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AMERICAN  BEAUTIES 


From  the  time  Princess  Elizabeth  was  five,  Princess  Margaret  a  baby, 
Marion  Crawford  was  royal  governess.  She  has  written  a  warm,  friendly  story 
of  her  17  years  as  playmate  and  companion  to  two  girls  growing  up  behind 
the  pageantry  of  royal  life  in  Buckingham  Palace.  It  begins  in  this  issue. 


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Bonita,  California 

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DENTAL  SCIENCE  EXPLAINS  HOW 
IPANA  FIGHTS  TOOTH  DECAY! 


DENTISTS  SAY  THE  IPANA  WAY 
PROMOTES  HEALTHIER  GUMS! 


HERE'S  THE  DENTIST- APPROVED 
IPANA  WAY— EASY  AS  1,  2: 


Dental  science  says  that  tooth  decay  starts  with  acid-form- 
ing bacteria  trapped  in  a  sticky  coating  on  your  teeth.  Every 
time,  any  time  you  brush  your  teeth  with  Ipana,  it  fights 
tooth  decay  by  helping  remove  this  bacteria-trapping  coating. 
No  other  dentifrice— paste  or  powder— is  more  effective  than 
Ipana  Tooth  Paste  for  this  purpose. 


In  thousands  of  recent  reports  from  all  over  the  country, 
8  out  of  10  dentists  say  the  Ipana  way  promotes  healthier 
gums.  That's  just  as  important  as  fighting  decay,  for  dentists 
warn  that  you  can't  have  healthy  teeth  without  healthy  gums! 
Try  this  dentist-approved  Ipana  care— for  healthier  teeth  and 
healthier  gums  both. 


*The  Ipana  way  is  doubly  effective.  1.  Between  regular 
visits  to  your  dentist,  brush  all  tooth  surfaces  with  Ipana  at 
least  twice  a  day.  (Ipana's  own  formula  helps  prevent  tooth 
decay— leaves  teeth  cleaner.)  2.  Then  massage  gums  the  way 
your  dentist  advises.  (Ipana's  unique  formula  also  stimulates 
circulation— promotes  healthier  gums.) 


"Most  tooth  losses  come  from  gum  troubles,"  say  dentists. 

NOW- FIGHT  TOOTH  DECAY  ANd¥m  TROUBLES,  TOO! 

You  can  help  prevent  tooth  decay  as  you  guard  your  gums— this  doubly-effective  Ipana  way!* 


Naturally,  you  fully  recognize  the  importance  of  preventing  tooth  decay. 
But  you  cant  save  your  teeth  by  guarding  against  decay  alone!  For,  as 
leading  dentists  warn  you,  gum  troubles  cause  even  more  tooth  losses  than 
decay  does!  And  gum  troubles  can  threaten  you  at  any  age. 
That's  why  you'll  welcome  this  important  dental  new  s:  you  and  your  whole 
family  can  now  help  prevent  cost/v,  painful  tooth  decay  and  gum  troubles 


BOTH — with  doubly-effective  Ipana  dental  care* 

For  Ipana's  own  formula  helps  remove  the  sticky  coating  that  traps  acid- 
forming  bacteria — considered  a  major  cause  of  tooth  decay.  No  other  paste 
or  powder  is  more  effective  for  this  purpose. 

And  more — Ipana  is  the  only  leading  tooth  paste  specially  designed  to  stim- 
ulate gum  circulation — promote  healthier  gums. 


THIS  MARYLAND  FAMILY  GUARDS  TEETH  AND  GUMS  BOTH  — WITH  IPANA  CARE! 


D.  R.  Pattersons,  of  Silver  Spring,  Md.,  never  take 
ces  on  halfway  dental  care.  For  Mrs.  Patterson,  a  pop- 
fashion  model,  knows  that  sparkling  smiles  depend  on 
hy  teeth  and  healthy  gums  both.  So  she  sees  that  her 
;  family  fights  decay  and  gum  troubles,  too — the  Ipana 
Give  your  family  this  same  doublv-effertive  dental  care, 
pana  Tooth  Paste  today! 


IEALTHIER  TEETH,  HEALTHIER  GUMS 

'ANA  for  Both! 


correct  brushing  use  the  double  duty  Tooth  Brush 
twist  in  the  handle.  1000  dentists  helped  design  it! 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


Jauuary,  1950 


Doctors  IWel<ou,Too,  May  Have 
A  Lovelier  Complexion  in  14  Days ! 

No  Matter  What  Your  Age  or  Type  of  Skin! 


Not  just  a  promise — but  actual  proof 
from  36  leading  skin  specialists  that 
Palmolive  Soap  facials  can  bring  new 
complexion  beauty  to  2  out  of  3  women 

Never  before  these  tests  have  the  women  of 
America  witnessed  results  so  startling!  Yes, 
scientifically  conducted  tests  on  1285  women 
— supervised  by  36  leading  skin  specialists — 
have  proved  conclusively  that  in  14  days  a  new 
method  of  cleansing  with  Palmolive  Soap — 
using  nothing  but  Palmolive — brings  lovelier 
complexions  to  2  out  of  every  3  women. 

Here  II  the  easy  method: 

1.  Just  wash  your  face  3  times  a  day  with 
Palmolive  Soap,  massaging  Palmolive's  re- 
markahh-  beautifying  lather  onto  your  skin 
for  60  seconds  each  time  ...  as  you  would 
a  cream. 

2.  Now  rfllM  aid  dry — that's  all. 

It's  these  60-v<fond  facials  with  Palmolive's 
rich  and  gentle  Inther  that  work  such  wonders. 


Here  is  the  proof  it  works! 

In  1285  tests  on  all  types  of  skin — older  and 
younger,  dry  and  oily — 2  out  of  every  3  women 
showed  astonishing  complexion  improvement 
in  just  14  days.  Conclusive  proof  of  what  you 
have  been  seeking — a  way  to  beautify  your 
complexion  that  really  works.  Start  this  new 
Palmolive  way  to  beauty  tonight. 


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You,  Too,  May  Look 
For  These  Complexion  Improvements 
in  14  days! 

*>  Fresher,  Brighter  Complexions! 
'  Less  oilinessl 

•  Added  softness,  smoothness 
even  for  dry  skin  I 

•  Complexions  clearer, 
more  radiant! 

Fewer  tiny  blemishes — 
incipient  blackheads! 


fd>r  Tub  or  Slower  ^  . 

&tt  BIG  BATH- SIZE  Palnro/iVe.  mSP 


DOCTORS   PROVE  PALMOLIVE'S    BEAUTY  RESULTS! 


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Journal 


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JOSEPH  DI  PIETRO 


Sociology  student 

JOSEPH  DI  PIETRO 


New  York  visitor 

Each  month  the  Journal  cover  fea- 
tures an  Undiscovered  American 
Beauty — a  girl  who  has  never  pre- 
viously modeled  for  money.  Nomina- 
tions are  submitted  by  professional 
photographers  throughout  the  country  . 

Francine  de  Fere  may  change  her 
mind  again  when  this  month's  cover 
appears,  but  as  we  go  to  press  she 
plans  to  become  a  social  worker. 
Now  only  20,  she  has  embarked  on 
two  previous  careers :  actress  (school 
productions  of  Little  Women, 
Berkeley  Square)  and  author  (a 
series  of  poems  written  at  the  age  of 
8,  an  operetta  at  12).  A  junior  at 
California's  Scripps  College,  she 
takes  life  seriously,  and  has  twice 
spurned  overtures  from  the  movies. 

Francine  was  born  in  Rochester, 
New  York,  but  crossed  the  country 
when  six  weeks  old.  She  has  since 
lived  mostly  around   San  Diego, 

 ,03)  with  a  healthy  wjroop  and  a  tacKic. 

There  is  no  limp.  Denis,  like  one  half  of  all 
poliomyelitis  patients,  has  recovered  com- 
pletely Yours  sincerely, 

DOROTHY  O.  MOORE. 

What  Women  Like  In  Men 

Bear  Lake,  Michigan. 

Dear  Editors:  In  going  through  an  old 
book  in  our  attic,  I  found  the  enclosed 
from  a  very  old  issue  of  the  Journal.  I 
wonder,  have  women  changed  in  what 
they  like  in  men? 

"Women,  I  think,  like  manly,  notjady^ 


Francine  and  the  cowboy 


Tin-  I.Uth'  l'riii«H»NM«»* 

(First  part  of  eight)   .   .  . 


January,  195(1 

VOL.  LXVII,  No.  1 


Marion  Crawford  34 


Fiction 


The  Scientific  Approach  Frank  Stevens  40 

My  Name  is  Mary!  Marie  F.  Rodell  42 

It  Was  My  Birthday                                                     Vol  Teal  54 

Gentian  Hill  (Conclusion)  Elizabeth  Goudge  56 

Special  Features 

Our  Fear-Ridden  Middle  Classes  Dorothy  Thompson  11 

Hello!   11 

There's  a  Man  in  the  House  Harlan  Miller  23 

Profile  of  Youth:  Maxine  Wallace   44 

Are  You  a  Social  Schmoe?   46 

How  to  Get  Along  With  Women  Bea  Carroll  73 

How  America  Lives:  Always  Home  for  One  More 

Margaret  Weymouth  Jackson  111 

(peneral  Features 

Our  Readers  Write  Us   5 

Under-Cover  Stuff  Bernardine  Kielty  14 

The  Child  Who  Stutters  Dr.  Herman  N.  Bundesen  24 

Making  Marriage  Work                                   Clifford  R.  Adams  26 

Pick  a  Problem!  (The  Sub-Deb)    .    .   .  Edited  by  Maureen  Daly  28 

Diary  of  Domesticity  Gladys  Taber  31 

Fifty  Years  Ago  in  the  Journal  •  Journal  About  Town   33 

Bringing  Up  Parents  Dr.  Barbara  Biber  75 

Ask  Any  Woman  Marcelene  Cox  80 

This  is  a  Nosey-Knows-It                                         Munro  Leaf  109 

Fashions  and  Itcaul  v 

Fashions  in  the  1950  Sun  Wilhela  Cushman  48 

3  Hours  +  a  Few  $'s  =  Nora  O'Leary  52 

American  Beauty's  Year-Round  $112.75  Wardrobe 

Cynthia  McAdoo  76 

Food 

Fireside  Supper                                                   Ann  Batchelder  58 

Line  a  Day                                                         Ann  Batchelder  60 

Quick  and  Easys  for  Two  Louella  G.  Shouer  104 

Fine  and  Frugal  .  .  .  Vermont  Dishes  ....  Louella  G.  Shouer  116 

Interior  Decoration 

New  Life  for  Antiques  


Henrietta  Murdock  118 


Poetry 

Cyprus^Ninety  per  censors  the  Cheek  of  a  Child?  Helen  Harrington  12 


Robert  P.  Tristram  Coffin  64 

Elizabeth-Ellen  Long  78 

.    .    Yctza  Gillespie  99 

Elizabeth  McFarland  107 

.  William  Meredith  121 

ldren  Marjorie  Lederer  Lee  1 2!i 

Photograph  by  John  Engstcad 


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UAR  Y :  How  to  get  a  lovely,  useful 
dish  for  just  259  and  a  label— if  you  act  at  once. 

vant  this  butter  dish,  I  know!  I  have  one  and  it's  one  of  the 
s  I  ever  owned!  It's  made  by  Blisscraft  of  Hollywood,  done 
lesign.  The  material  is  the  modern  plastic,  Polystyrene,  which 
hable,  fade-proof,  odorless  and  sanitary.  There's  a  crystal-clear 
vith  a  nice  little  quarter  moon  handle.  And  a  jewel-bright  tray 
which  will  add  a  sparkling  note  of  color  to  your  table.  I  seful 
as  can  be  for  protecting  the  flavor  of  unwrapped 
butter  in  your  refrigerator.  Makes  a  very  pretty 
little  serving  dish  for  breakfast  or  lunch  in  the 
dinette,  too.  A  wonderful  value!  I  know  I'd  willingly 
pay  as  much  as  5()c  for  it  if  I  found  it  in  a  store. 

Get  your  butter  dish  — now— for  only  25c  and 

*mato,  or  a  box  of  Chox  Instant  Hot  Chocolate,  or  any  LaChoy 
pin  (please,  not  stamps)  to:  Beatrice  Butter  Dish,  Dept.  1, 
inois.  Be  sure  to  print  your  name  and  return  address  plainly. 

're  nice  for  inexpensive  party  favors  or  surprise  gifts).  Just 
lly  expires  Feb.  28,  1950.  But  the  supply  is  limited  so  if  I  were 


mixture  into  skillet  and  cook  quickly  over  hot  fire 
until  set  ami  brown  on  edges.  Turn,  and  brown 
other  side.  Remove  to  hot  {date  and  keep  covered 
until  rest  of  mixture  has  been  cooked.  Serve  with 
converted  rice,  covered  with  gravy  made  with  La- 
Choy Brown  Gravy  Sauce. 

When  I  buy  ready-fixed  Chinese  foods,  or  ingredi- 
ents for  making  my  own,  I  always  buy  LaChoy. 
For  I  once  visited  the  sparkling-clean  American 
kitchen  in  Archbold, 
Ohio,  where  La  Choy 
Chinese  Foods  are 
cooked.  I  saw  Bean 
Sprouts,  Water  Chest- 
nuts, Bamboo  Shoots 
and  other  delicacies  pre- 
pared as  carefully 
you'd  fix  them  at  home. 


And  I  saw  then  why  LaChoy  ingredients  have  been 
the  most-asked-for  of  all  Chinese  foods  for  more  than 
25  years!  Do  try  them;  you'll  like  them,  I  know. 

A  wonderful  collection  of  25  recipes 
for  popular  Chinese  dishes  !  Illus- 
trated with  color  photos.  To  get 
yours,  write  today  for  "The  Art  and  Secrets  of 
Chinese  Cookery."'  Address,  LaChoy  Food  Products, 
Division  of  Beatrice  Foods  Co.,  Archbold,  0.  Dept.  J-9. 


No  M 


I  think  a  January  Sunday  dinner  just  needs  a  gleam  of  Southern 
sunshine.  And  this  is  it!  Crisp,  butter-fried  chicken  with  golden 
corn  bread  sticks  and  Meadow  Gold  Honey-Butter!  You  make 
the  corn  bread  and  butter  this  wav 


Not  just  a  promise — but  actual  proof 
from  36  leading  skin  specialists  that 
Palmolive  Soap  facials  can  bring  new 
complexion  beauty  to  2  out  of  3  women 

Never  before  these  tests  have  the  women  of 
America  witnessed  results  so  startling!  Yes, 
scientifically  conducted  tests  on  1285  women 
— supervised  by  36  leading  skin  specialists — 
have  proved  conclusively  that  in  14  days  a  new 
method  of  cleansing  with  Palmolive  Soap — 
using  nothing  but  Palmolive — brings  lovelier 
complexion-,  to  A  out  of  every  '.'>  women. 

Here  is  the  easy  method: 

1.  Just  wash  your  face  3  times  a  day  with 
Palmolive  Soap,  massaging  Palmolive's  re- 
markable beautifying  lather  onto  your  skin 
for  60  seconds  each  lime  .  .  .  a-  you  would 
a  cream. 

2.  Now  rime  and  dry    that's  all. 

It's  these  f>0  second  facials  with  Palmolive's 
neb  and  gentle  lather  that  work  -ueh  wooden. 


-Wdppy  Birthday,  Dear  Jam/or/ 

Doing  social  honors  this  month  for  the  littlest  hud 
on  your  family  tree?  Don't  forget  the  ice  cream! 
And  try  this  partv  touch: 

Fill  meringue  shells  wit h  heaps  of  wholesome, 
creamy-good  Meadow  Gold  Vanilla  lee  ("ream  (or 
Strawberry  or  Peppermint  Stick!)  Then  top  with  a 
thick,  rich  fudge  sauee  you  can  make,  without 
cooking,  from  Chox  Instant  Hot  Chocolate.  How  to 
fix  the  sauce?  Just  mix  one  cup  of  Chox  with  */4  cup 
of  boiling  water  .  .     that's  it! 

Serve  hot  Chox,  too.  Just  hot  water  and  three  heaping 
teaspoons  per  cup  does  the  trick.  No  milk  or  sugar 
needed  —  they'' re  already  in  the  Chox.  Oh  yes  — wish 
Junior  or  Susie  "Happy  Birthday"  from  me! 


You,  Too,  May  Look 
For  These  Complexion  Improvements 
in  14  days! 

*  Fresher,  Brighter  Complexions! 

*  Less  oilinessl 

*  Added  softness,  smoothness 
even  for  dry  skin  I 

0  0 

Cream  Vi  cup  <>f  Meadow  <;«>l<l  Butter  until  light  and  flufTy.  Ad«l 
V?  cup  honey  gradually,  creaming  mixture  well  after  each  utltliiiuti  ,»f 
honey.  Serve  wiili  Crlaps  Corn  lli-eml. 

If  von  haven't  yft  tried 
delicate,  churn-fresh  Mkadow 
Gold  Butter,  please  do  today! 
for  cooking  and  for  serving 
it's  the  choice  of  the  Million's 
niosi  famous  chefs.  And  once 
you\e  used  it,  il  will  always 
be  )  our  choice,  loo  ! 

(c)  1950,  Beatrice  Food,  Co. 


I  \l)ll  -■  I  I  (  I 


ME  JOURN  UL 


Our  Readers 
Write  us 


Invites  Journal  Readers 

Clopton  Hall,  Raltlesden 
Near  Bury  St.  Edmunds 
Suffolk,  England. 

Dear  Editors:  If  there  are  Journal 
readers  planning  trips  to  Britain,  I  should 
be  charmed  to  show  them  the  inside  of  my 
home — a  25-roomed  higgledy-piggledy 
collection  of  architecture  built  at  varying 
times  during  the  past  1000  years — and  to 
initiate  them  into  the  mysteries  of  running 
it  with  onoand  ahalf  maids  (as  against  pre- 
war eight  indoor  servants),  in  spite  of  all 
our  restrictions. 

There  is  no  telephone,  and  we  are  2^2 
rail  hours  from  London.  If  readers  will 
write  to  me  first  I  will  meet  trains  at  our 
nearest  station,  Stowmarket. 

For  obvious  reasons  (i.e.,  petrol  and 
food  restrictions),  I  can't  do  this  every 
day,  of  course,  but  could  manage  two  or 
three  a  month.  The  only  American  I  ever 
met  was  awfully  nice.  Just  imagine,  you 
are  such  a  big  country  and  I've  met  only 
one  of  you.  They  ^ay  I  am  laying  myself 
open  to  receiving  all  sorts  and  conditions 
of  people  in  my  home,  but  the  Journal  is 
so  nice  I  feel  anyone  who  is  a  regular 
reader  must  be  nice  too. 

Yours  sincerely, 
OLGA  IRONSIDE-WOOD. 

rlf  Journal  readers  go — do  take  a  pound 
of  butter,  soap  or  a  pair  of  nylons  in 
response  to  this  friendly  offer.  ED. 

Polio  Can  Be  Cured 

St.  Louis,  Missouri. 
Dear  Editors:  At  the  peak  of  the  polio 
panic  last  August,  my  son,  Denis,  ten, 
came  in  from  play  one  day  with  a  sore 
throat,  headache,  nausea,  severe  pain  in 
the  small  of  his  back.  His  temperature  was 
102°. 

Thirty-six  hours  later  his  temperature 
had  soared  to  105°  and  his  back  was  stiff. 
He  was  admitted  to  a  hospital,  and  a  test 
of  spinal  fluid  confirmed  my  fear.  It  was 
polio.  When  the  door  of  the  isolation  ward 
closed  upon  him  it  was  as  though  the  door 
to  the  future  had  banged  shut. 

On  the  fifth  day  of  his  illness  the  hospi- 
tal called.  Trembling,  I  listened,  prepared 
for  the  worst.  Then  the  doctor's  voice: 
"  You'll  be  delighted  to  know,  Mrs.  Moore, 
that  your  boy  is  sitting  up  in  bed,  eating 
chicken  dinner."  I  was  weak  with  relief.  A 
week  later,  Denis  was  brought  home. 

My  boy  is  in  school  now,  and  during 
play  hours  he  runs,  rides  his  bicycle,  plays 
cowboy  with  a  healthy  v\jhoop  and  a  tackle. 
There  is  no  limp.  Denis,  like  one  half  of  all 
poliomyelitis  patients,  has  recovered  com- 
pletely. Yours  sincerely, 

DOROTHY  O.  MOORE. 

What  Women  Like  in  Men 

Bear  Lake,  Michigan. 

Dear  Editors:  In  going  through  an  old 
book  in  our  attic,  I  found  the  enclosed 
from  a  very  old  issue  of  the  Journal.  I 
wonder,  have  women  changed  in  what 
they  like  in  men? 

"Women,  I  think,  like  manly,  not  lady- 
like men. 

"They  like  honesty  of  purpose  and  con- 
sideration. 

"They  like  men  who  believe  in  women. 

"  They  like  their  opinions  to  be  thought 
of  some  value. 

"They  like  a  man  who  can  be  strong  as 
a  lion  when  trouble  comes,  and  yet,  if  one 
is  nervous  and  tired,  can  button  up  a  shoe. 

"They  like  a  man  who  can  take  hold  of 
the  baby,  convince  it  of  his  power  and 
get  it  to  sleep  after  they  have  been  worry- 
ing with  it,  until  they  feel  as  if  they  had  no 
brains. 

"They  like  a  man  who  is  interested  in 
their, new  dresses,  who  can  give  an  opinion 
on  the  fit,  and  who  is  properly  indignant 
at  any  article  written  against  women. 

"They  like  a  man  who  knows  their  in- 
nocent weaknesses  and  caters  to  them; 


who  will  bring  home  a  box  of  candy,  the 
latest  new  magazine,  or  the  latest  puzzle 
sold  on  the  street. 

"They  like  a  man  who  is  the  master  of 
the  situation — that  is.  who  has  brain 
enough  to  help  a  woman  to  decide  what  is 
the  best  thing  to  do  under  the  circum- 
stances, and  who  has  wit  enough  to  realize, 
when  one  of  the  fairer  sex  is  slightly  stub- 
born, that  persuasion  is  more  powerful 
than  all  the  arguments  in  the  world. 

"They  like  a  man  who  likes  them — who 
doesn't  scorn  their  opinions,  who  believes 
in  their  good  taste,  who  has  confidence  in 
their  truth,  and  who  knows  that  the  love 
promised  is  given  him." 

Yours  trulv, 
BLANCHE  M.  HOPKINS. 

Fifty-Two  Years  of  Pleasure 

Jamaica  Plain,  Massachusetts. 
Dear  Editors:  It  is  fifty-two  years  since 
I  first  subscribed  to  the  Journal.  My 
family  used  to  tease  me  about  "living  by" 
the  Ladies'  Home  Journal. 

My  subscription  is  now  paid  up  to  1951, 
but  I  hope  to  live  to  be  eighty  and  will 
always  want  the  Journal.  In  my  opinion 
the  Journal  has  steadily  improved 
throughout  the  years. 

Very  truly  yours, 
MRS.  R.  A.  BINKLEY. 

^  We'll  try  to  keep  bettering  it.  ED. 

Toward  Better  House  Design 

Easton,  Pennsylvania. 
Dear  Editors:  Several  weeks  ago  a  pro- 
spective client  came  into  my  office  to  talk 
over  the  possibility  of  engaging  me  as  her 
architect.  She  showed  me  one  of  Richard 
Pratt's  articles  in  the  Journal,  about  a 
fine  example  of  contemporary  architecture. 
It  had  proved  to  her  that  she  wanted  a 
house  designed  from  a  progressive  point  of 
view. 

This  shows  the  effects  of  the  valuable 
work  Richard  Pratt  is  doing.  Our  pre- 
liminary educational  work  is  simplified 
when  clients,  after  seeing  the  work  of  the 
best  contemporaries  in  your  magazine, 
come  to  an  architect. 

Sincerely  yours, 

PAUL  BEIDLER. 

Where  People  Are,  the  Journal  Is 

Beirut,  Lebanon. 

Dear  Mrs.  Bass :  Your  Journal  staff  cer- 
tainly gets  around.  I  have  just  spent  six 
days  on  the  S.  S.  Campidoglio  en  route  to 
Cyprus.  Ninety  per  cent  of  the  passengers 
were  Jewish  refugees  from  all  over  the 
world,  bound  for  Haifa,  many  of  them 
sleeping  on  the  open  deck.  It  is  a  tragic 
situation,  for  Palestine  is  terribly  over- 
crowded. I  couldn't  help  wondering  what 
would  happen  to  all  those  who  were  on 
our  ship.  Nevertheless,  it  was  a  pleasant 
voyage,  for  we  stopped  at  many  Italian 
ports  and  were  allowed  to  go  ashore  for  a 
few  hours  and  have  a  look  around.  Italy 
seems  to  be  way  ahead  of  France  and 
Belgium  in  returning  to  prewar  conditions. 

Spent  a  week  in  ancient  Cyprus,  which 
is  full  of  history,  old  monuments,  castles, 
monasteries,  rich  mythology  and  flies.  I 
boarded  a  Turkish  boat  for  Beirut  and  am 
now  having  a  fascinating  time  exploring 
the  land  of  my  birth  (due  to  missionary 
parents).  This,  too,  is  a  romantic,  ex- 
citing city.  But  there's  a  dark  side  to 
this  part  of  the  world  too.  I  have  seen 
many  camps  full  of  Arab  refugees  who 
fled  Palestine,  leaving  behind  all  their 
worldly  possessions,  and  are  now  just 
waiting — waiting — for  what?  They  have 
no  jobs,  no  money,  no  clothes,  no  food. 

I  have  been  asking  young  people  in  the 
various  countries  what  they  think  of  Pro- 
file of  Youth.  Apparently  it  has  really  got 
around,  for  most  youngsters  have  heard  of 
it!  And  how  popular  the  Ladies'  Home 
Journal  is  in  Syria  and  Lebanon !  Each 
copy  is  passed  on  to  friends,  and  on  agiin, 


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and  is  road  from  cover  to  cover.  You  can 
see  how  ideas  from  the  Joirnal  click  in 
this  country.  Miss  Murdock's  decorating 
schemes  have  been  copied  in  several  homes 
I  have  visited.  Nora's  patterns  are  widely 
used  in  Aleppo.  And  many  Lebanese  and 
Syrian  girls  have  cut  their  hair  so  that 
they  would  look  like  Dawn  Crowell  Nor- 
man's models.  Very  best  regards, 

JINX  WITHERSPOON. 

■  •roof  of  Her  Luvn 

Lisbon,  Portugal. 
Dear  Editors:  I  think  you  will  know  just 
how  much  I  love  the  Joi  rnal  when  I  tell 
you  that  a  whole  trunkful  of  my  old  copies 
came  half  around  the  world  with  me  from 
Hong  Kong,  China.  I  just  couldn't  part 
with  all  the  delightful  articles  and  stories 
which,  thanks  to  you,  still  give  me  so  many 
pleasurable  hours.  Sincerely, 

THERESE  A.  BOTELHO. 

Fart  Before  Opinion 

Dothan,  Alabama. 
Dear  Editors:  I  began  Profile  of  Youth 
saying  to  myself,  "This  will  probably  be 
another  condemnation  of  modern  youth." 
To  my  surprise,  I  found  it  extremely  inter- 
esting in  places  and  definitely  shocking  in 
others.  I'm  seventeen,  not  exactly  a  stay- 
at-home' type,  either.  To  me  the  Profiles 
show  force  and  magnitude  as  well  as  com- 
mon horse  sense.  I  hope  you  will  continue 
your  study  of  us  and  maybe  in  your  last 
article  give  a  fair  opinion  of  it  all. 

Very  truly  yours, 
MANELLE  McPEAKE. 


Make  him  this  big,  beautiful  spice  cake 
—  wonderful  enough  to  put  any  man  in 
a  mellow  mood! 

And  easy  enough  for  the  newest  little 
bride  to  make  — if  you  use  dependable 
Calumet  Baking  Powder. 

For  Calumet's  double-action  protects 
your  cake  from  start  to  finish  by  raising 


your  batter  twice  —  first  in  the  mixing 
bowl  and  later  in  the  heat  of  the  oven. 

And  your  cake  will  come  out  high  as 
your  hopes  — better  than  your  dreams! 
You'll  see  why  more  women  use  Calu- 
met than  any  other  baking  powder.  Get 
a  can  of  Calumet  today.  Wonderful  for 
biscuits,  hot  breads  —  all  your  baking. 


Young  Doctor's  Story 

Denver,  Colorado. 

Dear  Mr.  Gould:  A  lot  of  our  neighbors 
and  friends  currently  think  of  the  doctor 
as  a  prosperous  fellow  in  a  swish  black  car 
extracting  money  cruelly  from  the  patients 
in  undeserved  proportion  to  his  service. 
When  such  sentiments  are  expressed  I  hold 
my  doctor-husband's  hand  very  tightly, 
grit  my  teeth,  and  wonder  if  these  people 
really  know  the  whole  story.  I  wonder  if 
they  know  the  long  hard  struggle  it  is  to 
get  through  med  school,  through  the  in- 
ternship and  then  through  the  two,  three, 
four  or  five  year  specialty  training? 

I  know  this  other  side  of  the  picture 
pretty  well.  Marvin  and  I  were  married  at 
the  middle  mark  in  his  internship  (he  gave 
four  pints  of  blood  to  get  the  folding  stuff 
for  my  ring  and  the  small  ceremony;  I 
typed  two  theses  and  dusted  books  to  earn 
money  for  his  ring).  He  was  earning  $10  a 
month  and  I  earned  $90  in  the  X-ray  de- 
partment (X  rays  of  spines  being  a  far  cry 
from  my  theater  training  at  the  University 
of  Iowa!).  We  spent  the  war  years  far 
apart,  and  then  began  the  surgical- 
specialty  training  which  is  now  beginning 
its  fifth  and  (oh,  wonderful  thought!)  final 
year.  We  have  acquired  two  small  off- 
spring and  have  a  third  scheduled.  We  live 
on  salmon,  noodles,  free  pablum  samples 
and  the  sincere  belief  that  this  time  spent 
in  specializing  will  give  far  better  service 
to  the  patient  and  that  a  job  worth  doing 
is  worth  doing  well.  We  despise  with  un- 
restrained passion  the  unfair  medical  few 
who  are  overcharging  to  fatten  their 
pocketbooks,  but  we  despair  that  the 
average  layman  does  not  know  how  long 
is  the  grind  and  how  poor  the  financial  re- 
ward until  the  business  of  curing  the  ach- 
ing back,  and  so  on,  is  thoroughly  learned. 
We  are  not  unique  in  our  situation.  There 
are  hundreds  like  us  in  the  hospital  pro- 
grams and  our  story,  while  full  of  laughs, 
contains  also  a  serious  answer  to  the  cur- 
rent game  of  decrying  the  M.  D. 

Sincerely, 
(Name  withheld  by  request.) 

Editor  Has  "SUu" 

Helsinki,  Finland. 

Dear  Editors :  One  of  your  associate  edi- 
tors, Mary  Lea  Page,  just  went  out  the 
door  after  spending  an  afternoon  with  me 
and  meeting  a  few  more  Finnish  friends. 
She  was  just  as  we  expected  a  Journal 
editor  to  be — smart,  chic,  intelligent  and 
bubbling  with  ideas.  Mrs.  Page  lias  what 
Finns  call  "SiSIl"  (intestinal  fortitude). 
Sin  has  "discovered  "  the  "Sauna "  (Finn- 
ish steam  bath)  anil  intends  to  build  one 
in  her  own  home  near  a  lake. 

The  "Sauna"  is  enjoyed  at  least  once  a 

week  by  everyone  In  Finland.  The  general 

routine  is  to  sit  up  on  the  highest  bench 
until  you  fei  l  toasted  by  the  hot  humidity 
emanating  when  one  tosses  water  on  the 
very  hot  rocks;  then  if  you're  near  a  lake, 
((  ontinurd  on  I'age  X) 


HAPPY  DAY  SPICE  CAKE 


Preparations.  Have  the  shortening  at  room 
temperature.  Line  bottom  of  13x9x2-inch 
pan  with  paper;  grease.  Start  oven  for 
moderate  heat  (375  °F.).  Sift  flour  once 
before  measuring. 
Measure  into  sifter: 

2Vi  cups  sifted  Swans  Down 
Cake  Flour 
3  teaspoons  Calumet  Baking 

Powder 
1  teaspoon  salt 
1  teaspoon  cinnamon 
V2  teaspoon  cloves 
1  4  teaspoon  allspice 
1 V2  cups  sugar 
Measure  into  mixing  bowl: 
V2  cup  shortening 
1  tablespoon  molasses 
Measure  into  cup: 

*Milk  (see  below  for  amount) 

1  teaspoon  vanilla 
Have  ready: 

2  eggs,  unbeaten 

*With  butter,  margarine,  or  lard,  use  % 
cup  milk.  With  vegetable  or  any  other 
shortening,  use  1  cup  milk. 


Now— the  "Mix-Easy"  Part!  (Mix  by  hand 
or  at  a  low  speed  of  electric  mixer.)  Stir 
shortening  and  molasses  mixture  until 
shortening  is  softened.  Sift  in  dry  ingre- 
dients. Add  %  cup  of  the  milk  and  mix 
until  all  flour  is  dampened.  Then  beat  2 
minutes.  Add  eggs  and  remaining  milk  and 
beat  1  minute  longer.  (Count  only  actual 
beating  time.  Or  count  beating  strokes. 
Allow  about  150  full  strokes  per  minute. 
Scrape  bowl  and  spoon  often.) 
Baking.  Turn  batter  into  pan.  Bake  in 
moderate  oven  (375°  F.)  35  to  40  minutes. 
Cool.  Then  cut  cake  in  half. 

This  cake  may  also  be  baked  in  two 
9-inch  layer  pans,  which  have  been  lined 
on  bottoms  with  paper,  then  greased.  Bake 
in  moderate  oven  (375°  F.)  25  to  30  min. 
Frosting.  Prepare  your  favorite  sea  foam 
frosting,  using  1  egg  white  for  the  13x9x2- 
inch  cake  and  2  egg  whites  for  the  9-inch 
layer  cake.  Spread  frosting  between  layers 
and  on  top  and  sides  of  cake.  Decorate 
with  chocolate  "ribbons,"  made  by  melting 
V2  square  Baker's  Unsweetened  Chocolate 
with  V2  teaspoon  butter  and  pouring  from 
a  teaspoon. 


(All  measurements  are  level) 

Look  for  Calumet's  Special  Offer 
on  the  economical  1-lb.  can! 


CALUMET  BAKING  POWDER 

Double-acting  for  Double-sure  Success 

A  tinxhu  t  at  (irnorul  Foods 


LADIES*  HOME  JOURNAL 


(MILLIONS  DO!) 


ver  say  to  yourself,  "She  makes  grand  coffee!  I'll  bet  everything  else 
le  serves  is  marvelous,  too."  That's  because  good  food  and  good  coffee 
aturally  go  together.  And  that's  one  of  the  reasons  A&P  Super 
larkets  everywhere  are  so  popular.  The  millions  who  prefer  A&P 
offee  know  that  A&P  selects  all  foods  with  an  eye  to  the  same  high 
uality,  the  same  wonderful  value.  And  they're  so  right!  Every  single 
em  A&P  sells  is  guaranteed  to  please  you,  or  your  money  is 
leerfully  refunded.  Come  for  A&P  Coffee;  buy  all  your  other  foods, 
10.  See  how  much  time  and  money  you  save  .  .  .  how  well  you  can  eat! 


4*  * 

y 


is ' 


ET  A  CHOICE  of  three  superb  blends  of  A&P  Coffee 
Id,  medium,  strong.  The  one  I  choose  is  Custom  Ground 
y  order  for  the  way  I  make  coffee.  That  makes  all  the 
•ence  in  the  world — it's  marvelous!" 


"AND  TALK  ABOUT  CHOICE  — the  selection  at  the  Meat 
Department  will  suit  just  about  every  taste  and  purse!  I 
know  that  my  choice  of  Super-Right  steaks,  chops  and  roasts 
is  guaranteed,  too — no  wonder  I  buy  with  confidence!" 


ti  t  TABLt 


PARKER    -  CAKES 


THE  'GARDEN  DEPARTMENT'  I  select  from  a  really  fresh 
;ty  of  fruits  and  vegetables  that  my  family  raves  about, 
ow  that  these  fruits  and  vegetables  are  harvested  fresh, 
ered  fresh,  and  sold  fresh!  The  taste  proves  it,  too!" 


"FOR  SIMPLY  YUMMY  BAKED  GOODS  ...  I  go  no  farther 
than  the  Jane  Parker  Department.  There  I  find  the  grandest 
assortment  of  cakes,  rolls,  pies,  cookies  and  variety  breads 
imaginable — no  wonder  I  call  this  MY  BAKERY!" 


"ALL  MY  OTHER  FOODS  art-  obtained  just  as  easily  from 
the  grocery  and  household  sections.  And  a  wonderful  help 
to  me  with  my  budget  is  the  A&l'  policy  of  showing  the 
price  plainly  on  every  single  item  1  buy!" 


IS  IT  EASY  FOR  YOU  TO  SHOP  AT  A&P? 

Are  the  aisles  of  your  A&P  Super  Markets  wide  enough  to  give 
you  easy  access  to  the  foods  you  want  to  choose?  Are  the  stocks 
within  ready  reach?  Are  the  different  foods  arranged  to  let  you 
market  without  hunting  about?  If  any  of  these  things  can  be 
improved  at  your  A&P,  tell  us  about  it.  We  welcome  your  sug- 
gestions .  .  .  your  criticisms,  too.  Write  CUSTOMER  RELA- 
I     TIONS  DEPARTMENT,  A&P  Food  Stores,  Graybar  Building, 
I     New  York  17,  New  York. 


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Januar)  J  ] 


Like  an  Angel  of  Mercy 
to  your  Face  and  Hands 


Millions  find  NEW  BEAUTY  IDEA 
proves  fast  aid  to: 

1 .  Smoother,  lovelier,  clearer-looking 
complexions. 

2.  Softer,  whiter-looking  hands. 

3.  Healing  unattractive  blemishes.* 

4.  Glorious  soothing  relief  for  irritated 
or  itching  skin  conditions! 

You  don't  need  a  lot  of  preparations  to 
help  keep  your  skin  looking  lovely.  Do 
as  so  many  nurses,  models,  actresses  do. 
Give  your  skin  medicated  care. 

Try  it  for  1 0  Days 

Use  medicated  Noxzema  as  a  dainty, 
greaseless  night  cream  — as  a  long-last- 
ing foundation  for  make-up.  Try  this 
beauty  secret  for  just  10  davs.  See  how 
fast  it  helps  your  skin  improve. 

You'll  be  delighted  to  discover  how 
quickly  medicated  skin  care  helps 
smooth  and  sol  ten  a  rough,  dry  skin 
and  helps  heal  unattractive  skin  blem- 
ishes *from  external  tauses. 

Smoother,  Whiter-Looking 
Hands  . . .  often  in  24  hours 

Nurses  first  discovered  Noxzema  lor 
hands  irritated  by  constant  scrubbing. 
If  your  hands  get  red  and  rough  from 


housework,  from  exposure  to  water  or 
weather. . .  see  how  quickly  medicated 
care  helps  soften  and  heal  them  back  to 
natural  beauty. 

Read  how  2  typical  women 
helped  solve  their  skin  problems: 


Gorgeous  P.nt  Barnard 
says,  "Noxzema  is  part 
of  my  regular  beauty 
routine. . . I  use  it  every 
morning  and  night.  It 
'works  wonders'  for.  my 
complexion." 


Lovely  Rita  Tcnnant 
uses  Noxzema  as  her 
regular  night  cream. 
"Noxzema  is  so  dainty 
to  use,"  says  Rita. "And 
it  <|uickly  helps  heal 
any  of  those  little  ex- 
ternally-caused skin 
irritations." 


25,000,000  Jars  Sold  Yearly 

Try  Noxzema!  See  if  you  aren't  hon- 
estly thrilled  at  the  way  it  can  help  your 
own  complexion  problems.  .  .as  it  has 
helped  so  many  thousands  of  other 
women.  Sec  for  yourself  why  over 
i  000,000  jars  arc  used  every  year. 
.Av  ailable  at  all  drug  and  (  osmetic  coun- 
ters. 40<,  60*,  $1 .00  plus  tax. 


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river,  or  oven  a  swimming  pool,  you  dash 
out  into  the  water  and  come  out  tingling 
all  over.  Repeat  the  heating  treatment  and 
then  scrub  yourself  until  you  are  so  clean 
that  you  squeak!  Seasons  don't  stop  this 
ritual.  In  winter  one  substitutes  a  roll  in 
the  snow  for  the  plunge  into  the  lake.  Chop 
a  hole  in  the  ice  of  the  lake  and  slip  down 
into  the  icy  waters  if  you  really  have 
"Sisu."  We  regret  Mrs.  Page  won't  be  here 
for  that  experience,  but  we  know  she  would 
have  the  "Sisu"  for  it! 

Sincerely  yours, 
VERGIE  NELSON. 

Church  Uses  Youth  Profiles 

Enid,  Oklahoma. 
Dear  Editors:  I  have  followed  with  in- 
terest your  series  of  articles,  Profile  of 
Youth,  and  find  them  very  worth  while. 
As  I  have  agreed  to  teach  a  course  in 
teacher  training  for  the  Enid  Council  of 
Churches,  on  the  subject  of  "  Understand- 
ing Youth,"  I  wonder  if  I  could  get  the 
material  you  plan  to  use  in  the  future. 

Sincerely  vours, 
A.  T.  OVERTON. 

<.«•«  Husband  Who  rooks 

Atlanta,  Georgia. 
Dear  Editors:  I  had  two  baby  boys, 
fourteen  months  apart,  and  my  housework 
went  undone,  although  I  seemed  to  spend 
all  day  working.  I  remember  there  were 
times  when  my  hair  wasn't  combed  until 
three  o'clock  in  the  afternoon,  because 
when  I  got  a  free  moment  I  just  sank  into 
a  chair  to  rest.  And  there's  not  much  you 
can  do  about  the  tiredness,  because  it's  as 
much  from  being  up  in  the  night  with  the 
babies  as  it  is  from  daily  housework.  But  I 
know  now  three  things  that  I  would  have 
done  had  I  known  enough  to: 

1.  Bought  an  electric  vacuum  cleaner 
and  had  my  husband  use  it  for  an  hour 
three  evenings  a  week. 

2.  Absolutely,  even  if  I  had  to  get  a  loan, 
bought  an  automatic  washing  machine 
that  spins  clothes  damp-dry. 

3.  Ironed  only  my  own  clothes,  had  chil- 
dren's clothes  of  jersey  or  corduroy  (which 
don't  need  ironing),  and  had  my  husband 
send  his  shirts  out  to  laundry. 

And  one  more  thing  is  nice,  if  you're 
lucky  enough  to  get  one,  as  I  was:  a  hus- 
band who  likes  to  cook.  Sincerely, 
(Name  withheld.) 

Where  Amerieans  Fell 

Paris. 

Dear  Mrs.  Could:  I  visited  the  perma- 
nent military  cemetery  at  St.  Laurent-sur- 
Mer,  about  150  miles  west  of  Paris,  to  see 
my  brother's  grave.  We  had  obtained, 
from  Washington,  the  plot  and  row  num- 
ber. The  American  Graves  Registration 
Command  here  checked  this  information 
with  its  files.  The  cemetery  is  under  con- 
struction and  bodies  are  still  being  moved 
from  temporary  resting  places  in  France. 

It  is  difficult  to  describe  the  feeling  that 
came  over  me  as  I  stood  before  my  broth- 
er's cross,  one  among  9000  in  the  cemetery. 
The  cemetery  is  located  on  a  bluff,  below 
which  runs  part  of  Omaha  Beach,  so  that 
the  crosses  seem  to  extend  clear  to  the  blue 
English  Channel.  In  the  channel,  below 
the  cemetery,  lie  rusting  hulls  of  Allied 
ships  that  came  in  to  make  the  landings 
and  never  left. 

I  stood  there  overwhelmed  by  Nature's 
vast  sky  and  endless  sea,  stunned  by  the 
thousands  of  man-made  crosses.  They 
seemed  to  couple  the  magnificent  serenity 
of  Nature  with  the  hideous  destruction  of 
man.  Yet  a  peace  rose  up  from  the  sea, 
descended  from  the  sky,  and  rested  over 
the  crosses  and  the  skeletons  of  the  ships.  I 
felt  that  peace. 

I  felt,  too,  that  families  like  mine,  who 
decided  to  leave  their  sons  where  they  fell, 
cotdd  rest  content  with  their  decision. 

Sincerely, 
JEANNE  STILES. 

Kill  llnvintf  f»n 

Ada,  Michigan. 

Dear  Sirs:  How  is  it  that  most  women 
are  calm  and  cool,  and  plan  their  house- 
work weeks  in  advance.'  Aren't  there  any 
women  who  believe,  as  I  do,  that  having 
tun  with  their  children  is  more  important 
than  doing  dishes  at  exactly  12:15? 

My  husband  and  I  were  married  at  six- 

teea  and  nineteen,  with  S4.s  to  Htart  on, 

and  no  job.  Ten  yean  and  lour  babies 
later,  we're  still  struggling  but  having  tun. 

MRS.  LYLE  KRK  K. 
(Cont i mu  d  mi  Pane  74) 


At  work  or  play,  night  or  d 
it's  the  world's  most  demanded  hair  i 

O  fit  While,  g r« 
All  colors  «C  l/»  pu  tp|e  2! 


pu  ipl 
Single  or  double  me 


ENIDd 

HAIRNE 

lui&i  the  waoe. 


FAMOUS  VENIOA  HAIR  BEAUTY  AIDS  BY  RIESER  CO.,  I 


if  they  run  or  snag  7 j 
Impossible?  It's  true!! 
Regardless  of  cause— 
Whether  fault  of  hose 
or  wearer— FREE  re- 
placement made  with- 
in IV4  months  on  pur- 
chase of  3  pairs  or 
within  3  months  on 
purchase  of  6  pairs  if 
Kendex  nylons  run, 
snag  or  show  excess- 
ive wear.  Replacements 
up  to  total  pairs  pur-, 
chased.  Sheerest  i5 
denier  51  gauge  (not 
mesh  but  regular  knit), 
to  60  denier  service 
weight.  Sizes  8V2  to  IIV&J 
Lengths  28  to  35  in. 
Latest  fashion  shades 
plus  white.  Kendex 
nylons  are  not  sold 
n  stores  but  only 
through  authorized 
local  sales  dealers. 


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9 


It's  Listerine  Antiseptic  - 


FOR  COLDS  AND  SORE  THROATS 


Mother  knows  best . .  .  realizes  that,  used  early 
and  often,  a  Listerine  Antiseptic  gargle  can 
often  head  off  a  cold  or  lessen  its  severity.  In  count- 
less families  it's  a  time-tried  first-aid  against  colds 
and  sore  throats.  Hete's  why: 

Attacks  Surface  Germs 

Listerine  Antiseptic  reaches  way  back  on  throat  sur- 
faces to  kill  millions  of  germs  called  "secondary 
invaders".  These  germs  often  invade  throat  tissue 
when  body  resistance  is  lowered  by  wet  feet,  cold 


feet,  fatigue,  or  sudden  changes  in  temperature. 

If  used  frequently  during  the  12  to  36-hour  period 
of  "incubation"  when  a  cold  may  be  developing, 
Listerine  Antiseptic  can  often  help  guard  against 
the  mass  invasion  of  germs. 

If  the  cold  has  already  started,  the  Listerine 
Antiseptic  gargle  may  help  reduce  the  severity  of 
the  infection. 

Keep  Listerine  Antiseptic  on  Hand 

Bear  in  mind  Listerine  Antiseptic's  impressive  rec- 


ord made  in  tests  over  a  12  year  period:  those 
who  gargled  Listerine  Antiseptic  twice  daily  had 
fewer  colds  and  usually  milder  colds  than  those 
who  did  not  gargle  .  .  .  and  fewer  sore  throats. 

So  make  the  Listerine  Antiseptic  gargle  a  "must" 
for  the  whole  family.  Keep  a  bottle  in  the  medicine 
chest  and  use  it  at  the  first  hint  of  a  cold.  Better 
still,  make  the  Listerine  Antiseptic  gargle  a  morning 
and  night  habit  for  everyone. 

Lambert  Pharmacal  Company,  St.  Louis,  Mo. 


Before  any  date  always  rinse  the  mouth  with  Listerine  Antiseptic.  Against  simple  cases  of  bad  breath 
HOW  popular  are  yOU?  of  non-systemic  origin  it  instantly  sweetens  and  freshens  the  breath. 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


January,  1950 


No  vi/orvlerTlDE  outsells  all  other  MskAay  products!  No  ivonder  i/i/omen  are 


ONLY  TIDE  DOES  ALL  THREE: 

1.  Wor/d's  CLEANEST  wash! 

Yes,  Tide  will  get  everything  you  wash 
cleaner.  (Tide,  unlike  soap,  removes  both 
dirt  and  soap  film.)  No  wonder  more  pack- 
ages of  Tide  go  into  American  homes  than 
any  other  washday  product! 

2.  World's  WHITEST  wash! 

It's  a  miracle!  In  hardest  water,  Tide  will 
get  your  shirts,  sheets,  towels  whiter— yes, 
whiter—  than  any  soap  or  any  other  washing 
product  known! 

3.  Actually  BRIGHTENS  colors! 

Trust  all  your  washable  colors  to  Tide.  With 
all  its  terrific  cleaning  power,  Tide  is  truly 
safe  .  .  .  and  actually  brightens  soap-dulled 
colors. 


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11 


Our  fear-Ridden 
Middle  Classes 


By  HOI tOT II I  THOMPSON 


HELLO! 


My  name  is  Ann.  I  have  polio.  That  is,  I've 
had  it.  Most  kids  get  well,  you  know.  I'll  be 
out  playing  soon,  but  it  has  been  a  long  time. 
Everyone  has  been  so  good  to  me.  People  I 
never  saw  before  brought  me  things  and 
helped  mommy  and  daddy  take  care  of  me. 
Mommy  says  it's  the  March  of  Dimes  that 
did  it.  Did  you  ever  see  dimes  marching?  I 
have  not,  but  this  year  I'll  watch  for  them. 
I  want  my  dimes  to  march  too.  I'll  march 
right  with  them. 

During  1949  the  cost  of  providing  medical  care 
for  those  who  needed  financial  assistance  during 
the  worst  epidemic  of  infantile  paralysis  in  Amer- 
ican history  strained  the  National  Foundation's  re- 
sources to  the  breaking  point.  To  build  up  adequate 
defense  against  whatever  may  come  in  1950  and 
to  go  on  with  the  now-promising  search  for  a 
polio  preventive,  the  American  public  must  sup- 
port the  March  of  Dimes  (January  16-31)  more 
generously  than  ever  before. 

Join  the  19511  March  of  Dimes 


RECENTLY,  at  a  party,  I  ran  into  an  acquaintance  I  had  not  seen  for 
several  years.  I  knew  him  as  a  graduate  of  a  distinguished  university, 
1  an  editor  on  a  small  but  established  publication,  and  an  occasional 
writer.  I  came  in;  a  friend,  nodding  toward  him,  said,  "Do  you  know  what 
Jack  is  doing  now?  He's  just  been  telling  us.  He  is  studying  lithography. 
He's  going  to  be  a  printer!" 

Later  Jack  confirmed  this,  a  bit  grimly.  "Two  times  in  the  last  five  years 
I  have  been  kicked  out  of  my  job  without  any  reason  being  given  for  it,"  he 
explained,  "and  each  time  it  meant  several  months  without  a  job.  In  one 
case  two  other  men  were  hired  to  do  what  I  had  previously  been  doing — 
and  since  then  they  have  been  fired  too.  As  a  salaried  editor  the  most  I 
ever  earned  was  a  hundred  and  twenty-five  dollars  a  week,  and  I  regularly 
took  a  briefcase  of  material  home  to  work  on  nights.  I  can  earn  that  much, 
without  homework,  in  the  workingmen's  end  of  the  publication  business, 
and  there  I  can't  be  kicked  out  because  of  a  boss'  'change  of  policy.'  I  will 
have  more  time  to  write,  my  family  will  have  more  security,  and  I  will  have 
more  self-respect.  I  am  resigning,  once  and  for  all,  from  the  most  kicked- 
around  class  in  America — the  salaried  middle  class." 
"How  does  your  wife  take  the  news?"  I  asked. 

"My  wife  is  for  it.  She  wants  the  rent  paid,  three  meals  a  day  for  the  kids, 
and,  thank  God,  she's  not  a  snob." 

Paul — another  case — was  a  graduate  engineer,  who  at  the  age  of  thirty- 
five  found  a  job  in  an  engineering  firm  at  a  salary  of  $60  a  week.  He  had  a 
wife  and  one  child.  He  remained  with  the  same  firm  for  fifteen  years,  with 
small  but  regular  advancements,  until  at  the  age  of  fifty  he  had  a  subordinate 
executive  position  at  a  salary  of  $160  a  week.  This  firm  had  been  a  family- 
controlled  industry  until  its  head  died.  It  was  reorganized  with  a  board  of 
directors.  A  few  weeks  after  this  event  Paul  was  called  into  the  office  of  the 
president,  and  informed  that  there  was  to  be  "a  new  policy" — and,  to  come 
to  the  point,  his  services  would  not  be  required  after  the  following  Monday. 
(It  was  a  Thursday.) 

There  was  no  explanation  of  what  the  new  policy  might  bo:  no  appeal  to 
co-operate  with  it;  no  suggestion  that  the  firm  laced  financial  difficulties 
and  would  have  to  ask  the  employees  to  consider  a  cut  in  salary;  n<>  charges 
of  incompetence  or  malfeasance;  and — no  severance  pa)  in  recognition  of 
fifteen  years  of  service. 

A  man  of  fifty,  with  a  formal  reference  offsel  by  the  fad  thai  be  had  been 
fired  after  fifteen  years  of  service,  does  not  easily  find  jobs — and  Paul  had 


Executive  Editor,  Mary  Bas9  •  Managing  Editor,  Laura  I.ou  Brook  man  •  Associate  Editors:  Hugh  MacNair  Kahler. 
Bcrnardine  Kielty,  Ann  Batchelder.  Wilhcla  Cushman,  William  E.  Fink.  Alice  Ulinn,  Richard  Pratt,  Henrietta 
Murdock,  Louella  G.  Shoucr,  Mary  Lea  Page,  Maureen  Daly,  Dawn  Crowed  Norman.  John  Godfrey  Morris,  Joan 
Younger,  Lonnic  Coleman,  Margaret  Davidson,  Nora  U'Leary  •  Contributing  Editors:  Gladys  Taber,  Louise  Paine 
Benjamin,  Gladys  Denny  Shultz,  Barbara  Benson,  Margaret  Hickey  •  Assistant  Editors:  John  Werner,  Charlotte 
Johnson,  Donald  Stuart,  Ruth  Mary  Packard,  Ruth  Shaplcv  Matthews,  Alice  Conkling,  June  Torrey,  Lilt 
Clendinning,  Joseph  Di.Pictro,  Anne  Einsclen,  Glenn  Matthew  White,  Betty  Niles  Gray,  Jan  Weyl,  Elizabeth  Qoelsch 
•  Editorial  Assistants:  Alice  Kastberg,  Iris  Wilken,  Betty  Coe,  Jeanne  Lcnton  Tracey,  Cynthia  McAdoo,  Eleanor 
Pownall  Simmons,  Adrina  Casparian,  Virginia  Price,  Marion  Wilson,  Lois  Withcrspoon,  Jeanne  Stiles,  Elizabeth 
McFarland,  Polly  Poland,  Elizabeth  Crawford,  Marthedith  E.  Stauffcr,  Virginia  Brown,  Victoria  Harris, 
Robert  N.  Taylor,  Helen  Schmidt  Kennedy. 


Taney -pants  Hamburgers! 


cook  9em  with 


LADIES'  IIOMK  JOl  R \  VI. 


January,  191 


with  cheese 


r 


Hunt's  Fancy-ponrs  Hamburgers 


NeVer -no  net  er.' -  have  you  tasted 
;uch  wonderful  hamburgers! 

thai  extra-flavor}  Hunt  . 
,only  a  few  pennies  a  can  '  an 

Fancy-pants  Hamburger,  >oon. 

hamburger  cakes.  On  W 

I    place  slices  of jd^.1TTedge.  Top 
meat  uncovered  around  *  e  ed  P 

with  the  remaining  ^  ™  VTake 
i    edges  together  to  enclose  etaj* 
:    a  heavy  frying  pan  and  sprinkle 

the  bottom  some: 

W  Place  cuffed  hamburgers  on 
^    IIU  B-side.  Turn,  brown  o^er 
ft   "de.  Low"  beat  and  cover  them  vnth. 
,  co„  Hunt's  Tomato  Sauce 


The 

Keftle-simmered 
cooking  sauce 

from  the  pan  ladled  over  them.  Wonder- 

ful  feast  for  four  people! 

Hunt's  is  extra  flavory  because  it  ■ 
tluni  b  i-  rrinkinf  sauce. 

.V,*  Kettle-simmered  cookin,, 

label  at  your  market! 

rlunt-fbrtbe  best 


„  •  et  until  sauce  is  sizzling  hot. 
Se^  at  once,  with  the  delicious  sauce 


Hunt  Foods,  Inc.,  Los  Ange 


(es,  California 


. . .  and  for  dessert 
HUNT'S  HEAVENLY  PEACHES 


encountered  a  shock  from  which  he  has 
never  recovered.  He  was  an  introverted 
type.  As  his  savings  disappeared  and  no 
jobs  turned  up  except  purely  mechanical 
ones  at  less  than  a  respectable  workman's 
wages,  he  developed  a  crushing  sense  of 
defeat  and  inferiority.  He  began  drinking 
and  seldom  came  home  sober.  His  marriage 
broke  up.  Most  of  his  friends  fell  away — 
he  did  not  want  to  see  them.  His  son.  in 
another  white-collar  job.  helped  him  as  he 
could.  The  last  time  I  heard  of  him  he  was 
working  as  a  warehouse  packer,  certain  to 
lose  that  job,  too,  because  of  his  alcoholism. 
Yet  he  had  never  once  drunk  to  excess  be- 
fore that  fateful  Thursday,  when  in  fifteen 
minutes,  an  existence  and  a  family  had 
been  ruined. 

I  wonder  whether  Americans  realize  that 
ours  is  the  only  civilized  democratic  country 
w-here  such  treatment  would  or  could  hap- 
pen. Elsewhere  either  deep-rooted  custom, 
holding  such  behavior  in  sufficient  con- 
tempt seriously  to  injure  the  offender,  or 
the  law  itself  prevents  it.  In  all  the  Northern 
European  countries,  for  instance,  there  is  a 
legally  codified  concept  of  "earned  rights" 
(in  contrast  to  the  American  concept  of 
natural  civil  liberties )  which  guarantees  all 
"white  collar"  em- 


Schoolteachers  are  a  case  in  point.  Thej 
are  atrociously  paid,  in  many  parts  of  tn 
Union.  But  that  is  not  the  worst.  All  ov* 
the  country  they  are  serving  under  prii( 
cipals.  many  of  whom  have  never  been  t 
college,  who  owe  their  appointment  j 
political  pull,  who  haven't  even  the  vj 
guest  notion  of  teachers  as  a  faculty,  wit 
some  say  in  the  business  of  education.  0 
refusing  to  renew  a  contract,  these  prii 
cipals  can  finish  a  teacher  with  the  emploj 
ment  office  of  the  state  university.  The 
cultivate  servility  as  the  price  of  holding 
job.  When  teachers,  whose  status  is  thi 
of  mere  servile  hacks,  do  rebel  and  unioi 
ize.  why  should  anyone  be  surprised  ? 

The  salaried  middle  class  is  the  ma 
kicked  around  class  in  this  country. 

It  is  even  kicked  around  by  governmen 
whose  taxation  policies  bear  harder  on 
than  on  any  other  class  at  the  top  or  tl 
bottom.  Businessmen  can  provide  pensior 
for  themselves.  The  rich  can  live  on  tl 
interest  on  accumulated  capital.  Works 
can  and  do  extort  pensions  by  mass  actiot 
But  the  salaried  man  and  the  self-employe 
professional  pay  through  the  nose  in  tl 
usually  limited  period  of  years  when  the 
earnings   may  t 


ployees  against  be- 
ing summarily  dis- 
missed; which  as- 
sures them  under  all 
circumstances  of 
severance  pay — a 
fixed  amountof  their 
salary  for  every  year 
of  service— and  pen- 
sions after  a  certain 
length  of  service. 

Legal  restrictions 
on  the  right  to  hire 
and  fire  can,  and 
often  do,  lead  to 
inefficient  produc- 
tion. Many  Euro- 
pean firms  are 
greatly  overstaffed 
either  because  they 
cannot  dismiss  em- 
ployees, even  with 
bonuses,  or  because 
it  is  too  expensive 
to  dismiss  them. 
But  the  kind  of 
brutal  inconsidera-- 

tion  and  arbitrary  conduct  which  is  per- 
missible in  our  country  is  also  not  efficient. 

The  most  stable  and  prosperous  firms  in 
America  are  not  the  ones  whose  top  execu- 
tives behave  like  little  Caesars.  There  is. 
let  us  be  thankful,  a  pleasanter  side  to  the 
picture.  I  know  of  many  excellent  firms 
where  it  is  a  policy  never  to  dismiss  a  sal- 
aried employee  without  giving  that  em- 
ployee a  friendly  notice,  and  without  keep- 
ing him  until  he  gets  another  job.  This 
policy  is  a  simple,  humane  recognition  of 
two  facts:  that  no  one  really  wants  to  stay 
where  he  is  not  wanted,  and  that  anyone 
who  has  a  job  can  more  easily  find  another. 
Anyone  who  approaches  a  prospective  em- 
ployer on  the  ground  that  he  desires  to 
change  is  in  a  better  position  than  one  who 
must  admit  he  has  been  fired. 

People  can  outlive  their  usefulness.  They 
can  grow  stagnant  in  one  environment  and 
revive  in  another.  There  can  be  sincere 
policy  differences  which  produce  strain,  and 
suggest  change.  But  a  society  which  calls  it- 
self "democratic  "  and  "humane."  and  then 
permits  the  arbitrary  ruin  of  existences,  is 
living  a  hypocritical  existence  itself. 

I  do  not  personally  like  the  idea  of  trade- 
unions  of  professionals.  I  do  not  like. 
abstractly,  the  idea  of  teachers'  unions,  or  of 
a  newspaper  guild.  There  seems  to  be  a 
great  deal  of  difference  between  mechani- 
cal work,  in  which  there  is  little  individual- 
ity, and  the  w  age  the  main  thing,  and  work 
where  individuality  is  of  basic  importance, 
and  the  work  pursued  by  conscious  choice 
and  largely  for  itself.  But  what  is  bringing 
about  the  gradual  unionization  of  the  mid- 
dle classes  is  not  an  abstract  idea,  but  sheer 
brutal  reality. 


★  ★★★★★★★★ 


n  -Jf  ■  /< /f  aA 


•j 


ilLt 

By  llt'lt'n  Ilarringlwn 


What  is  so  soft  as  the  cheek  of  a 
child? 
Damask,  satin,  pearl? 
Soft  as  the  song  of  the  sea  in  a  shell 
Is  the  cheek  of  my  little  girl. 

What  is  so  soft  as  the  cheek  of  a 
child? 

Sleek  as  the  wing  of  a  dove, 
Smooth  as  the  smooth-flowing  water 
of  stream' 
Is  the  cheek  of  the  child  I  love. 

★  **★★★★★★ 


high.  If  employe* 
they  can  so  easil 
be  fired  that  the 
escape  pensio 
schemes  of  firm 
And  they  cannot  at 
ticipate  any  secui 
old  age  from  exis 
ing  social-securit 
schemes. 

This  neglecte 
class  should  insi; 
that  its  members  \ 
allowed  to  set  asic 
a  fixed  proportion  < 
their  earnings  to  t 
invested  in  Goven 
ment  bonds,  as  s 
emergency  and  pei 
sion  fund.  This  ii 
vestment  should  I 
taxed  only  when 
is  drawn  upon  ar 
thus  becomes  part  i 
income.  The  Go' 
ernment  would  thi 
be  assured  of  coi 
tinued  investment  in  Government  bond 
and  would  contribute  to  the  security  of  tl 
class  which  throughout  all  history  has  bee 
the  most  patriotic  and  the  most  stabilizir 
force  in  every  society. 

This  investment  program  for  the  midd 
class  has  been  suggested  by  tax  experts  ar 
by  the  New  York  City  Bar  Associatioi 
and  no  reasonable  argument  has  bee 
advanced  against  it. 

But  over  and  above,  and  more  importai 
even  than  legal  and  tax  protection,  is  tl 
climate  of  human  relations.  No  one  tall 
more  about  human  dignity  than  Presidei 
Truman.  Yet  he  could  dismiss  a  disti' 
guished  admiral,  the  Chief  of  Naval  Oper 
tions.  via  a  press  conference,  allowing  hi; 
to  learn  that  he  was  "out"  from  the  new- 
papers!  Apparently  it  never  crossed  h 
mind  that  even  if  a  man  is  to  be  dismiss* 
for  cause,  it  is  not  necessary  to  add  humili: 
tion  to  injury. 

Until,  in  ethical  climate,  law  and  volui 
tary  code,  the  salaried  man  is  better  pn 
tected  than  he  is,  we  shall  have  a  fea 
ridden  middle  class,  driven  into  yes-ma 
servility,  into  cutthroat  inner-office  ii 
trigue.  and  into  the  typical  salaried  man 
diseases:  stomach  ulcers,  heart  and  nen 
ous  ailments,  thrombosis,  and  excessiv 
drinking— the  diseases  contributed  to  t 
fear. 

This  middle  class,  by  nature,  trainir 
and  profession  composed  of  the  stronge 
individualists  and  supporters  of  democrac 
should  never  have  to  doubt  the  promises . 
democracy  and  should  Ik-  among  the  fir 
to  benefit  from  its  |>erfonnance.  The  oth« 
road  leads  to  democratic  chaos.  This  h; 
hapixned  repeatedly  in  history.  And  it  c< 
happen  here.  THB  kn 


and  you  know  the  promise  will  be  kept ! 


Nice  to  know  there  are  some  things  you  can 
depend  on!  And  Swift's  Premium  Ham  is 
one.  Before  the  knife  ever  carves  those  firm  pink 
slices,  vou  know  they'll  taste  superb. 

For  thanks  to  ajjpique  system  of  quality  control, 
Swift' s  Premium  is  always  perfect.  From  the  care- 


ful choosing  of  each  ham,  through  the  slow  Brown- 
Sugar-Curing  and  oven-smoking  over  hardwood 
fires,  a  long  series  of  controls  assures  uniformity. 

Any  time  vou  buy  Swift's  Premium,  vou' re 
sure  to  get  ham  that  looks,  tastes,  is  the  same.  So 
tender,  so  delectable,  it's  the  best-liked  ham  of  all. 


Look!  New  kind  of  brand- 
ing shows  on  slices,  too! 


>WIFT'S  PREMIUM  Ham  is  perfect  every  time 


AM  BUTT  WITH  ONION  CUPS:  Prepare 
rift's  Premium  Ham  according  to  directions 
i  tag.  Cook  8  large  onions  20  min.  in  boiling, 
Ited  water.  Drain;  remove  centers;  brush 
th  1  tbsp.  melted  fat.  Fill  with  2  c.  hot, 
oked  peas  in  lA  c.  medium  white  sauce.  Re- 
at  in  slow  oven  (325  °F.)  for  30  minutes 
fore  serving.   Good  with  hot  or  cold  ham. 


America's  favorite  ham 
comes  in  2  styles: 
Blue  Label,  for  easy 
home  cooking; 
Red  Label,  fully  cooked. 

NOTE:  Not  so-called  "ready- 
to-eat"  .  .  .  but  really, 
deliriously,  fully  cooked  as 
you'd  do  it  at  home  1 


HAM-NOODLE  MOLD:  Heat  VA  c  milk; 
stir  in  2  tbsp.  butter  or  margarine,  1  c.  soft 
bread  crumbs,  XA  tsp.  salt,  M  tsp.  pepper,  3 
beaten  eggs.  Add  lA  lb.  noodles,  cooked;  1  c. 
diced,  cooked  ham;  1  c.  cooked  prunes,  pitted. 
Turn  onto  ham  slices  in  8  x  8  x  2"  buttered  pan. 
Bake  in  slow  oven  (325°F.)  about  1  hour  till 
inserted  knife  comes  out  clean. 


Swiff  s  unique  system 
of  qua  lily-control 
assures  you  the  same 
superbly  mellow  flavor, 
the  same  delicious 
tenderness,  in  every 
Swiff  s  Premium  Hani. 


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January,  1< 


It  identifies  stores  where  you  will  be  offered  brands 
you  can  trust  —  brands  that  are  fully  approved  — 
brands  in  which  quality  and  value  go  hand-in-hand. 


1948,  1950  National  Retail  Hardware  Association 


Don  Wilton  of  the 
Jack  Benny  Program: 


"I've  found  it,  friends,  I've  really  found  it,  the  Raisin-Bran  that  isn't 
soggy.  My  taster  tolls  me  Skinner's  Raisin-Bran  is  made  crisper 
than  any  other  Raisin  Bran.  Two  well-known,  independent  labora- 
tories tested  'em  all,  and  found  the  same  answer.  So  I  said  to 
myself,  'Don,  old  boy,  why  eat  Raisin  Bran  that's  soggy,  soggy, 
soggy  when  Skinner's  Raisin-Bran  is  crisper,  crisper,  crisper?' 
And,  friends,  I'm  asking  you  the  same  question.  The  best  answer  is 
to  go  get  some  crisper  Skinner's  Raisin-Bran,  and  see  for  yourself." 


While  other  cities  sleep,  Neiv  York  still  goes  about  its  bttsiness. 


XJnder-Over  SM 


Mtif  lll.lt \  \  I tlH  \ I.  K1ELTY 


1WERE  IS  NEW  YORK  is  a  jewel  of  a 
I  book  finely  eut  by  the  master  hand 
**  of  E.  B.  White.  In  spite  of  its  tini- 
ness — perhaps  because  of  its  concise- 
ness— it  does  complete  and  beautiful 
justice  to  the  greatest  city  in  tl^e 
world.  Here  is,  indeed,  the  Leviathan, 
all  7,000,000  parts  of  it.  Writes  White: 

"  I  am  sitting  in  a  stifling  hotel  room  in 
90-degree  heat,  halfway  down  an  air  shaft, 
in  midtown.  No  air  moves  in  or  out  of  the 
room,  yet  I  am  curiously  affected  by  ema- 
nations from  the  immediate  surroundings. 
I  am  twenty-two  blocks  from  where 
Rudolph  Valentino  lay  in  stale,  eight 
blocks  from  where  Nathan  Hale  was  ex- 
ecuted, five  blocks  from  the  publisher's  of- 
fice where  Ernest  Hemingway  hit  Max 
Eastman  on  the  nose,  four  miles  from 
ivhere  Walt  Whitman  sat  sweating  out 
editorials  for  the  Brooklyn  Eagle,  thirty- 
four  blocks  from  the  street  Willa  Cather 
lived  in  when  she  came  to  New  York  to 
write  books  about  Nebraska. 

"  When  I  went  down  to  lunch  a  few 
minutes  ago  I  noticed  that  the  man  sitting 
next  to  me  ( about  eighteen  inches  away 
along  the  wall )  was  Fred  Stone.  The  eight- 


een inches  were  both  the  connection  and 
the  separation  that  New  York  provides  for 
its  inhabitants.  My  only  connection  with 
Fred  Stone  was  that  I  saw  him  in  The 
Wizard  of  Oz  around  the  beginning  of 
the  century.  But  our  waiter  felt  the  same 
stimulus  from  being  close  to  a  man  from 
Oz,  and  after  Mr.  Stone  left  the  room  the 
waiter  told  me  that  he  had  taken  his  girl  for 
their  first  theater  date  to  The  Wizard  of 
Oz.  It  was  a  wonderful  show— a  man  of 
straw,  a  man  of  tin.  Wonderful!  ( And 
still  only  eighteen  inches  away.)  'Mr. 
Stone  is  a  very  hearty  eater,'  said  the 
waiter,  content  with  this  fragile  partici- 
pation in  destiny,  this  link  with  Oz." 


Never  underestimate  the  power  of  a 
woman.  Which  mosquitoes  bite  hu- 
mans? Females.  Which  horseflies  bite 
horses?  Females.  \\  hich  honeybees 
are  the  "workers'"?  Females.  A  sea 
lion  fainted  on  Milton  Berle's  set  last 
summer.  We'll  bet  it  was  a  male. 

On  the  other  hand,  don't  overesti- 
mate the  power  of  a  woman. .  . .  Up  in  a 
(Continued  cm  1'uge  16) 


REPRODUCED  FROM  THE  NEW  YORKER  BY  PERMISSION.  COPYRIGHT  19-17  THE  NEW  YORKER  MAGAZIt* 

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'Thing  worked  <>ni  rather  well  for  »»»<•.   \l\  wife 

If  1 1  in  i-  so/iic  \tiii  s  agO,  hut  her  mother  $ta)  <'</  on* 


Hot  Pineapple  Eggnog* 

Festive  bowl  to  gather  friends  around!  Separate  yolks 
and  whites  of  8  eggs.  Add  J^trup  sugar  to  egg  3olks  and 
beat  thoroughly.  Bring  6  cups  Dole  Pineapple  Juice  to 
boil,  add  1  pint  cream.  Pour  over  egg  yolks  and  heat, 
stirring  constantly.  Beat  egg  whites  with  3^2  CUP  sugar 
and  fold  into  hot  mixture.  Serve  with  grated  orange  peel 
if  you  like— to  ten  or  twelve  lip-smacking  guests!  Deli- 
cious chilled,  too. 


Heard  about  the  new  Dole  Fruit  Cocktail?  Here  it  is — 
all  five  delicious  fruits,  including  famous  pineapple — in 
time  to  start  your  holiday  feast  with  the  proper  flourish! 
Chill  it  first — right  in  the  blue  Dole  can — then  heap  its 
sparkling-bright  goodness  in  sherbet  glasses. 


new 


Pineapple  Mince  Pie* 

A  Dole  dress  for  a  traditional  dessert — and  a  mighty 
tempting  one.  Do  try  it!  Fill  pie  shell  with  mincemeat — 
and  then,  for  flavor-magic — give  it  a  golden  crown  of 
Dole  Crushed  Pineapple!  Let  it  gleam  through  crisscross 
strips  of  crust  in  the  oven,  and  come  to  the  table  decked 
with  sprigs  of  holly.  Dole  Crushed  is  crisp-cut — rich  with 
real  pineapple  taste-appeal! 

*  By  Patricia  Collier,  DOLE  HOME  ECONOMIST 

DOLE     •     215   Market   Street,   San   Francisco   6.  California 


U  fotures  so/4  me? 


Thousands  of  Caloric  owners  write  enthusiastic  comments  like  these 
because  they've  discovered  through  actual  use  and  comparison  that 
Caloric  Gas  Ranges  have  more  easy-cooking  features  and  are  easiest  to 
keep  clean.  Let  your  Caloric  dealer  show  you  all  Caloric's  exclusive 
work-saving  features.  For  list  of  dealers  see  "Caloric"  in  classified  phone 
book.  Caloric  Stove  Corporation,  Widener  Building,  Philadelphia  7,  Pa. 


/ 

2, 
3. 


"America's  Easiest  Ranges  to  Keep  Clean."  Calorics  have 

porcelain  enamel  finish,  inside  and  out.  Seamless 
^   Top,  Oven,  Broiler,  Burner  Box.  Completely  re- 
movable Broiler  and  Burners  wash  like  a  dish. 


Faster,  Easier  tO  Cook  With.  Flavor-Saver  Dual  Burners 
speed  cooking,  protect  flavor,  vitamins,  minerals, 
save  gas.  Clock-controlled  Hold-Heat  Oven  cooks 
meals  while  you're  out  of  the  kitchen. 


Beauty  lor  a  Lifetime.  Acid  Resisting  porcelain  top, 
front,  sides  for  lasting  beauty.  All  porcelain  one- 
piece  front  frame  for  sturdiness,  from  floor  to  top. 


You  may  have  any  Caloric  model  fac- 
tory equipped  for  "F'yrofax"  Gas  or 
ot  her  LP-Gases("  bottled  "pases).  "CP" 
features  (optional  on  all  models)  give 
automatic  cooking. 


it 


Mt  u  •  pat  orr 


AMERICA'S    EASIEST    RANGES    TO    KEEP  CLEAN 


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(Continued  from  Page  14) 
little  summer  cottage  on  Martha's  Vine- 
yard, things  had  not  been  going  so  well 
between  husband  and  wife.  She  had 
toyed  with  the  idea  of  breaking  up  the 
home — of  leaving  him  forever.  But  she 
thought  she  owed  it  to  herself  to  get  a 
perspective.  She  would  go  away  for  a 
short  time,  she  told  herself,  and  think  it 
over.  So  she  packed  a  suitcase  and  came 
down  to  New  York.  Her  conclusion — 
after  five  days'  separation  from  home 
and  husband — was  that  she  had  been 
silly.  She  returned  to  Martha's  Vineyard 
overflowing  with  good  will.  All  was  well, 
and  she  never  again  would  leave  home. 
But  when  she  got  to  the  cottage  she 
found  that  her  husband  had  his  suitcase 
packed.  He'd  thought  it  over  for  five 
days,  too,  and  he  was  departing  on  the 
next  boat. 

Or  take  Christopher  Morley's  dim 
view:  "Lyric  in  a  Parking  Lot." 

"  Whether  by  day  or  after  dark 
A  ivoman,  ivhen  she  tries  to  park, 
Goes  back  and  forth  in  the  same  arc. 

A  ivoman  parking  at  a  roadhoitse 
Is  funnier  than  P.  G.  Wodehouse." 


If  you  want  to  know  what  a  rasp  is, 
or  a  Stillson  wrench,  or  a  try  square,  or 
tin  snips,  or  a  coping  saw,  or  a  c  clamp; 
if  you  want  to  know  how  to  clean  the 
smokepipe,  or  weatherstrip  a  window; 

COURTESY  TRUE.  THE  MAN'S  MAGAZINE 


"What  did  theplumber  thinh 
of  that  suggestion,  dear?" 

or  what's  the  matter  with  your  car  when 
it  backfires,  pulls  to  one  side,  weaves, 
won't  start,  or — bless  us! — how  to 
change  a  tire,  then  get  a  book  called 
The  Woman's  Fix-It  Book,  by  Ar- 
thur Symons.  It  may  or  may  not  be 
good.  For  this  department  it  unlocked  a 
thousand  mysteries. 


For  people  ivho  love  old  furniture,  who 
don  t  know  much  about  it  but  want  to 
know  more,  there  is  now  a  concise,  inex- 
pensive little  book:  Old  English  Fur- 
niture, by  Hampden  Cordon,  C.li. 
(E.P.  Dutton  and  Co.,  300  4th  Ave.,  New 
York,  $2.75).  So  many  antique-furniture 
books  frighten  one  off  by  sheer  size  and 
weight! 

The  Bible  and  the  Common 
READER,  by  Mary  Ellen  Chase,  came 
out  in  1944,  but  we  just  got  round  to 
reading  it  on  a  vacation  in  1949.  And 
what  an  excellent  book  it  is ! 

After  years  of  teaching  Itihlc  at 
Smith  College.  Miss  Chase  had  pirn  I  j 

of  experience   with    the  "common 

r  eader.'"  She  knew  I  lie  appeal  and  she 

used  it  verj  effectively.  First  she  told 
t  he  story  of  how  t  he  King  James  ver- 
sion came  to  l>< — a  fascinating  tale. 

Then  she  gave  a  brief  history  of  the 

Hebrew  people  during  Biblical  times — 
which  is  of  course  the  same  history 
that  tin-  Bible  itself  tells.  Then  she 
described  the  Hebrew  people's  racial 

(<  onUnued  on  Page  ix) 


keep  douse 

the  EASY  way 
with  these 

Bd-Jid  helpers! 


W-Jld  IRONING  TABLE 


Iron  faster,  better  on  a  Rid-Jid  Air-Flov 
Its  wide-open  steel  mesh  fully  ventilate) 
top  lets  more  heat  flow  through  am 
through  garments  to  melt  wrinkles  awa; 
like  magic.  Heavy  things  iron  dry  in 
jiffy!  If  you're  average  height,  the  stand 
ard  model's  for  you,  but  tall  and  tin; 
gals  like  the  adjustable  model  that  lei 
'em  choose  the  ironing  height  that  "fits1 
'em  best. 

Rid-Jid  DeLuxe  comes  in  standard  am 
adjustable  models,  too  .  .  .  has  sami 
automatic  opening,  locking,  closing  stee] 
legs  as  the  Air-Flow  .  .  .  plus  a  beautifullj 
finished  specially  treated  wood  top  that'f 
guaranteed  not  to  warp. 


LADDERS 


Climbing  chores  ore  easy  on 
steady  Rid-Jid  ladder.  Broa 
safety,  non-slip  steps.  Strong 
straight,  smoothly  finished  woo( 
There's  a  big  difference  in  la 
ders  and  that's  why  more  Ri 
Jids  are  bought  than  any  oth 
brand.  Choose  the  type  y 
like  but  be  sure  it's  a  Rid -J 


HOUSEHOLD  HELPER! 


THE  J.  R.  CLARK  COMPAN 

SPRING  PARK,  MINNESOTA 


LAD1KS'  SOME  JOl  KNAL 


row  Joll  House  cake 

W^^soj^  RECOMMENDS  THIS  EXCITING  NEW  RECIPE  FEATURING 

Nestles  semi-sweet  chocolate  and  PILLSBURY'S  BEST 


IUICKMIX  METHOD 

developed  exclusively  for 


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ONLY  ONE  ROWl 


It's  always  big  news  when  great  leaders  get  together. 
And  the  latest  meeting  place  of  two  acknowledged 
leaders  is  ...  a  cake! 

Pillsbury's  and  Nestle's— both  famous,  trusted  names 
in  hundreds  of  thousands  of  homes— now  combine  to 
bring  you  this  excitingly  novel  and  delicious  recipe. 

This  is  really  a  "different"  and  glamorous  cake  .  .  . 
with  all  the  lightness  and  delicacy  you  always  look  for 
in  a  cake  made  with  Pillsbury's  Best  .  .  .  plus  whole 
Morsels  of  Nestle's  Semi-Sweet  Chocolate  scattered 
through  it,  for  that  famous  Nestle's  chocolate  flavor. 

And  it's  simple  to  make!  As  straightforward  as  mak- 
ing Nestle's  famous  Toll  House  Cookies,  for  instance. 
You  need  no  special  knacks  or  skills.  You  simply  follow 
the  easy  Quick-Mix  cake  method,  developed  exclusively 
for  Pillsbury's  Best.  (And,  of  course,  you  can  expect  the 
same  wonderful  results  you  always  get  with  pies,  cakes, 
cookies,  rolls,  everything  you  bake  with  this  time- 
honored  all-purpose  flour.) 

You'll  like  this  new  cake.  Plan  to  bake  it  soon. 


MAKE  TOLL  HOUSE 

COOKIES,  TOO! 

They  contain  delicious 
Morsels  of  Nestle's  Semi- 
Sweet  Chocolate  that  stay 
whole  in  baking.  So  easy  to 
make,  hake  in  12  minutes. 
Recipe  OX]  the  yellow  cello- 
phane packaRe. 


RECIPE  FOR 

Toll  House 
cake 


USING  Nestles  SEMI-SWEET  CHOCOLATE 
WITH  ^^sU^s  QUICK-MIX  METHOD 


BAKE  at  350°  F.  for  30  to  40  minutes.  MAKES  two  8-inch  layers. 
All  ingredients  must  be  at  room  temperature. 


Sift  together   2  cups  sifted  Pillsbury's  Best 

Enriched  Flour 
3  teaspoons  double-acting  baking 

powder 
1  teaspoon  salt 
\i  cup  sugar 

 Yl  cup  shortening 

%  cup  milk 

%  cup  sieved  light  brown  sugar 

  for  2  minutes,  300  strokes,  unl  il 

batter  is  well  blended.  (If  elec- 
tric mixer  is  used,  beat  at  low 
to  medium  speed  for  same  pe- 


Add. 


Add. 


Beat. 


  2  eggs,  unbeaten 

1  teaspoon  vanilla 

Beat   for  2  minutes. 

pour   into  two  well-greased  and 

floured  8-incli  round  layer  cake 
pans,  lii  inches  deep. 

Sprinkle   1  package    Nestle's  Semi-Sweet 

Chocolate  Morsels  t  reserve  2 
tablespoons  for  frosting)  over 
top  of  bat  ter,  half  on  each  layer. 

Bake   in  moderate  oven  (350°  F.)  for 

30  to  40  minutes.  Cool  and  frost. 


riod  of  time.; 

FLUFFY  SEA  FOAM  FROSTING  ,    .         .  _ 

Combine  2  eee  whites   M  cup  firmly  packed  beater  until  mtxl  ure  stands  in  peaks.  Remove 

light  brown  sugar,  M  cup  corn  syrup,  2  table-  from  heat.  Add  1  teaspoon  vanilla;  continue 

spoons  water,  H  teaspoon  cream  of  tartar  and  beating  until  thick  enough  to  spread    Gent  y 

X  teaspoon  salt  in  top  of  double  boiler.  Cook  fold  in  2  tablespoons  Semi-Sweet  Chocolate 

over  rapidly  boiling  water,  beating  with  rotary  Morsels.  Do  not  stir.  Frost  cooled  layers. 


©P.M.I. 


®  TOLL  HOUSE  and  NESTLE'S  are  registered  Trade 
Marks  owned  by  Lamont,  Corliss  &  Co. 


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and  literary  characteristics — a  study, 
in  other  words,  of  the  authors  of  the 
original  version.  The  hody  of  I  he  hook 
is  an  analysis  of  the  Hi  hie  as  literal  lire. 
Miss  Chase  leaves  out  the  sections 
lhat  have  no  meaning  for  us  today, 
and  makes  the  rest  of  it  so  dramatic 
lhat  non-Bible  readers  will  wonder 
where  they've  been  all  these  years. 


Sholem  Asch's  Mary  belongs  right 
here.  Readers  of  The  Nazarene  and 
The  Apostle  know  how  thoroughly 
Mr.  Asch  has  studied  the  customs  and 
thinking  of  the  ancient  world.  In  Mary. 
which  precedes  the  two  others  chrono- 
logically, the  same  careful  research  is 
apparent.  From  the  Annunciation  to  the 
Nativity,  through  the  days  of  Yeshua's 
(Jesus')  teaching,  fasting,  praying,  up  to 
the  Crucifixion  and  the  final  dawn  of 
Easter,  the  New  Testament  story  is 
strictly  followed.  But  the  familiar  out- 
lines are  filled  in  with  the  rich  details  of 
daily  living,  and  with  personalities,  and 
the  intricacies  of  human  relationships. 

Sholem  Asch  is  frequently  asked  if  he 
has  joined  the  Catholic  Church.  But  the 
answer  is  no.  What  he  has  endeavored  to 
do  in  his  novels  is  to  show  the  common  in- 
heritance of  Jews  and  Christians.  For  him 
Judaism  and  Christianity  are  one  culture 
and  one  civilization. 


L.H.J,  readers  will  be  glad  to  know — 
particularly  if  they  are  widows — that 
Gladys  Denny  Shultz  has  a  new  book 

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"I've  had  so  much  trouble  over  the 
insurance  policy  that  I  sometimes 
wish  my  husband  hadn't  died!" 

outentitled  Widows  Wise  andOther- 
wise.  It  contains  many  case  histories  on 
the  basisof  which  the  author  provides  de- 
tailed advice  as  to  how  best  a  widow 
may  order  her  affairs  and  preserve  her 
emotional  balance. 


Although  the  life  span  is  lengthen- 
ing, we  still  cannot  read  all  the  books 
that  we  want  to  read.  There  still  is  not 
enough  time.  If  we  could  just  sec  a  list 
of  all  the  good  books  in  the  world, 
what  a  help  it  would  be!  And  if  besides 
the  mere  titles  and  authors,  we  could 
also  find  out  what  each  of  the  books  is 
about  and  when  it  was  written! 

Such  a  book  is  now  on  the  market: 
Thesaurus  of  Book  Digests,  edited 
by  Hiram  Haydn  and  Edmu  nd  Fu  Her. 
Fifteen  authorities  worked  on  their  spe- 
cial fields  over  a  period  of  seven  years,  and 
the  result  is  2000  excellent  resumes  of 
the  world's  permanent  literature.  It  is 
not  a  substitute  for  reading,  but  it  is  a 
remarkable  guide  to  reading,  and  an  im- 
portant reference  book.  (Crown  Pub- 
lishers, 419  4th  Ave.,  New  York.) 


For  these  wintry  days  when  children 
are  home  with  colds  and  demanding 
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Enjoy  the  treat  of  real 
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Long  before  the  white  man,  the  Indians 
found  that  delicious  syrup  could  be  made 
from  maple  tree  sap.  But  their  primitive 
methods  could  not  produce  the  uniform 
flavor  of  our  Vermont  Maid  Syrup.  , 
Our  skilled  blenders  choose  rich,  full- 
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cane  sugar.  This  gives  you,  at  moderate 
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amusement,  we  suggest:  For  little  ones, 
five  to  eight,  The  Mirrob  Book  for 
Boys  and  The  Mirror  Book  for 
Girls,  by  Jerome  Meyer.  There  is  a 
little  mirror  in  each  book  in  which  the 
young  reader  sees  himself  as  a  football 
hero,  an  aviator,  an  Indian  chief ;  or  a  bal- 
let dancer,  an  airplane  hostess,  a.bride, 
and  in  many  other  guises.  (J.  B.  Lip- 
pincott  Co.,  521  5th  Ave.,  New  York. 
S1.00.)  For  children  seven  to  thirteen, 
there  is  Pencil  Fun  Book,  by  Frances 
W.  Keene.  These  pencil  stunts  start 
easy  and  get  harder.  In  fact,  mamma 
herself  will  have  fun.  (The  Seashore 
Press,  Pelham,  New  York.  $1.00.) 


There  are  all  kinds  of  books.  Now  we 
see  one  called  How  to  Sleep,  by 
Dr.  James  Bender.  Some  of  Doctor 
Bender's  conclusions — backed  up  by 
psychological  and  physical  research — 
are  worth  repeating: 

1 — Women  need  almost  an  hour  more 
sleep  than  men,  every  night,  in  order  to 
preserve  their  health  and  enhance  their 
beauty.  2 — Fewer  divorces  are  found 
among  couples  who  sleep  in  double  beds. 
"  Wider  double  beds — 75  inches — is 
one  of  America's  great  needs,"  says  the 
doctor.  3 — There  are  three  men  snorers 
for  every  woman  who  snores.  4 — Many 
men  stop  snoring — at  least  for  a  time — 
if  you  whistle  softly.  Those  who  snore 
with  mouth  wide  open  stop  when  you 
drop  a  piece  of  soap  into  the  mouth. 
( The  statistics  on  this  as  grounds  for 
divorce  are  not  included.)  5 — The  aver- 
age American  housewife  does  a  poor 
job  of  making  a  bed.  She  should  sprin- 
kle the  sheets  with  cologne  or  lavender 
and  not  tuck  down  the  covers  so  tightly 
that  free  rolling  is  inhibited. 


What  with  Eleanor  Roosevelt's  crew 
cut  and  Mary  Martin's  close-cropped 

NEW  YORK  HERALD  TRIBUNE 


Mrs.  Roosevelt's  new  hairdo. 

curls  as  hair-style  novelties,  some 
women  of  the  political  and  theatrical 
sets  are  already  looking  pretty  funny. 


Once  in  a  blue  moon  you'll  find  a  child 
who  likes  his  Christmas  present  so  much 
that  he  ivants  to  express  himself  about 
it.  Like  the  ten-year-old  boy  who  re- 
ceived a  copy  of  Augustus  CAESAR'S 
WORLD,  by  Genevieve  Foster: 

"Dear  Aunt  Ruth:  Thank  you  so  much 
for  that  wonderfull  book  about  Augustes 
Czaezers  World.  We  are  studding  all 
about  the  things  that  happned  at  the  same 
time  he  was  alive  in  school.  I  know  my 
teacher  will  love  to  know  that  J  have  that 
wonderfull  book.  I  never  saw  such  a  book 
before.  It  has  everything  in  History.  I 
just  cant  wait  to  read  about  Czaezer  and 
thank  you  again." 


LADIES'  HOME  JUL  RNAL 


January,  19S0 


2M 


After  I  ve  paid  S13.20  for  a  pair  of  New  ^  nrk 
theater  tickets  on  our  annual  visit,  and  later  find 
the  stubs  in  my  pants  pocket,  my  opinion  of  the  free 
fun  at  home  soars.  If  those  shows  are  worth  $6.60, 
then  my  ten-year-old's  performance  is  worth  $5000 
a  year. 

"Tm  not  sure,"  says  Peter  Comfort,  returning  my 
rake  and  borrowing  my  snoiv  shovel,  "that  the  man 
whose  wife  spends  her  days  playing  bridge  and  canasta 
is  any  uorse  off  than  the  wife  uhose  husband  series  on 
too  many  committees." 


At  last  it  has  dawned  on  me  how  our  teen-agers 
decide  at  which  house  they'll  gather  for  the  evening: 
they  reconnoiter  by  phone  till  they've  discovered 
where  the  grown-ups  are  least  likely  to  be  home. 


I  can't  prove  it,  but  I'll  bet  SI  my  suspicions  are 
sound.  Wives  in  our  circle  have  concluded  that  thev 
get  taken  downtown  for  dinner  oftener  if  they  serve 
a  dull  meal  or  two  every  week. 


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By  HARLAN  MILLER 


Maybe  Junior  has  sprouted  an  elfin  sense 
of  humor  since  he  has  been  away  at  school. 
He  devoted  his  last  letter  entirely  to  his  des- 
perate need  for  various  sums  of  money,  and 
signed  off  with  ''I've  tried  to  paint  you  a 
picture  of  life  at  school." 


After  a  pilgrimage  to  the  Hyde  Park 
mansion  my  wife  thinks  that  the  Roosevelt- 
haters  did  a  lot  of  needless  worrying.  "Any 
clever  woman,"  she  says,  "could  have  told 
'em  that  a  house  filled  with  those  cherished 
heirlooms  couldn't  harbor  a  traitor-to-his- 


class 


Some  of  the  wives  in  our  town  delight 
in  overemphasis  of  their  husbands' quaint- 
ness.  If  they  were  married  to  Einstein 
they'd  treat  him  as  an  adorable  old  ec- 
centric who  hated  to  go  to  a  barber  and 
get  his  hair  cut. 


Our  towns  best-groomed  man  lives  in  a 
one-bathroom  apartment,  and  now  he's  shop- 
ping for  an  old-fashioned  ivashbowl  and 
water  pitcher.   '~rfo  woman  seems  to  understand,"  he 
complains,  "that  a  man's  bathroom  routine  may  in- 
volve anywhere  from  thirteen  to  twenty-two  separate 
operations  every  morning.  ' 


I'm  not  quite  positive  whether  I  like  meat  loaf 
because  it  tastes  good,  or  because  it's  easy  to  carve,  or 
because  it  keeps  the  grocer v  bill  down.  (Also,  it  seems 
better  cold  at  midnight  than  hot  at  dinner!) 


Wv  revolt  against  big  parties  is  apt  to  flare  up  on 
New  Year's  Eve.  Too  often  at  midnight  I  half 
reluctantly  embrace  a  comparatively  strange  woman  on 
the  dance  floor,  unable  to  reach  my  Own  wife  at  the 
sentimental  moment. 


The  breakage  among  my  favorite  phonograph 
records  is  incredible.  I  suspect  Junior  sails  'cm  across 
the  room  at  the  record  player  to  prove  he's  an  mi- 
trammeled  soul.  (Or  maybe  it's  his  criticism  of  my 
corny  taste  in  music.) 


My  wife  frowns  on  my  colored  shirts,  but  admires 
them  on  other  men.  Many  times  she's  finessed  me  into 
a  white  shirt  at  the  last  minute.  "You  look  so  dress} 
in  colored  shirts,"  she  says,  "and  other  men  look  so 

Some  of  our  town's  worldliest  people  reveal  their 
tenderness  at  Christmas.  Like  our  neighbors  who  al- 
ways invite  a  couple  of  childless  newcomers  to  supper 
on  Christmas  Eve  or  Christmas  Night. 


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An  enlightened  young  mother  we  know  has  at  last 
stumbled  on  <i  year-round  use  for  their  old  swimming  pool. 
She  keeps  it  drained  and  uses  it  as  a  phi  v  pen  for  her  lots. 


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Much  as  I  rebel  against  the  fashion  of  calling 
every  girl  who  has  two  eyes  and  a  nose  "pretty,"  I 
confess  I"\e  never  seen  a  homely  girl  on  a  Bkating 
pond. 


MayU-  the  neu  trend  toward  music  and  art  is  an 
attempt  to  Jill  our  lives  uilh  souvenirs  that  won't 
etentually  clutter  the  hip  allies  fteoplc  no  longer  have. 


"If  I  had  a  homely  daughter,"  confides  Betty 
Comfort,  eying  the  neon  tree  lights  of  a  newfangled 
neighbor,  "I'd  persuade  her  that  an  intelligent  eye,  a 
sweet  mouth  and  a  soft  voice  make  a  plain  girl  more 
charming  than  a  prettv  one." 


If  e  ve  been  experimenting  in  our  household  u  itli 
one  of  those  new  nylon  starts.  It  can  be  washed  in  two 
minutes,  dries  in  an  hour,  and  is  a  warm  shirt  for  a  man 
to  wear  in  an  overheated  room.  But  my  lady's  verdict  is, 
"Hurrah!  It  needn't  l/e  ironed!" 


Ever  since  our  honevmoon  mv  dauntless  wife 
has  needled  me  sweetly  to  drink  milk  before  bedtime 
instead  of  ginger  ale  or  bean  soup  or  lobster  bisque. 
She  never  gives  up.  and  to  my  surprise  I  find  my- 
self unyieldingly  drinking  milk  oftener  and  oftener. 


To  my  intense  amazement,  our  youngest 
was  recently  voted  the  neatest  /wv  at  a  session 
of  his  Cub  Scout  troop.  They've  either  got  him 
hypnotized  or  their  definition  of" neatness"  is 
broader  than  mine. 


One  of  our  village  belles  met  Mon- 
sieur Dior,  of  Paris,  at  a  big-town  party 
and  he  complimented  her  gallanth  on  her 
gown.  "Mow  1  wish."  she  sayl  wistfully, 
"I  could  have  replied  that  I'd  just  run  it 
up  on  mv  sewing  machine!" 


Only  after  we  bought  our  ten-year-old  a 
set  of  tools  did  we  remember  that  we  bought  an 
identical  set  for  Junior  six  years  ago.  and  that 
he  had  it  impartially  distributed  around  the 
neighborhood  by  .\ew  Year's  Day. 


A  bright  young  psychiatrist  from  the 
state  university  who  lectured  in  our  town 
recentlj  said  casual!}  thai  it  *  healthy 
for  children  to  ha\  e  other  rchiti\  e>  around 
besides  their  parents.  This  ma  j  make  aunts 
and  grannies  and  uncles  more  fashionable 
than  the\  ve  been  smc,-  tin-  nineties. 


Older  men  at  the  club  often  deplore  that  their 
money  sooner  or  later  falls  into  the  hands  of  their 
innocent  widows.  I  don't  see  how  they  can  avoid  it 
unless  they  marry  women  eight  or  ten  yean  older. 


What  few  men  ever  suspect  or  admit:  that  per- 
haps forty  ish  women  get  the  same  sort  of  lift  from 
voung  men  that  fort \  ish  men  get  from  \  oung  women. 
(\\  hat.  from  those  half-baked  young  scamps?) 


When  your  son  and  daughter  give  vou  a  sharp 
tussle  at  the  bridge  table  the  first  time.  .  .  .  And  \our 
wile  says  something  scathing  about  somebody  she 
didn't  know  you  disliked.  .  .  .  And  you  sec  your  picture 
on  Junior's  dresser.  .  .  .  And  your  youngest  chokes 
up  with  compassion  and  pity  for  the  helpless.  .  .  . 
Then  you  know  you've  attained  something  y  ou  don't 
need  to  lock  in  a  safe-deposit  box,  and  you  decide  to 
invite  your  favorite  bachelor  to  dinner. 


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The  Child  Who  Stitters 

By  Br.  Herman  TV.  Bundvsvn 

President,  Chicago  Board  of  Health 


PARENTS  of  children  who  stutter  do 
not  ordinarily  think  of  these  children 
as  handicapped.  Yet  a  speech  diffi- 
culty may  alter  a  child's  life  more  than 
a  tragic  physical  disability. 

I  have  known  attractive,  brilliant 
youngsters  to  avoid  reciting  in  school  when 
they  knew  the  subject  well,  through  fear. 
Painful  experiences — being  imitated  or 
laughed  at  by  thoughtless  companions— 
often  make  an  indelible  imprint  on  the  per- 
sonality. 

Fortunately,  we  are  beginning  to  under- 
stand a  lot  about  stuttering  and  can  treat 
most  cases  successfully.  Better  yet,  we 
know  that  parents  who  are  alert  and  in- 
formed can  do  much  to  prevent  stuttering 
from  becoming  habitual,  and  to  correct  it 
once  it  has  gained  headway. 

Few  parents  who  come  to  me  for  advice 
know  exactly  when  the  difficulty  started. 
"  I  guess  Billy  has  always  had  some  trouble 
talking,  but  it  seems  to  be  getting  more 
noticeable  lately."  This  points  to  an  im- 
portant fact:  nearly  always,  stuttering  will 
get  worse  if  neglected.  The  longer  it  con- 
tinues unchecked,  the  harder  it  is  to  treat. 

While  many  parents  understand  that 
stuttering  shouldn't  be  ignored,  they  pro- 
ceed to  make  things  worse  by  nagging 
about  the  child's  difficulty.  This  makes 
the  youngster  conscious  of  his  handicap— 
which  is  largely  psychological— and  adds 
feelings  of  anxiety  and  guilt. 

We  need  to  know  more  about  the  causes 
of  stuttering.  A  few  children  stutter  be- 
cause they  are  what  doctors  call  "arhyth- 
mic"— lacking  the  precise  co-ordination  of 
brain  and  muscle  required  for  speech.  In 
the  majority  of  cases,  however,  the  cause  of 
stuttering  is  an  expression  of  some  under- 
lying emotional  conflict  in  the  child's  life. 
One  authority  expresses  it,  "There  seems  to 
be  a  greater  than  average  amount  of  tug  of 
war  in  the  histories  of  children  who  stutter." 

The  classic  case  is  that  of  the  child  who 
senses  a  lack  of  harmony  between  his 


mother  and  father.  The  child's  desire  tl 
please  both  parents  results  in  anxiety.  H;| 
impulse  to  speak  is  often  at  war  with  hiB 
fear  of  offending,  and  stuttering  may  reac| 
ily  appear  as  the  result. 

In  most  cases,  the  conflict  is  less  drsj 
matic.  Speech  difficulty  can  result  from 
simple  attempt  to  gain  attention  by  a  chil 
whose  parents  seem  indifferent  or  remote 
Such  a  child  may  discover  accidentall 
that  stumbling  over  words  makes  him  th 


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26 


Maki 


arriage 


Work 


By  CLIFFORD  H.  A  OA  MS 

Ph.  D.t  Pennsylvania  State  College 
Department  of  Psychology 


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Avoid  Married  Monotony 

THE  other  day  Henry  came  in  to  talk  to  me 
about  his  marriage.  Divorce  was  far  from  his 
mind,  but  he  was  seriously  perplexed.  Married 
only  five  years,  he  couldn't  point  to  any  tangible  rea- 
son why  his  marriage  had  lost  its  savor.  He  said  his 
wife  was  a  good  cook,  a  capable  housekeeper,  a  con- 
scientious churchgoer,  and  that  she  fulfilled  her  "du- 
ties and  obligations."  But,  somehow,  he  and  she  were 
not  so  close  as  he  had  hoped  they  would  be.  There  was 
no  indication  of  incompatibility,  yet  the  marriage  was 
joyless. 

At  his  suggestion  his  wife,  Ellen,  arranged  for  a 
conference.  And  when  she  described  her  husband,  he 
likewise  had  no  outstanding  defects.  She  thought 
their  marriage  satisfactory,  even  though  it  was  rather 
dull  and  uninspiring. 

Henry  and  Ellen  may  be  able  to  avoid  an  actual 
break.  Nevertheless,  their  marriage  is  just  one  of 
countless  thousands  that  settle  into  a  routine,  then 
gradually  stagnate.  The  husband  earns  a  living,  the 
wife  runs  a  house.  The  days  are  smooth  but  common- 
place. In  many  cases  like  Henry's  the  marriage  goes 
its  dull  way  without  interruption  or  crisis.  But  exam- 
ples in  our  files  show  that  in  such  a  situation  a  trian- 
gle often  develops — when  the  right  third  person 
comes  along.  And,  far  too  often,  such  a  person  does 
appear.  The  acquaintance  is  likely  to  be  casual  and  un- 
planned; romantic  attachment  develops  only  because 
the  marriage  offers  too  little  competition. 

Marriage  should  be  a  growing  process,  not  a  static 
entity.  Take  stock  of  your  marriage.  Has  it  stopped 
growing?  If  so,  do  your  best,  these  next  twelve  months, 
to  revive  the  enthusiasm,  the  awareness  of  each  other, 
and,  yes,  the  excitement  that  you  both  surely  felt  dur- 
ing the  early  stages  of  your  marriage. 

•  Be  more  courteous,  both  in  voice  and  in  word. 
Express  your  wishes  as  requests,  your  advice  as  sug- 
gestions, rather  than  issuing  orders  or  instructions. 

•  Surprise  your  husband  with  an  occasional  token 
of  affection,  whether  it  be  an  unexpected  kiss,  or  a 
little  gift  from  the  ten-cent  store  or  newsstand. 

•  Respect  his  privacy.  Don't  disturb  his  personal 
belongings,  open  his  wallet  or  read  his  mail  without 
his  express  approval.  Don't  read  over  his  shoulder 
without  invitation. 

•  Introduce  fresh  interests  to  the  family  circle.  A 
new  card  game,  a  plant  or  a  shrub,  a  household  jour- 
nal or  snapshot  album — any  continuing  new  activity 
which  appeals  to  you  both  will  add  zest  to  your  com- 
panionship. 

•  Take  an  interest  in  his  appearance.  Keeping  his 
clothes  in  order  is  your  job;  encouraging  him  to  look 
his  best,  and  admiring  him  when  he  does,  should  be 
your  pleasure. 

•  Take  an  interest  in  your  appearance.  You  "dress 
up"  to  go  out;  why  not  make  the  most  of  your  looks 
when  you  tw    stay  at  home? 

•  Build  him  up.  Undoubtedly  you  admired  his  skills 
and  achieve.nents  before  marriage.  Let  him  know  that 
you  still  do. 

•  Show  your  appreciation.  If  a  neighbor  repaired  a 
torn  screen  for  you,  you  would  thank  him.  Why  not 
show  your  husband  the  same  courtesy? 


These  are  all  little  things,  but  much  of  the  joy  of 
living  depends  on  our  capacity  to  take  pleasure  in 
small  things.  And  indifference  between  husband  and 
wife  can  be  almost  as  dangerous  as  hostility. 

None  of  these  suggestions  involves  much  more  than 
the  kind  of  courtesy  you  would  instinctively  offer  a 
stranger.  Good  manners  can  keep  molehills  from  be- 
coming mountains.  But  too  many  wives — and  hus- 
bands— are  at  their  worst  with  the  very  people  who 
matter  most  to  them,  their  own  families.  A  woman 
may  coax  the  plumber  instead  of  scolding  him,  con- 
ceal her  fatigue  from  a  caller,  and  control  her  an- 
noyance at  a  committee  meeting — then  "let  go"  at 
home,  bossing  the  children,  nagging  and  complaining 
to  her  husband.  Mos  families  would  be  happier  if 
courtesy,  like  charity,  began  at  home. 

You  and  Your  Husband's  Job 

OUR  researcn  has  disclosed  that  a  sizable  pro- 
portion of  wives  (23  per  cent)  have  some  definite 
grievance  about  their  husbands'  jobs  or  the  relation- 
ship of  the  husband  to  his  job.  Most  prominent  com- 
plaint is  that  the  husband  lacks  ambition  or  isn't 
taking  full  advantage  of  his  opportunities. 

It  is  perfectly  natural  for  a  woman  to  be  concerned 
about  her  husband's  job.  A  wife's  desire  for  security  is 
fundamental,  and  her  husband's  present  income  and 


Ask  Yourself:  Is  Your  Life  Satisfying? 

Health  and  temperament,  job,  friends  and  marriage 
all  play  a  part  in  a  full  life.  These  questions  will  help 
you  assess  your  achievement  this  past  year.  Omit  the 
last  five  questions  if  you  are  single. 

1.  Are  you  usually  happy  and  contented? 

2.  Does  the  future  have  real  purpose  (meaning) 
for  you? 

3.  Is  your  life  free  from  any  serious  frustration  ? 

4.  Do  you  look  forward  to  each  new  day? 

5.  Are  you  in  good  physical  health? 

1.  Do  you  plan  ahead  for  greater  work  effi- 
ciency? 

2.  Are  you  more  skilled  at  your  job  than  last 

year? 

.3.  Do  you  find  increasing  pleasure  in  your  work? 

t.  Are  you  proud  of  your  job? 

5.  Dt>es  its  income  cover  your  essential  needs? 

1.  Are  your  social  activities  satisfying  and  re- 
warding? 

2.  Do  you  have  more  friends  today  than  a  year 
ago? 

3.  Have  you  improved  at  least  one  social  skill? 
t.  Do  you  have  someone  in  whom  to  confide? 
5.  Is  your  program  of  recreation  balanced  and 

complete? 

1.  Do  you  and  your  husband  love  each  other? 

2.  Are  you  two  free  from  financial  strains? 

3.  lias  your  husband  been  a  good  companion? 
1.  Do  you  and  he  talk  things  over  freely? 

5.  Is  your  marriage  free  from  any  serious  dis- 

appoin  i  men  t  ? 

Ideally  all  questions  should  he  answered  "Yes."  t 
store  of  less  than  /  in  any  group  suggests  a  real  handicap 
in  that  area.  Your  ".Yo"  answers  can  show  you  where  to 
seek  improvement  in  I9~>0. 


luture  prospects  are  factors  in  that  security.  More- 
over, if  the  husband  achieves  job  advancement  and 
increasing  pay  as  the  years  pass,  a  wife  feels  more  so- 
cially approved.  Not  his  future  alone,  )ut  theirs,  de- 
pends in  large  part  on  his  progress  in  his  work. 

But  her  concern  should  not  express  itself  merely  in 
prodding  him.  She  must  assume  the  responsibility  of 
helping  him  to  succeed  in  every  way  she  can,  both 
direct  and  indirect. 

First  of  all  she  must  understand  and,  so  far  as  possi- 
ble, share  his  job  aims.  Otherwise  conflict  i:.  likely.  A 
husband  wants  work  he  finds  interesting  in  itself; 
steady  employment  and  security  of  tenure;  a  super- 
visor who  is  pleasant,  capable  and  fair;  adequate  pay 
for  his  work,  pleasant  working  conditions,  physical 
safety  and  some  chance  for  promotion. 

But,  whereas  the  amount  of  his  pay  is  third  or  fourth 
in  importance  to  a  husband,  it  is  often  first  to  his  wife. 
To  satisfy  her,  he  may  take  a  better-paying  job  which 
he  doesn't  like.  This  solution  is  seldom  permanently 
satisfactory  to  either. 

Before  concluding  that  your  husbanu  lacks  ambi- 
tion and  enterprise,  make  sure  your  complaint  is  valid. 
Unless  he  has  a  history  of  frequent  job  changes,  of 
unemployment  due  to  his  own  negligence  or  indiffer- 
ence, and  of  having  lagged  far  behind  the  friends  he 
had  when  you  married,  then  the  trouble  may  not  be 
his  lack  of  ambition,  but  your  excess  of  it.  On  the 
other  hand,  if  these  things  have  happened,  and  have 
been  accompanied,  as  they  often  are,  by  excessive 
drinking  and  other  vices,  then  the  final  recourse  may 
have  to  be  a  psychiatrist. 

Whether  or  not  you  are  satisfied  with  your  hus- 
band's progress,  check  to  see  if  you  are  doing  all  you 
can  to  help  him  get  ahead. 

*  Do  you  make  it  easy  and  pleasant  for  him  to  get  to 
work  on  time?  Do  you  see  that  his  breakfast  is  pre- 
pared (and  if  possible  shared  with  you)  on  time?  Do 
you  keep  his  work  clothes  in  order  and  available?  Do 
you  see  that  any  equipment  or  tools  are  at  hand  when 
he  needs  them? 

*  Do  you  protect  his  health,  by  seeing  that  he  gets 
plenty  of  rest,  and  recreation  of  his  choosing? 

*  Do  you  co-operate  when  he  has  homework,  by 
keeping  the  children  quiet,  declining  social  engage- 
ments, and  avoiding  unnecessary  demands  yourself? 

*  Do  you  show  an  interest  in  his  work — not  just  the 
pay  check,  but  his  daily  routine,  his  problems  and  his 
achievements? 

*  Do  you  praise  his  accomplishments  and  minimize 
his  failures? 

*  Do  you  do  your  share  in  handling  the  income 
wisely?  If  it's  hard  to  make  ends  meet,  the  trouble 
may  be  overspending,  rather  than  underearning. 

*  And  last  but  not  least,  does  he  like  his  work?  A 
job  which  is  a  challenge  to  one  man  is  a  chore  to  an- 
other. Perhaps  your  husband  is  in  the  wrong  field.  If 
you  both  believe  this  is  the  case,  and  he  can  find  an 
opportunity  to  make  a  change,  encourage  him  to  do 
so,  even  if  it  means  a  temporary  financial  sacrifice. 
Other  things  being  anywhere  nearly  equal,  he's  almost 
sure  to  earn  more  in  the  long  run  at  a  job  he  likes. 

Do  You  \<_'r<-«-? 

A  yt'tir  an<>  my  wife  obtained  a  Rentt  divorce.  My 
attorney  thinks  it  can  be  nullified.  Slumld  I  in- 
stitute action? 

No.  I  lad  von  really  eared  for  your  wife,  you  wouldn't 
have  delayed  action  until  this  late  date.  Sine*  neither 
children  nor  religion  is  a  factor,  your  only  motive 
seems  to  he  a  desire  to  punish  your  wife  for  her  recent 
interest  in  another  man. 


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Foundation   and   powder— blended  together! 


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I's  new  all-in-one  make-up  gives  such  a  smooth 
"  says  the  Countess  Jean  de  Caraman.  "I  espe- 
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Stays  on — much  longer  than  powder!  There's 
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"Angel  Face  gives  a  smooth,  mat  finish  that  stays 
on  beautifully!"  says  Mrs.  Ernest  du  Pont,  Jr. 


Can't  spill  over  your  handbag  or  clothes!  Says 
Mrs.  George  Whitney,  Jr.,  "I  always  tuck  an  Angel 
Face  in  my  handbag,  so  I  can  give  myself  a  new 
make-up  at  a  moment's  notice — anywhere !"  Besides 
new  "Blushing  Angel,"  5  other  exquisite  shades. 
Angel  Face  complete  with  puff — 89^,  plus  tax. 


28 


THE  SI  B-DEB     •     EDITED  BY  MAI  BEE\  DALY 


1.  "/  dated  a  girl  for  six  months  and  then  ice 
broke  up.  Hoic  can  I  set  my  class  ring  back?" 

According  to  the  rules,  a  girl  should  give  a  class 
ring  back  the  very  night  she  and  her  ex-chum  de- 
cide to  call  it  quits  on  going  steady.  But  maybe 
you  broke  things  up  the  hard  way  hard  for  the  girl, 
that  is! i.  simply  by  not  calling,  not  making  dates 
and  not  acting  like  the  ever-lovin'  boy  you  once  were. 
In  that  case,  a  phone  call — just  as  friendly  as  you  can 
make  it — to  ask  if  you  can  stop  over  to  say  "hello" 
and  pick  up  your  ring  should  do  it.  Or.  if  you're  not  too 
smooth  on  the  telephone  chatter,  drop  the  girl  a  pleas- 
ant note  with  an  "it's  been  nice  knowing  you  but . . ." 
theme,  and  ask  her  to  return  the  ring  by  mail.  Most 
girls  will  get  that  piece  of  jewelry  back  before  you  can 
say  "United  States  Post  Office." 

2.  "Is  it  true  that  boys  like  only  girls  tcith  good 
personalities?" 

Yes.  it's  true,  but  before  you  start  singing  the  blues 
about  your  own  personality  rating,  let's  face  facts.  A 
quick  look  at  the  dictionary  will  tell  you  that  "person- 
ality" means  "quality  or  state  of  being  a  person"  and 
"good"  means  "sufficient  or  satisfactory  for  its  pur- 
pose," Rearrange  those  words,  add  a  little  common 
sense  and  you  come  up  with  this  answer:  If  you  are 
warmhearted  and  friendly,  boys  will  like  you  whether 
your  personality  is  quiet,  gay.  temperamental  or  any 
other  variety.  In  high  school  a  "good  personality " 
means  being  easy  to  get  to  know,  friendly  and  fun  to  be 
with— and  with  all  that,  why  shouldn't  boys  like  you? 

3.  "My  parents  say  I  have  to  be  in  at  ten  o'clock 
every  iceek  nisht  and  ticelve  o'clock  on  week  ends. 
fT  hat  can  I  do  about  it?" 

Try  passing  on  to  them  the  information  that  teen- 
agers, in  a  coast-to-coast  checkup,  report  that  the 
average  deadline  is  10:30  on  week  nights  for  club 
meetings,  church  groups  and  an  occasional  movie  > .  12 
o'clock  to  12:30  for  week-end  dates,  with  "whatever 
time  the  dance  ends  plus  45  minutes  for  a  bite  to  eat " 
as  the  deadline  on  special  big  evenings.  If  other  par- 
ents say  "okay."  your  parents  may  say  the  same! 

4.  "Should  a  sirl  so  hal/icay  in  chasins  a  boy  if 
she  knoics  he  likes  her?" 

Probably  the  best  way  to  catch  up  with  a  boy  is  to 
start  off  at  a  slow  walk — "just  happening"  to  turn  up 
round  the  drugstore  or  basketball  game  when  he  is 
there,  "just  happening"  to  remember  a  new  joke  when 
you  meet  him  in  the  halls,  and  "just  happening"  to  be 
more  friendly  to  him  than  to  other  boys.  An  invitation 
to  a  turnabout  party,  a  bid  for  a  Sub-Deb  dance,  ar- 
rangements to  join  another  couple  at  your  house 
some  evening  are  good  "halfway"  tactics.  But  no 
phone  calls  "just  to  talk."  no  writing  love-lorn  notes  in 
history  class  and  no  hanging  around  the  drugstore  if  he 
happens  to  work  there.  If  a  boy  likes  you.  the  best 
way  to  get  him  is  just  to  be  "available"  and  let  him 
do  the  rest- 
s' "My  girl friend  is  so  much  prettier  than  I  am 
that  all  the  boys  pay  much  more  attention  to  her 
than  to  me.  Should  I  drop  her?" 

No.  You  can't  spend  your  life  running  from  pretty 
girls — so  why  not  start  now  learning  how  to  face  the 
competition?  Presumably,  if  Miss  Prettypuss  has 
chosen  you  as  a  friend,  there  is  something  very  nice 


about  you.  something  that  may  make  boys  also  want 
you  as  a  friend.  Don't  spend  all  your  time  with  Miss 
P.,  however,  but  when  you  are  together  (and  with 
boys  act  as  a  pair,  never  as  rivals.  For  instance,  get 
into  the  habit  of  saying  such  things  as  "The  funniest 
thing  happened  to  Molly  and  me  yesterday":  or 
"Molly  and  I  are  going  home  .  .  .  want  to  walk?" 
Chances  are  the  boys  will  begin  to  think  of  you  as  they 
think  of  Molly — even  if  she  is  still  prettier. 

B.  "/ passed  my  sixteenth  birthday  recently  and 
my  parents  have  noic  agreed  to  let  me  do  baby- 
sitting. Hoic  much  should  I  charge?" 

Baby-sitting  rates  vary  in  different  parts  of  the 
country  and  in  different  communities,  but  here  are 
rates  which  many  baby  sitters  and  their  clients  have 
found  acceptable:  35  cents  an  hour  up  to  midnight, 
with  50  cents  an  hour  for  every  hour  past  twelve  o'clock, 
plus  an  extra  50  cents  if  the  baby  must  be  bathed,  fed 
and  put  to  bed  by  the  sitter.  Some  sitters  agree  to  a 
straight  35  cents  an  hour  under  all  working  conditions 
if  they  are  allowed  to  have  a  girl  friend  in.  the  use  of 
the  television  set  or  "light  icebox  privileges." 

7.  "Tf  hat  can  a  girl  do  ichen  she's  on  a  date  and 
she  and  her  boy  friend  both  seem  to  run  out  of 
con  versa  t  ion  ? ' ' 

In  the  first  place,  running  out  of  conversation  doesn't 
mean  that  a  boy  |  or  girl  •  isn't  having  fun.  .Allow  time 
for  "friendly  silence."  but  if  you  feel  loo  many  of 
your  dates  are  on  the  silent  side,  take  precautions  be- 
forehand. Here's  some  advice  that's  old  but  still 
good — and  the  only  way  to  stock  up  on  con%'ersation 
titbits  ahead  of  time.  Before  the  date,  take  five  min- 
utes to  decide  on  five  definite  subjects  you  can  talk 
about  during  the  evening.  Think  about  what  movie 
you  have  seen  recently,  some  bit  of  talk  about  school, 
some  book  you've  read,  or  an  item  about  a  sport  you 
both  enjoy.  Make  the  subjects  definite  in  tout  own 
mind  and  you'll  find  them  on  the  tip  of  your  tongue 
when  you  need  them ! 

8.  "Is  there  any  icay  a  girl  can  knoic  ichen  she  is 
really  in  love?" 

Yes.  Her  eyes  will  sparkle  and  the  stars  will  shine 
brighter:  there  will  be  orchids  for  breakfast  and  a  new 
moon  in  the  sky  and  music  in  the  air.  At  least  that's 
what  it  says  in  the  storybooks!  But  in  real  life,  par- 
ticularly with  a  high-school  gal.  here's  a  better  "is  this 
love?"  check  list:  The  girl  will  probably  scribble  his 
name  on  notebooks  and  cut  his  picture  out  of  the  year- 
book for  her  wallet.  She  will  want  to  date  him  on  Sun- 
days, hold  Friday  nights  for  Its  dates,  dream  about 
him  on  weekdays — and  would  even  turn  down  a  date 
with  Montgomery  Clift.  if  he  asked.  And  if  she  feels 
the  same  way  six  months  later — well,  maybe  it's  love! 


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|1  K  figure  was  really  no 
'I  J  figure  at  all.  Straight 
and-down  boned  corset  made 
pen  look  bulgy.  Clothes  com- 
!ed  potato-sack  effect. 


1926 


figure  symbolized 
the  "tubular  twen- 
ties" with  its  straight,  uncor- 
seted  figure.  Boyish  lines  were 
unflattering  to  many  women. 


1931 


saw  a  changing  fig- 
ure. Rigidly  girdled, 
bias-skirted  fashions  were  more 
feminine,  but  not  exciting  by 
today's  standards. 


1 feature£i tne  pa{i- 

'ft/  ded-hip,  full-skirted 
fashions  and  the  famous  "New 
Look,"  which  is  as  dead  today 
as  last  week's  corsage. 


PLAYTEX  PRESENTS  THE  "FIGURE  OF  IDE 

A  slim,  supple,  vital  figure  that  only  Playtex  gives  with  such  freedom 


Radical  changes  in  feminine  fashions  within  the 
average  American  adult's  memory  have  been  changes 
in  foundations  even  more  than  in  fashions. 

And  the  girdle  that  has  helped  bring  about  the 
most  recent  revolution  in  silhouette  is  the  sensa- 
tional playtex  Girdle.  Made  of  tree-grown  latex, 
playtex  combines  amazing  figure-slimming  power 


with  complete  comfort  and  freedom  of  action. 

Without  a  single  seam,  stitch  or  bone,  playtex 
fits  invisibly  under  the  newest,  narrowest  fashions. 
Its  all-way  action-stretch  smooths  the  line  from 
waist  to  hips  to  thighs,  as  no  other  girdle  ever  has. 

For  your  fashions  of  the  1950's — have  the  figure 
of  the  1950's — a  slim,  young  playtex  figure. 


JACQUES  FATH, 


world-renowned  designer  of  fashions,  ex- 
presses the  "Fashion  of  the  1950V  in 
this  dress  designed  exclusively  for  the 
American  collection  of  Joseph  Halpert. 
It  is  figure-fitting,  willowy-slim  with 
shorter  skirts  demanding  trimmer  hips 
—  so  easy  to  have  with  the  Invisible 
playtex  Girdle. 

GIRDLE  OF  THE  1950's  is  PLAYTEX — 
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PLAYTEX  GIVES  YOU  THE  YOUNG  LINES,  THE  SLI  M  N  ESS- WITH- FREEDOM  ,  SO  IMPORTANT  TO  YOUR  1950  FIGURE 


HEARD  ABOUT  PINK-ICE? 

It's  the  newest  of  the  playtex  Girdles — 
shimmering  smooth,  extra  cool,  light  as  a 
snowflake,  fresh  as  a  daisy,  actually 
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INTERNATIONAL  LATEX  CORPORATION 

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LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


January,  195 


Jhmperyour  c/an  wttk  this  gay  dessert j) lan  \ 

(SO  EASY  WITH  THESE  Q  SURPRISE  PACKAGES) 


EASY  AS  A  WISH  — 
THIS  "QUICK  FUDGE"  DISH! 

Have  homemade  fudge  in  4 
minutes  without  heating  .  .  J 
just  add  water  and  butter  t< 
"Junket"  Quick  Fudge 
Mix!  Only  this  mix  is 
pre-cooked  to  give  you  sucti 
creamy  candy— a/K/chocolat| 
or  penuche  flavors!  Shape 
some  in  balls  and  sticks  .  .  J 
"layer"  flavors  together! 
For  frostings  and  sauces,  tod 


RENNET  DESSERT  TAILORED  TO  TASTE! 

Add  orange  slices  to  creamy  orange  rennet  dessert  for 
a  slick  and  quick  milk  dessert!  Easier  than  milk  for 
youngsters  to  digest!  6  "Junket"  Rennet  Powder 
flavors— or  unflavored  "Junket"  Rennet  Tablets. 


Old  fashioned  flavor  that's  "everyday"  easy!  Just  add 
milk  and  cream  to  "Junket"  Freezing  Mix  ...  no 
stirring  while  it  freezes!  Makes  wonderful  frozen  desserts 
with  evaporated  milk,  too!  4  delicious  flavors. 


No  other  pudding  like  it — no 
this  currant-raspberry  combin; 
boil  "Junket"  Danism  Dissi 
water,  chill  and  serve  with  cream 


flavor  so  sparkling  as 
ition!  And  easy — just 
rt  one  minute  with 
, . .  m-m-m,  marvelous ! 


"Junket"  is  the  trade-mark  of  Chr.  Hansen's  Laboratory,  Inc.  for  Its  rennet  and  other  food  prodi 


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for  dessert  variety  serve 


BRAND  FOODS 


all  different! 
all  easy,  quick! 

all  del i cioas! 


HOIKS'  IIOMF.  J()l  H\  \l 


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The  snow  fans  out  wide  around  the  barn, 
while  all  inside  are  snug  amid  the  drifts. 


Diary  of  Domesticity 


ttff  GM.ABYS  TA  It  lilt 


TAKING  in  the  early  morning,  I  hear 
1/  the  snowplows  driving  down  the  road. 

■  It  is  a  comforting  sound;  we  are 

■  not  alone  in  all  this  world  of  ice  and 
w,  we  are  a  community.  I  get  up  and 
■c  out  the  front  window  to  watch  the 
at  fans  of  pure  heavy  snow  as  the  plow 
ns  in  front  of  Stillmeadow  and  moves 
k.  Beyond  us  the  road  climbs  the  hill 
1  is  not  really  a  road  at  all ;  we  mark  the 
I  of  the  plowing. 

The  countrymen  on  the  plows  are  always 
:erful.  If  the  snow  is  very  bad,  they 
gh  about  it.  George  comes  from  the 
n  with  the  milk  pails  and  I  hear  them 
dng  about  how  many  inches  we  have 
v.  It  is  a  matter  of  pride  that  we  have 
much  weather  around  these  New 
gland  hills.  # 
The  spaniels  dash  out  barking  madly, 
netimes  they  disappear  to  the  ears  in 

■  drifts,  like  swimmers  in  a  white  sea. 
ney's  golden  ears  lie  flat  on  the  surface 
she  lumbers  along,  the  little  ones  skip 
the  top.  Young  Flyer  and  Sue  can't 
lly  understand  winter  yet,  for  they  are 
nmer's  children.  What  an  adventure  this 
ite  stuff  is,  you  can  nip  it  up  and  it 
Its  on  the  warm  eager  tongue!  And  it 
lgs  to  one's  paws,  says  Sue,  and  then 
nishes  when  one  gets  by  the  fire. 

This  is  the  month  of  bills.  December  is  a 
:nding  month,  and  comes  January  first, 
realize  it.  Those  happy  people  who 
dget  can  meet  January  with  a  composed 
ile,  I  dare  say,  but  I  am  always  sur- 
Jsed.  I  never  really  have  understood 
»ney.  I  tried  to  understand  devaluation.  I 
ced  Ed  Shenton  to  explain  it  to  me,  be- 
jse  he  is  so  intelligent  and  understands 
i  limitations  very  well.  And  afterward  I 
it  kept  on  wondering  how  a  dollar  could 
at  once  not  be  a  dollar  after  all. 
Now  this  is  what  I  decided  about  money: 
oney  is  terribly  important,  and  not  im- 
rtant  at  all!  For  money  will  buy  the 
oes,  but  money  will  never  move  the  foot 


forward  in  the  shoe.  The  most  luxurious 
gift  that  can  be  given  has  nothing  at  all  to 
do  with  money,  but  with  the  heart.  Fortu- 
nately the  heart  may  always  be  rich,  no 
matter  how  thin  the  purse. 

Every  winter  we  plan  on  a  trip  south  or 
west  or  somewhere,  and  every  winter  finds 
us  shoveling  snow  and  stoking  the  furnace 
just  the  same.  It  is  so  easy  in  summer  to 
say,  "This  year  we  will  go  away  for  a 
change  in  the  middle  of  winter."  And  then 
we  begin  to  think  how  Maeve  will  feel,  for 
an  Irish  setter  does  not  like  to  be  left.  This 
year  I  did  have  to  go  to  the  Middle  West 
for  three  days.  I  felt  reasonably  cheerful 
until  I  got  on  the  train.  There  was  a  snub- 
nosed  little  Boston  bull  saying  good-by  to 
his  master  as  I  took  off  my  coat.  I  immedi- 
ately got  homesick  and  approached  the  two 
hopefully.  I  was  going  to  offer  to  puppy-sit 
while  he  had  dinner.  But  the  Boston  was 
staying  behind.  I  leaned  out  and  watched 
the  small  thing  trot  away  with  his  mistress, 
and  how  empty  that  full  train  seemed  with 
not  a  paw  left  on  it.  Nothing  but  people. 

The  mysteries  of  a  roomette  astound  me. 
I  spent  three  nights  supposedly  sleeping  in 
roomettes.  Well,  for  one  thing,  no  two  are 
alike.  All  the  buttons  are  in  different  places. 
You  steeplechase  the  light  switches.  First 
you  get  the  fan  humming,  then  the  next 
one  brings  the  porter  unexpectedly.  The 
lights  go  on  and  then  you  find  you  haven't 
locked  the  bed  in  place  and  it  threatens  to 
fold  you  up. 

Eventually  you  get  everything  off  except 
the  lurid  blue  night  light,  and  the  switch 
for  that  you  never  find  at  all.  And  then  you 
get  thirsty.  Dreadfully  thirsty.  You  think 
of  deserts  and  cool  springs.  The  train  is  hot 
and  you  find  you've  turned  the  heat  on  in- 
stead of  turning  it  off.  The  fan  makes  a 
terrible  noise,  but  just  beats  the  air  up  like 
an  egg  beater.  A  tall  cold  glass  frosted  with 
cry  stals,  or  a  beaker  of  buttermilk  from  a  cool 
springhouse— oh,  just  a  drink  of  anything! 
(Continued  on  Page  12S) 


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A  Product  of  Gonoral  Foods 


Fifty  Years  Ago 
In 

The  Journal 


THE  Liberty  Bell  tolled,  cannon 
were  fired,  everywhere  people 
shivered  in  the  near-zero,  frosty- 
clear  weather,  welcomed  the  twen- 
tieth century  with  "hope,  prayer 
and  merriment."  In  this  month  of 
January,  1900,  schools  in  Scran- 
ton,  Pennsylvania,  were  closed  be- 
cause of  an  epidemic  of  diphtheria, 
Hawaii  had  the  bubonic  plague, 
the  British  were  overwhelming  the 
Boers,  and  John  Buskin  died. 

In  the  January,  1900,  Journal,  Ed- 
itor Bok  reports  that  the  health  of 
50,000  U.  S.  school  children  was  be- 
ing "shattered"  yearly  by  too  much 
studying,  found  thousands  of  other 
children  "permanently  crippled"'  by 
"our  cramming  system  of  educa- 
tion." 

Social  visits:  "Husbands  and  wives 
rarely  call  together  in  America;  in- 
deed, husbands  rarely  call  at  all." 

How  to  Train  a  Green  Cook: 
"Hours  which  extend  from  5  A.  M. 
until  11  P.  M.  are  discouraging  to  a 
cook.  ...  If  the  butter  and  cream 
are  kept  in  the  cellar,  tell  her  that 
one  trip  will  be  sufficient  if  she  car- 
ries a  tray." 

Baby  care:  "Veils  are  used  for  young 
babies  as  protection  for  their  faces. 
As  soon  as  the  baby  is  able  to  see 
through  the  veil,  it  should  be  left  off 
or  his  eyes  may  be  injured." 

Good  Form  on  All  Occasions:  "Rise 
to  leave  when  you  are  the  speaker — 
not  when  the  conversation  has 
languished,  lest  you  appear  to  go 
because  you  are  bored. " 

Advises  cooking  expert  Mrs.  Rorer: 
"The  outside  covering  of  fruits  and 
vegetables  is  indigestible.  In  eating 
prunes,  simply  reject  the  skin  as  you 
would  with  a  grape.  T.  '.  My  mission 
is  to  uplift  the  housekeeper  and  to 
assist  her  in  keeping  sickness  away 
from  her  home.  Two  thirds  of  the 
diseases  of  the  present  day  can  be 
traced  to  the  home  table." 

High  fashion :  "The  new  Directoire 
coat  is  made  of  white  corded  silk  with 
revers  of  heavy  cream  satin,  lined  in 
pale  pink  satin  covered  with  heavy 
white  liwe." 


LEARN  TO  BE  A  QUEEN?  AN  INTIMATE  ACCOUNT  OF  GROW- 
PALACE  WALLS  ...  BY  PRINCESS  ELIZABETH'S  GOVERNESS 


MARION  CKAWi  11  wasn't  until  some  time  after  the 
Goulds  returned  from  their  second 
flying  visit  to  England  last  fall  that  the 
editors  here  first  had  an  inkling  of  the 
story  of  The  Little  Princesses,  which 
starts  in  this  issue.  That's  how  far  be- 
hind the  scenes,  and  in  what  secrecy, 
this  great  Journal  scoop  was  accom- 
plished; the  story  of  which,  as  Mr. 
Gould  unfolded  it  to  the  staff,  was  as 
fascinating  in  its  way  as  Marion 
Crawford's  extraordinarily  vivid  and 
intimate  picture  of  the  British  royal 
family. 


HAD  always  wanted  to  teach, 
though  not  in  the  usual  way, 
had  certainly  never  intended  to 
|me  a  governess. 

|was  born  June  5,  1909,  in  the 
house  where  my  mother,  and 
ither  before  her,  had  been  born — 
Iside  Cottage,  near  Kilmarnock, 
/rshire.  After  my  father's  death, 
I  was  two,  my  mother  remarried 
/e  came  to  live  in  Dunfermline, 
)tland. 

lied  at  the  Moray  Training 

|;e,  in  Edinburgh,  and  my  training 

of  the  city.  Here  I  saw  a  great 

|th  children  who  were  not  very 

I  was  at  that  time  very 

Tiuriaji  miner  comes  to  town  he 
has  so  many  things  to  do  with  various 
writing  commitments,  and  the  overhead 
cost  of  his  trip  is  so  great,  he  figures  it 
costs  him  money  even  to  read  a  magazine. 
According  to  his  calculations,  one  ar- 
ticle took  lime  worth  $8.50.  So  now  he 
saves  his  reading  for  the  train  trip  home. 

Journal  staff  members  have  made  use 
of  many  types  of  transportation  in  get- 
ting their  stories,  but  when  Lois  With- 
er spoon  arrived  recently  in  Corinth, 
Mississippi,  on  this  month's  Profile  of 
Youth,  with  four  miles  still  to  go  to 
Maxine  Wallace's  home,  and  the 
roads  so  deep  in  mud  that  cars  couldn't 
get  through,  it  marked  the  first  time 
any  of  us  had  to  resort  to  a  tractor. 

ISA  LABSSN— B0OP8 


Crawfic 
car)  an 


Journal  reporter  travels  by  tractor. 


It  began  back  in  the  fall  of  1942,  when 
the  Goulds  made  a  wartime  flight  to  Eng- 
land and  lunched  with  Queen  Elizabeth 
and  Princess  Elizabeth  as  guests  of 
Lady  Astor. 

|  Sitting  next  to  the  sixteen-year-old 
Princess,  Mrs.  G.  was  struck  with  the 
fresh  charm  and  naturalness  which 
made  this  heiress  to  the  throne  so  much 
like  anyone's  delightful  daughter— her 
own,  or  yours,  or  any  of  ours.  And  it  oc- 
curred to  the  Goulds,  as  they  chatted 
with  this  enchanting  child  and  her 
queenly  mother,  that  the  bringing-up 
and  training  which  prepared  a  girl  to 
rule  a  great  nation  would  make  a  story 
both  irresistible  and  important— espe- 
cially important  at  a  time  like  now, 
when  it  can  mean  so  much  that  people 
of  all  kinds  and  classes  should  see  with 
clarity  and  comprehension  what  goes  on 
inside  one  another's  lives. 

As  the  Princesses  grew,  these 
thoughts  grew  with  the  Goulds,  and 
when  the)  were  finally  able  to  obtain 
an  official  opportunit)  to  prepare  the 
story,  the)  flew  to  England,  eventually 
discovering  there  the  one  perfect  per- 
son in  the  «oil«l  to  write  it.  The  dis- 
cerning account,  the  personal  and 
privileged  glimpses,  which  <  ►  ■  •  I  >  I  Iraw- 
fie  could  give,  create,  you  "ill  see, 
iust  the  human  understanding  of 
people  ■■■  high  places  the  world  now 
needs — filled  with  all  i be  romance 
and  reality  of  life, 

Hugh  Kahler,  our  youngest-in-spiril 
editor,  came  around  the  other  day  with 
a  book  in  his  hand.  "You're  too  young 
to  know  about  this,"  he  said,  which  got 
us,  right  off.  He  painted  to  this  para- 
graph on  page  241:  "The  first  public 
campaign  to  check  the  mounting  death- 
toll  of  cancer  was  launched  in  the 
United  States  by  Tom  Cullen  of  Balti- 
more. The  year  was  1913.  The  place 
was  The  Ladies'  Home  Journal."  It's  in 
Judith  Robinson's  biography  of  a 
great  doctor.  Tom  Cullen  of  Baltimore. 


A  New  Mexico  man,  who  is  115  years 
old.  and  had  just  completed  a  67-mile 
walk,  gave  his  secret  of  long  life:  "I 
never  got  married."  ...  Of  the  people 
who  go  swimming  each  year,  only  7  per 
cent  can  really  swim  (at  least  100 
yards ) .  Another  40  per  cent  can  swim  a 
little  (30  yards)  and  the  other  53  per 
cent  cannot  swim  at  all.  .  .  .  More  than 
one  out  of  every  two  Americans  today 
are  church  members— but  average 
church  attendance  (except  for  Easter) 
is  only  30  per  cent  of  the  members. 

To  show  you  how  theJOURNALis  made 
up  of  little  things  as  well  as  large :  For 
dessert  in  a  diner  out  in  McCredie, 

Missouri,  lust  summer.  John  Morris 
chose  the  banana  cake  made  hv  Mrs 

Barnes,  the  proprietor;  liked  it  s<> 

much  be  asked  her  for  the  recipe, 
which  he  fiu\  e  on  his  return  I  <>  1 1  mil  In 
ShouGF,  who  tried  it  out  in  tin*  Work- 
shop kitchen.  They  found  it  so  tastj 
they  mailed  Mrs.  Karnes  a  check,  then 
sent  tin'  recipe  to  Mrs.  Hoicontbsi  of 
i  he  <  fatober  America  1  <ivea,  dow  ■■ 
in  South  Carolina,  lor  her  to  try,  ami 

puhlished  it  in  thai  issue.  Now  she's 

written  Louella  in  great  excitement. 
Mrs.  B.'s  banana  cake  got  a  blue  ribbon 
at  the  Spartanburg  count)  lair. 

Sarah  Churchill  was  so  delighted  with 
the  dress  we  provided  for  the  photo- 
graph WiUveUt  Cushtnan  had  taken  of 
Il  lusion  Churchill's  actress  daughter 


A  Journal  dress  for  a  Churchill  bride. 

in  the  November  Journal,  that  Mrs.  C. 
made  her  a  present  of  it;  and  so  de- 
lighted with  it  later  that  she  wore  it  at 
her  wedding,  as  you  may  have  noticed 
in  the  newspaper  pictures. 


LADIES'  HOME  JOI  R  N  \l 


AVbnder-quick...  and  oh,  so  we 


Just  bring  Is 

required.  S 
fluffy,  delic 

What  a  I 
Minute  Bra 
and  you'll  a 
at  a  momei 


™  15  MINUTES'- 
-TURKEV  Hff.--  turkey  left 

_  *m*t  to  do  about^ 


★  NO  washing! 

★  NO  rinsing! 

★  NO  draining! 

★  NO  STEAMING! 

★  PERFECT  RICE 

EVERY  TIME! 


ApricotR 

1  No.  2V: 
apricot  s 


ated  le 


simmer 
minute: 
Serve  p 
taste  f 
flavor 


COLD 


Sausage 

to-the-r; 
Shape  sj 
sausage; 
ing  in  !> 
minute 


HOW  DOES  ONE  LEARN  TO  BE  A  QUEEN?  AN  INTIMATE  ACCOUNT  OF  GROW- 
ING UP  WITHIN  PALACE  WALLS  ...  BY  PRINCESS  ELIZABETH'S  GOVERNESS 

MARION  CRAWFORD 


COMBINE 


0/  HAD  always  wanted  to  teach, 
(j  y    though  not  in  the  usual  way, 
and  I  had  certainly  never  intended  to 
become  a  governess. 

I  was  born  June  5,  1909,  in  the 
same  house  where  my  mother,  and 
her  father  before  her,  had  been  born — 
Woodside  Cottage,  near  Kilmarnock, 
in  Ayrshire.  After  my  father's  death, 
when  I  was  two,  my  mother  remarried 
and  we  came  to  live  in  Dunfermline, 
in  Scotland. 

I  studied  at  the  Moray  Training 
College,  in  Edinburgh,  and  my  training 
had  taken  me  into  the  poorer  parts  of  the  city.  Here  I  saw  a  great 
deal  of  poverty,  and  had  to  do  with  children  who  were  not  very 
bright  because  they  were  undernourished.  I  was  at  that  time  very 
young,  and  I  became  fired  with  a  crusading  spirit.  I  wanted  to  do 
something  about  the  misery  and  unhappiness  I  saw  all  round  me. 
I  wanted  desperately  to  help.  I  always  had  a  great  sense  of  vocation 


Probably  first  official  por 
trait  of  Princess  Elizabeth 


STUDIO  I.ISA-PIX 


Little  House,  where  grownups  went  on  their  knees,  ever)  thing  was  scaled  to 
children  and  the  Princesses  counted  linen,  tooked,  shook  rugs,  made  beds. 


Crawfie,  friend  and  companion  for  17  years.  Kli/aheth  (dining  electric 
car)  and  Margaret — snapshot  taken  l>\  Queen  one  cold  da\  at  Royal  bodge. 

and  the  feeling  I  had  a  job  to  do  in  life,  and  I  bad  quite  made  up  my 
mind  that  this  was  what  my  job  was  to  be. 

Something  else,  however,  was  coming  my  way. 

I  had  finished  my  exams,  and  gone  home  to  rest.  Dunfermline  is 
a  small  country  town  built  on  hills.  Up  to  the  First  World  W  ar  it 
was  the  center  of  the  linen  industry.  Both  the  Queen,  when  she 
married,  and  Princess  Klizabelh  were  given  large  (  bests  of  linen 
from  Dunfermline. 

It  has  a  famous  old  abbcv  where  the  hodv  of  Robert  Bruce  is 
buried,  and  a  lovely  palace,  now  in  ruins,  which  was  the  home  of 
the  early  kings  of  Scotland.  Once  it  was  the  capital  of  Scotland. 
Charles  I  was  born  there  and  the  bed  in  which  he  was  born  is  now 

Marion  Crawford  was  responsible  for  lite  education  of  Princess  Elizabeth  from 
the  time  she  was  five  until  her  marriage  nearly  seventeen  years  later. 
Although  Crawfie' s  official  title  was  Royal  Governess,  she  was  friend  and 
adviser  to  the  young  Princess  and  her  sister.  Margaret  Rose  and  (hiring  the 
five  war  years  when  the  children  were  evacuated  to  W  indsor  Castle  she  hud 
them  in  almost  sole  charge.  Her  story  of  them  is  as  intimate  as  her 
relationship,  which  Elizabeth  summed  up  when  she  was  showing  Crawfie 
where  she  was  to  sit  at  the  wedding  in  Westminster  Abbey— close  by  the 
King  ami  Queen:  ''You  must  be  near  us.  as  you  have  been  all  these  years." 


h  handwriting  on  Christmas  greeting  to  beloved 
ie  when  Elizabeth  was  nine  and  Margaret  five. 


36 


EACH  DAY  BEGAN  WITH  A  ROMP 
IN  PAPA  AND  MUMMIE'S  ROOM. 

part  of  a  mantelpiece  in  a  big  place  the  Elgins  have  not  far  away,  called 
Broomhall.  Andrew  Carnegie  was  also  born  in  Dunfermline  in  a  little 
humble  cottage  which  remains  quite  untouched. 

Broomhall  is  a  square  Georgian  house,  to  the  south  looking  onto  the 
Forth;  to  the  north  one  can  see  the  lovely  range  of  the  Ochil  Hills.  It 
has  a  very  large  front  hall,  and  round  it  are  placed  some  of  the  Elgin 
marbles.  It  was  old  Lord  Elgin  who  brought  these  over  from  Greece. 
As  the  family  is  directly  descended  from  Robert  Bruce,  his  sword  and 
helmet  also  hang  in  the  hall.  Both  the  helmet  and  sword  are  enormous, 
as  he  was  an  outsize  man. 

One  morning  I  had  a  letter  from  Lady  Elgin,  who  knew  I  had  fin- 
ished my  training  and  had  heard  I  was  home  on  long  leave,  asking  me 
if  I  would  take  her  son  Andrew,  Lord  Bruce,  in  history.  He  was  a 
charming  little  boy  of  seven  whom  I  already  knew,  and  as  I  had  noth- 
ing very  definite  to  do  when  I  wasn't  studying  myself,  I  took  this  on. 
What  influenced  me  greatly  was  that  I  loved  walking,  and  this  post  was 
within  walking  distance  of  my  home,  about  three  miles  through  shady 
woods  and  paths  among  the  farms  belonging  to  Lord  Elgin,  with  occa- 
sional glimpses  of  the  Forth  through  the  trees. 

As  I  sat  writing  the  letter  accepting  Lady  Elgin's  offer,  I  little 
dreamed  that  here  was  one  of  those  turning  points  in  life  that  we  never 
do  recognize  when  they  first  come  along. 

The  Elgins  were  a  charming  family,  very  friendly  and  simple.  Soon 
the  three  other  Elgin  children  joined  us — Lady  Martha,  Lady  Jean 
and  the  Honourable  Jamie.  Presently  I  was  running  a  small  class  at 
Broomhall,  teaching  other  subjects  besides  history  to  four  very  nice 
children,  and  enjoying  it  thoroughly. 

But  I  still  thought  of  it  as  a  temporary  post,  to  tide  me  over  until 
I  could  take  up  my  real  lifework. 

The  Elgins  breakfasted  early,  about  eight  o'clock.  I  used  to  ap- 
proach the  French  windows  leading  into  the  schoolroom  to  the  strains 
of  hymns  and  the  tail  end  of  family  prayers,  and  I  would  wait  in  the 
garden  tactfully  until  these  were  finished.  The  children  used  to  peep 
through  their  fingers  during  their  devotions  to  watch  for  my  coming. 

Friends  and  relations  were  always  dropping  in  and  would  join  us  for 
the  midmorning  break  called  "elevenses."  This  pleasant  custom  is  a 
sort  of  afternoon  tea  in  midmorning.  The  grownups  had  coffee  and 
the  children  a  large  glass  of  lemonade,  rock  cakes  and  jam,  while  the 
domestic  staff  and  garden  workers  would  retire  at  the  same  time  to 
stillroom  and  stable  for  bread  and  cheese  and  cake  on  their  own. 

Most  large  country  houses  have  a  stillroom.  It  is  the  housekeeper's 
domain,  where  all  jams  are  made  and  stored,  all  fruit  bottled,  and  light 
meals  that  need  no  cooking,  like  elevenses  and  afternoon  tea,  and 
after-dinner  coffee,  and  so  on,  are  prepared.  It  is  really  an  extra  pantry 
and  storeroom.  The  linen  is  mended  there,  and  peaches  and  other 
fruit  are  stored.  It  probably  comes  from  the  old  days  when  things 
were  brewed  and  homemade  wines  made. 

I^id)  Boso  Lew-son  Cower  (pronounced  in  our  simple  British 
fashion  "Leu-hon  Core")  came  about  this  time  to  Rosyth  with  her 
husband,  the  admiral,  who  was  stationed  there.  Rosyth  is  on  the  banks 
of  the  Forth  and  not  far  from  Broomhall.  I  was     (Continued  mt  Page  M) 


0m 


The  author,  at  10,  never  dreaming  at  27  she  would  be  the  royal 
governess  at  Buckingham  Palace.  Her  tie  is  red,  so  are  her  socks. 
The  royal  family  chose  her  for  her  gaiety,  youth  and  learning. 


Crawfie  put  off  her  own  wedding  8  years — she 
wouldn't  leave  her  royal  charges  until  the  war 
was  over — at  last  married  in  1947,  when  38. 


Kverything  about  horses  delighted  the  children.  Thru  launite  hook 
was  Black  Beauty;  their  favorite  playthings,  their  toy  horses;  their 
favorite  people,  the  grooms.  Here  Lilihet  copies  a  horse  right  down 
to  its  hoofs  while  Margaret  ride-.  I'lawnate  is  Margaret  Klphinstone. 


They  loved  playing  Indians,  hopscotch,  hide-and-seek  with  papa 
and  Crawfie,  wild  card  games  with  mnmmie;  but,  cut  off  by  their 
royal  birth,  they  had  many  four-legged  friends,  few  two-legged. 


When  friends  could  think  of  no  othergift,  they  knew  toy  horses  would  be 
welcome.  Thirty-odd  stood  outside  the  princesses'  bedroom  doors;  nigh ll\ 
they  fed  and  watered  them.  They  were  still  there  when  F.lizabeth  married. 


:i7 


I.ilibet  neve'-  cared  a  fig  about  clothes,  but  loathed  hats  and 
a  long,  drab  mackintosh.  Margarei  was  always  choosy,  (nil 
had  to  accept  big  sister's  hand-me-downs  until  she  was  17. 


(Mamis  Castle,  where  the  Queen  was  broughl  up  and 
where  Margarei  Rose  found  i 1 1  an  old  trunk  a  torn  pennj 
dreadful  about  pirates.  She  fixed  il  up.  read  il  secretly. 


■iri'DIO  LISA — I'l X 


Margarei  and  Little  House.  The  girls  were  not  above  laking  a  whack  at 
each  other  when  roused.  Kli/ahcth  had  a  quick  left  hook:  Margarei 

used  herroval  teeth.  Moth  punctuated  cries  of  "you  brute'1  with  -lap-. 


Elizabeth  and  her  first  love,  Owen  the  groom.  One  da\  when 
she  asked  her  father  about  some  plans,  he  said  testily. 
"Don't  ask  me,  ask  Owen.  Who  am  I  to  make  suggestions?" 


Picture  painted  by  Elizabeth  for  blotter  set  she  made 
Crawfie  for  Christmas.  Royal  presents  were  simple — a 
china  dog,  a  calendar.  But  Elizabeth  saved  every  fancy 
ribbon  and  wrapping,  neatly  put  them  in  a  special  box. 


+  *  *  *  J  J; 


EVENING  MEANT  SPLASHY  BATHS, 
PILLOW  FIGHTS,  RACING  DEMON 


{Continued  jrom  Page  36)  asked  if  I  would  take  their  little  girl,  Mary, 
who  was  rather  delicate,  for  a  short  session  every  day. 

So  now  in  the  good  weather,  which  is  not  so  infrequent  in  Scotland 
as  some  people  suppose,  I  had  a  really  fine  day's  walking.  I  would  do 
the  three  miles  to  Admiralty  House  from  Broomhall  when  I  had  fin- 
ished my  class  there.  Then  when  the  day's  work  was  over,  I  would 
walk  home  again. 

It  seemed  to  me  then  that  this  was  just  a  pleasant  interlude,  a  tem- 
porary arrangement  to  fill  in  the  time  between  one  course  of  study 
and  the  next.  I  intended,  as  soon  as  my  present  outfit  of  pupils  were 
ready  for  school,  to  return  to  my  first  love,  which  was  still  child 
psychology.  I  spent  my  evenings  reading  and  studying  for  this  very 
happily.  I  was  twenty-two.  At  twenty-two  one  has  the  illusion  of 
there  being  lots  of  time. 

Meanwhile,  Fate  was  marching  up  on  me  in  the  way  Fate  has. 
There  came  one  lovely  morning  when  I  walked  as  usual  through  the 
gardens  of  Admiralty  House  for  my  session  with  Mary.  The  gardens 
were  very  charming.  Terraces  ran  down  to  the  River  Forth,  overlook- 
ing a  bay  called  Margaret's  Hope,  after  Margaret,  sister  of  Edgar  Athel- 
ing,  the  Saxon  King.  She  married  Malcolm  Canmore,  King  of  Scotland. 
The  chroniclers  say  she  was  learned  and  pious,  and  a  keen  politician. 
She  did  a  lot  to  bring  English  ways  and  customs  up  to  Scotland,  and 
it  was  here  she  is  supposed  first  to  have  landed  when  she  came  north. 
I  always  took  this  part  of  my  walk  slowly. 

Lady  Rose  had  said  something  in  my  hearing  of  visitors,  but  I  had 
not  paid  much  attention.  There  were  always  visitors  coming  and  going, 
and  we  were  seldom  alone  for  our  elevenses.  As  I  crossed  the  lawn 
I  remember  there  came  over  me  an  eerie  feeling  that  someone  was 
watching  me.  It  made  me  look  up  toward  the  house.  There  was  a  face 
at  the  window,  and  for  the  first  time  I  met  that  long"W5ol,  appraising 
slare  I  was  later  to  come  to  know  so  well.  (Continued  on  Page  79) 


"For  goodriWs'  -Ac  teach  Margaret  arid  Lilibet  to  write  a  decent  hand," 
morted  old  Kiiif:  George  l<>  Crawfie.  "I  like  a  hand  with  home  character 
in  it.'    Lilibel  childish   ver-ion  of   Elizabeth,  Mill  used  by  family. 


"We  aren't  supposed  to  be  human,"  said  the  Queen  sadly  after  I 
coronation  ceremony,  with  halcoin  appearances  (family  calls  them 
-till  expected.  Girls'  cloak-,  were  ermine:  ahow  nlxcr  sandals  were  hot 


41 


THE  door  of  his  office  opened  rapidly  and  Frederick  Scott 
dropped  Mr.  Tupper's  copy  of  How  to  Get  Along  With 
Everybody  into  the  open  desk  drawer  in  front  of  him. 
Pushing  the  drawer  shut,  he  looked  up  to  see  the  slen- 
der, blond  figure  of  the  steno-pool  supervisor  striding  pur- 
posefully through  the  door.  Scott  felt  his  jaw  tighten  invol- 
untarily. For  a  moment,  as  his  mind  protested  the  bitter 
irony  of  such  a  baptism,  he  felt  urged  to  forget  all  about 
his  week-end  resolutions.  Nine-fifteen  on  Monday  morning 
and  his  first  contact  was  Miss  Novick!  He  never  should 
have  succumbed  to  Mr.  Tupper's  suggestion.  But  summon- 
ing his  resources,  Scott  managed  a  smile. 

"Good  morning,  Miss  Novick,"  he  said.  "Lovely  morn- 
ing, isn't  it?" 

Scott's  voice  echoed  strangely  to  him,  and  he  noted  two 
peculiar  things.  First,  he  recalled  that  it  was  a  lovely  morn- 
ing. He  had  been  lured  out  of  the  bus  at  Thirty-Fourth 
Street,  and  had  walked  the  remaining  seven  blocks  uptown 
in  perfect  spring  weather.  The  second  was  that  his  words 
and  tone  had  an  impact  on  Miss  Novick  as  sharp  as  a  slap  in 
the  face.  Scott's  smile  became  more  genuine. 

"Why — good  morning,"  Miss  Novick  replied,  startled 
momentarily  out  of  her  mood  of  determined  hostility.  She 
was  young,  too  young  for  her  supervisor's  job,  Scott 
thought,  and,  despite  the  stubborn  set  of  her  chin,  rather 
brightly  attractive. 

"Yes,"  Scott  said,  leaning  back  in  his  chair,  "I  walked  a 
bit  along  Fifth  Avenue  this  morning.  It  was  glorious." 

Miss  Novick  had  recovered.  Her  blue  eyes  regarded  Mr. 
Scott  coldly.  "I  don't  doubt  it,"  she  said.  She  put  the  paper 
she  had  in  her  hand  on  the  desk  in  front  of  him.  Without 


ILLUSTRATED    BY    JON  WnlTCOMB 


By  FRANK  STEVENS 


looking,  Scott  knew  it  was  the  memorandum  he  had  sent 
her  Friday.  "I  wanted  to  see  you  about  this,"  she  an- 
nounced tersely. 

"Oh,  yes,"  Scott  said  amiably.  "Won't  you  have  a  seat?" 
Miss  Novick,  facing  him  from  the  other  side  of  the  desk, 
shook  her  head.  "I  prefer  to  stand,"  she  said.  Her  voice 
was  icy,  but  Scott  could  see  that  his  determined  friendli- 
ness puzzled  her. 

"I've  been  looking  forward  to  talking  this  over  with 
you,"  he  said.  "I  am  sure  you  will  have  some  helpful  ad- 
vice on  the  subject." 

Grimly  Scott  reflected  that  he  had  indeed  been  looking 
forward  to  her  inevitable  visit.  Ever  since  that  first  unfor- 
tunate clash  Miss  Novick  had  fought  every  recommenda- 
tion of  his  which  at  all  concerned  her  department.  And  he 
was  fairly  certain  that  more  than  a  little  of  his  difficulty 
throughout  the  company  could  be  traced  to  the  radiation 
of  her  dislike.  Miss  Novick  was  very  popular. 

"It  just  won't  work,"  she  now  said  flatly,  with  a  signifi- 
cant look  at  the  painfully  typed  memorandum.  Scott  had 
had  to  type  it  himself,  as  he  had  not  wanted  word  of  it  to 
get  hack  to  her  until  he  had  considered  the  finished  prod- 
uct from  every  conceivable  angle. 

It  was  a  simple-enough  reform  he  had  proposed.  Merely 
that  the  stenographers  in  the  pool  be  assigned  in  rotation 
as  the  calls  came  in.  And  not,  as  now.  in  observance  of  an 
intricate  protocol  which  sent  certain  girls  to  certain  men 
because  of  real  or  imagined  preferences  on  either  part. 
Scott  had  estimated  an  efficiency  loss  of  at  least  25  per  cent 
in  wasted  waiting  time  and  general  inelasticity  of  person- 
nel assignments;  to  say  (Continued  on  Page  98) 


f 


WSm 


By  MARIE  ¥.  HOIM  I  I 


SHE  faced  herself  in  the  bathroom  mirror, 
in  the  cool  half-light  of  a  November 
morning,  as  she  brushed  her  hair.  /  shall 
definitely  hare  it  dyed  on  Monday,  she  thought. 
Gray  hair  is  becoming  to  some  faces — it  just 
makes  me  look  tired.  She  put  down  the  brush 
and  reached  for  what  her  family  called 
"mother's  mind" — a  scratch  pad  and  pencil 
that  hung  by  the  head  of  the  bathtub. 

"Joke  all  you  like,"  she  would  say,  "but 
it's  only  when  I'm  in  the  tub  before  the  rest 
of  you  are  up  in  the  morning  that  I've  any 
time  to  think." 

On  the  pad  each  morning  she  wrote  the 
plan  of  her  day.  Today — Saturday — already 
listed  "Emergency  Ladies'  Aid  mtg — 3  p.m. 
Meet  Bill  at  club  afterward.  Speak  to  Tommy 
about  gulping.  Market.  New  oilcloth  for 
kitchen.  Picasso  show — last  day.  (This  was 
heavily  underscored.)  Sale  at  May's — win- 
ter suit?  New  bathrobe."  She  ought  to  be 
able  to  get  all  that  in  before  three,  with  plenty 
of  time  to  meet  Bill  after  the  meeting.  Now, 
with  a  firm  pencil,  she  wrote  at  the  bottom: 
"Call  for  hair  appt.  Monday."  Then  as  an 
afterthought:  "Prepare  family."  She  tore  the 
page  from  the  pad  and  put  it  in  the  pocket  of 
her  housecoat. 

She  let  the  pad  dangle  back  to  place,  gave 
her  hair  a  last  defiant  brush,  and  left  the 
bathroom.  Bill  was  still  asleep,  sprawled  face 
down  under  the  comforter.  She  bent  softly 
over  him,  pulled  the  comforter  from  his  face 
and  smiled.  It  never  failed  to  enchant  her 
that,  asleep  in  this  fashion,  hair  standing 
straight  up  against  the  pillow,  he  and  his 
young  son  looked  exactly  alike. 

She  tiptoed  from  the  room.  The  doors 
to  the  children's  rooms  were  still  closed; 
but  as  she  came  to  the  head  of  the  stairs, 
the  odor  of  fresh  coffee  came  up  to 
meet  her.  Effie  was  up  and  at  work 


in  the  kitchen.  She  sniffed  gratefully  as  she 
pushed  open  the  kitchen  door. 
"Morning,  Effie." 

"Morning,  ma'am.  Coffee  will  be  ready  in 
a  minute." 

"Good;  I  can  use  some.  What  are  we  short 
of,  Effie?  I  thought  I'd  get  a  leg  of  lamb  for 
dinner,  and  roasting  chickens  for  tomorrow; 
if  you'll  make  us  a  really  big  chocolate  cake, 
it  ought  to  do  for  the  week  end.  Oh,  and  I"m 
definitely  going  to  get  new  oilcloth  for  in  here 
today.  Red  and  white  check,  I  think:  that 
always  looks  cheerful." 

"Can't  abide  red  in  a  kitchen,"  said  Effie 
definitely.  She  was  a  spare,  pointed  creature 
of  indeterminate  age  and  very  determinate 
ideas.  "Yellow,  now,  or  blue — red,  no." 

"All  right,  Effie.  Not  blue,  with  green 
stripes  on  the  curtains;  but  I'll  get  vou  yellow. 
\\  here's  the  marketing  list?" 

List  in  hand,  she  went  into  the  dining  room 
and  scooped  up  the  morning's  mail  from  her 
place  at  the  table.  Three  for  Bill,  four  for 
herself — all  dull.  Before  she  could  slit  the 
first  one  open,  the  phone  rang.  Who  on  earth, 
at  this  hour  

"Hartford  calling — just  a  moment,  please." 
There  was  a  mutter  of  voices,  then  her  fa- 
ther's voice:  "Daughter?  How  are  you?"  He 
never  waited  for  answers.  "Mr.  Harmon  is 
driving  over  your  way  today — thought  I 
might  ride  with  him,  if  I  won't  be  in  the  way 
for  a  few  days." 

"That's  wonderful,  father,"  she  said. 
"We'd  love  to  have  you.  When  do  you  think 
you'll  get  here?" 

"Oh,  he  aims  to  start  around  noon — we 
should  be  there  by  five,  maybe  a  little  earlier. 
Kids  all  right?  Bill  too?  Good.  See  you  later," 
and  he  hung  up. 

She  returned  to  the  dining  room,  where 
Effie  had  now  set  the       (C  ontinued  on  Four  78) 


"I  think  I'm  going  to" have  my  hair 
dyed,"  she  told  herself.   "W  hy  not  V 


■  lUIIIG 


of  Youth 


Brought  up  on  a  : 
than  300  miles  aw 


small  Mis 

ay—  "mo: 


issippi 
t  place 


cotton  farm.  Maxine  has  never  been  more 
«  are  pretty  much  like  Corinth,  I  imagine." 


w 

m  ■  v 


I  do  whatever  mamma  says. 
She  always  knows  best." 


rHEN  Maxine  Wallace  was  a  tiny  six- 
year-old  in  a  Baptist  church  twelve 
years  ago,  she  took  to  heart  a  lesson 
onw  h.ch  the  minister  waxed  particularly 
eloquent:  "Always  obey  your  parents." 
And  Maxine,  today  a  quietly  pretty  high- 
school  senior,  always  does-"even  some- 
tunes  when  I  think  they  might  be  w  rong 
Ood  always  knows  what  is  best  for  us  " 
This  belief  in  God,  and  His  ability  to 

simple  faith  in  life-and  the  7t  T  ™*  "  Maxine's 

cotton  farms  out  de  o  f        u  T       ^  "P  °"  3  ^  of  — H 
-kes  it  one  V  7T  ^  ^ 

has  never  weighed  m    e  ^  95  '       H      ,  3  °f  3  ^  wh° 

started  last  fall  was  do wn  to  88  4  V  '  *  ^  after  Sch°o1 
job,  I  guess."  She  Z    blue    iTT      "  S°  Wd  °"  <"> 

corduroy  in  the  w'nt  r  h  ^^f^  '»  the  summer  and  blue 
brow  n  ha,  ^  ;       1  tH?  2*  matches  ^  eyes,  has  let  her 

r  cut  it,»  was  ^srjsr;  ssrrr hates  h  s° when 

-use  I  just  never  have  been  p^^  S"  *        ^  "V 

JE^-t:  * about  ^  ■*  *•  w0Uid  fc  to  ^ 

pace.   Eyerj  weekday  morning  she  gets  up  at  6.  takes  a  quick 
^  nK  11  s  •hgnifted  enough." 


•an' 
'ten* 


He' 
•Hi 


Maxine,  who  goes  to  church  three  times  a  week,  feels  firmly.  "If  children  are  taught  right  in  the  very  beginning,  they'll  believe  what  you  believe. 


It  takes  all  kinds  of  young  people  to  make  up  the  teen-age 
world.  This  is  the  eighth  of  a  series  of  articles  about  teen- 
agers and  we  still  haven't  found  any  two  alike.  What's  done 
in  Iowa  may  be  frowned  on  in  Idaho;  the  hit  dance  step  in 
Columbus,  Georgia,  may  be  old  stuff  in  Columbus,  Ohio. 

Objectively,  candidly,  we  are  presenting  young  people  as 
we  find  them,  in  the  high  schools  they  work  in,  the  homes 
they  are  growing  up  in,  places  where  they  find  their  fun;  at 
their  best  and  at  their  worst — twelve  Profiles  of  Youth. 


bath  in  the  kitchen  in  a  tub  of  well  water  her  mother  has  been  heating 
on  the  wood  stove,  and  after  a  light  breakfast  of  tea  and  toast,  is  ready 
by  7  for  the  twenty-minute  ride  into  town  on  the  battered  orange  bus 
her  brother-in-law  found  a  "better  buy"  than  a  car.  Busy  with  both 
school  and  a  job,  she  doesn't  get  home  again  until  6  at  night,  and  after 
a  supper  of  vegetables  cooked  Southern  fashion  with  lots  of  pork 
drippings,  settles  down  to  an  hour's  homework — unless  she  has  a  date 
for  the  movies,  roller  skating  or  "just  to  sit  in  the  parlor  and  talk.'' 
Living  out  in  the  country  as  she  does,  Maxine  dates  mostly  farm  boys 
who  have  no  cars*— 'and  for  them  Saturday  night,  when  the  school  bus 
runs  into  town  at  6  and  leaves  again  from  Corinth's  courthouse  square 
at  10,  is  the  only  night  they  can  really  entertain  a  girl.  Maxine  dates  at 
least  twice  a  week,  must  be  home  by  10:30,  is  happiest  when  a  boy 
comes  to  pick  her  up  at  the  country  Baptist  church  where  she  and  her 
family  attend  church  three,  and  sometimes  four,  times  a  week — "Some- 
thing would  have  to  be  awful  important  for  me  to  miss  church  for  it,'" 
she  says. 

At  home  her  four  young,  blond  brothers  (Bobby  Hill,  Buddy  Ray, 
Billy  Aloy  and  Tommy  Neal)  and  little  sister  Sue  call  her  "Peen,"  a 
child's  variation  of  Maxine.  They  are  usually  too  busy  helping  their 
dad  in  the  cotton  fields,  or  playing  trains  in  the  mud  under  a  huge 
pecan  tree  in  the  back  yard,  to  have  much  time  for  Maxine,  but  they 
love  to  tease  her  about  boys — "What  do  you  see  in  him?",  or  "We'd 
love  to  go  to  the  movies  with  you  tonight.  Any  objections?",  followed  by 
a  big  roar  of  laughter.  Of  them  she  says  fondly,  "Oh,  they're  somet  h  ing, 
all  right." 

The  Wallace  home— on  a  forty-acre  plot  which  Mr.  Wallace  bought 
eleven  years  ago  for  $1500  and  has  just  (Continued  on  Page  120) 

PHOTOGRAPHS  BY  LISA  LARSKN 


"Town  girls  don't  speak  to  us  farm  kid~^ 
unless  we  speak  first."  Negroes  —  20%  of 
the  townspeople — have  their  own  school. 


Maxine  dates  twice  a  week,  doesn't  like 
boys  to  spend  much  money — "they  should 
show  thev  know  how  to  save  for  the  future." 


If  Maxine  could  go  anyplace  in  the  world,  ^ 
she  would  pick  Kentucky-  "they  haw  such 
nice  horses  there,  and  I  just  love  horses." 


"Popular?  No,  I'm  not.  Popular  jn'rls  have 
boya  around  all  the  time."  Maxine  goes  out 
twice  a  week,  likes  church  dates  best. 


Higli  schoolers  rut  loose  on  public 
vehicles  after  home  team  wins  game. 
Muscle  men  do  calisthenics  on  bus 
handrails:  self-styled  artists  pencil 
mustaches  and  phone  numbers  on 
posters;  exuberant  fans  unscrew  light 
bulbs  and  explode  them  on  streetcar 
floor,  climb  in  window-  in  save  fare. 


HOTOS  BY  DI  PIETRO 


Tee n-agers  look  at 
their  nm niters,  loll 
it'htt t  ~s  eo its id  e  red 
via  tit  and  wrong 
according  to 
their  oirn  rules. 


i  irtt-iimimi  on  double  date  is  teen-agi 
poison.  Hirl\  girl  demands  attention  «l 
bulb  boys,  often  ends  up  with  none 


Questions 
Most  Asked 


Mtitinw  "irfle"  ad-libs,  emotes  with 
movie  hero,  mutters.  "Think  you, 
Howard   Duff!"    after  screen  kisses. 


Churivr  mvinhvr.  Bored  ol  EdJ 
tion,"  yawns  in  class,  knits  at  \ 
rally,  does  nails  in  school  assemt 


"Yitlhtl"  pi  (lend-  sen  lor  girl  who 
has  TV  set,  visits  her  only  lo  keep  up 
with  llopalong  Cussidy,  Milton  Uerlc. 


Kin  trhfi'l  won  l  rate  second  < late 
lie  leave-  girl  al  party,  swaps  g 
wilh  guys  while  she  sits  and  pol 


rate  your  social  security 


Profile 
of  Youth 


1.  The  movie  is  romantic  and  so  are  you,  sitting  in  the  second  bal- 
cony tcith  your  favorite  dole.  Do  you: 

(a)  Treat  the  rest  of  the  audience  to  a  double  feature,  playing  a 
"young  love"'  scene  that  keeps  their  minds  off  the  screen? 

(b)  Indulge  in  a  little  light  handholding.  because  you  do  like  each 
other,  saving  the  more  obvious  affection  till  you're  alone  together? 

2.  The  punch  is  setting  cold  and  the  party  is  just  warming  up.  hut 
you  know  that  \o:ir  dale  has  an  early  deadline.  Do  you: 

(a)  Make  your  exit  without  breaking  up  the  party,  pretending  that 
both  you  and  your  date  have  a  family  zero  hour? 

(b)  Suggest  that  your  date  mate  phone  the  folks  to  ask  for  a  special 
extension  of  the  deadline? 

3.  Thursday  is  your  mother's  bridge-club  day.  When  you  finally 
hit  home  that  afternoon  and  find  the  foursomes  still  in  the  living 
room,  do  you: 

(a)  Exchange  greetings  and  head  for  the  kitchen  as  soon  as  possible 
to  see  what  food  is  left  over  from  the  party? 

(b)  Take  extra  time  out  to  make  small  talk  with  the  women,  even 
those  who  dont  have  a  son  or  daughter  vou"d  like  to  date? 


/.  Humors  are/tying  tin     i  club  from  school  is  giving  a  dam  e,  and 

you  and  your  crowd  are  on  the  lookout  for  aomefun.  /><>  you: 

(a)  Plan  an  evening  on  your  own.  a  movie  or  part\  with  your 
crowd,  though  you  have  a  mad  yen  to  crash  the  club  shindig? 

(b)  Decide  to  latch  on  to  the  festivities,  since  anv  partv  i-  gaver 
with  you  around? 

•».  t.lothes  are  casual  at  your  school:  s/ntrt  shirt*  and  jeans  are 
standard  for  fell '<•>,  - .  sweaters  ami  skirts  the  uniform  for  uirl*. 
mil  you: 

(a)  Start  a  fashion  trend  of  your  own.  wearing  vour  snappiest 
clothes  for  eight-thirtv  classes? 

(h)  Follow  the  casual  fashion  set  by  the  crowd  (well  tubbed  and 
-crubbed,  of  course)  and  save  your  finery  for  Friday  nights? 

<!•  Burt  Lancaster  is  No.  /  movie  man  in  your  life  ami  his  new  film 
is  at  the  Strand.  But  your  date  and  the  other  couple  ivith  whom 
you're  doubling  want  to  go  bowling.  Do  you  : 

(a)  Silently  promise  your  boy  Burt  that  you'll  see  his  movie  Satur- 
day night  instead  and  fall  in  with  the  other-"  plans? 

(b)  Suggest  that  you  and  your  date  meet  the  two  other  allev  cats 
alter  the  movie,  when  they've  knocked  (Continued  on  Pag,-  72j 


1 1  fall  Mm?  Teens  sav  "yes" 
1  has  invitation  to  partv  or  goes 
y;  "no"  if  she  "wants  to  talk.  " 


Should  I  auk  him  in?  Girls  often 
ask  date  in  for  snack  after  earlv  date: 
boys  say  it  s  "invitation  to  neck.'" 


H'fco  speaks  first?  Shy  guv  often  ig- 
nores date  in  school.  Girls  agree  on  best 
rule:  "Sav  hello  first — think  afterward." 


Hair  in  net  in  night  club?  Teens  who 
don't  know  headwaiter  from  hatcheck 
read  etiquette  hook  before  big  night. 


/store  '"wreeks-all"  pyramids 
s.  shoots  water  through  straws, 
tip  under  upturned  glass  of  water. 


Partv  poopers  raid  icebox  ("They 
always  take  tomorrow's  dinner'"),  wear 
lamp  shades  for  hats,  juggle  ash  trays. 


IITIt  (big  telephone  operator)  says 
In-  is  inspector,  asksgirl  to  whistle,  prom- 
ises to  "send  birdseed  in  mornin"" 


It. tit  ( darned  average- raiser)  waving 
hand  madlv  in  class,  evoke-  comment, 
"li  s  never  smart  to  be  loo  smart!" 


wet  eharaeter"c\o\\m  in  halls, 
s  water  from  fountains,  ducks 
heads  when  they  try  drinking. 


At  most  schools,  couple  who  eatalone 
together  in  cafeteria  cause  raised  eye- 
brows. "Some  girls  can  be  too  popular!" 


"Iteinit  in  litre  i-  okay  hill  \  oil  llivdll  I 

knock  yourself  out  showing  it."  Teen- 
frown  on  "mushy"  necking  at  parties. 


Htm  iliflilieM  oirl  who 


class ringa  collector  s  item,  won  t  return 
it  or  "love""  letters  \s  hen  romance  ends. 


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ASHIONS  IN  TH 


Honey-gold  nylon  strapless  swim  suit,  quick  to  dry.  By  Rose  Marie  Reid.  Above  left— straight 
Chinese  blouse  and  knee  shorts  In  shantung,  by  Joset  Walker,  bag  by  Phelps,  sandals  by  Faic 
Joyce.  Below  left— red  linen  pocketed  shorts,  tie  silk  bra  and  coat,  by  Clain-  McCanl.-ll. 


950 


by  WILHELA  CUSHMAN 

Fashion  Editor  of  the  Journal 

he  new  year  sees  the  coming  in  of  sportslike 
American  fashions,  long  loved,  welcome  again 
n  new  versions.  A  shantung  dress  with  a 
natching  sweater,  casual  tailored  necklines  for 
light  and  day,  pleated  skirts  from  cotton  bath- 
ng  suits  to  chiffon  evening  dresses;  the  fash- 
on  of  the  shirtwaist  dress,  the  blouse,  shirt- 

aist  cuffs,  fresh  white  collars.  The  straight 
)ok  is  newest,  but  the  full  circular  skirt  is 
till  a  fashion.  Skirts  rising  to  14  or  15  inches. 


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A  pink  suit,  fresh  as  a  sea  breeze,  worn  with  white  pique  Breton  by  Jane  Derby,  white  cotton 
gloves.  Timeless  style,  rayon  fabric  forgoing  South  and  for  summer.  Suit  by  Alvin  Handmacher. 


Picture  polka  dots — pretty  silk  shantung  dress  with  shonlder-tip  neckline,  pulled  sleeves,  shirred 
bodice,  for  any  Southern  afternoon,  by  Claire  MeCardell,  to  wear  with  bright  linen  pumps. 

PHOTOGRAPHS  BV  WILHELA  CfSHMAN 


50 


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ASHIONS  IN  THE  IQ50 


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UN 


The  bare  camisole  top  under  a  jacket,  the  dress  with  a  bare  arm  and  high  neckline  is  the 
thing,  day  or  night.  The  gloveless  hand  and  jeweled  wrist,  or  the  hand  carrying  longer  gloves 
looks  right.  The  wrapped  bodice  with  bare  shoulders  is  a  bathing-suit  or  a  dress  fashion.  Your 
head  is  veiled,  your  scarf  small,  stockings  pale.  The  colors  of  the  new  fashions  are  sharp 
painter's  pastels:  pale  pink,  vibrant  red,  honey  golds,  oyster  white.  The  tortoise-shell  bag  and 
nutshell  leathers  are  good  accents,  especially  for  pink  and  blue.  Silk  honan,  in  the  shantung 
family,  is  in  again  in  two-piece  dresses.  Wool  jersey  wraps  the  slim  figure  in  a  bathing  suit,  or 
is  pleated  in  a  spectator  dress.  Nylon  comes  in  a  new  weave  for  your  quick-to-dry  swim 
suit.  All  these  fashions  are  here  todav  for  the  South,  and  definitelv  here  for  1950  summer. 


Every-occasion  evening  dress:  fashion  of 
short  sleeveless  flame-red  pleated  chiffon. 


Red  lie-silk  dress  by  Larry  Aldrich.  with  ribbon 
hat  by  Mr.  John.  Tweed  suit  by  Alvin  Hand- 
macher,  with  jersey  hat  by  Mr.  Alf,  fur-felt  bag 
by  Mr.  John.  Red  chiffon  by  Larry  Aldrich  with 
rajah  stole  by  Mr.  John.  Blue  silk  shantunp  by 
Stasia  Menkes.  Pink  and  blue  shantung  dresses 
by  Gore  Poller.  Red  coal  by  Nathan  Bader,  with 
\  eil  liv  Mr.  lohn,  and  w  hile  dress  bv  Jospl  Walker. 


PHOTOGRAPHS  BV  WILHELA  CI  8HMAN 


Important  two 'piece  overblouse  silhouette  in  Ever-ready  gray  tweed  suit  for  every  kind 
tie  silk,  with  elbow  sleeves  and  side  pleats.       of  travel:  slim  skirt,  short-jacket  fashion. 


Heavenly  twin  dresses,  silk  honan;  one  sleeve- 
less, one  long  shirt-sleeved,  both  two-piece  styles. 


5  I 


The  indispensable  coat  .  .  .  wrist-length  this  year  and  with  turn-back  cuffs. 
Bright  red;  fashion  with  white,  navy,  gray,  beige.  Worn  over  everything! 


Three  versions  of  one  design:  braid-bound  yellow  wool  criss-crosses  / 
to  button:  turquoise  wool,  jet  and  braid  trimming  (Think  of  it  in 
ink  linen  for  summer);  checked  wool  with  searf  ends.  No.  2640.  (/ 


'ft  a  pretty  jacket .  . 
~  a  new  skirt 


Many  of  us  don't  have  TIME  to  do  a  great  deal  of  sewing.  When  we  do,  we  like 
to  see  results  in  a  hurry.  We  find  it  quite  satisfying  to  make  a  little  hat  of  scraps  left 
over  from  a  favorite  dress  in  less  than  an  hour,  or  a  tube  jersey  skirt  in  a  couple 
of  hours.  We  have  used  trimmings  and  detail  usually  found  only  on  ready-made 
clothes.  The  nicest  part  of  it  is  that  you  dont  have  to  put  the  trimming  on 
yourself  (which  is  a  great  timesaver).  Your  pattern  tells  you  which  pieces  to  send  to  he 
embroidered;  the  modest  prices  range  from  $1.50  for  the  scarf  with  your  very 
own  initials  and  nailheads,  to  the  velvet-appliqued  pockets  that  are  extra  special  for 

.50  for  both.  You  will  note  that  each  design  does  not  depend  Entirely  on  its  trim  .  .  . 
we  have  done  at  least  one  other  version  without  it  and  found  them  equally  effective, 
especially  if  you  use  one  of  the  new  novelty  fabrics.  Your  pattern  will  give  you  a 
detailed  drawing  of  the  trimming  and  tell  you  where  to  send  the  pieces  if  you  wish  to 
have  it  'lone  Turn  to  Page  71  for  diagrams  and  other  views.        Ii>  MORA  O'LKARY 


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birth*  a 


By  VAL  TEAM. 


IT  was  starting  to  rain.  I  let  all  the  other  kids  get  ahead  of 
me  going  home  at  noon.  It  was  my  birthday  and  I  didn'  t 
want  them  to  know  it.  I  hadn't  brought  a  treat  to  school 
like  I  always  did.  Nobody  had  remembered  that  it  was  my 
birthday.  But  even  if  she  had  remembered,  mother 
couldn't  have  gotten  a  treat  ready.  She  wouldn't  have  had 
time  or  maybe  even  the  money  now,  because  doctors  cost  a 
lot  of  money.  But  even  if  she  had  the  money  she  couldn't 
go  out  and  look  for  a  treat  for  the  kids.  Not  now. 

I  felt  pretty  awful  and  pretended  I  had  to  tie  my  shoe 
when  some  kids  came  running  by  me.  I  didn't  want  to  walk 
with  them  and  I  didn't  want  them  to  see  me  feeling  bad. 

Of  course  I  didn't  really  care  about  my  birthday.  In  our 
family  birthdays  are  always  something  special,  and  besides 
presents  and  treats  in  school  and  a  cake  and  ice  cream,  you 
can  always  do  what  you  want  to  on  your  birthday.  I  mean 
anything.  You  can  choose  a  show  and  have  everybody  go  to 
it;  even  if  your  father  has  an  important  meeting,  he  has  to 
go  where  you  say. 

Or  like  what  Pud  wanted  to  do  once  was  get  on  top  of 
grandma's  house  and  have  his  birthday  there.  It*s  a  place 
with  a  little  railing  around  it  and  the  chimney  is  in  the  mid- 
dle of  it  and  it's  on  the  very  top  of  the  house  and  the  house 
is  two  stories  and  an  attic  and  I  don't  know  why  the  place 
has  a  railing  around  it.  Pud  always  thought  it  would  be  a 
fun  place  to  be  and  so  he  was  there  most  all  of  the  day  on 
his  birthday  even  if  mother  did  almost  die  for  fear  he'd  get 
too  close  to  the  railing  and  fall  over  or  the  railing  would 
break  when  he  leaned  on  it,  it  was  so  old.  Pud  took  bis 
lunch  up  there  with  him.  But  not  me  in  the  morning.  I  had 
to  stay  down  and  he  kept  calling  to  me  and  everyone  else  to 
see  him  way  up  there.  But  in  the  afternoon  be  invited  me 
to  come  up  with  him  and  we  had  birthday  cake  up  there  and 
it  was  sure  cozy  and  far  away  like  a  little  porch  in  the  sk\. 


Or  you  could  have  a  party  if  you  wanted  to.  Anything 
you  wanted  to  do.  Anything.  On  your  birthday,  you  were 
king  and  your  wish  was  the  law. 

But  nobody  had  asked  me  now,  of  course.  And  anyway  I 
didn't  really  care.  If  they  had  asked  me,  I  couldn't  have 
done  what  I  wanted  to  do.  I  wanted  to  play  with  Pud  again. 
I  wanted  Pud  well.  He  had  been  sick  for  so  long. 

I  went  in  the  back  door  quietly  so  if  Pud  was  sleeping  I 
wouldn't  wake  him.  I  hung  my  jacket  on  two  hooks  in  the 
hall,-  spread  out  so  it  would  dry  while  I  ate.  Nobody  was 
around,  so  maybe  I'd  have  to  make  myself  a  sandwich  and 
get  some  milk.  Sometimes  lately  mother  didn't  seem  to 
even  know  when  it  was  mealtime. 

Then  I  went  in  the  kitchen  and  there  was  my  lunch  on 
the  table.  There  was  a  bowl  of  chicken  soup,  the  kind  I  like 
best  of  all,  and  a  glass  of  milk,  and  I  looked  inside  the  sand- 
wich. It  was  peanut  butter  and  boysenberry  jam.  my  \ei  \ 
favorite,  that  we  haven't  hardly  got  any  left  of!  I  felt  kind 
of  good.  Maybe  mother  did  remember  it  was  m\  birthday 
alter  all,  or  she  wouldn't  have  everything  I  liked.  \nd  then 
when  I  pulled  the  chair  out  there  was  this  package. 

It  was  queer  opening  the  package  all  alone,  with  no  one 
there.  My  heart  was  beating  hard  like  I  was  scared.  And 
then  the  paper  was  off  and  it  was  one  of  those  neat  tractors 
I've  been  wanting  so  long!  It'll  climb  over  anything.  It'll  al- 
most climb  up  the  side  of  the  wall! 

I  put  the  tractor  on  the  table  and  started  to  eat  m) 
soup,  but  there  was  this  big  lump  in  my  throat  w  here  I  must 
have  bumped  tmsclf,  and  the  soup  wouldn't  go  b\  it  ver\ 
good.  I  pushed  the  tractor  back  and  forth  on  the  table 
a  little  bit.  It  was  a  neat  tractor,  but  it  wasn't  much  fun 
to  play  with  a  tractor  all  alone.  1  wondered  il  I'ud  would 
gel  well  to  play  with  il  with  me.  It  was  me  and  Pud  to- 
gether that  wanted  the  tractor.  (Continued  on  Page  106) 


He  had  lo  find  ih«»  boy,  even  if  it  meant  never  r«»i  urging  from  the  search. 


ILLUSTRATED      UT     HARRY  FHEDMAN 


.-,7 


THE  moon  that  had  shone  upon  Zachary's  fight  with 
Mike  kept  Stella  awake  most  of  that  night  in  her 
little  room  at  Weekaborough.  When  she  dropped 
into  restless  sleep  she  .saw  Zachary  once  again  as  the  boy 
from  the  moon  with  his  bundle  on  his  back,  and  he  was 
finding  it  so  heavy  that  he  was  staggering  beneath  it. 

She  got  up  next  morning  heavy-eyed  and  anxious.  Her 
anxiety  about  Zachary  was  not  a  thing  she  could  tell  to 
anybody.  Father  and  Mother  Sprigg,  had  she  spoken  of 
it,  would  have  told  her  not  to  be  fanciful. 

In  the  evening  some  of  Father  Sprigg's  cronies  came  in, 
and  the  tobacco  smoke  and  conversation  were  so  thick  and 
loud  that  she  and  Hodge  escaped  out  of  the  kitchen  to  the 
meadow.  The  evening  light  lay  level  and  golden  across  the 
grass.  There  was  no  breath  of  wind,  no  sound  but  the 
tinkling  of  the  stream  as  it  flowed  from  the  well  beneath 
the  hawthorn  tree  through  the  meadow  to  the  trough,  and 
then  disappeared  underground  to  feed  the  well  in  the  yard 
and  the  duckpond  in  the  orchard.  The  meadow  sloped  up- 
ward to  the  hawthorn  tree,  and  Stella  climbed  with  drag- 
ging feet,  weary  and  heavyhearted.  Hodge  moved  beside 
her,  his  tail  tucked  between  his  legs,  sharing  her  sorrow. 

Stella  settled  herself  with  her  back  against  the  tree, 
Hodge  lying  beside  her.  She  shut  her  eyes  and  listened  to 
the  sound  the  water  made  as  it  overflowed  the  pool  and 
fell  over  mossy  stones  into  the  stream  below.  For  genera- 
tions this  well  had  been  thought  to  be  especially  beloved  by 
the  fairies— not  the  goblin  folk  who  had  frightened  her  in 
her  childhood,  but  the  Good  People  who  Granny  Bogan 
believed  had  taught  her  the  use  of  the  herbs. 

Stella  slipped  her  hand  into  her  pocket,  and  there  be- 
tween her  fingers  was  the  muslin  bag  of  rue.  She  remem- 
bered that  Granny  Bogan  had  said  she  must  soak  the  leaves 
in  the  water  of  a  fairy  well  and  bathe  her  eyes  on  the  night 
of  the  full  moon.  It  would  be  full  moon  tonight,  and  here 
was  the  fairies'  well  just  beside  her.  She  took  out  the  little 
muslin  bag  and  opened  it,  dipped  up  some  water  in  her 
hand,  shook  the  rue  into  it  and  bathed  her  eyes.  When  she 
had  done  it,  she  felt  a  little  uneasy.  What  would  mon  pere 

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say  to  such  a  performance?  He  would  tell  her  that  she 
ought  to  go  to  St.  Michael's  Chapel  and  pray.  And  so  she 
would.  She  would  go  tomorrow  when  she  was  back  at  Torre. 

Reassured,  she  got  up  and  ran  back  with  Hodge  to  the 
parlor  for  supper  and  bed. 

Next  morning  Stella  sat  in  the  doctor's  gig,  her  basket 
at  her  feet.  They  drove  at  a  good  pace,  clearing  the  hot 
honey-scented  air  as  swimmers  the  foam  of  some  warm 
blue  sea.  It  was  usually  fun,  but  today  the  doctor,  looking 
down  at  Stella,  could  see  no  happiness  in  her  face. 

"What  is  it,  Stella?"  he  asked. 

"Zachary  doesn't  like  it  where  he  is." 

"He's  not  fond  of  the  sea,  but  he'll  soon  be  home," 
said  the  doctor. 

"He  wasn't  at  sea  in  the  dream  I  had  last  night,"  said 
Stella.  "He  was  in  a  dreadful  place.  There  were  a  lot  of 
men  there  and  some  of  them  had  hardly  any  clothes,  and 
the  rest  were  in  rags,  and  some  of  them  did  not  look  like 
men  at  all."  She  broke  off  and  shivered  in  the  hot  sunshine, 
then  went  on  again,  "Zachary  was  leaning  againsjt  the  wall, 
just  under  the  grating,  and  the  wall  was  slimy.  I  could  see 
his  face.  It  was  bruised,  as  though  he  had  been  fighting. 
He  looked  like  the  picture  of  Christian  in  Mrs.  Loraiin-  - 
Pilgrim's  Progress,  when  he  is  shut  up  in  prison  in  the 
City  of  Destruction,  and  I  knew  what  he  was  tanking. 
He  wanted  you  and  me  very  badly,  but  he  knew  that  there 
was  no  way  that  he  could  tell  us  where  he  was.  I  tried  to 
call  out  to  him,  but  my  voice  wouldn't  come  out-flf  m\ 
mouth.  And  I  tried  to  run  to  him,  but  my  feet  wouldn't 
move.  .  .  .  Then  I  woke  up." 

"You  had  a  nightmare,"  said  the  doctor.  "What  did 
you  have  for  supper?  Rabbit  pie?'! 

"Milk  and  bread  and  honey.  And  it  wasn't  a  nightmare. 
I'd  bathed  my  eyes  with  rue  and  the  water  from  the  pixies' 
well,  like  Granny  Bogan  told  me  to." 

"All  the  tarradiddle  Granny  Bogan  told  you  wasrjust  a 
fairy  tale,  honey." 

"Fairies  are  true  and  what  they  tell  you  is  true." 

"That's  a  matter  of  opinion!  Now  listen;  if  any  disaster 
had  happened  to  Zachary  I  should  have  been  told.  The 
authorities  have  my  name  (Continued  on  Pa&e  62) 


By  ELIZABETH  GOUDGE 


ILLtlSTBATED    It    AKDRKTt  LOOHIS 


59 


By  ANN  BATCH ELDEH 


M 


Y  father  fancied  himself  a  wonderful  lire 
builder.  His  method  was  this:  He  would 
fetch  some  oldish  newspapers  and  start  to 
lay  the  fire.  A  headline  or  picture  would  catch 
his  eye  and  he  would  squat  in  front  of  the  lire- 
place  and  begin  to  read.  As  he  read  on  he  became 
interested  in  other  items  and  time  went  on. 
Finally,  when  someone  happened  in  to  see  how 
the  fire  was  making  out — it  wasn't.  It  hadn't 
happened — yet.  After  he  was  prodded  into  get- 
ting some  action,  what  he  considered  a  fire  was 
laid  and  lighted.  It  promptly  expired.  And  no 
matter  what  he  did,  the  fire  refused  to  do  its 
part.  And  after  someone — usually  your  corre- 
spondent— took  over,  and  we  really  got  a  fire, 
he  insisted  on  poking  and  improving  until  again 
expiration  took  place.  And  it  wras  all  to  do  over 
again.  You  know,  by  now,  that  there  are  fire 
builders  and  fire  putter-outers.  Thai  s  my  point. 
Let  the  builders  to  their  job.  Let  the  rest  sit  and 
rock  and  read  last  September's  papers,  if  that  be 
their  choice. 

Speaking  of  fireplaces.  There  are  few  things 
in  life  more  homely  and  restful  and  comforting 
than  an  open  fire.  Especially  when  the  winter 
winds  blow  high  and  shrill  and  the  winter  snows 
are  adrift  and  the  curtains  are  drawn  against 
the  importunate  clamor  of  a  stormy  night. 
So  to  come  in  out  of  the  cold  and  find  the  lugs 
ablaze  and  roaring  up  the  chimney — can  you 
tell  me  of  anything  better  than  that?  Well,  I 
can  tell  you  what  makes  the  picture  complete 
and  completely  satisfying— and  thai  is  ...  a 
Fireside  Supper.  Yes,  folks,  a  little  supper, 
while  you  anil  maybe  some  of  your  friends, 
having  stamped  the  snow  off  in  the  from  lull 
and  left  the  wet  overshoes  on  (he  nice  clean  rug, 
gather  by  the  fireside  to  cat  a  simple — get-it- 
yourself— supper.  You  may  beat  this  combina- 
tion, but  you  can't  heal  it  very  much! 

The  time  is  now.  Because  winter  is  the  lime 
for  such  doings,  and  the  boys  and  girls  have 
trouped  home  from  their  skiing,  we'll  set  the 


table  here  and  have  our  promised,  narty.  And  if 
you  think  this  is  a  pretty  simple  meal,  wait  till 
the  folks  get  at  it.  And  watch  the  smug  satisfac- 
tion on  every  face  as  the  waffles  disappear  and 
the  sausage  and  apples  take  a  beating  and  you'll 
find  it's  a  clean  sweep,  a  suppertim.e  grand  slam. 
And  you  all  know  what  that  is. 

W  hat  are  ice  waiting  for?  Here's  the  pitcher 
of  waffle  batter  all  set  to  do  the  right  thing  l>\ 
the  expectant  iron.  Afld  here's  vour  receipt — 
the  kind  that  will  get  you  the  above-spoken- 
of  batter.  And  in  order  to  have  enough  of  the 
same,  all  you  have  to  do  is  to  multiply.  You 
can  multiply,  I  trust.  I  hesitate  to  go  into  thai 
subject  personally. 

WAFFLES 

Sift  together  $  cups  flour.  1  V%  teaspoons  sail. 
434  teaspoons  baking  powder  and  I  tablespoon 
sugar.  Separate  3  eggs.  Beat  yolks  until  light  and 
add  214  cups  milk  and  beat  again.  Heat  in  the 
sifted  dry  ingredients  and  H  cup  melted  butter 
or  margarine.  Just  before  baking,  fold  in  egg 
whites,  beaten  stiff.  Bake  in  a  hot  waffle  iron  un- 
til golden  brow  u.  This  quantity  w  ill  serve  6,  and 
makes  avery  tender,  crisp  waffle.  Number  of  waf- 
fles it  makes  will  depend  on  thesi/eof  your  waffle 
iron.  It's  eas\  to  double  up  on  vour  halter — 
you  can  tell  by  your  iron  and  the  hungry  crowd 
w  he t  her  \  ou  ha \  e  enough.  \nd  do  ha \  e  enough. 
And  there  are  folks  who  eat  and  eat  again  — 
and  when  I  meet  a  slow  waffle  eater,  I'll  throw 
my  arms  around  thai  guy  and  hold  on  tight. 

You  don't  need  <i  barrel.  Well,  vou  don  1. 
and  maybe  you  ean'l  see  an\  connection  be- 
tween barrels  and  apples,  hut  I  can.    \nd  I'll 

bet  ;i  lot  of  vou  can  too.  For  I  remember  when 

the  neighbors  would  cerlainb  have  talked  il 
vou  didn  l  have  at  least  tint  barrels  of  apples  in 
the  cellar  come  w  inter.  Three  were  much  better 
and  set  a  certain  pace  among  the  red-plush-and- 

anlimaeassar  crowd.  (Continued  an  Pane  10f>i 


PHOTO  BV  STUART-POWUM 


LINE  A  DAY 


1  If  ever  the  English  ballet  troupe  comes  your 
way,  don't  stay  home  and  say,  "I  hate  ballet." 
You  won't  hate  this  one.  You  will  never  forget 
it.  Sadler's  Wells  is  the  name— isn't  that  Old 
English  for  you? 

2  As  rare  as  flowers  in  the  snow  is  a  southern 
pecan  pie  in  a  crust  so  flaky  that  you  have  to 
taste  twice  to  be  sure  there's  a  crust  at  all. 
Covered  with  whipped  cream  or  not.  Pecans 
big  and  sweet.  That's  the  old  South  at  its 
sunny  best. 

H  Brown  Betty  grew  to  fame  in  New  England, 
and  when  it's  made  with  the  kind  of  apples 
they  grow  up  there  and  sweetened  with  maple 
sugar,  it  makes  the  mouth  water  just  to 
remember  it.  Served  always  with  maple- 
sweetened  plain  cream.  Canned  sliced  apples 
(of  New  England  ancestry,  no  doubt)  are  ex- 
cellent for  such  dishes. 

4  For  a  hot  supper  dish,  creamed  white  tuna 
fish,  flaked  but  not  too  flaked  and  put  in  a 
rich  cream  sauce,  served  in  patty  shells,  is 
worth  more  than  one  passing  thought. 
Thoughts  do  pass,  don't  they? 

5  That  reminds  me — I  don't  know  why — to 
remind  you  to  warm  Camembert  or  any  other 
softish  cheese  when  you  serve  it.  Camembert 
ought  to  be  soft  enough  to  run  You'll  run  a 
mile  if  it  isn't. 

6  Now  for  a  little  treasure  of  a  dessert  that 
came  to  me  last  summer  by  way  of  Vienna. 
Take  fresh  lady  fingers  and  soak  them — not 
too  much — in  cream.  That's  the  first  step. 

7  Put  them  in  the  bowl  from  which  they're  to 
be  served.  This  dish  won't  turn  out  pretty  on  a 
platter.  Have  them  crisscross  or  any  old  way 
in  the  bowl.  Fill  with  flavored  whipped  cream. 
Garnish  with  grated  chocolate,  chill,  and  there 
you  are.  "Delicious"  is  the  word. 

it  Zucchini,  that  little  Italian  squash  that 
looks  like  an  overgrown  cucumber,  makes 
quite  a  hit  for  itself  if  you  slice  it.  unpeeled. 
dip  the  slices  in  thin  fritter  batter  and  fry 
them  in  deep  fat.  Drain  well,  salt  and  pepper 
them,  and  you'll  be  surprised. 

J>  Advice  from  the  spaghetti  lover's  column: 
Try  cooking  a  batch  of  spaghetti  or  macaroni 
(the  latter  for  me,  if  you  don't  mind),  drain  it 
to  the  last  drop  and  set  it  aside  in  the  kettle, 
topped  with  a  towel  and  cover,  to  meditate 
while  you  prepare  a  clam  sauce  in  this  wise. 

10  Take  a  couple  of  cans  of  minced  clams, 
juice  and  all.  Make  a  light  really  light 
cream  sauce,  and  that  means  about  like  wind 
heavy  cream.  You  know?  Season  well  and 
heat  your  clams.  Put  clams  and  sauce  to- 
gether and  maybe  season  more.  Taste  it. 


lly  ANM  HATCH  I  I  IH.lt 

11  Now  put  the  spaghetti  and  or.  as  the 
purists  say.  macaroni  in  a  deep,  roomy  cas- 
serole. Pour  in  the  clam  sauce.  Have  the  dish 
full.  Cover  it  with  fine  fresh  cracker  crumbs, 
with  little  pieces  of  butter  disposed  casually 
but  generously  on  top.  Dust  with  paprika  and 
bake  till  the  sauce  bubbles  through.  And  if  you 
wish  to  add  grated  cheese,  add  it  on  top. 

12  Get  for  yourselves  some  fine  shiny  green 
peppers.  Cut  in  two  lengthwise,  take  out  those 
red-hot  seeds,  then  parboil — the  peppers,  not 
the  seeds.  Drain  and  arrange  in  a  greased  bak- 
ing dish.  Fill  the  peppers  with  ham  or  corned- 
beef  hash,  made  hot  beforehand.  Bake  to  a 
nice  brown  and  serve  with  a  green  salad. 

Ul  Let's  try  a  fish  dish  just  because  it's 
January  and  you  can't  go  fishing  nohow.  But 
you  can  buy  some  oysters  and  some  fillet  of 
sole,  as  frozen  as  the  trout  stream,  haunted  in 
the  alders.  Unfreeze  the  sole  and  cut  it  into 
strips.  Drain  the  oysters  and  save  the  liquor. 

I  1  Begin  by  wrapping  each  oyster  in  a  strip  of 
sole  and  pin  with  the  faithful  toothpick.  Saute 
these  in  butter  or  margarine. 

li»  Now  make  a  well-seasoned  cream  sauce. 
Season  with  your  eyes  not  shut  but  not  loo 
open.  If  you  have  at  hand  some  finely  chopped 
fresh  lobster  meat,  add  this  to  the  sauce  and 
cook  a  few  minutes.  Put  the  sole-and-oyster 
business  in  a  shallow  dish,  remove  the  picks, 
add  sauce  and  bake  fifteen  minutes  in  the  oven. 

Hi  Why  not  provide  yourselves  with  a  can  or 
jar  or  two  of  hearts  of  artichoke?  Might  as 
well  now  as  later.  For  once  you  get  the  idea, 
you'll  have  them  on  hand  for  special  occasions. 

1 7  Drain  the  hearts  and  season.  Dip  each  heart 
in  highly  seasoned  cream  sauce,  made  on  the 
thick  side  (croquette  mixture),  cover  with  fine 
cracker  crumbs.  Dip  in  beaten  egg,  again  in 
crumbs  and  fry  in  deep  fat. 

til  From  an  old  cookbook:  "Learn  to  slight 
where  it  will  do  to  slight.  If  a  Porter  House 
steak  is  out  of  the  question,  codfish  in  cream 
is  just  as  filling. "  But  it  isn't  always  a  question 
of  filling- -or  is  it? 

WHAT  HUM  S  THAT  BESPEAK? 
I'lir/ili'  is  I  /»«•  *#»-«/  Inninhl. 

wimi  rfoea  i imi  foretdUT 

.1  iri'ililinn  In  I  In-  mm  in  mi 
1tr  ii  fum-riil  hi'll. 

ItllHIl  in  I  III'  II  «■•./«■#  It  mI,u. 

Ami  iilml  iIih'm  Hint  In  •.inn!.  J 
.  I  i-limilii  ilnii.  n  Hi iibhurn  irnu 

.\iiil  l mill  ilri'imiM  far  In  Hi-i-li. 


1J>  They  call  it  gravy.  I  call  it  sauce.  Here's 
how.  Steam  to  done  a  large  roasting  chicken. 
Cut  off  the  breast  in  four  pieces.  Don't  over- 
look the  fillet.  Take  the  meat  from  the  leg  bones 
and  the  "oysters"  from  the  back.  Saute  lightly 
in  butter  or  margarine.  Use  a  large  spider  (fry 
pan,  of  course). 

20  Now  add  a  large  piece  of  butter  to  the 
chicken.  Sprinkle  with  flour.  Pour  in,  in  slow 
motion,  a  can  of  chicken  broth,  the  strong  kind. 
Stir,  turn  and  add  two  cups  of  heavy  cream. 

21  If  you  stir  and  turn  your  chicken,  you'll 
have  a  sauce  as  smooth  as  a  kitten's  ear.  If  you 
haven't  enough  sauce  (you  need  a  lot)  add 
broth  and  cream  and  turn  and  stir.  Seasoning? 
Salt  and  pepper  and  a  little  savory.  Cook 
slowly.  Stay  with  it. 

22  The  best  way  to  serve  this  good  dish  is  to 
take  the  chicken  out  on  a  hot  platter,  sprinkle 
with  paprika,  and  in  the  center  have  an  ample 
mound  of  cooked  rice  with  sifted  hard-boiled- 
egg  yolk  over  it.  Add  the  sauce  and  you'll  be 
the  Grandma  Moses  of  the  skillet. 

2JJ  Have  you  tried  the  new  quick-cooking 
rice?  Takes  hardly  a  minute  to  cook — and 
you'll  have  white  and  fluffy  rice  every  time. 

2  1  Kentucky  suggests  this  salad:  Hollow  out 
half  a  green  pepper  and  fill  it  with  diced  grape- 
fruit and  apple  mixed  with  mayonnaise.  Gar- 
nish with  walnuts.  Sounds  good,  doesn't  it? 

25  Milk-toast  file:  The  querulous  invalid  who 
demanded  tomato  paste  on  his  milk  toast.  Ate 
it  and  liked  it.  Quite  a  successful  man  today. 
Goes  to  show — or  does  it? 

2<»  A  garnish  for  ham,  baked  or  fried,  is  seed- 
less raisins  parboiled  in  a  little  orange  juice. 
Have  plenty  and  toss  them  up  with  hot  orange 
sections.  Awfully  good.  Awfully! 

27  For  a  delicious  clear  soup,  mix  together  V/i 
cups  each  of  tomato  juice  and  canned  bouil- 
lon, and  J/3  cup  diluted  frozen  orange  juice. 
Heat  and  serve  with  a  slice  of  orange  on  top. 

2H  May  I  say  one  word  of  advice?  Well, 
spare  the  water  when  you  cook  vegetables, 
fresh  or  frozen.  As  for  draining,  no  need  for  it  if 
you  follow  this  advice.  Also,  you'll  eat  better. 

2!»  When  you  bake  corn  or  Johnny  cake,  as  I 
call  it,  baste  it  often,  as  it  bakes,  with  melted 
bufter.  A  word  to  the  wise— to  coin  a  phrase! 

:tO  Cucumbers  and  Brussels  sprouts  and  car- 
rots if  you  wish,  the  same  in  January  as 
July;  sweet  corn  on  the  cob,  and  what  a  lus- 
cious dish!  You  needn't  wait  for  summer  - 
nor  do  [, 

:it  Here  we  are  again,  at  the  end  of  those 
thirty-one  days.  Sort  of  special,  for  it's  New 
Year's.  A  happy  one    this  from  the  heart. 


IIOHffl'.M  IH'SK.N  HV  HOBKR1  N.  7AVUJK 


.VOIE.S'  IIOMF.  JOl  l!\  W. 


The  Red  Lion  Inn,  on  the  Bristol  Pike  near  Philadelphia 
.  .  .  huilt  1730  and  itill  operating 


tmw  stme  •  •  • 

FOLKS  CHEERED  A  SOUP 
THAT    YOU    MAY  HAVE 


ioc/ay/ 


**  Campbell's  make  it  this  *,*  *  . 

a  We,come  today for  s  ?     ^  Umit° 
-J  J  ^ 'tS  ""^^  eating 

'  ■  ■  founded  »'  „»taChieved  freedom  T  5  rhoclM'«l 
by  a  few  homes   "",!0"  '  •  •  murishS  Wst™rd 

noodle  soup.  ^  """-'  fthea.  Amo^hemwasS 

a  SS*"ANood,e  Soup,  as  0am  "  " 

meal  •  •  the  .i  ,  "e  fami  y  lunch  7k  .  make  it,  is 
Cornea  j^*"*  t»oo" 

^ * it  :i  y::uick,y  rcad*  -  ftsaa 


Cl'CKENN00Dlf  ^ 

HF ... 


CHICKEN     NOODLE  SOUP 


62 


LADIES'  HOME  JOT K \  \l. 


Januarj .  14 


Soaping  dulls  hair. 
Halo  glorifies  it ! 


#  Not  a  soap, 

not  a  cream  

Halo  cannot  leave 

/^^^^  dulling,  dirt-catching 

soap  film! 


Removes 
embarrassing 
dandruff  from  both 
hair  and  scalp! 


Yes,  "soaping"  your  hair  with 
even  finest  liquid  or  oily  cream 
shampoos  leaves  dulling, 
dirt-catching  film.  Halo,  made 
with  a  new  patented  ingredient, 
contains  no  soap,  no  sticky  oils. 
Thus  Halo  glorifies  your  hair 
the  very  first  time  you  use  it. 

Ask  for  Halo_.Ammca's 
favorite  shampoo— at  any  drug 
or  cosmetic  counter! 


Gives  fragrant  *  ^lSvK 

soft-water"  lather  L. '  '**  { 

 needs  no  v— 

special  rinse! 


Halo  leaves  hair 

soft,  manageable  

shining  with  colorful 
natural  highlights! 


«.i  VI  i  \>  III  i  i 

(Continued  from  Pa%c  57) 


Lei 


Halo  reveals  the  hidden  beauty  of  your  hair! 


as  his  adopted  father.  Too  much  bread  and 
honey  is  very  indigestible,  as  I've  told  you 
before." 

"Please  sir,  you  must  go  to  London  and 
find  Zachary ! " 

"Why  London?"  asked  the  astonished 
doctor. 

"Parson  Ash  says  that  London  is  the  City 
of  Destruction." 

"Stella,  just  because  you  had  a  nightmare, 
do  you  think  I  should  leave  my  patients  and 
go  tearing  off  on  a  wild-goose  chase  to  Lon- 
don? Mrs.  Baxter  is  going  to  have  a  baby. 
Jo  Stanberry  has  a  whitlow  that  will  need 
lancing  in  a  couple  of  days.  And  there  is  a 
little  girl  with  scarlet  fever  whom  I  do  not 
leave  for  more  than  a  few  hours  at  a  time." 

Stella  was  silent  for  a  while.  Then  she  said, 
"No,  you  can't  go.  But  mon  pere  could  go  to 
London  instead  of  to  Exeter." 

"Is  mon  pere  going  to  Exeter?" 

"Yes.  Sir  George  said  he  could  take  a 
holiday." 

"And  what  makes  you  think  le  Comte  de 
Colbert  will  change  his  plans  because  a  little 
girl  has  had  a  nightmare?" 

"Mon  pere  would  do  anything  in  the  world 
for  me  so  long  as  it  did  not  harm  my  im- 
mortal soul." 

The  doctor,  startled,  looked  down  at  her. 
"Is  mon  pere  suffering  from  any  anxiety 
about  your  soul?"  he  asked  dryly. 

"  He  would  like  me  to  be  a  different  kind 
of  Christian,"  said  Stella.  "  He  would  like  me 

to  be  the  same  kind  as   . 

Mrs.  Loraine  and  him-  ■■■■■■■■■ 
self— and  Zachary.  He 
hasn't  said  that  to  me. 
It  was  Mrs.  Loraine 
who  said  so.  Mon  pere 
will  go." 

The  doctor  was  not 
so  sure.  He  doubted 
that  a  director  of  souls 
would  think  a  little  girl 
should  be  encouraged  to 
take  her  nightmares 
seriously.  But  there  MBH^HMBMH 
was  another  notion  that 
might  move  the  abbe. 

"Stella,"  he  said,  "after  you  have  told  the 
abbe  about  your  nightmare  you  might  give 
him  a  message  from  me.  Ask  him  if  he  dares 
go  to  Newgate  and  make  intimate  contact 
with  the  dirty,  the  ignorant,  the  thieves  and 
the  murderers.  Ask  him  to  remember  a  con- 
versation we  once  had.  Tell  him  to  each 
man  his  own  devil,  and  I  wish  him  good  luck 
if  he  takes  this  chance  of  having  a  tilt  at  his." 

The  morning  continued  hot  and  bright. 
By  midday  the  clouds  were  gathering  on  the 
horizon,  and  by  the  evening  a  storm  was 
brewing.  Mrs.  Loraine  went  to  bed  early  and 
told  Stella  to  go  too.  But  in  her  room,  in- 
stead of  undressing,  Stella  put  on  her  bonnet 
and  a  pair  of  stout  shoes.  She  hated  storms, 
but  Mrs.  Loraine  had  been  ailing  all  day,  and 
she  had  not  been  able  to  go  to  St.  Michael's 
Chapel.  So  she  must  go  now.  To  stay  at  home 
would  be  to  fail  Zachary. 

The  steep  climb  up  Chapel  Hill  taxed  her 
weary  small  body  to  the  utmost,  and  half- 
way up  she  had  to  sit  down  and  rest.  The  bay 
that  had  been  so  blue  and  sparkling  in  the 
morning  was  now  the  color  of  lead. The  clouds 
were  black  and  heavy,  edged  here  and  there 
with  livid  light,  and  every  moment  it  grew 
darker.  It  will  be  dark  in  the  chapel,  thought 
Stella,  as  she  started  to  climb  again. 

Yet,  as  she  came  near,  she  was  astonished 
to  see  light  shining  out  from  the  chapel  win- 
dows. Looking  in,  she  saw  a  lantern  burning 
in  one  of  the  alcoves  in  the  north  wall,  and 
before  the  place  where  the  altar  had  been,  a 
white-haired  man  was  kneeling.  She  gave  a 
cry  of  delight  and  he  turned  and  saw  her, 
then  got  up  and  held  out  his  arms  and  she 
ran  across  the  rocky  fl<x>r  and  fell  into  them. 

"You're  in  trouble,  child?"  asked  Dwabbv. 

"  Ye8,  mon  pere." 

They  sat  down  and  she  poured  out  the 
whole  story,  and  then  carefully  repeated  the 
doctor's  message. 


"You'll  go,  mon  pere?"  asked  Stel 
anxiously. 
"Certainly." 

The  message  was  like  a  trumpet  call,  bi 
the  doctor  had  misjudged  him,  for  he  woul 
have  gone  without  it.  Stella's  tale  of  fairies 
dismissed  as  nonsense,  but  her  dream  he  t 
seriously.  He  knew  better  than  the  doctor  tl 
strength  and  mystery  of  the  union  that  cal 
sometimes  exist  between  a  man  and  a  womai 


in 

ocH 


mystery  have  its  place  in 
^  you :  do  not  be  always  turning,  up 
your  whole  soil  with  the  plough- 
share of  self-examination,  but  leave 
a  little  fallow  corner  in  your  heart 
ready  for  any  seed  the  winds  may 
bring,  and  reserve  a  nook  of  shadow 
for  the  passing  bird:  keep  a  place  in 
your  heart  for  ihe  unexpected  guest, 
an  altar  for  the  Unknown  G<m1. 

— AMIEL. 


Stella  put  her  hand  on  his  knee.  "  Will  it  tj 
all  well,  mon  pere?" 

"Yes,  Stella.  However  bad  this  storm  tha 
has  caught  Zachary,  he'll  come  to  lar, 
safely." 

"  But  he  isn't  caught  in  a  storm,  mon  pere] 
"The  storms  of  nature  aren't  the  only  soi 
of  storms,  Stella."  He  looked  round  at  tn 
chapel,  which  had  become  so  dark  that  witj 
out  the  lantern  they  would  scarcely  hav 
been  able  to  see  each  other.  "Though  there  I 
going  to  be  one  of  the  natural  ones  soon,  I 
think.  A  bad  one  too." 

Going  down  the  steep  path,  they  were  gla 
of  the  abbe's  lantern,  for  they  would  scared 
have  seen  how  to  pick  their  way  over  tl 
rocks  without  it.  The  roll  of  the  thunder  w; 
near  now  and  lightning  was  playing  over  tl 
restless  sea,  but  still  there  was  no  rain. 

It  came  suddenly,  the  wind  tearing 
their  clothes,  driving  the  rain  against  the 
faces.  Before  she  had  time  to  get  wet  t' 
abbe  had  picked  Stella  up  in  his  arms.  Th 

  reached  Mrs.  Lorairo 

■■■■■■■1  house  and  the  at 
opened  the  front  do 
and  set  Stella  down 
the  little  hall. 

Aram  in t a  appeare 
carrying  a  candl 
"Gracious  goodneb 
sir,  you've  never  take 
the  child  out  in  all  th 
wet?" 

"I'm  not  wet,  An 
minta,"said  Stella.  "Ik 
■■■■■■■■■■     de  Colbert  carried  me. 

She  took  off  her  boi 
net  and  stood  smiling  up  at  him.  But  he  d 
not  return  her  smile.  He  stood  as  thouji 
turned  to  stone,  staring  at  the  gold  lock 
round  Stella's  neck. 

"Stella,  the  locket,"  he  said  harsh! 
"Where  did  you  get  it?" 

The  harshness  of  his  tone  so  startled  Stel 
that  unconsciously  she  put  up  her  hands  i 
hide  her  treasure.  "Mother  Sprigg  gave  it  1 
me,"  she  whispered. 

The  abbe  put  a  hand  against  the  wall.  Fbo 
he  adjured  himself.  Gold  lockets  were  not 
rarity.  The  one  he  had  chosen  for  Therfe 
had  been  a  cheap  one,  though  it  had  been  tl 
best  he  could  afford,  and  there  had  probab 
been  another  dozen  in  the  shop  of  the  san 
design.  He  achieved  a  smile  and  bowed. 

"Good-by,  Stella.  I  shall  be  in  London  I 
the  end  of  the  week." 

The  abbe  traveled  up  to  London  in  wii 
and  rain.  He  had  managed  to  secure  a  se 
inside  the  coach,  and  sat  in  his  corn 
wrapped  in  his  cloak  against  the  icy  draft 
with  the  raindrops  that  seeped  through  ti 
roof  dripping  rhythmically  upon  his  hat.  h 
was  astonished  at  himself.  Here  he  was  trav< 
ing  to  London  because  a  little  girl  he  lov< 
had  had  a  nightmare  and  a  country  doctor  h; 
sent  him  a  verbal  challenge  which  his  pride  d 
not  permit  him  toxefuse.  He  was  off  on  a  wfl 
goose  chase.  What  a  fool  he  was  for  Stell 

The  abbe  wasted  no  time.  The  very  ne: 
morning  he  presented  himself  at  Newga 
prison,  joining  the  pitiful  crowd  of  prisoner 
friends  watching  at  the  felons'  door.  Owing 
his  respectable  appearance,  he  was  ushen 
straightway  into  the  anteroom  where  visito 
were  searched.  He  submitted  to  this  proce 
with  cold  distaste,  even  though  in  his  ca| 
only  his  pockets  were  examined. 

The  abbe  lwked  grimly  round  the  dirtl 
dark  room  where  he  was  standing.  I  le  kntj 
how  cruel  penal  laws  of  England  were  at  tr| 
(( 'ontittutd  oh  Paw  t  il 


LADIES'  ItOMI    MH  UN  \l. 


63 


Mrs.  Roosevelt's  flawless  complexion  has  a  special 
there  is  nothing  finer  in  face  care  ti 


cm*/!  •  rv 

-is  a 


Her  Face  speaks  out  to  you 
of  her  <■  ii<- haul i ii 2  Inner  Self 

Something  fresh  and  lovelv  and 
tremendously  appealing  about 
Mrs.  Roosevelt's  face  draws  you 
to  her  immediately.  For 
her  face  gives  out  most  charmingly 
the  completely  enchanting  self 
that  lives  back  of  it. 

Your  face,  too,  can  give  such  a 
happy  impression  of  you. 
Always — your  face  is^fre  vou  that 
others  see  first — remember  best. 
Keep  it,  then,  bright  and 
unclouded  so  that  wherever  you  go 
it  will. 


It  is  flavor  that  wins  you  compliments  on  the  food  you  serve. 
In  Van  Camp's  you  get  flavor  .  .  .  flavor  through  and  through. 

Van  Camp's  exclusive  flavor- penetration   method    imparts  to  every 
plump,  whole  bean  its  brimming  share  of  the  secret,  savory  tomato 
ftr~~->  .  sauce  .  .  .  the  tender,  sugar-cured  pork.  No  other  beans  are  so 

igiitiui  seoonu  sen 


—  a#z</  jAe  cam  9?? a  Ac  new  Aa/?/unei<4 


come  ^cwr  wa//  ^ 


you,  like  so  many  women,  have  that  hamper- 
unhappy  sense  of  being  inadequate?  You  can 
nge  this.  You  have  within  yourself  a  wonderful 
>er  that  can  re-make  you  to  new  loveliness. 

his  power  grows  out  of  the  constant  interaction 
Ween  your  Inner  Self  and  your  Outer  Self — be- 
len  the  way  you  feel  and  the  way  you  look. 
t  is  this  power  that  fills  you  with  a  glow  of  con- 
nce  when  you  know  you  are  charming  to  look  at. 

when  you  are  not  living  up  to  your  best,  it  can 
ulf  you  with  self-doubt.  It  is  the  very  good  rea- 
you  must  never  neglect  the  important  daily 
rils  that  can  add  so  much  to  your  outer  loveliness 
id  your  inner  happiness. 

"Outside-Inside"  Face  Treatment 

i't  ever  imagine  your  face  is  going  to  show  the 
Id  your  loveliest  self,  without  a  little  of  the  right 
suasive  encouragement  from  you — every  day. 


This  "Outside-Inside"  Face  Treatment  with  Pond's 
Cold  Cream  brings  lovely  help  to  faces,  you'll  dis- 
cover. Always  at  bedtime  (for  day  cleansing,  too)  be 
sure  to  cream  your  face  with  Pond's — like  this: 

Hot  Stimulation — splash  your  face  with  hot  water. 
Cream  Cleanse — swirl  Pond's  Cold  Cream  all  over  your 

face.  This  light  fluffy  cream  will  soften  and  sweep  dirt, 

make-up  from  pore  openings.  Tissue  off  well. 
Cream  Rinse — swirl  on  a  second,  soft  Pond's  creaming. 

This  rinses  off  last  traces  of  dirt,  leaves  skin  lubricated, 

immaculate.  Tissue  off  again. 
Cold  Stimulation — give  your  face  a  tonic  cold  water  splash. 

Literally,  this  "Outside-Inside"  Face  Treatment 
acts  on  both  sides  of  your  skin— From  the  Outside— 
Pond's  Cold  Cream  softens  ami  sweeps  away  surface 
dirt,  make-up,  as  you  massage.  From  the  Inside — 
every  step  of  this  treatment  stimulates  beauty- 
giving  circulation. 

Mrs.  Roosevelt  says.  "I'm  enthusiastic  about  this 
face  treatment  with  Pond's.  It  gives  results  imme- 


diately—makes my  skin  feel  fresh  and  soft  and 
especially  clean." 

Remember — it  is  not  vanitj  to  develop  the  beaut] 
of  your  lace.  When  you  look  lovely— everything 
you  do  takes  on  a  happier  significance.  And  ibis 
happiness  you  show  has  a  magnetic  way  of  bringing 
others  closer  to  the  real  Inner  You. 


YOUR  FACE  IS  WHAT  YOl  M  VKK  IT— Care  for  your  face  this 
rewarding  Pond's  way.  Gel  a  hit:  jar  of  Pond's  Cold  Cream — today! 


61 


LADIES'  ROME  JOrRVXI. 


January,  19." 


VELRICH 


(Continued  from  Page  62) 
time,  and  for  what  slight  offenses  men  and 
women  were  tortured  and  hanged. 

He  went  down  a  stone  passage  to  a  door 
which  a  turnkey,  keeping  guard  beside  it, 
unlocked  and  unbolted.  Passing  through,  he 
found  himself  in  a  long  narrow  passage,  its 
walls  formed  of  iron  bars.  On  one  side  was  a 
yard  where  the  prisoners  were  exercised,  and 
on  the  other,  behind  a  double  grating,  was  the 
first  of  the  prison  wards. 

It  was  even  worse  than  he  had  thought.  He 
forced  himself  to  look  steadily  at  the  inmates 
of  the  dreadful  cage.  Most  of  them  looked 
inhuman  and  many  were  only  half  clothed. 
The  dirt  and  overcrowding,  the  noise  and 
stench  were  horrible.  Many  of  the  men  were 
sodden  with  drink,  for  they  could  purchase 
liquor  in  the  prison.  There  were  young  boys 
there,  and  it  was  among  them  that  the  abbe 
searched.  But  he  could  not  find  Zachary. 
He   turned  awav, 


NO  WONDER  THEY 


Made  with  delrich- plump,  tender 
muffins  have  a  richer,  finer  flavor 
than  tasteless  shortenings  can  pos- 
sibly give !  Serve  them  proudly  .  .  . 
piping  hot,  fragrant  from  the  oven 
. . .  lavishly  spread  with  sweet,  won- 
derfully fresh  delrich. 


and  found  again  the 
turnkey  who  had  let 
him  in. 

"Are  these  con- 
demned men?"  he 
asked. 

"Yes,  sir.  Men  con- 
demned to  the  hulks 
or  Botany  Bay." 
"For  what?" 
The  turnk  ey 
shrugged.  "Smug- 
gling in  rope  to  a  pris- 
oner, maybe.  Hiding 
a  thief  or  receiving 
stolen  goods.  Some 
minor  offense." 

"Have  they  been 
here  long?  " 

"Months,  some  of 
'em,  waiting  in,  trial, 
and  then  waiting  to 
be  sent  to  the  hulks," 
the  turnkey  said. 
/"Where  are  the 
men  condemned  to 
the  gallows?" 

"In  cells,  sir.  You 
can't  see  those." 

"And  the  untried 
men?" 

"Round  the  other 
side  of  the  yard,  sir." 

The  abbe  walked 
round  to  the  other 
side.  The  scene  here 
was  much  the  same, 
but  not  quite  so  ter- 
-Nefbeca>.w  the  men 
*  -'  had  cot  been  here  sc 


their  response  one  to  the  other.  Nothing  the 
had  happened  since  had  had  any  power  { 
destroy  the  instant  liking  that  had  bee 
like  a  bridge  between  them.  It  must  sti 
hold.  He  did  not  shout  again,  but  with  h 
eyes'on  Zachary,  he  set  himself  to  cross  it. 

Zachary  turned  and  their  eyes  met  just  l 
a  turnkey's  hand  descended  on  the  abbi 
shoulder  and  he  was  pulled  from  the  bar 
The  abbe  could  see  tears  pouring  down  tl 
boy's  face,  the  tears  of  a  child  awaking  sik 
denly  from  nightmare.  The  abbe  waved  hj 
hat,  turned  and  made  his  way  back  int 
the  outer  world. 

The  abbe  had  all  the  aristocrat's  power  d 
getting  what  he  wanted  with  the  minimuii 
of  difficulty.  The  letters  of  introductio 
which  he  needed  were  soon  in  his  possessioi 
and  three  days  later  the  governor  of  th 
prison  allowed  him  an  interview  with  Zacl 
ary.  They  had  ver 


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A  slice  of  summer  leans  in  through 
The  January  high  barn  door 

Opening  to  the  low  wide  sun, 
The  chaff  is  topazes  on  the  floor. 

Three  pitchforks  leaning  on  the 
mow 

Make  long  shadows  with  their 
prongs, 

Three  cats  huddle  with  closed  eyes 
And  boil  and  overflow  with  songs. 

This  summer  only  five  feet  wide 
Draws  the  barn  cats  from  the 

cows; 

In  their  tie-up  the  cows  sense 
This  hot  light  between  the  mows. 

The  stanchion  chains  creak  on  the 
poles, 

Cows  grow  uneasy  with  their 
yearning; 
The  cats  make  all  they  can  of  the  sun 
And  seethe  and  bubble  with  their 
burning. 


little  time,  but,  daze 
though  he  looked 
Zachary  had  the  fad 
of  the  case  clearly  i 
his  mind.  "If  I  kille 
Mike  I'll  be  tried  f< 
manslaughter;  if  I  di, 
not  kill  him,  only  ft, 
assault.  But  I'll  hav 
to  wait  months  for  m 
trial 

"I  can  see  to  it  th« 
you  are  committed  fi 
trial  quickly.  But  fir 
I  must  find  out  whi 
happened  to  Mike 

"I  should  like 
know  that  I  did  n 
kill  Mike,"  said  Zac 
ary.  He  spoke  quietl 
but  the  abbe  was  aw? 
of  his  misery 

"Alive  or  dead,  1 
has  not  the  stain  > 
murder  on  his  soul 

"No,"  said  Zacl 
ary.  That  fact  ws 
the  only  comfort  th; 
he  had.  "The  da 
tor — my  father  - 
he  went  on. 

"I  will  write  nil 
tonight." 

"And  Stella,"  sai 
Zachary 


They  know  this  summer  they  *ing  in 
Will  in  the  hour  climb  the  wall. 


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against  the  double 
bars,  but  he  could  not 
see  Zachary. 

Under  a  grating  high  in  the  wall  a  wooden 
wash  tub  had  been  set,  and  four  or  five  men 
were  gathered  about  it  attempting  to  wash 
their  clothes.  The  water  in  the  tub  appeared 
filthy,  the  rags  they  were  wringing  out  of  it 
scarcely  less  so,  yet  the  abbe  found  the  sight 
heartening.  Here  were  a  few  men  struggling 
after  decency.  One  of  them,  stripped  to  the 
waist,  had  his  back  to  the  abbe.  He  was  a  tall 
boy  with  dark  tumbled  hair  and  a  thin  brown 
back  upon  which  the  ribs  showed  starkly.  He 
half  turned,  but  before  the  abbe  could  see  his 
face  the  gap  in  the  crowd  had  closed  again. 
It  might  have  been  Zachary,  or  it  might  not. 

Suddenly  he  saw  him  again.  He  had  fin- 
ished his  bit  of  washing  and  hung  it  on  a  nail 
to  dry,  and  now  he  was  leaning  against  the 
wall,  shivering  without  his  shirt.  He  was 
Zachary,  but  so  changed  that  for  a  full  mo- 
ment the  abbe  was  not  quite  certain. 

He  was  not  looking  at  the  abbe,  and  the 
turnkeys  were  coming  down  the  passage, 
shouting  that  the  visiting  hour  was  over.  The 
abbe  called  "Zachary!"  but  his  voice  did  not 
carry  to  where  the  boy  stood.  Then  the  turn- 
keys were  among  them,  seizing  visitors  by 
their  shoulders  and  pulling  them  away  from 
the  bars.  The  abbe,  in  desperation,  remem- 
bered their  meeting  in  his  sitting  room  after 
the  wrestling  match,  and  how  quick  had  been 


"There 
Hinder,  ' 

!>prt 

niAn\ 

■nletoldZ*-: 

ary  the  story  of  Stc 

la's  dream;  not  fo: 
getting  Grann 
Bogan,  the  rue  and  the  fairies'  well.  To  hi« 
these  three  were  mere  incidental  addition 
but  he  liked  to  speak  of  them  in  this  terrib 
cell.  The  fairy  world  might  have  no  exis 
ence,  but  the  thought  of  it  purified  the  ai 
Zachary  suddenly  laughed,  and  the  lauf 
startled  the  abbe,  for  this  was  surely  the  fir  j 
time  that  anv  man  had  ever  laughed  in  th 
cell. 

"  She's  a  white  witch ! "  chuckled  Zachar 
The  key  grated  in  the  lock  and  the  abi 
thanked  heaven  that  he  had  just  had  time  i 
admit  the  fairies  to  Newgate  prison. 

The  abbe  now  passed  his  days  trampir 
through  the  streets  of  Ixmdon  toiling  f< 
Zachary.  Daily,  too,  he  attended  mass  an 
daily  he  said  his  offices. 

After  anxious  search  he  found  (he  office] 
of  the  watch  who  had  arrested  Zachary.  H 
discovered  that  in  England  at  this  dai 
method  in  the  maintenance  of  order  was 
conspicuously  absent  as  justice  in  the  a« 
ministration  of  law.  The  men  vaguely  I 
membered  that  a  dark  young  fellow  he 
killed  another  young  fellow  with  red  hai 
They  had  taken  one  to  prison  and  the  oth« 
to  the  mortuary.  They  suddenly  rememben 
that  the  corpse  had  shown  signs  of  life  befo: 
it  reached  its  destination  and  that  they  hi 
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pital?  It  might  have  been  Guy's.  Then  one 
of  them  felt  in  his  pocket  and  produced  two 
curiously  shaped  bits  of  wood,  with  a  length 
of  cord  wrapped  round  them. 

"Found  it  on  the  cobbles  where  the  lads 
had  been  fighting."  he  said. 

"What  is  it?"  asked  the  abbe. 

"Couldn't  tell  you.  sir.  Looks  like  it  might 
be  a  sort  of  top." 

The  abbe  in  his  turn  pocketed  the  toy.  It 
might  come  in  useful.  Then,  slipping  a  gold 
piece  into  each  grimy  palm,  he  reminded 
them  that  they  would  be  called  upon  to  give 
evidence  and  hoped  their  report  of  the 
prisoner  would  be  favorable. 

He  went  immediately  to  Guy's  Hospital 
and  found  the  wards  there  only  slightly  less 
terrible  than  those  of  Newgate. 

There  was  no  Michael  Burke  upon  the  hos- 
pital books.  The  porter  cheerfully  remarked 
that  not  every  young  ragamuffin  brought  in 
from  a  street  accident  was  in  a  state  to  re- 
member his  name— but  the  gentleman  was  at 
liberty  to  look  round  the  place  and  see  what 
he  could  find.  So  for  an  hour  the  abbe 
tramped  through  the  wards,  stopping  at 
every  bed  that  had  a  redheaded  boy  in  it  and 
asking  if  his  name  was  Michael  Burke. 

Among  those  was  a  lanky  boy  with  be- 
wildered, unfocused  green  eyes,  an  arrogant 
child's  mouth  and  a  bandage  round  his  head. 
The  abbe  liked  his  ugly  face.  He  sat  down  on 
the  bed  and  asked  if  he  was  Michael  Burke. 
There  was  no  answer,  but  the  green  eyes 
turned  in  his  direction  and  suddenly  focused 
upon  his  face  with  a  distinct  expression  of 
pleasure.  The  abbe  took  the  bull-roarer  from 
his  pocket  and  held  it  out  on  the  palm  of  his 
hand.  The  boy  smiled.  The  abbe  put  the 
thing  in  the  hand  lying  on  the  dirty  blanket ; 
the  boy's  fingers  closed  upon  it  and  he  fell 
asleep. 

The  abbe  remained  until  the  visiting  hour 
was  over  and  an  irritable  ward  attendant  re- 
quested him  to  remove  himself  at  once. 

"What  are  his  injuries?"  asked  the  abbe. 

"Bruises,  a  few  teeth  knocked  out.  con- 
cussion and  a  cut  head." 

"Will  he  live?" 

"Live!"  The  attendant  snorted  contemp- 
tuously. ' '  Skull  of  an  ox  and  a  hide  to  match. 
In  another  three  or  four  days  he'll  remember 
all  about  himself." 

The  abbe  rose.  "I  shall  return  in  three 
days,"  he  said,  and  left  the  hospital. 

He  was  satisfied  that  this  was  Mike,  and, 
with  Zachary  cleared  of  the  charge  of  man- 
slaughter, proceeded  to  pay  a  few  visits  upon 
persons  of  importance  in  the  legal  world. 
Two  evenings  later  he  found  himself  sit- 
ting with  a  judge,  receiving  a  promise  that 
Mr.  Midshipman  Anthony  Louis  Mary 
O'Connell  should  be  sent  up  for  trial  with 
all  possible  speed. 

During  the  days  of  waiting  he  visited 
Zachary  at  Newgate  and  Mike  at  Guy's 
Hospital.  Conversation  with  Zachary  was 
practically  impossible,  but  he  had  been  able 
to  shout  the  information  that  Mike  was 
alive  and  recovering. 

Zachary  looked  more  like  a  scarecrow 
every  day,  and  his  body  was  covered  with 
bruises  and  sores,  but,  now  that  he  knew 
about  Mike,  his  eyes  were  peaceful. 

Mike  recovered  rapidly.  The  dirt,  noise 
and  stench  of  the  hospital  did  not  worry  him, 
but  his  own  inaction  drove  him  wild,  and  he 
was  so  profane  and  furious  a  patient  that 
the  abbe  was  given  permission  to  remove  him 
at  the  first  possible  moment. 

The  evening  before  he  fetched  Mike  from 
the  hospital  he  went  to  the  inn  where  Zach- 
ary and  Mike  had  stayed,  to  pay  their  bill 
and  see  if  their  belongings  were  still  in  exist- 
ence. The  landlady  had  packed  up  their 
things  and  kept  them. 

Alone  in  his  room,  the  abbe  laid  out 
Mike's  things  ready  for  him,  but  Zachary's 
he  put  away.  He  smiled  at  the  contrast 
between  Mike's  rags  and  Zachary's  neatly 
mended  shirts  and  socks,  and  at  the  means  of 
recreation  with  which  each  boy  bad  provided 
himself.  Mike's  rags  were  folded  round  a 
mouth  organ,  a  concertina,  and  a  birdscarer's 
clapper  from  Corsica.  Zachary's  shirts  were 
wrapped  round  his  few  and  precious  books. 
The  abbe  picked  up  the  little  Shakespeare. 


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66 

The  summer  breeze,  blowing  through  the 
open  window,  took  a  slip  of  paper  that  was 
between  the  pages  and  carried  it  to  the  floor. 
He  picked  it  up,  glanced  at  it.  and  instantly 
the  room  spun  round  him. 

"Love  is  the  divinity  who  creates  peace 
among  men  and  calm  upon  the  sea,  the  wind- 
less silence  of  storms,  repose  and  sleep  in 
sadness.  Love  sings  to  all  things  which  live 
and  are,  soothing  the  troubled  minds  of  gods 
and  men." 

First  Stella's  locket  and  now  this.  He 
recognized  Doctor  Crane's  handwriting.  The 
doctor  had  written  out  these  words  for  the 
son  he  loved  even  as  he  had  written  them  for 
the  wife  he  loved.  He  put  the  paper  back. 

Next  day  he  fetched  Mike  in  a  hackney 
coach  and  put  him  to  bed  in  his  own  four- 
poster.  As  there  was  no  vacant  bed  in  the 
house,  the  abbe  slept  on  a  paillasse  on  the 
floor.  Mike  protested,  but  found  his  fury  no 
match  for  the  determination  of  his  host. 

"I  saw  foreign  service  in  the  army,"  the 
abbe  assured  the  astonished  Mike.  "I've 
learned  to  sleep  in  a  ditch,  behind  a  haystack 
or  on  a  bare  floor — anywhere." 

Though  he  had  been  so  wildly  impatient  in 
hospital,  Mike  was  the  reverse  here.  The 
quiet  room  soothed  him.  The  fact  that 
Zachary  had  half  killed  him  had  roused 
in  him  not  resentment,  but  a  deep  respect. 
Any  fellow  who  could  half  kill  him,  Mike 
Burke,  in  fair  fight,  was  the  devil  of  a 
fellow.  And  but  for  Zachary  he'd  have  mur- 
dered that  poor  fellow  who'd  gone  off  with 
the  bull-roarer  and  his  purse.  Zachary  had 
saved  him  from  doing 

good  many  detestable  ■■■■■■^^■■1 
things,  but  never  from 
any  act  quite  so  hate- 
ful as  that  would  have 
been.  He  vowed  that  in 
the  future  he'd  try  to 
do  what  Zachary 
wanted  him  to  do.  He'd 
chuck  away  the  bull- 
roarer  and  he'd  go  to 
Gentian  Hill.  But  the 
abbe  insisted  that  he 
should  visit  his  guard-  UMHHMMMH 
ian  first.  Two  days  later 
Mike  climbed  upon  the  coach  for  Bath,  the 
mouth  organ,  the  concertina  and  the  clapper 
carefully  packed  among  his  shirts,  but  the 
bull-roarer  left  behind. 

Five  days  later  the  abbe's  four-poster  once 
more  had  a  boy  in  it,  and  this  time  the  boy 
was  Zachary.  The  judge  had  been  as  good  as 
his  word.  After  a  mere  formality  of  a  trial, 
at  which  the  officers  of  the  watch  had  given 
favorable  evidence,  Zachary  was  set  free. 

For  three  days  and  nights  he  slept  con- 
stantly, rousing  only  when  the  abbe  shook 
him  awake  to  feed  him. 

They  were  amazingly  happy  together. 
Zachary  lay  with  his  arms  behind  his  head, 
watching  the  abbe.  The  dusk  was  blue  out- 
side the  window  and  ten  minutes  earlier  the 
candle  had  been  lit.  It  illumined  the  abbe's 
bent  white  head,  his  absorbed  face  and  his 
hand  guiding  the  quill  pen  over  the  paper 
but  left  the  rest  of  the  room  in  shadow. 

Zachary  sighed  luxuriously.  He  had  eaten 
a  large  supper,  gone  to  sleep  and  awakened  to 
the  most  extraordinary  sense  of  well-being. 

The  abbe  got  up  and  touched  the  boy 
gently  on  the  shoulder.  "Tell  me  how  you 
found  Stella." 

Zachary  told  him,  and  then  the  talk 
drifted  to  love  and  its  mystery.  "Love  sings 
to  all  things  which  live  and  are,  soothing  the 
troubled  minds  of  gods  and  men,"  murmured 
Zachary.  stifling  a  yawn. 

"Contained  in  a  passage  written  on  a 
scrap  of  paper  in  your  Shakespeare,"  said  the 
abbe.  "It  fell  out  when  I  was  putting  the 
book  away." 

"The  doctor  wrote  it  out  for  me  when  I 
went  to  sea,"  said  Zachary.  "He  thought  I'd 
like  to  have  it  because  it  was  written  on  a 
scrap  of  paper  in  Stella's  locket." 

The  abbe  leaned  forward.  "  Did  the  doctor 
tell  you  anything  about  Stella  when  he  gave 
you  that  scrap  of  paper?" 

Zachary  answered,  "He  told  me  how  she 
came  to  be  adopted  by  Father  and  Mother 
Sprigg." 


^  The  times  are  appropriate  for  us 
^  to  reform  backward :  by  dissent 
rather  than  aeeord.  Since  I  profit 
little  by  good  examples,  which  are 
rare.  I  make  use  of  bad.  which  arc 
plentiful  enough.  I  try  to  become  as 
agreeable  as  I  see  others  offensive,  as 
constant  as  others  are  feeble,  as 
gentle  as  others  are  gruff,  and  as  tie- 
cent  as  others  are  unspeakable. 

—  MONTAIGNE. 


Januarj .  1051) 

"Tell  me  all  you  know  about  that  adop- 
tion," said  the  abbe. 

Zachary  told  him.  He  was  still  completely1, 
in  the  dark,  yet  aware  that  each  of  his  worth 
was  aging  the  abbe  like  so  many  years.  For 
the  impact  of  great  joy  can  in  the  first  mo- 
ments be  as  anguishing  as  the  impact  oil 
grief. 

The  abbe  stretched  out  his  arms,  let  themj 
fall  with  a  gesture  of  release.  "Years  ago 4 
had  a  wife  and  child,"  he  said.  "I  thought 
I  had  lost  them  both  in  the  wreck  of  the  Anv 
phion.  Now— I  think— I  still  have  a  child.' 

Stella?"  asked  Mrs.  Loraine,  glancinj 
up  at  the  abbe  as  they  stood  together  in  ha 
parlor.  "She  went  with  Araminta  to  thi 
almshouses.  We  heard  that  old  GrannJ 
Bogan  died  in  her  sleep  last  night.  Stelfl 
wished  to  take  flowers  to  lay  on  her  bed.' 

The  abbe  made  the  sign  of  the  cross  anc 
said  a  wordless  prayer  for  Granny  Bogan 
Then  he  bent,  took  Mrs.  Loraine's  hand 
kissed  it  with  ceremonious  courtesy.  "Lab 
madame,  I  shall  have  so  much  to  tell 
Will  you  excuse  me  now?" 

He  encountered  Stella  and  Araminta 
far  from  the  church.  He  looked  at  Stelli 
hungrily.    No  wonder  her  smile  had 
stabbed  him  at  their  first  meeting,  for  it  waj 
Therese's  own. 

He  turned  to  Araminta.  "Will  you  go  bad 
to  your  mistress?  I  have  her  permission  ti 
greet  your  young  charge  after  my  retun 
from  London." 

"Will  Zachary  be  home  soon,  mon  pere? 

asked  Stella  eagerly,  a 
■■M^HBMH  soon  as  they  were  alon 
In  the  years  to  com 
out  of  his  own  expe 
ience,  he  would  unde 
stand  better  than  an' 
one  else  how  she  k 
about  Zachary.  Tht 
did  not  walk  on  unl 
there  was  nothing  moi 
that  she  wanted  to  sa 
about  Zachary. 

' '  You    took  you 
flowers    to  Grann 
Bogan?  "  he  asked  whe 
they  were  walking  up  the  path  toward  ti 
church. 
"Yes." 

He  had  wondered  how  he  would  begin  i 
tell  her,  and  now  the  beginning  came  easil; 
"Stella,  I  am  going  to  tell  you  a  story  abol 
myself." 

"Yes,"  said  Stella,  and  moved  a  littj 
nearer  to  him. 

"When  I  was  a  younger  man.  befoi 
I  became  a  priest,  I  had  a  wife  and  bab 
daughter.  I  had  to  go  to  Ireland  and  lea\ 
them  in  England.  They  tried  to  follow  m 
but  the  ship  on  which  they  embarked  w< 
wrecked  at  Plymouth.  I  came  back 
Plymouth  and  they  told  me  that  my  wi 
and  child  were  dead.  I  went  back  to  Irelai 
in  great  grief,  and  I  became  a  priest.  Ju 
lately  I  have  found  that  the  baby  girl  w 
saved." 

"What  was  the  name  of  the  ship,  m 
pere?"  How  practical  she  was,  how  blessed 
practical,  like  Therese. 

"The  Amphion.  My  child  was  brought 
Gentian  Hill  and  became  the  adopted  chi 
of  Father  and  Mother  Sprigg." 

How  abruptly  he  had  spoken!  Wh 
a  fool  he  was,  he  thought.  He  dared  n 
look  at  her.  At  last  he  turned,  and  she  w 
looking  up  at  him  with  a  warm  and  glowii 
face. 

"I  am  glad  it  is  you,"  she  said.  Thi 
abruptly  she  began  to  cry,  quietly,  and  1 
took  her  in  his  arms  to  comfort  her. 

"  Do  you  remember  anything  at  all  of  yo' 
mother?"  he  asked. 

"Only  how  tight  her  arms  were  when  the 
was  all  the  noise  and  fire  and  water." 

"Forget  the  noise  and  lire  and  water, 
said  almost  sternly.  "It  passed  quickly 
earthly  life  passes  quickly  and  then  we  or> 
blind  eyes." 

They  walked  toward  Torre,  hardly  sjxa 
ing.  At  Mrs.  Loraine's  gate  Stella  stoppt 

"Father,"  she  said,  "I  must  go  at  or 
to  Mother  and  Father  Sprigg." 

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(Continued  from  Page  66) 
"After  we've  seen  Mrs.  Loraine  I'll  get  a 
chaise  and  take  you  there."  He  had  never 
loved  her  so  much  for  anything  as  for  this. 

At  Mrs.  Loraine's  suggestion  Stella  stayed 
on  at  Weekaborough;  partly  for  the  harvest- 
ing, partly  for  the  comforting  of  Mother 
Sprigg.  The  finding  of  her  real  father  had  in- 
creased, not  lessened,  Stella's  love  for  her 
foster  parents. 

And  the  abbe  managed  to  make  it  clear 
that  he  was  not  going  to  take  her  away  from 
them.  He  was  a  priest  now  and  had  no  right 
to  home  or  family.  As  soon  as  possible  he  was 
leaving  Torre  and  going  to  work  in  London. 
He  would  come  to  see  Stella  as  often  as  he 
could  but,  until  she  married,  her  home  would 
be  with  Father  and  Mother  Sprigg  and 
Mrs.  Loraine,  as  before. 

"And  if  she  marries  Zachary,"  Father 
Sprigg  said  privately  to  the  abbe,  "her  home 
will  always  be  here.  I've  no  near  kin  of  my 
own  and  I'll  make  them  my  heirs.  I  like  the 
lad.  It's  odd,  sir,  how  he  cares  for  the  place. 
Might  have  been  born  here." 

The  abbe  smiled.  He  had  come  this  morn- 
ing to  see  Stella,  and  Father  Sprigg  had  taken 
a  short  time  from  work  to  sit  with  him  in  the 
little  green  parlor. 

"Will  she  marry  the  lad,  do  you  think, 
sir?"  continued  Father  Sprigg. 

"I  think  she  will."  said  the  abbe. 

"In  another  two  years,  maybe,"  mused 
Father  Sprigg.  "Fifteen  is  a  good  marriage- 
able age.  My  own  wife,  she  was  seventeen 
when  I  married  her,  but  I  was  sorry  I'd  not 
had  her  earlier.  She  was  a  bit  set  upon  her 
own  way  by  that  time.  The  younger  they 
are,  the  easier  brought  to  heel." 

The  abbe  smiled  again.  He  could  not 
visualize  Zachary  bringing  Stella  to  heel.  It 
was  more  likely  to  be  the  other  way  round. 

"Well,  I  must  be  getting  back  to  the 
field,"  said  Father  Sprigg.  "You'll  find 
Stella  in  the  walled  garden,  sir." 

The  abbe  walked  with  Father  Sprigg  down 
to  the  garden  gate,  then  made  his  way 
through  the  vegetable  garden  and  lifted  the 
latch  of  the  green  door  under  the  stone  arch 
that  led  to  the  walled  garden. 

Stella  was  sitting  on  a  bench  sewing,  her 
workbox  beside  her.  She  jumped  up,  curtsied 
and  bent  her  head  for  the  blessing  he  always 
gave  her  now.  Then  they  sat  down  together 
and  the  abbe  stretched  out  his  long  legs  and 
sighed  contentedly,  while  Stella  continued 
to  stitch  silently. 

The  abbe  liked  the  walled  garden  better 
than  any  other  place  at  Weekaborough. 
He  supposed  that  when  he  was  too  old  to 
work  any  longer  he  would  live  out  his  last 
years  here,  sitting  in  the  sun  on  this  very 
bench  perhaps,  with  one  of  Stella's  little  girls 
sitting  beside  him,  sewing. 

Stella  ran  out  into  the  garden  and  across 
the  lane  to  the  fields.  She  walked  slowly 
up  the  hill,  lifting  her  flowered  linen  skirts 
in  both  hands  above  the  dew.  To  one  side 
of  the  yew  tree  she  could  see  the  man  in 
the  moon  with  his  bundle  on  his  back.  At 
sight  of  him  she  stopped  and  an  almost  un- 
bearable longing  swept  over  her.  "Zachary ! " 
she  cried.  "Zachary ! "  and  did  not  know  that 
she  had  cried  aloud.  A  tall  figure  moved  out 
from  beneath  the  tree,  across  the  face  of  the 
moon.  He  stood  there  and  called  to  her. 

"Stella!  Stella!" 

Gradually  she  became  aware  of  the  feel  of 
his  coat  beneath  her  cheek,  of  his  shoulders 
beneath  her  clinging  hands.  The  yew  tree 
seemed  spangled  with  stars,  like  a  Christmas 
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face  down  to  hers.  It  was  a  strangely  un- 
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bay.  The  young  captain  of  the  first  frigate 
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over,  he  was  returning  from  his  last  voyage. 
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moment,  yet  now  he  was  sorry.  He  supposed 
it  was  always  that  way.  A  man  looked  for- 
ward to  the  ending  of  a  way  of  life  that  had 
been  difficult,  and  then  when  the  end  came 
he  felt  regret.  Yet  the  new  way  before 
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He  suddenly  relaxed  and  smiled,  as  though 
a  hand  had  touched  him.  Stella,  down  in  the 


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cabin,  had  known  how  he  was  feeling.  He  did 
not  allow  her  to  be  with  him  on  the  poop — 
it  was  bad  for  discipline — and  on  board  his 
ship,  though  nowhere  else,  she  always  obeyed 
him.  But  it  never  seemed  to  make  much  dif- 
ference if  they  were  apart,  for  she  knew  what 
he  was  thinking. 

Ever  since  her  twentieth  birthday  she  had 
been  going  to  sea  with  him  whenever  she 
could,  and  he  had  been  much  censured  for 
allowing  a  lovely  young  wife  to  undergo  such 
hardship  and  danger.  But  it  was  not  a  ques- 
tion of  allowing,  for  if  it  was  possible  for  her 
to  go  she  would  not  stay  behind.  He  had 
married  her  when  she  was  fifteen,  and  her 
adventurous  spirit  had  welcomed  life  at  sea 
with  a  joy  that  had  communicated  itself  to 
Zachary.  Because  Stella  liked  being  a  sailor 
he  began  to  like  being  one  too. 

They  were  drawing  near  to  the  harbor  now 
and  his  thoughts  went  to  those  who  waited 
for  them  at  home.  Doctor  Crane,  who  seemed 
to  become  more  truly  his  father  with  every 
year  that  passed.  Father  Sprigg,  grown  old 
now  and  glad  to  have  Zachary  take  the 
burden  of  the  farm  off  his  shoulders.  Mother 
Sprigg,  grown  older  but  not  changed  very 
much.  Stella's  father,  still  toiling  in  London, 
but  never  forgetting  them,  seeing  them 
whenever  he  could.  And  for  these  four  they 
would  have  great  news,  for  Stella's  first  child 
would  be  born  in  the  spring. 

He  heard  a  light  step  behind  him  anc  the 
rustle  of  a  woman's  skirt.  Stella,  just  this 
once,  had  disobeyed  and  come  to  him  upon 
the  poop.  He  did  not  move,  and  when  she 
reached  him  she  did  not  speak,  for  the  crew 
could  see  them.  She  stood  beside  him,  her 
shoulder  lightly  touching  his.  She  was 
happy,  he  knew,  with  a  flush  on  her  sun- 
burned cheeks,  and  her  gray  eyes  full  of 
light,  and  she  was  holding  her  head  high  so 
that  the  hood  of  her  cloak  had  fallen  back 
and  her  dark  curls  were  blowing  about  her 

Stella  fitted  her  shoulder  more  comfortably 
against  her  husband's  and  their  hands  touched 
as  they  swung  together  to  the  rise  and  fall  of 
the  ship.  Somewhere  on  land  a  bell  tolled  the 
hour  It  was  eight  o'clock,  and  in  a  world  at 
oeace  they  had  come  home.         the  END 


PROGRESS  IN  THE  FIGHT  AGAINST 

TUBERCULOSIS 


The  outlook  for  controlling  tuber- 
culosis grows  brighter  each  year. 
In  fact,  the  death  rate  from  this 
disease  has  declined  more  than  80 
per  cent  since  1900  and  more  than 
one  third  from  1940  through  1948. 

Authorities  emphasize,  however, 
that  continued  improvement  in  the 
mortality  from  tuberculosis  depends 
upon  finding  every  case,  treating  it 
promptly,  and  preventing  the  spread 
of  infection  to  others.  They  also  hope 
that  further  technological  develop- 
ments will  prove  valuable  in  the 
treatment  of  this  disease. 


Efforts  toward 
early  discovery 

New  tuberculosis  cases  are  being 
discovered  in  greater  numbers  than 
heretofore  as  a  result  of  modern 
diagnostic  techniques.  In  fact,  dur- 
ing the  past  8  years,  the  number  of 
new  cases  actually  reported  increased 
by  nearly  one  third.  This  reflects  the 
progress  that  physicians,  health  au- 
thorities, and  others  are  making  in 
their  efforts  to  discover  tuberculosis 
early.  For  example,  some  ten  million 
people  in  our  country  are  now  being 
X-rayed  each  year  to  help  protect 
themselves  and  their  families. 


In  addition  to  X-rays,  other  diag- 
nostic aids  such  as  tuberculin  tests 
and  fluoroscopic  examinations  make 


MttitorOLiTAN  urt  tNiuaAN 


Metropolitan  Life 
Insurance  Company 

(A  MUTUAL    ^  COMPANY) 
1  Madison  Avenue,  New  Yoke  10.  N.  Y. 


it  possible  to  discover  tuberculosis  in 
its  early  stages  and  commence  treat- 
ment before  it  spreads. 

Old  and  New  Weapons 
help  in  the  fight 

Rest  in  bed,  preferably  in  a  sana- 
torium or  tuberculosis  hospital,  is 
still  considered  to  be  an  important 
method  of  treatment.  The  use  of 
surgery  in  some  tuberculosis  cases 
has  proved  to  be  beneficial;  in  fact, 
there  are  now  several  operations 
which  may,  under  proper  conditions, 
help  give  diseased  lung  areas  extra 
rest. 


There  is  evidence  that  the  next 
great  advance  against  tuberculosis 
may  come  through  treatment  with 
new  drugs.  One  type  has  already 
been  used  successfully  in  some  forms 
of  the  disease.  Other  promising  drugs 
are  being  tested  in  the  laboratory. 

Experiments  with  a  vaccine  offer 
the  hope  that  its  use  will  help  certain 
individuals  to  build  resistance 
against  this  disease. 


If  tuberculosis  is  discovered  early, 
and  treated  promptly  and  properly, 
there  is  an  excellent  chance  that  it 
can  be  controlled.  In  this  event  the 
patient  who  carefully  follows  his 
doctor's  advice  and  adjusts  his  living 
habits  accordingly  can  generally  re- 
turn to  a  nearly  normal  life. 


I  Madison  Avenue 
New  York  10,  N.  Y. 


Please  send  me  a  copy 
of  your  booklet,  10-J, 
"Tuberculosis." 


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igrammatic  drawings  to  show  simplicity  of  design  and  trim- 
ng  details.  Our  Medium  will  fit  sizes  12-16;  Large,  sizes  18-20. 


2642.  Medium,  Wi  yards  54-inch;  Large,  l'/2  yards54-inch. Short  version, 
either  size,  1  yard  54-inch  fur  cloth.  Contrasting  lining,  1  yard  39-inch. 


Viow  C 


Medium,  View  A,  1  yard  54-inch;  Large,  1<A  yards  54-inch  or  lAj  yards 
och  linen.  (Same  trimming  can  be  applied  to  any  cardigan  sweater.) 


t.  Medium  or  Large,  1  yard  54-inch  jersey,  or  154  yards  36-inch  fabric, 
ice  of  three  different  necklines.  Can  be  worn  tucked  in  or  drawstring. 


2644.  '4  yard  54-inch  jersey ,with  or  with- 
out crown.  One  size.  head-size. 


2645.  Half-circle  evening  skirt,  24-28 
waist,  3'4  yards  50-inch  taffeta.  Bod- 
ice, 32-36,  %  yard  shirred  fabric. 
4  yards  ribbon  for  bodice  and  skirt. 


Size  adjustable.  One  skirt 
tube-jersey,  or  two  lengths 
or  39-inch  fabric,  plus  Vi 
r  pockets,  1  Vi  yards  ribbon. 


7  I 


,  M 

Jany  and  Joey  Pope  of  Los  Angeles, 
popular  U.  C.  L.  A.  majorettes.  Can 
you  tell  which  has  the  expensive 
salon  wave  and  which  has  the  Toni? 
See  answer  below. 


Attractive  hair  styles  in  this  picture  by  Don  Rito,  famous  Holly  wood  Hair  Stylist 

Now!  Toni  with  SPIN  curlers 


twice  as  easy  -  twice  as  fast. 


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Now  it's  doubly  easy  for  you  to  have  a 
flatteringToni  Home  Permanent.  For  the 
new  patented  Toni  Spin  Curlers  save 
half  the  time  and  work  of  winding  curls. 
Tliey  grip  the  hair,  spin  up  the  curls  . . . 
lock  with  the  flick  of  a  finger!  No  more 
fumbling  with  rubber  bands.  Nothing  to 
tangle  up  in  your  hair.  Fewer  curls  to 
wind,  too,  for  you  wind  more  hair  on 
each  curler.  And  Spin  Curlers  fasten  curls 


closer  to  the  head  —  give  you  a  better, 
longer-lasting  wave. 

What  s  more,  w  ith  Toni  Home  Perma- 
nent you'll  get  the  most  natural -looking 
wave  you've  ever  had!  Because  Toni 
Creme  Waving  Lotion  is  so  remarkably 
different.  An  exclusive,  gentle  formula 
that  coaxes  your  hair  into  soft,  springy 
curls.  It's  so  gentle  and  fast.  No  other 
home  permanent  waves  hair  faster  yet 
leaves  it  so  natural  looking  —  so  easy 
to  set  and  stvle.  Jany,  the  twin  on  the 
left,  has  I  he  Toni. 


At  the  game  all  eyes  are  on  Jany's  spin- 
ning  baton  —  and  her  shining,  natural-looking 
curls.  Jany  says,  "The  netu  Spin  Curlers 
have  spin  action,  too.  They  grip  — spin  — 
and  lock  with  the  flick  of  a  finger!" 


Admiring  crowd  of  sorority  sistert  gather 
in  twins'  room  teliile  they  tlress  for  I  ictory 
Dance.  Naturally,  the  topic  is  June's  Toni 
wave.  "It  icas  so  easy!"  she  tells  them. 
"Curls  almost  roll  themselves  up  on  the  new 
Toni  Spin  Curlers!'" 


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Still  the  center  of  attraction  at  the 

dance.  And  Jany  knows  her  hair  has  a  lot 
to  do  with  it.  She  says,  "Even  after  a  stren- 
uous day,  my  Toni  waves  are  still  in  place 
and  look  just  as  soft  and  natural." 


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HDIKS"  IIOMK  JOI  I!  N  VI. 


January,  1 


Here  Is  the 


3ecref  of^utfi 

for  everything  you 
wash  by  hand . . . 
including  your  hands! 


GLAMOROUS  LINGERIE  finds  the 
"secret  of  youth"  in  Chiffon.  For 
Chiffon  is  pure  soap  .  .  .  the  kind 
that  contains  no  harsh,  color- 
fading  alkali,  no  fabric-harming 
alkaline  "filler."  You'll  fee,  Sheer 
nylons,  pastel  undies,  bright  wool- 
ens lead  a  longer,  lovelier  life, 
washed  with  pure  Chiffon. 


PRETTY  HANDS  that  do  dishes  find 
their  "secret  of  youth"  in  Chiffon. 
For  Chiffon  is  pure  soap,  free  from 
strong,  drying  chemicals  that  pare  h 
skin,  redden  hands.  Skin  and  nails 
retain  Mother  Nature's  restorative 
oils  .  .  your  hands  stay  soft  and 
lovely  .  .  .  when  you  do  your 
dishes  with  pure  Chiffon. 

Tune  in  STARS  OVER  HOLLYWOOD,  CBS,  Saturday 


YOU  LI.  »-°W 


@  ARMOUR  AND  COMPANY 

MO    PUNCH  SOA 

WAS   EVER   MAD  l 


ARE  YOU  A  SOCIAL  S<  HMOE? 

(Continued,  from  I'a&e  17) 


down  their  quota  of  pins  for  the  everting  and 
you've  sat  through  a  double  feature? 

7.  As  the  hi  the  school  dance  slips 

into  the  last  chorus  of  Stardust,  you  and 
your  date  spot  the  teacher-chaperons  ni 

I  hr  door.  II  ill  yon  : 

(a)  Slip  out  with  a  crowd,  tossing  a  hasty 
"good  night"  at  the  chaperons? 

(b)  Take  an  extra  minute  before  you  hit 
the  road  to  tell  them  the  dance  was  fun  and 
thank  them  for  their  help  as  companions  and 
"private  eyes?" 

//.  You  haven't  seen  Aunt  Hannah  from 
Savannah  shirr  you  were  one  of  the  Tinker 
Toy  crowd,  l>nl  slir  came  through  with  an 
trgyle  sweater  (just  the  right  size)  for 
Christmas.  II  ill  you: 

(a)  Take  time  out  to  write  a  personal 
thank-you  note,  even  before  the  mistletoe  be- 
gins to  wilt? 

(b)  Ask  your  mother  to  tack  on  "and  me, 
too"  on  the  end  of  her  next  letter,  since 
you're  sure  your  aunt  will  realize  "it's  all  in 
the  family!"? 

it.  If  lirn  you'yeout  somewhere  with  a  hoy 
or  girl  anil  meet  friends,  do  you: 

(a)  Introduce  them 

and  then,  figuring  that  ■MaMa^HMBM 

they're  smart  opera- 
tors and  you've  done 
your  part,  let  them 
start  a  conversation  un- 
der their  own  steam? 

(b)  Present  the  boy 
to  the  girl  in  the  best 
etiquette-book  tradi- 
tion ("Mary,  this  is 
Peter  White.  Peter, 
Mary  Johnson")  and 
t  hen  offer  some  personal 
information  that  will 
help  get  the  chatter 
under  way? 

tit.  As  a  telephone 
lineman  or  onr  oj  I Itr 
A  lexander  (  '.  ra  ha  m 
Belles,  you  can't  keep 
off  the  phone.  II  lirn 
the  dinner  dishes  are 
ilnnr,  do  you  : 

(a)  Set  a  five-minute 
limit  on  your  phone 
conversations,  except 
the  one  with  your  No.  1 
date,  who  rates  extra 
time  and  attention? 

(b)  Call  your  favorite  KfMtMtWttmtMtmtm 
friend  to  rehash  the 

day's  activities  and  check  over  twenty  lines  of 
Latin  translation,  because  you  work  better 
with  another  phone  crone  on  the  line? 

For  men  only 

I.  It  iias  a  mellow  evening — a  Montgomery 
(.lift  movie  and  your  first  date  with  Sue.  it 
evening's  end,  you  want  to  kiss  her  modi! 
night.  II  ill  you : 

(a)  Ask  her  if  you  may  kiss  her  instead  of 
pulling  a  cave-man  act  on  the  doorstep  and 
kissing  her  whether  she's  willing  or  not? 

(b)  Decide  to  wait  a  date  or  three  (since 
most  girls  won't  kiss  on  the  first  date,  any- 
way) to  (ind  out  if  the  feeling  is  mutual? 

it.  Just  after  basketball  practice,  where 
men  are  men  and  there  are  plenty  of  them, 
Sully  —  hist   night's  date— 'walks  l>\  the 

Crowd.  Do  son: 

(a)  Take  time  out  to  give  her  a  big  hello 
and  introduce  her  to  the  fellows  if  she  stops 
to.  talk? 

(b)  Avoid  her  eye  by  pretending  to  be  ab- 
sorbed in  man  talk,  because  you'd  rather  lose 
a  girl  friend  than  risk  a  ribbing  from  the 

boys? 

it.  Frida  \  night  is  the  formal  Snow  Hall.  hig 
night  on  the  high-school  iocial  schedule. 

II  hen  planning  a  corsage  for  \om  date,  do 

yon  I 

(a)  Deride  that  "an  orchid  goes  with  ev- 
erything" and  oidri  the  biggest  blossom  in 
town? 


(b)  Check  with  your  girl  .to  see  what  cc 
dress  she's  wearing  and  find  out  if  she 
any  posy  preferences? 

/.  The  Irani  won  the  big  basketball  ga 
with  Tech  anil  I  he  eruml  is  heiuling  fori 
Sugar  Bowl  by  crowded  bus  lo  rrlebrtl 
II  hen  an  olilrr  woman  uels  on.  ilo  you 

(a)  Jump  up  to  let  her  sit.  even  though  j 
rest  of  the  gang  are  sprawled  unconcernel 
over  several  extra  spaces? 

(b)  Figure  that  chivalry  is  dead  (and  so  ] 
you  after  all  that  cheering)  but  give  beryl 
seat  when  you  see  that  no  one  else  plani) 
play  Galahad? 

Somi'l  hind  lor  l.hi>  girls 

I.  The  evening  at  thr  Ili-Y  dance  u«»/ 
but  for  is  not  your  idea  of  the  poor  gii 
Peter  Lawford.  II  lien  he  tries  lo  Lisa  1 
gooil  night,  will  you: 

(a)  Turn  him  down  and  file  away  all  I 
details  of  his  technique  and  how  you  brusl 
him  off  for  discussion  next  day  with  your! 
friend  ?  # 

(b)  Turn  him  down  gently  with  "Not' 
night — but  I  did  have  a  wonderful  tir1 

leaving  him  with  I 


A  During  the  centuries  of  liritisli 
"  occupation  of  India,  professional 
soldiers  usually  carried  their  wives 
and  children  along  when  ordered  lo 
the  colony.  Most  of  il.<  military 
establishments  were  in  coastal 
areas,  where  the  intense  summer 
heal  »as  aim  'si  unendurable.  So 
those  officers  who  could  afford  to  do 
so  usually  sent  their  wives  to  the 
hills  For  several  months  each  sum- 
mer. To  the  person  traveling  front 
the  citj  to  one  of  these  retreats,  the 
most  noticeable  feature  of  the 
higher  terrain  was  the  lush  carpel 
of  grass,  which  contrasted  strongly 
with  I  lie  barren  plains. 

Il  was  entire!)  natural,  therefore, 
that  a  man  who  had  dispatched  his 
wife  lo  the  hills  should  jokingly  say 
that  he  had  "sent  her  to  the  grass." 
Since  her  absence  from  home  was 
frequently  of  considerable  dura l  ion. 
the  missing  spouse  came  lo  be 
called  a  grass  widow.  Which  is  how 
this  unusual  expression  came  to  hi' 
applied  to  an)  woman  who  is  sep- 
arated from  her  husband,  hill  not 
divorced!  —WEBB  B.  garrison. 


feelings  and  pride 
tact? 

it.  1  on  and  I'ete 
been  a  steady  i  warn 
for    several  mot 
and  his  ullmvunce 
doesn't  rover  I  hit 
/tense  of  all  \  onr  \ 
niiigs  together, 
you  : 

(a)  Arrange  to  si 
evenings  at  homej 
tening  to  Dizzy  Gi: 
pie  records  and  ma' 
batches  of  popcorj 
save  his  aching  waf 

(b)  Slip  him  sornl; 
tra  folding  mona| 
the  beginning  on 
evening  so  that  he 
entertain  you  iqjj 
manner  to  which  yqi 
become  accustomeii 

it.  George  ha. 
called si nee he  drU 
you    on    the  doM 

three  weeks  ago  I 
brisk  "I'll  give  yt'i 
ring."  Because  hi 

dale  list,  will  you) 

(a)  Put  your  pride  in  your  pocket  a 
nickel  in  your  hand  and  phone  hi 
"check  on  the  chemistry  assignment" 

(b)  Wait  until  one  of  the  girls  pk 
party  or  turnabout  dance  (or  make  the 
yourself!)  so  you  can  call  him  with  a  del 
invitation? 

4.  The  Marsh  mallow  Madness,  a  drug 
special  with  your  crowd,  wasdeliciovt 
il  played  havoc  with  your  make-ui 

von : 

(a)  Duck  behind  a  menu  to  do  a  quit! 
pair  job  with  lipstick,  since  the  corner  a\ 
doesn't  boast  a  powder  room? 

(b)  Play  palefa-.e  until  you  get  homtl 
can  redo  your  face  in  complete  privacy? 

Scoring  lor  iii:niiiei  s  i|ui% 

The  even-numbered  questions  get 
swers,  the  odd-numbered  queries  rate 
(live  yourself  a  30-point  bonus  to  start 
and  add  .r>  for  each  correct  answer  If 
score  adds  up  to  between  90  and  100, 
up  a  big  red  A  in  manners  for  yourself. 
80  to  90,  you  gel     T  for  trying,  but 
belter  plan  to  curl  f\t  with  a  good  etiq 
book.  Me  nice  to  your  mother  if  you  rate 
70  to  HO,  because  only  a  mother  coul< 
you.  And  if  your  score  is  below  70,  be 
Kvcn  your  best  friends  (you  still  have  s< 
won't  tell  you    but  you'te  a  social  sel 

i  in 


Every  time  you  cook- 


BY  BEA  CARROLL 


!HEN  a  man  says,  "I'll  never  under- 
stand women,"  I  always  want  to 
laugh.  Women  are  so  transparent. 
They  live  for  two  things:  to  be  needed, 
|o  be  loved.  On  the  day  a  woman 
she  is  no  longer  the  chief  interest  in 
isband's  life,  that  day  she  dies;  just 
tainly  as  though  she  were  six  feet 
because  life  has  ended  for  her.  Un- 
f  course,  her  husband  thinks  she  is 
1  saving  and  tenders  her  enough  ges- 
jfor  resuscitation.  When  he  resumes 
Iractice  of  seating  her  at  the  dinner 
|  opening  the  car  door,  bringing  home 
ijkly  box  of  candy,  or,  unexpectedly, 
Ig  her  hair,  his  fretful  mate  will  pro- 
1  the  surprising  metamorphosis  of 
iing  from  the  dull,  habitual  creature 
lis  loathed  into  an  efficient,  sparkling 
union  he  can  adore, 
i.hing  in  life  can  produce  such  immedi- 
Jd  happy  results  for  men  as  giving  at- 
ttn  and  showing  appreciation  to  their 
tafolk.  Have  you  seen  a  young  girl's 
|ght  up  with  pride  and  inner  joy  when 
botes  her  father?  Or  observed  a  little 
.of  three  or  four  striving  valiantly  for 
dial  admiration?  The  sex  challenge 
diot  limit  itself  to  wives,  daughters 
I  ieces.  Maids  and  female  employees 
(terally  break  their  necks  for  a  nod 
£he  man  of  the  house. 
%  female  of  the  species  must  be  needed 
Ivive.  She  must  be  loved  to  be  fully 
■When  the  need  and  the  love  are  sup- 
|f  by  the  same  individual,  she  has 
a:d  the  apex  of  personal  fulfillment.  It 
furious  fact  that  women,  no  matter 
Intelligent,  need  constant  reassurance 
Ife's  existence,  verbally  as  well  as 
[rally.  Being  accepted  as  a  matter  of 
«•,  because  they  are  living  together,  is 
fining.  Not  only  is  such  a  tactic  un- 
Sictory,  it  is  bad  business. 
Mire  is  actual  cash  value  in  the  "be 
po  women"  attitude  and  approach.  A 
a  wife  is  the  best  asset  a  man  can  have. 
Bvvife's  influence  cannot  be  overes- 
itd.  Any  disgruntled  male  who  blames 
aging,  frumpy  wife  for  his  repeated 
'i|:s  should  look  to  his  own  unintelligent 
lures  as  a  husband.  A  wife  who  is 
a  and  knows  she  is  loved,  is  usually 
li.ful  and  gracious  and  nice  to  be 
Jd.  No  matter  how  sallow  a  skin  she 

i  iave  been  born  with,  or  how  irregular 
im  line,  certain  knowledge  of  love 

*  a  woman  glow.  It  brings  out  the 
y  «st  in  her.  It  makes  her  generous  and 
:'  All  her  glands  function  at  top  ef- 
ly.  She  is  contented,  but  willing  to 

ii  herself  in  a  limitless  fashion  to 
|r  the  needs  and  desires  of  the  one 
lives  her. 

She  war  plants  during  World  War  II, 
elisors  of  departments  often  reported 
J  astonishment  at  the  difference  be- 
«  male  and  female  workers.  A  girl, 
M  little  praise,  would  strain  herself  to 
1  J  eaking  point  for  her  boss.  The  men 
I  union-conscious  and  not  moved  to 
i reduction  by  a  "line"  from  the  fore- 
)JOf  course  women  prefer  male  bosses. 
Vvoman  doesn't  have  a  husband  and 
"*  where  she  can  strive  for  male  ap- 


proval, she  can  cater  to  her  boss  as  a  poor 
but  a  necessary  substitute. 

Psychologists  today  are  emphasizing  the 
deep  inherent  need  for  emotional  security. 
They  say  our  first,  most  fundamental  neces- 
sity is  not  food,  or  sleep,  or  exercise— but 
affection.  From  infancy  to  the  grave,  men, 
as  well  as  women,  must  feel  wanted.  Curi- 
ously, too,  this  need  for  reassurance  of  love 
increases  with  age  and  leisure  time.  For 
women,  age  seems  lethal  in  its  drain  on 
self-confidence.  The  middle-aged  woman 
who  is  not  so  active  as  she  once  was,  or  so 
pretty,  sometimes  feels  keenly  the  competi- 
tion of  beautiful  youthful  women.  It  is  at 
this  time  more  than  any  other  in  her  mar- 
ried life  that  she  needs  her  mate's  approval. 

Advertising,  current  news  and  history 
constantly  place  before  us  the  power  of  the 
sweet  young  thing.  As  the  wife's  physical 
attraction  recedes,  her  knowledge  and, 
often,  her  spiritual  beauty  increase.  The 
wise  husband  knows  that  his  wife's  hap- 
piness, looks,  peace  of  mind  and  adjust- 
ment in  life  depend,  to  great  extent,  on  his 
treatment  of  her.  Woman  has,  for  centuries, 
existed  on  the  approval  of  man.  Such  an 
old  tradition  cannot  be  changed  in  a  single 
generation  or  several  generations.  Perhaps 
its  biological  basis  is  strong  enough  to 
perpetuate  it  eternally. 

The  aging  Disraeli  walked  into  his  Eng- 
lish garden  every  morning  and  picked  the 
loveliest  rose  he  could  find  to  give  to  his 
lady.  Is  it  a  wonder  theirs  was  a  beautiful 
life  together?  Such  a  gesture  would  give 
any  woman  the  precious  feeling  of  the  lovely 
princess  in  the  forever-after  fairy  tale.  Lady 
Disraeli  could  have  picked  a  rose  for  her- 
self, or  have  had  a  servant  pick  one. 
Neither  of  these  acts  would  have  been  in- 
spirational to  her.  Her  husband,  the  busiest 
and  most  important  man  in  the  British 
Empire,  took  time  out  to  honor  their  love 
with  this  daily  act,  first,  before  he  did  any- 
thing else — because  she  was  first,  she  was 
his  wife. 

The  cost  of  the  gesture  has  nothing  to  do 
with  its  love  worth.  The  mink-coat  gift  is 
more  often  a  bribe  than  a  love  token.  Little 
intimate  frequent  things  such  as  a  thirty- 
five-cent  bunch  of  violets  in  January,  a  box 
of  frozen  strawberries  on  a  rainy  day,  some 
blue  gloves  she  had  admired  a  month  earlier, 
an  unexpected  dinner  date  at  a  little  restau- 
rant which  has  a  gypsy  orchestra ;  or  money- 
less trifles  like  a  kiss  before  breakfast,  a  love 
note  smuggled  into  the  sugar  bowl  which 
she  will  read  at  lunch  while  he  is  downtown; 
singling  her  out  in  any  group  immediately 
and  sometimes  exclusively;  or  anything  to 
make  her  the  fragile,  feminine,  dependent, 
but  priceless  creature  every  man  wants  his 
wife  to  be— these  actions  will  pay  imme- 
diate and  lasting  dividends. 

Men,  if  you  want  your  secretary  to  be 
the  soul  of  dependability,  watch  for  the 
opportunity  to  pay  her  an  honest  compli- 
ment. Her  efficiency  will  skyrocket.  Tell 
your  plain  wife  she  is  beautiful-  -and  she  is 
no  longer  plain.  Your  love  shining  in  her 
eyes  far  surpasses  the  most  classic  of 
features.  Tell  daughter  her  daddy  thinks 
she  is  smart  and  you  are  well  on  your  way 
to  launching  a  prodigy.  the  end 


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January, 


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They  tell  you  your  baby  is  perfect  .  .  . 
and  your  heart  leaps  up  as  you  look 
for  yourself. 

Ten  tiny  pink  fingers,  so  trusting  as 
they  curl  around  yours.  Ten  wiggly 
toes  .  .  .  how  can  anything  be  so  small, 
so  beautifully  formed?  And  though 
you've  heard  the  expression  "soft  as 
a  baby's  skin,"  your  own  infant's 
silken,  transparent  skin  seems  ex- 
quisite beyond  belief.  .  .  . 

When  you're  up  and  around  again, 
caring  for  your  baby  yourself,  you'll 
want  to  keep  his  skin  baby-perfect 
.  .  .  with  hospital-proved  skin  care: 
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OUR  READERS 
WRITE  US 

(Continued  from  Page  S) 

What  Eniflnnd  Wants  to  Know 

London,  England. 

Dear  Editor:  We  were  sitting  at  dinner, 
my  ten-year-old  son  and  I,  in  one  of  the 
smart  restaurants  in  the  West  End  of 
London.  It  was  my  first  day  in  England 
since  the  war  and  I  was  trying  to  see 
whether,  despite  the  coming  of  V-bombs 
and  the  going  of  Churchill,  this  was  the 
England  I  knew.  Ned,  with  his  unbiased 
child's  vision,  put  one  of  my  vague  im- 
pressions into  words:  "In  America  you 
notice  the  women;  but  in  England  you 
notice  the  men."  That  much  in  England 
was  the  same. 

The  purpose  of  my  trip  to  Britain,  as 
guest  of  the  British  Treasury,  was  to  talk 
about  Marshall  Aid  to  women's  organiza- 
tions. I  went  to  talk,  and  answer  questions 
about  America.  My  audience,  I  knew, 
wouldn't  be  socialites,  but  wives  of  the 
middle  class,  schoolteachers,  store  clerks, 
salesmen.  They  would  be  civic-minded, 
for  they  gave  their  scanty  leisure  to  work 
for  the  Women's  Voluntary  Services,  the 
British  Red  Cross,  the  Y.W.C.A.,  the 
Co-operative  Women's  League  and  similar 
organizations. 

I  went  to  my  first  lecture  armed  with 
details  of  current  food  prices.  I  expected 
questions  on  Reno,  bobby-soxers,  Sinatra, 
ice-cream  parlors.  But  no  one  asked  that 
sort  of  question.  Is  the  United  States  in 
Europe  to  stay?  they  asked.  How  does 
America  feel  about  the  socialist  countries? 
What  are  the  real  motives  behind  the 
Marshall  Plan?  What  is  the  American  atti- 
tude to  war?  To  these  women,  a  number  of 
whom  have  lived  very  close  indeed  to  two 
world  wars,  the  last  question  was  the  key 
one.  Said  one  matter-of-factly,  "War  is  a 
luxury  only  the  United  States  can  afford." 

"How  can  we  get  together,  your  coun- 
try and  mine,  and  learn  to  understand  one 
another  better?"  That  question,  in  one 
form  or  other,  has  been  asked  by  scores  of 
ordinary  citizens  during  my  stay  in  Eng- 
land. They  want  to  exchange  ideas  on 
education,  housing,  community  problems 
and  all  the  many  things  which  interest 
women  everywhere.  When  I  return  home 
I  expect  to  do  everything  I  can  to  develop 
a  liaison  program,  educational  for  Amer- 
ican women  and  a  morale-booster  to 
British  women.  They  both  need  each  other. 

Very  sincerelv, 
ELINOR  WOLF. 


Who  Should  Ut*  Spanked? 

Buffalo,  New  York. 

Dear  Editors:  Spanking  used  as  a  sub- 
stitute for  ideas  or  patience  seems  wrong. 
But — I  remember  one  spanking  after  a  de- 
liberate act  of  defiance  on  my  part  which 
was  most  effective. 

Isn't  there  a  middle  ground  to  training 
children?  Isn't  it  possible  to  guide  them 
into  happy,  creative  paths  without  having 
friends  despair  because  they  haven't  been 
trained  to  respect  other  people's  personal- 
itv  and  property?  Sincerely, 

RUTH  RICHARDSON. 


I ' n m» rr i«>fl  Mother  Faces  Future 

Memphis,  Tennessee. 

Dear  Editors:  May  I  use  your  magazine 
as  a  medium  of  expressing  my  personal 
appreciation  for  the  wonderful  work  of  the 
Salvation  Army  hospitals?  I  will  enter  one 
this  winter  and  there  I  will  give  birth  to 
my  nameless  child.  I  hope  it's  a  boy.  I 
guess  I  have  no  right  to  hope  at  all  for  my 
child.  Yet,  though  1  shall  have  him  as  my 
own  for  but  two  weeks,  I  will  love  him  and 
he  will  need  me. 

I  suppose  death  would  have  been  an 
easier  way  out  when  I  learned  I  was  preg- 
nant. I  will  pay  the  price  the  rest  of  my 
life — when  I  see  a  couple  laughing  together, 
or  two  lovers  holding  hands,  when  I  sec 
the  bridal  gowns,  and  engagement  an- 
nouncements, and  birth  cards. 

Yen,  I'll  go  on  for  the  rest  of  my  life, 
paying  a  bill  which  will  never  l)c  paid  in 
full.  Yet  I  now  have  the  security  of  know- 
ing what  I  must  do.  And  maybe  I  can  con- 
vince Home  other  girl  that  the  price  is  far 

too  great  to  pay  Sincerely, 

(Name  withheld  by  request.) 


What  is  the 
other  way  to 

help  her  grow 


When  your  baby  cries,  you  pio 
her  up  and  fondle  her.  Tbi 
helps  her  spirit  grow.  Because  yc 
make  the  world  seem  like  a  warn 
friendly  place  now,  it  always  m 
be — for  her! 

But  you  want  to  help  her  grow 
beauty,  too.  You  want  to  help  hi 
build  a  straight,  strong  back, 
well-shaped  head,  a  fine,  full  ches 
straight  legs  and  sound  teeth.  Ket 
in  mind  your  doctor's  advice,  an 
provide  her  with  extra  Vitamin  J 
Give  it  every  single  day. 

A  natural  Vitamin  D  source  c 
which  mothers  have  depended  f 
years  and  years  is  Squibb  Cod  Liv 
Oil.  To  help  your  baby  build  soui 
bones  and  teeth,  start  her  on  Squil 
Cod  Liver  Oil  now.  Make  sure  th 
she  gets  it  regularly. 


fine,  full  chests 
strong  backs 
well -shaped  heads 
straight  legs 

are  built  by 


Squibb 


THE  CHILD  WHO  STUTTERS 

(Continued  from  Page  24) 


.  His  desire  to  express  himself  is  in 
vith  a  deep-seated  fear  of  exposing 

0  others,  and  eventually  these  op- 
jrces  work  in  the  child's  mind  to 

1  the  form  of  stuttering. 

:se  fears  and  conflicts  are  underly- 
:s  of  what  we  call  primary  stutter- 
vercome  this,  it  is  usually  necessary 
mvince  the  parents  of  the  cause,  se- 
ir  co-operation  in  eliminating  the 
ind  to  establish  a  few  simple  rules 
)  do  with  the  child's  speech. 
:s  should  never  discuss  the  child's 
difficulties  in  his  hearing.  They 
lot  sympathize,  or  help  him  over 
hurdles,  or  ask  him  to  try  harder,  or 
dm  for  speaking  success.  Above  all, 
aid  never  penalize  him  for  failures  or 
ntion  to  his  problem.  They  should 
peak  slowly  and  calmly,  expressing 
ty,  and  concentrate  on  making  the 
:1  loved  and  secure.  When  these 
•e  done,  most  stuttering  in  children 
100I  age  will  quickly  stop. 
Lunately,  the  outlook  is  less  optimis- 
ie  older  child  whose  stuttering  has 
;d  to  the  secondary  stage  when  fear 
lit  sounds  is  the  major  cause  of  in- 


ability to  pronounce  them.  These  are  the 
agonized,  compulsive  stammerers  who  ap- 
proach a  feared  sound  with  rising  dread  that 
it  will  prove  insurmountable.  As  tension  in- 
creases, the  child  may  make  weird  sounds, 
jerk  his  face  and  jaws  convulsively  or  even 
beat  the  air  with  his  fists. 

Of  course,  these  are  extreme  instances.  It 
is  hard  to  say  just  when  the  child  passes  from 
primary  to  secondary  stuttering.  Probably  it 
is  fairly  early  in  the  disorder  when  parents 
or  friends  begin  to  call  attention  to  the  child's 
peculiarity.  If  the  disorder  doesn't  respond 
to  the  efforts  of  parents  and  family  doctor, 
the  services  of  a  trained  speech  correctionist 
should  be  sought.  After  the  child's  fears  and 
difficulties  have  been  studied  thoroughly, 
the  correctionist  will  recommend  exercises  to 
find  the  road  back  to  normal  speech. 

In  cases  where  parents  manage  by  them- 
selves, irritation  or  impatience  will  retard 
progress.  They  must  ignore  the  child's  strug- 
gles and  give  no  hint  of  the  anxiety  they  na- 
turally feel.  They  must  do  all  they  can  to 
help  the  child  to  a  calm,  normal  life,  with 
plenty  of  rest  and  sleep,  wholesome  activity 
with  other  children  and,  above  all,  an  abun- 
dance of  tender  love.  the  end 


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As  children  grow  older,  they  are  bound  to  develop  opinions 
of  their  own — opinions  that  often  differ  from  those  of  their 
parents.  Because  parents,  too,  are  individuals,  they  are 
bound  to  disagree  between  themselves.  If  such  disagree- 
ments sometimes  result  in  family  arguments,  there  is  no 
reason  to  feel  that  a  great  calamity  has  occurred.  For  the 
happiest  family  is  not  necessarily  the  one  where  a  harsh 
word  is  never  spoken.  It  is  healthier  if  one  who  feels  abused 
is  allowed  a  platform  from  which  to  spout.  And  the  dis- 
cussion cannot  always  take  place  in  a  calm,  uncharged  at- 
mosphere— for,  in  most  family  arguments,  it  isn't  who  is 
right  and  who  is  wrong  that  counts  so  much  as  how  one 
feels  about  being  right  or  wrong.  You  can't  convey  emo- 
tions without  getting  emotional.  So  a  little  arguing  can  be 
a  good  thing,  for  the  grudge  that  isn't  aired  may  fester.  The 
parents'  cue  is  not  to  worry,  but  to  concentrate  on  making 
the  basic  family  relationship  healthy,  so  the  drive  will  be  to 
end  the  argument  and  get  on  with  the  fun  of  living  together. 


'Okay,  you  may  kiss  me— but  if  we're  playing  mommy 
and  daddy  we'll  have  to  argue  a  little  bit  first.' 


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charming  Nilb  Y<$rk  SOCUlhtt  Dis- 
criminating in  her  choice  of  ciga- 
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Discriminating  people  prefer  Herbert  Tareyton  because  they  pay 
no  more  for  this  better  cigarette.  They  appreciate  tin-  kind  of  smoking  that  only 
a  genuine  cork  tip  can  give  .  .  .  the  cork  tip  doesn't  stick  to  the  lips,  it's  clean 
and  firm.  And  discriminating  people  prefer  Herbert  Tareyton  because  their 
modern  size  not  only  means  a  longer,  cooler  smoke,  hut  that  extra  measure 
of  fine  tobacco  makes  Herbert  Tareyton  today's  most  unusual  cigarette  value. 

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w.y,  there'll  still  be  time  for  the  Pi- 
.  Have  to  give  up  the  suit  Jot  today. 
J)rm  broke  about  her  ears  as  she  en- 
I  meeting  room.  It  was  three  on  the 
m.  Jones  and  Mrs.  Fleason  hadn't 
B-et — but  she'd  start  anyway, 
pped  with  her  gavel  on  the  scarred 
i  e.  "Will  the  meeting  please  come  to 
i 

lam  Chairman,"  said  Mrs.  Black, 
ler  breast  heaving,  "I  understand 
She  last  meeting,  which  I  was  unable 

P  " 

I  after  four  when  she  was  at  last 
iinnounce  that  the  meeting  was  ad- 
i  Just  time  to  get  home,  change,  and 
I  for  father's  arrival. 

;  a  good  dinner,  and  she  was  glad  she 
kmbered  to  get  veal  instead  of  lamb — 
le  with  gusto.  Afterward,  in  front  of 
|g-room  fire,  she  sat  and  watched 
itentedly  as  father  told  the  children 
Ventures  in  the  Spanish-American 

he  medals,  grandfather,"  said  Tom, 

ring  suddenly.  "Did  you  bring  the 

Like  you  promised?" 

andfather  slapped  his  own  knee  in 
"Had  them  all  out  to  bring  and  left 
top  of  the  bureau.  What  a  stupid 

I'm  turning  out  to  be!" 

11  right,"  said  Tom,  but  his  face  had 

hter,  why  don't  you  call  Mrs.  Vick- 
isk  her  to  mail  them  over,  special 

Then  they'll  get  here  by  Monday." 
g,  she  went  to  the  phone  and  called 

"Mrs.  Vickers?  This  is  Mr.  John- 
aghter.  He  left  a  box  on  his  bu- 

len  she  returned  from  the  phone,  her 
is  scowling. 

t's  this  young  Molly's  been  telling 

're  going  to  dye  your  hair?" 

I  think  so,  father,"  she  said.  "Why 

mother  had  gray  hair,"  he  said, 
was  the  most  beautiful  woman  in 
You  look  a  lot  like  her,  daughter, 
re's  something  not — well,  not  re- 
about  dyed  hair." 
"  said  Tom  smugly,  and  Molly 
l  a  scandalized  tone,  "Not  respect- 

rned  in  despair  to  Bill,  but  he  only 
at  her,  and  took  her  hand.  "Your 
tie  said. 


She  sighed.  "I  suppose  if  you  all  really 
hate  the  idea,  I'll  have  to  give  it  up." 

She  was  the  last  to  go  to  bed,  and  when  she 
stood  in  the  bathroom  brushing  her  hair, 
hers  was  the  only  light  burning.  On  the  shelf 
above  the  washbasin  lay  her  morning's  list, 
the  paper  creased  and  recreased.  She  put 
down  the  brush  and  took  up  the  pencil. 
Ladies'  Aid— check.  Tom  to  game— check. 
Molly's  buttons— check.  Bill's  suit— check. 
Picasso  show — cross  it  through.  Winter 
suit— cross  through.  New  bathrobe— cross 
through.  She  let  the  pencil  fall  and  looked  at 
herself  in  the  mirror.  It  was  misted  over 
from  the  steam  of  Bill's  shower,  and  her  face 
showed  dimly  and  in  patches.  The  voices  of 
her  household  echoed  in  her  ears.  "Good 
night,  ma'am."  "Good  night,  daughter." 
'"Night,  mom."  This  is  Bill  Ford's  wife- 
Tommy's  mother — Mr.  Johnson's  daughter. 
"Dear  Sis  .  .  .  Dear  Customer  .  .  .  Dear  Sub- 
scriber .  .  .  Madam  Chairman." 

She  put  down  the  brush  and  wiped  the 
mirror  clear,  and  stared  into  her  own  eyes. 
My  name  is  Mary,  she  said  to  herself.  But 
what  had  happened  to  Mary?  Mary  was  a 
little  girl  who,  on  hot  August  mornings,  had 
trailed  her  feet  through  dew-soft  grass.  Mary 
was  a  girl  in  a  white  sweater  and  a  pleated 
skirt  who  had  gone  arm  in  arm  with  her  best 
friend,  scuffling  through  the  fallen  leaves  on 
Main  Street.  Mary  was  a  girl  in  a  blue  chif- 
fon dress  who  had  turned  her  face  in  the 
spring  night  to  Bill's  whispered  "I  love  you." 
Mary  had  stood  on  hilltops  and  known  her- 
self for  the  center  of  a  universe  that  spread  at 
her  feet  in  undulating  fields  and  rock-strewn 
meadows,  the  target  of  summer  breezes, 
the  reason  why  flowers  bloomed  and  rivers 
flowed  and  music  thundered.  Mary  had  been 
Mary.  Where  was  she  now? 

Her  eyes  dropped  from  the  mirror,  and 
picking  up  the  pencil  again,  she  reached  for 
the  dangling  pad  and  turned  the  top  sheet 
back.  At  the  head  of  the  next  she  wrote  with 
a  firm  hand  "Monday,"  and  directly  be- 
neath: "Get  hair  dyed."  The  pad  dangled 
back  into  place.  Once  more  she  lifted  her  eyes 
to  the  mirror. 

Dear  mom,  dear  daughter,  dear  subscriber. 
Madam  Chairman — stop  mooning  and  get  to 
bed.  She  switched  out  the  light. 

She  groped  for  the  door  handle  and  turned 
it  softly,  in  case  Bill  was  already  asleep.  But 
as  she  stood  for  a  moment  in  the  doorway 
to  the  bedroom,  his  voice  came  to  her  softly 
through  the  dark.  "Mary,"  he  said. 


THE  LITTLE  PRINCESSES 

(Continued  from  Page  38) 


Rose's  sister,  the  pretty  little  Duch- 
ork,  and  her  young  husband,  the 
are  the  visitors.  I  was  introduced  to 
usual,  and  we  all  ate  our  buns  and 
r  coffee  before  Mary  and-Lwent  off 

quite  enchanted,  as  people  ai- 
re, by  the  little  Duchess.  She  was 
s  her  daughter  Margaret  is  today, 
the  nicest,  easiest,  most  friendly  of 
,  and  a  merry  laugh.  It  was  impos- 
feel  shy  in  her  presence.  She  wore 
2  casual  old  tweeds  and  sensible 
here  was  nothing  alarmingly  fash- 
about  her.  Her  hair  was  done  in  a 
t  suited  her  admirably,  with  a  little 
rer  her  forehead. 

t  on  the  window  ledge.  The  blue  of 
>er,  I  remember,  exactly  matched  the 
nd  her  that  morning  and  the  blue  of 
I  particularly  noticed  her  lovely 
pearls.  She  did  not  wear  earrings 
er  hands  and  feet  were  tiny.  My 
lpression  was  of  someone  small  and 
rfect. 

>uke  was  extraordinarily  handsome, 
call  thinking  he  did  not  look  very 
ie  was  slight,  and  looked  like  a  boy 
een  though  he  was  considerably 
an  I.  He  was  also  shy  and  com- 
jmatural,  with  the  most  charming 
have  ever  seen.  He  spoke  very 
r, hesitatingly.  It  was  obvious  that 
l»re  devoted  to  each  other  and  very 


much  in  love,  and  I  remember  thinking  they 
looked  just  as  a  duke  and  a  duchess  ought 
to  look,  but  often  don't. 

No  word  of  any  kind  was  said,  nor  any 
hint  given  me  of  what  was  coming.  Two 
weeks  later  I  had  a  letter  from  Lady  Rose 
saying  that  the  Duke  and  Duchess  had 
talked  the  matter  over  and  had  decided  to 
ask  me  to  undertake  the  education  of  their 
daughters,  Elizabeth  and  Margaret  Rose. 
They  fully  realized,  Lady  Rose  wrote,  that 
there  might  be  some  opposition  to  this  ar- 
rangement in  certain  quarters  because  of  my 
youth,  but  both  the  Duke  and  Duchess  were 
anxious  that  the  little  girls  should  have  some- 
one with  them  young  enough  to  enjoy  play- 
ing games  and  running  about  with  them. 

The  Duke,  I  gathered,  had  throughout  his 
own  childhood  been  hampered  by  somewhat 
immobile  pastors  and  masters.  He  wanted 
someone  energetic  with  his  children,  and  had 
been  impressed  by  the  amount  of  walking 
I  did! 

It  was  this  in  the  first  instance  that  got  me 
the  offer  of  a  job  which  I  suppose  every  girl 
in  England  or  Scotland  would  have  given  her 
eyes  for.  The  only  snag  was  I  did  not  want  to 
be  a  resident  governess  anywhere,  and  most 
certainly  not  in  Court  circles. 

I  told  Lady  Rose  that,  if  I  accepted  the 
post,  it  would  mean  that  I  would  not  be  able 
to  go  on  with  what  I  had  intended  to  be  my 
life's  work— child  psychology ;  but  that  it  was 


m 


Dream  girl,  dream  girl,  beautiful  Lustre-Creme  Girl. 

Hair  that  gleams  and  glistens  from  a  Lustre-Creme  shampoo 


Tonight! . . .  Show  him  how  much  lovelier 
your  hair  can  look . . .  after  a 

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MANAGEABLE.  Thai's  the  first  wondrous  result  of  a 
Lustre-Creme  shampoo.  Even  in  water  hard  as  nails. 
Lustre-Creme's  lavish,  lanolin-blessed  lather  ends  the 
problem  of  unruly,  soap-dulled  locks  .  .  .  leaves  hair 
soft,  obedient,  ready  for  any  style  hair-do. 

LEAVES  HAIR  SPARKLING  WITH  STAR-BRIGHT 
SHI  EN.  No  other  shampoo  has  the  same  magic 
blend  of  secret  ingredients  plus  gentle  lanolin  to 
bring  out  every  elusive  highlight.  Lustre-Creme 
leaves  hair  aglow  with  natural  sheen  and  shimmer. 
With  no  special  rinse  needed! 

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LOOSE  DANDRUFF.  Famous  hairdressers  insist  on 
Lustre-Creme,  world's  leading  cream  shampoo  for 
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hair  can  look  after  a  Lustre-Creme  shampoo! 


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a  great  honor  and  I  should  like  some  time  to 
consider  the  matter. 

In  two  weeks'  time.  I  wrote  to  the  Duchess 
saying  how  honored  I  was  to  have  been  asked 
to  be  responsible  for  Princess  Elizabeth's 
education,  and  I  suggested  that  I  should  take 
up  the  work  for  a  trial  period  during  which  I 
would  be  able  to  determine  whether  it  would 
be  easy  for  me  to  become  reconciled  to  the  idea 
of  leaving  Scotland  and  my  intended  career, 
and  living  permanently  with  other  people. 

The  Duchess  wrote  me  a  charming,  friendly 
little  letter:  "  Why  not  come  for  a  month  and 
see  how  you  like  us  and  how  we  like  you?" 

That  seemed  a  sensible  arrangement.  It 
was  fixed  that  I  would  go  to  them  lx  Royal 
Lodge.  Windsor,  just  before  Easter. 

It  is  a  long  journey  south  from  Scotland 
and  takes  nine  hours.  I  remember  feeling  dis- 
tinctly apprehensive.  I  had  led  the  quiet 
open-air  life  of  a  Scottish  girl.  I  knew  nothing 
whatever  about  court  etiquette.  I  was  a  little 
scared,  doubtful  whether  I  was  doing  the 
right  thing.  All  the  children  I  had  had  to  do 
with  at  the  Elgins'  and  the  Leveson  Gowers' 
had  been  pleasant  and  amenable,  and  easy  to 
deal  with.  It  was  a  couple  of  very  spoiled  and 
difficult  little  people  I  somehow  visualized  as 
I  traveled  south,  for  already  the  papers  had 
produced  odd  stories  about  these  royal  chil- 
dren. I  was  more  than  convinced  that  my 
month's  trial  would  end  at  the  end  of  the 
month,  and  that  I  should  soon  be  home 
again. 

From  the  train  I  had  my  first  glimpse  of 
Windsor  Castle.  I  saw  it  first  in  the  gathering 
shadows  of  a  spring  twilight.  It  looms  up  sud- 
denly, topping  the  whole  countryside,  a  fan- 
tastic mass  of  turrets  and  battlements  and 
towers.  It  is  incredibly  old.  The  stone  circuit 
wall  was  built  by  William  the  Conquerer  in 
1066.  Henry  III  contributed  the  first  com- 
plete round  tower  in  1272.  Yet  much  of  the 
stonework  might  have  been  built  yesterday, 
so  excellent  is  its  state  of  repair.  Under  the 
casde  there  is  a  sinister  labyrinth  of  dun- 
geons, most  witb  their  own  sinister  stories, 
some  with  pathetic  little  scratches  made  on 
the  walls  by  prisoners  of  other  days. 

Little  I  dreamed  then  how  well  I  was  to 
come  to  know  the  place,  or  how  one  day  I .  too. 
would  be  hidden  away  there,  as  securely  and 
as  secredy  as  any  political  prisoner  waiting 
to  be  relieved  of  her  head. 

A  tall,  handsome,  courteous  young  man 
met  me  on  the  steps  of  the  front  door  of 
Royal  Lodge.  This  was  Ainslie.  the  butler, 
who  was  to  become  one  of  my  fast  friends. 
He  is  now  steward  at  Buckingham  Palace. 
His  beautiful  manners  alone  were  enough  to 
take  him  a  very  long  way. 

The  Duke  and  Duchess,  he  told  me.  had 
had  to  go  to  London  and  would  not  be  back 
until  later.  But  Her  Royal  Highness  had  had 
special  permission  to  sit  up  for  me.  so  would 
I  go  straight  up  to  the  nurseries,  as  Mrs. 
Knight  did  not  like  the  Princess  to  be  kept 
up  late. 

Mrs  knight  was  called  bv  evervone  Alah. 
probably  a  childish  version  of  her  Christian 
name  which  was  Clara.  She  had  been  nanny 
to  the  Duchess  and  her  brother  David  as 
babies.  She  was  a  tall,  noble-looking  woman, 
bom  in  Hertfordshire,  She  was  not.  like  so 
many  of  the  royal  attendants,  a  Scotswoman. 
She  was  what  every  good  nurse  ought  to  be — 
calm  and  kind,  exuding  that  comfortable  air 
of  infallibility  and  security  so  necessary  to 
the  welfare  of  the  young. 

English  nursery  tradition  is  dying  out  now. 
along  with  other  admirable  institutions  that 
have  provided  some  of  our  finest  citizens. 
The  nursery  was  a  world  in  miniature,  a  state 
within  a  state.  The  head  of  the  state  was  the 
nurse,  usually  called  Nanny  or  Nana.  It  was 
into  her  kind  arms  that  the  latest  baby  was 
handed  when  the  monthly  nurse  departed. 
It  was  she  who  had  the  entire  upbringing  and 
training  of  him  until  the  cruel  years  when 
school  came  and  he  was  torn  from  her.  at 
eight. 

She  would  have  a  younger  woman,  called 
a  nursemaid,  to  help  her  and  wait  on  her. 
who  in  turn  would  be  training  to  be  a  nanny 
herself.  In  the  more  important  households 
there  would  be  a  footman  and  a  housemaid 
told  off  to  wait  on  the  nurseries  as  well 


The  system  was.  open  to  abuse  when  the 
nurse  in  charge  was  a  tyrant,  as  she  some- 
times was.  But  mostly  these  were  dedicated 
women  as  surely  as  nuns  are.  They  had  a  real 
vocation,  and  it  is  impossible  to  convey  to 
anyone  who  has  not  known  it  the  comfort  and 
serenity  those  old-fashioned  nurseries  had. 

They  would  mostly  be  upstairs,  shut  off 
on  the  sunny  side  of  the  house.  A  fire  usually 
burned  behind  a  high  wire  fireguard  on  which 
baby  clothes  would  always  be  airing,  and 
in  front  of  which  the  latest  baby  was 
bathed.  There  was  always  a  rocking  chair  in 
which  Nanny  would  rock  sufferers  from 
bumps  or  private  sorrows  back  to  serenity. 
She  was  always  there,  a  shoulder  to  weep  on. 
a  bosom  to  fall  asleep  on.  She  would  sit  at 
evening  in  the  rocker,  the  children  around 
her  on  the  hearthrug,  mending*  or  knitting 
and  telling  stories  of  "when  mummie  was  a 
little  girl." 

For  nannies  were  handed  on.  When  one 
family  grew  up  she  would  go  with  them, 
and  be  a  nanny  to  their  babies.  When  a  fam- 
ily fell  on  evil  days  and  all  the  rest  had  fled, 
nanny  often  remained  even  when  no  wages 
could  be  paid  her.  one  of  the  family,  taking 
the  rough  with  the  smooth,  inaugurating  in 
a  different  and  smaller  place  that  atmosphere 
of  comfort  and  warmth,  and  the  smell  of  hot 
flannel  and  camphorated  oil  which  those  of 
us  who  remember  those  other  days  can 
never  forget. 

The  matron  of  a  small  boys'  school  once 
told  me  that  on  the  first  nights  of  school 
terms,  most  of  her  homesick  litde  boys  wept, 
not  for  mummie  but  for  their  nannv.  She 


was»mueh  more  than  a  paid  servam 
their  childhood. 

Hero  and  there  about  England 
VOttd  women  are  still  to  be  found, 
sound  core  of  many  a  home.  But 
dying  out  fast.  This  was  another  w 
tered  by  the  bombs! 

Alah  awaited  me  with  that  mixt 
serve  and  apprehension  felt  by  al 
when  the  governess  is  introduced, 
remember  that  in  all  my  years  at  1 
dilly,  London,  and  later  at  Bucking 
ace.  Alah  and  I  remained  good  frii 
if  on  her  side  the  neutrality  was 
armed  to  the  teeth.  I  was  always  ve 
not  to  tread  on  her  toes. 

Alah  had  entire  charge  in  those  d 
children's  out-of-school  lives — the 
their  baths,  their  manners,  their 
while  I  had  them  from  nine  to  six.  S 
help  her  an  undemurse  and  a  n 
These  two  girls  are  there  still— 
MacDonald  and  Ruby  MacDonalc 
ters  who  have  become  the  persoi 
and  friends  of  two  sisters. 

The  night  nursery-  was  decorate 
and  fawn,  the  Duchess'  favorite  cold 
A  small  figure  with  a  mop  of  curia 
bed.  She  wore  a  nightie  with  a  desia 
pink  roses  on  it.  She  had  tied  the  oq 
dressing  gown  to  the  knobs  of  the 
ioned  bed.  and  was  busy  driving 
"Tins  is  Miss  Crawford."  said 
The  little  girl  said.  "How  do  yen 
then  gave  me  a  long,  eomprehei 
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I HAVE  never  heard  of  a  divorce  being 
granted  a  man  because  he  alleged  his 
wife  was  a  good  cook. 

Our  preparatory-school  daughter,  who  is 
a  senior,  explains  her  wardrobe:  "The  rea- 
son 1  never  wear  brown,  mother,  is  because 
in  my  freshman  year  I  bought  a  pair  of 
black  shoes." 

If  a  child  breaks  a  dish,  say.  "  It's  only.a 
dish" — your  heart  won't  break  because  of  it. 

"Johnny  and  I  get  along  all  right."  ex- 
plained a  small  daughter,  '"until  there's 
snow." 

For  young  husbands  only:  A  new  bloom 
sweeps  clean. 

What  a  child  reads  does  not  need  to 
make  him  better,  but  it  should  never  make 
him  worse. 

Communism:  The  cause  that  suppresses. 

The  only  place  in  a  modem  house  where 
Uiere's  privacy  is  in  the  refrigerator. 

Our  son's  first  letter  from  school: 
"Dear  Mother:  I  like  it  here  as  well  as  I 
do  at  home.  Yours  very  truly. 


She  climbed  the  social  ladder  ring  by 
ring. 

Three  kinds  of  hospitality: 
Infrequent:  Elaborate  party  once  or 

twice  a  year. 
Too  Frequent:  Tired  hostess  frets  and  the 

mass  of  her  anxiety  falls  like  an  avalanche 

upon  guests. 
Common-sense:  Guests  welcomed  without 

apology  and  entertained  on  same  footing 

as  family 

Nothing  is  more  strengthening  to  the 
marriage  relationship  than  doing  the  dishes 
together 


My  grandmother  believed  a  chi 
be  taught  to  save  words.  Her  advi 
we  couldn't  get  to  the  point,  was  * 
off  bodi  ends  and  give  me  the  mid 

When  a  photographer  takes  a  pi( 
modem  house  he  either  stands  on 
on  his  head,  or  turns  the  earner 
down.  No  one  ever  gets  a  straigh 
picture  of  a  modem  house  until  hi 
one — and  then  it  is  usually  too  lat 

The  mother  of  several  children 
perfect  guest;  she's  so  grateful  I 
kindness  shown  her.  from  a  sand 
food  to  an  old  coat  thrown  ovei 
warmth. 

Note  to  girls:  If  you  take  a  In- 
to a  church  supper  often  enough, 
is  going  to  ask  to  marry  you. 

Boy  writes  urgent  letter  fro] 
where  there  are  no  "  convenience 

"Dear  Mother:  Send  me  a  flaf 
once.  I  need  it  at  mght  to 
there  is  something  1  have  to  tell  ye 
to  mouth." 

"Mother.  1  think  it's  a  mistal 
have  more  adjectives  when  the 
many  beautiful  tilings  in  the 
describe." 

Children  should  be  taught  good  j 
tion.  a  keen  sense  of  the  faults  of  i 
well  as  its  merits. 

It  is  poor  discipline  to  wrap 
duties  in  cotton:  "Would  mother 
like  to  ran  an  errand?" 

Dirge  of  a  worn-out  mother: 
And  now  the  tub  is  gfeamini 
Scrubbed  till  it  shims  like  I 
What  peace'  to  du  in  its  clea 
A  nd  drown  the  children  too 

Her  family  takes  as  much  out  C 
church-supper  slew  takes  out  of  I 


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81 


For  every  woman  who  leads  a  double  life . . . 


lUDGET-WISE  YOU!  You  wash  your  own  dishes,  suds  your  own  clothes,  wield  your  BEAU-WISE  YOU!  And  when  you  go  dining— dancing — yon  wanl  tout  hands  petal- 
wn  dust  mop.  Your  capable  hands  are  busy  every  day  with  soap-and-watcr  tasks.  Tasks  smooth — soft-to-hold.  That's  why  Trushay's /for  you!  Read  below  bow  this  unique 
iat  can  roughen  and  cha£  hands.  But  you  don't  want  that,  for  when  evening  comes,  it's      "beforehand"  lotion  guards  your  hands  while  you  work  —  keeps  them  lovely. 

TRUSHAY    .  the  "beforehand"  lotion . . .  guards  your  hands 

even  in  hot,  soapy  water! 


je auty-born  for  you — velvety,  blossom-sweet  Trushay! 
9  For  you — and  every  woman  whose  hands  are  in  and 
it — in  and  out — of  hot,  soapy  water. 
Fabulous  Trushay — an  utterly  different  idea  in  hand 
re! 

ii  A  lotion  so  oil-rich  you  apply  it  BEFORE  doing  dishes  or 
dsing  light  laundry — and  it  protects  your  hands  right  in 
e  Hot,  soapy  water!  Actually  helps  prevent  its  drying 
apping  damage.  Softens  your  hands — preserving  their 
loothness  while  you  work. 

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So  don't  let  daily  soap-and-waler  chores  spoil  your  hands 
for  romance.  Adopt  Trushay 's  "beforehand"'  care  today. 

And  remember,  Trushay  leads  a  double  life,  too!  It's 
marvelous  "beforehand"' — and  it's  a  wonderful  lotion  to 
use  any  time.  So  have  a  bottle  on  your  dressing  table  as 
well  as  in  your  kitchen. 

Use  Trushay  as  a  skin  softener,  a  body  rub,  a  powder 
base.  Smooth  it  on  before  you  go  out  in  winter.  Creamy 
Trushay  makes  your  skin  much  softer — and  guards  against 
ugly,  painful  chapping.  So,  begin  today  to  use  Trusha)  ! 


TRUSHAY 

THE 
"BEFOREHAND" 
LOTION 


*  PRODUCT  OF  BRISTOL-MYERS 


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Januar) .  198 


are  softies ! 


Scotties  are  "softies"  on  your  skin  and  pure  white-white.  Yet.  marve 
of  marvels,  they  have  the  2-way  strength  you  want  for  practical  use.  Yoi 
don't  poke  a  finger  through  a  Scottie  when  you  "blow."  And  when  you  remov 
make-up,  a  Scottie  doesn't  crumhlc.  Scotties  are  "thrilties"  Kx).  Sec  how  econom 
cal  these  soft  white  tissues  are  by  comparing  Scotties'  value  with  all  others. 

^  OAM&JIA  tt4dUC^if  Scott  tfUti)  Wt  OA  odd  QmfW. 


%mAii*»  "  "Hofl  n»  DM  llnon."  \Uu   I  l< 


LADIES'  HO,l  K  jol  U  N  AL 


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seen  once  before,  and  went  on,  "Why 
you  no  hair?" 

ulled  off  my  hat  to  show  her.  "I  have 
;h  to  go  on  with,''  I  said.  "  It's  an  Eton 

s  picked  up  her  reins  again. 
>o  you  usually  drive  in  bed?"  I  asked, 
mostly  go  once  or  twice  round  the  park 
e  I  go  to  sleep,  you  know,"  she  said.  "  It 
ises  my  horses."  She  navigated  a  dan- 
s  and  difficult  corner,  and  went  on, 

you  going  to  stay  with  us?" 
or  a  little  while,  anyway,"  I  replied, 
/ill  you  play  with  us  tomorrow?  Will 
ome  to  the  Little  House  with  us?"  she 

eagerly. 

ih  had  by  now  unhitched  the  team,  and 
jer  flat.  She  allowed  herself  to  be  tucked 
like  a  small  doll.  "Good  night.  See  you 
[tow,"  she  said  to  me. 

yal  Lodge  was  originally  a  shooting  box 
by  George  IV.  The  original  part  left  is 
ge  drawing  room,  which  is  called  the 
h,  and  an  octagon  room  and  the  wine 
S  underneath.  It  has  been  painted  pink 
Ise  the  Queen  had  spent  happy  years  of 
fiildhood  in  a  pink  house  and  had  kept  a 
affection  for  it.  Royal  Lodge  is  quite 
host  up  to  date  of  the  royal  establish- 
5.  It  was  plain  and  simple,  and  might 
ibeen  any  country  gentleman's  home. 

ad  dinner  alone  on  a  tray  in  a  pleasant 
ig  room  upholstered  in  chintz.  To  my 
r,  a  large  fire  was  burning  there.  After 
ind,  the  south  seemed  to  be  almost  un- 

bly  warm  and  close,  and  I  could  hardly 
[he.  Upstairs  a  cheer- 

□usemaid  had  done  BBHRH 

of  my  unpacking  for 

The  schoolroom  on 

econd  floor  looked 

ver  the  gardens,  and 

rhole  atmosphere  of 

omfortable,  unpre- 

us  pink  house  was 

like  and  informal. 

of  my  apprehension  began  to  disappear. 

:  Duchess  came  in  later  that  evening, 

ag  her  going-out  clothes,  still  just  down 

London,  twenty-five  miles  away.  She 

sort  of  sheen  or  brightness  about  her. 

as  thirty-one,  and  her  way  of  speaking 

ne  easy,  friendly  one  of  any  girl  in  her 

Lome  speaking  to  another  girl  who  was 
|>m  home  and  might  be  a  little  homesick 
tteeded  to  be  put  at  her  ease.  She  wore 
liial  blue,  and  I  still  thought  her  one  of 
liveliest  people  I  had  ever  seen. 

Biad  a  gentle,  kindly  manner  of  looking 
Hi.  Her  eyes  were  her  most  outstanding 
nfe,  very  blue,  very  sympathetic,  and 
[joked  incredibly  youthful.  The  old  en- 
l  ment  I  had  felt  up  north  still  held  me. 
u  she  said,  "  I  do  hope  you  will  be  happy 
Band  like  us,"  I  replied,  *'t  am  sure  I 
il '  And  I  meant  every  word  of  it. 

3  akfast  was  brought  to  me  in  my  room 
tr  first  morning  at  Royal  Lodge.  But  be- 
a  hat  I  had  been  conscious  of  shrieks  of 
ater  close  at  hand.  An  unholy  din  filled 
:|r  for  some  time.  This  I  learned  was  the 
[J  procedure.  The  little  girls  were  having 
aporning  session  in  their  parents'  room, 
tatter  how  busy  the  day,  how  early  the 
nthat  had  to  be  made,  each  morning  be- 
ilith  high  jinks  in  the  parents'  bedroom, 
tf  children  had  sweet,  bell-like  voices, 
mnt  to  hear,  and  it  was  difficult  not  to 
in  the  laughter,  even  at  a  distance.  It 
s pmewhere  around  ten  o'clock  before 
ryvent  off  to  Alah. 

Am  the  time  of  my  arrival,  Lilibet  came 
^to  me.  She  had  given  herself  this  name 

ipashe  found  "Elizabeth"  rather  difficult 
e  round,  and  it  had  stuck  to  her  ever 

it:  first  morning  she  showed  me  the  Little 
The  Little  House  was  a  present  from 
:ople  of  Wales.  For  many  years  it  was 
princesses'  favorite  toy.  It  still  stands  in 
"ounds  of  Royal  Lodge,  a  nicely  ma- 
'wgarden  now  growing  up  round  it.  Wait- 
r  its  next  tenant.  Princess  Elizabeth  will 


probably  have  it  moved  one  day  to  her  coun- 
try home  for  her  own  children. 

It  had  its  name  neatly  printed  on  the  gate, 
"Y  Bwthyn  Bach,"  or  The  Little  Thatched 
House.  Welsh  thatchers  came  up  from  time 
to  time  to  attend  to  the  roof.  It  is  rethatched 
every  three  or  four  years. 

Later  it  became  impossible  to  get  Welsh 
thatchers.  The  art  has  died  out  there.  So 
English  thatchers  came.  In  England,  each 
county  has  its  own  style  of  thatching. 

The  Little  House  was  built  to  scale  for 
children,  and  a  bit  on  the  small  side  for  me. 
I  could  get  round  by  going  on  my  knees. 
There  was  one  place  on  the  landing  where  I 
could  stand  upright,  all  five  feet  seven  of  me. 

The  house  is  complete  in  every  detail,  with 
blue  chintz  curtains  at  diamond-paned  win- 
dows which  really  open,  with  plumbing  that 
works  and  lights  that  go  on  and  off.  What 
especially  enchanted  me  that  first  day  was 
the  small  oil  painting  ot  the  Duchess  that 
hung  over  the  little  mantelshelf  in  the  draw- 
ing room.  It  was  done  to  scale  by  Miss  Sybil 
Charlotte  Williams,  a  Welsh  artist,  and  it  is 
one  of  the  best  likenesses  I  have  seen  of  the 
Duchess  as  she  was  then,  with  her  sweet  ex- 
pression and  lovely  coloring,  and  the  indi- 
vidual, and  at  that  time  not  fashionable,  way 
she  did  her  hair. 

There  was  a  radio  that  worked,  an  oak 
dresser  with  a  complete  outfit  of  china,  dec- 
orated with  buttercups,  and  an  outfit  of  linen 
with  the  initial  "  E"  and  a  crown.  I  opened  a 
drawer  and  found  an  insurance  policy  such  as 
must  be  carried  by  every  prudent  housewife. 
There  was  also  a  radio-set  license.  English 
radio  is  government-controlled,  and  licenses 
have  to  be  taken  out  with 
■■■■■m  each  set,  and  renewed  year- 
ly, at  a  cost  of  one  pound. 

There  was  in  the  book- 
shelves a  complete  set  of 
Beatrix  Potter's  books. 
One  in  Welsh!  Beatrix 
Potter  is  a  very  favorite 
children's  writer,  and  her 
books — Peter  Rabbit, 
Benjamin  Bunny,  and  Jemima  Puddleduck — 
are  English  nursery  classics. 

The  kitchen  of  the  Little  House  had  every, 
possible  utensil  and  cooking  pot,  and  an  out-i 
fit  of  stores  of  canned  goods.  All  in  miniature., 
There  were  brooms  and  pans,  baking  powder 
and  flour,  and  there  was  even  a  miniature- 
packet  of  Epsom  salts !  ; 

I  found  the  whole  place  quite  enchanting,- 
and  at  that  time  I  remember  being  im-i 
mensely  impressed  by  the  wonderful  orden 
there.  I  thought  without  any  doubt  someone 
came  down  from  time  to  time  to  clean  and 
dust  and  keep  the  place  in  order.  But  not  a> 
bit  of  it.  The  little  girls  looked  after  it  them- 
selves, and  probably  learned  in  doing  so 
more  than  any  domestic-science  school  could 
have  taught  them.  For  which,  grateful 
thanks  to  the  people  of  Wales. 

The  children  copied,  as  children  always 
will,  what  they  saw  around  them.  Lilibet  was 
then  rising  six,  but  she  put  away  the  blan- 
kets and  linen  and  wrapped  up  the  silver  in 
newspaper  "to  prevent  it  getting  tarnished, 
Crawfie,"  as  she  told  me  some  time  later, 
whenever  we  went  to  London.  The  furniture 
was  covered  with  dust  sheets,  just  as  the 
staff  did  in  the  main  house  when  we  went 
away.  Children  reflect  what  they  see  going 
on  around  them.  This  sense  of  order  was,  I 
found,  very  strong  in  the  family  of  my  new 
employers. 

The  Duke  and  the  Duchess  had  their  bed- 
rooms on  the  ground  floor.  It  was  an  odd  ar- 
rangement, because  you  mostly  go  upstairs 
to  bed,  but  they  seemed  to  like  it.  The  win- 
dows were  fitted  with  grilles,  and  the  house 
was  full  of  burglarproof  gadgets. 

The  large  double  bed  in  the  Duchess'  room 
had  blue  silk  covers  and  lemon  pleatings. 
The  carpets  are  of  the  Queen's  favorite  color 
to  this  day— misty  blue.  There  was  a  large 
kidney-shaped  dressing  table,  glass-topped, 
everything  on  it  kept  beautifully  tidy.  The 
furniture  and  cupboards  were  all  very  sim- 
ple and  unadorned,  of  white  apple  wood. 
The  only  real  luxury  was  that  the  cupboards 
lit  up  inside  when  you  opened  them. 


Dear  Sirs: 

I  have  never  written  to  any  concern  about 
their  product,  but  your  firm  should  certainly 
be  complimented  on  your  Swans  Down  In- 
stant Cake  Mix. 

I've  been  noted  for  the  nice  white  cakes  I 
can  bake,  but  your  product  can  outshine  me 
for  a  wonderful  white  cake. 

Mrs.  D.  C.  Marshall, 
Dowagiac,  Mich. 

P.S.  It's  really  the  finest  of  its  kind,  I've 
tried  them  all! 

If  Swans  Down  Instant  Cake  Mix  really  can 
outshine  crack  cakemakers  like  you,  Mrs. 
Marshall,  it's  because  we  use  ingredients  as 
fine  as  your  own.  Egg  whites  that  taste  farm- 
fresh,  prepared  by  an  exclusive  process,  fresh, 
all-vegetable  shortening,  and  delicate,  home- 
type  flavoring.  And,  of  course,  soft,  superfine 
Swans  Down  Cake  Flour. 

Gentlemen: 

I  wish  to  tell  vou  that  "Swans  Down  In- 
stant Cake  Mix"  is  just  wonderful.  I  have 


Makes  all  your  favorites — white  c; 
chocolate  cake,  cupcakes,  upside  down  e; 
yellow,  spice,  orange— cookiesand  browt 
too.  Try  this  de  luxe  variation: 

SWAN*  DOWN  INSTANT 
MARBLE  CAKE 

1  box  Swans  Down  Instant  Cake  M 
1  cup  milk 

1  teaspoon  almond  extract 

1  tablespoon  sugar 

2  tablespoons  water 
1  square  Baker's  Unsweetened 

Chocolate,  melted 

Mix  Cake  Mix  with  I  cup  milk  as  directe 
package,  adding  almond  extract.  To  I 
of  the  baiter,  add  other  ingredients  and  bl 
Prepare  two  8-inch  layer  pans  or  9x9 
inch  pan  as  directed  and  put  batter  by  I 
spoonfuls  into  pans,  alternating  light 
dark  mixtures.  Then  with  knife,  cut  care 
through  batter  in  wide  zigzag  coursi 
"marble."  Bake  at  375°  F.  about  25  mir 
for  layers,  30  minutes  for  square  cake.  F 

•  The  only  cake  mix  made  with 
Swans  Down  Cake  Flour 


used  several  kinds  of  cake  mix  but  "Swans 
Down''  tops  them  all.  Thanking  you  for 
delicious  cakes  with  no  work. 

Mrs.  J.  G.  Carhart, 
Avondale,  Pa. 

"No  work"  is  a  feature  mentioned  b>  many 
Swans  Down  Instant  fans,  Mrs.  C  arhart.  Just 
4  minutes  from  box  to  o\en! 

Dear  Sirs: 

I  want  to  compliment  you  on  the  best  cake 
mix  I  have  ever  used— Swans  Down.  I  have 
tried  many  cake  mixes  and  never  cared  for 
them  until  1  tried  Swans  Down  which  1  will 
use  for  all  my  cakes  in  the  future. 

Mrs.  Ed.  B.  Hughes, 
Canoga  Park,  Calif. 

You  really  can  use  Swans  Down  Instant  for 
almost  every  type  of  cake  there  is.  Mrs. 
Hughes.  It  makes  dozens  of  luscious  varia- 
tions—and we're  always  hearing  of  new  ones. 


A  product  of  General  Foods 


^  I  care  not  if  God  is  on  my 
^  side.  My  constant  hope 
and  prayer  is  that  I  may  be 
found  upon  God's  side. 

—  ABRAHAM  LINCOLN. 


LADIES'  HOME  I  JOURNAL 


January,  195 


are  softies ! 


The  Duke's  room  always  reminded  me  of 
cabin  on  a  ship.  Wherever  he  was,  he  man- 
ged  to  give  that  air  to  it.  A  blue-green 
raped  bed,  very  hard-looking,  a  solid  dress- 
ig  table  that  itself  had  a  nautical  air,  and 
ne  bookcase  were  all  the  furniture  he  had  in 
in  those  days.  Here,  too,  everything  was 
lid  out  very  precisely  and  neatly,  as  if  for  a 
parade  inspection. 

Later,  when  they  were  engulfed  in  Buck- 
ingham Palace  with  its  marble  and  crystal, 
ts  plush  and  gilt,  much  the  same  atmosphere 
mng  over  their  two  rooms.  The  King's  was 
ilways  immaculately  tidy  and  vaguely  nau- 
ical,  the  Queen's  always  fragrant  with 
owers.  The  perfume  of  certain  flowers  al- 
ays  brings  her  back  to  me.  Especially  roses. 
Lilibet  and  I  started  lessons  at  nine-thirty 
In  the  morning,  when  she  had  finished  her 
breakfast  with  Alah  in  the  nursery.  I  break- 
fasted in  my  sitting  room,  alone.  It  looked 
but  onto  the  gardens.  There  are  incredible 
numbers  of  rare  birds  at  Royal  Lodge.  It  is 
lard  to  believe  it  is  only  twenty-five  miles 
;from  London.  Later  we  fixed  up  a  bird  bell 
•and  a  bird  table.  The  smaller  birds  would 
come  and  ring  the  bell  to  get  the  food  out. 

Though  not  yet  six,  Lilibet  had  com- 
menced her  riding  lessons  with  Owen  the 
groom,  and  she  liked  me  to  come  and  watch 
her.  Her  first  canter  was  a  great  day.  I  used 
to  walk  with  the  dogs,  and  it  was  very  pretty 
to  hear  her  small  bell-like  voice  through  the 
trees  talking  to  Owen  about  burs,  galls  and 
girths. 

[  I  began  to  love  the  beauty  of  the  peaceful 
iaily  life  we  had.  Lunch  was  great  fun.  We 
our  had  this  together.  A  special  milk  pud- 
ling  always  arrived  for  Lilibet.  She  used  to 
ye  it  mournfully  as  it  was  borne  in,  refused 
my  the  Duke  and  Duchess,  and  by  me,  and 
irmly  served  to  herself. 

"It's  good  for  you,"  said  the  Duchess. 
I  "If  it's  so  good  forme,  I  think  Crawfie  ought 
d  have  some  too.  It's  good  for  her  also,"  said 
.ilibet  one  day,  eying  me  firmly.  So  the  dish 
'as  handed  back  to  me,  and  I  had  to  take 
»me  too. 

j  Margaret  came  down  at  the  end  of  the 
peal.  It  was  a  great  delight  to  see  her  open- 
Ig  the  door  gently  and  pushing  her  small  fat 

ce  round  it. 
I  The  Duke  always  asked  her  what  she  had 
nd  for  lunch,  and  we  had  wonderful  de- 
riptions.  She  would  hold  out  her  hand  and 
it  father  would  put  a  spoonful  of  coffee 
gar  into  it.  Lilibet  also  had  a  great  weak- 
tes  for  this,  which  was  the  good  old-fash- 
ned  barley  sugar  known  as  "Rock  of  Ages." 
The  two  little  girls  had  their  own  way  of 
aling  with  their  sugar.  Margaret  kept  the 
hole  lot  in  her  small  hot  hand  and  pushed 
into  her  mouth.  Lilibet,  however,  care- 
tlly  sorted  hers  out  on  the  table,  large  and 
nail  pieces  together,  and  then  ate  it  very 
aintily  and  methodically. 
It  is  interesting  to  note  bow  the  coffee- 
lgar  habit  hung  on.  Years  later  when  both 
iris  were  quite  big,  and  we  were  at  Windsor 
astle  during  the  war,  the  coffee  sugar 
ould  be  ceremoniously  handed  to  both  the 
'rincesses  by  the  footman,  and  they  would 
ch  take  a  handful  though  they  never  drank 
"  'offee. 

The  royal  family  even  in  those  days  did 
..-  ot  have  white  tablecloths.  They  dined  off  a 
lass-topped  table,  with  dinner  mats,  square, 
^  lade  of  parchment.  One  set  had  birds,  and 
<^*nother  set  flowers  painted  on  them. 
'X  One  day  I  learned  that  King  George  V  and 
'ueen  Mary  were  coming  down  to  tea.  This 
vas  quite  an  unusual  occurrence.  The  royal 
amily  visit  one  another  very  rarely  and 
arely  all  meet  en  masse  unless  there  is  a  coro- 
lation,  christening,  wedding  or  funeral  in 
heir  midst.  There  is  no  dropping  in  and  out 
>n  casual  visits,  or  very  little,  though  num- 
rous  notes  are  exchanged. 


make  1,0  TI,IS  was  flu'te  an  event.  No  one  said 
mything  to  me  about  it,  but  I  had  a  shrewd 
cal  these  !-uspicion  they  were  coming  down  to  have  a 
T)ok  at  me.  I  sensed  that  Their  Majesties  had 
iclonged  to  that  circle  who  disapproved  of 
fi      iy  appointment  and  considered  me  much 

I  mentioned  this  to  the  Duchess,  who 
mglied  and  agreed.  "There  is  an  idea  going 


OMX) 


round  that  someone  older  would  have  been  1 1 
better  choice,  but  the  Duke  and  I  don't  thiriii 
so.  We  want  our  children  to  have  a  happil 
childhood  which  they  can  always  look  bar.  I 
on,"  she  told  me. 

The  ordeal  drew  nearer.  I-  was  not  mud 
good  at  curtsying  in  those  days.  It  is  anaof 
quired  art,  as  one  is  apt  to  topple.  There  ili 
nothing  more  beautiful  than  a  curtsy  that'll 
gracefully  done.  It  is  an  act  of  homage  til 
the  sovereign  and  consists  of  bending  thelelij 
knee  and  making  a  deep  obeisance— prefaii 
ably  without  a  wobble— keeping  the  bacii 
straight  and  the  head  up.  It  takes  practiaw 
I  went  round  the  gardens  practicing  assidirf 
ously  to  a  British  oak.  Only  later  did  I  nil 
alize  how  suitable  was  my  choice. 

Afternoon  came.  The  children  remained 
indoors  to  welcome  their  grandparents.  I  an 
pected  they  would  all  come  out  into  till 
garden  together,  and  that  I  would  be  cenlj 
moniously  presented  to  them. 

Not  a  bit  of  it.  Over  the  lawn  by  then  I 
selves  came  King  George  and  Queen  Marli 
a  truly  imposing  couple.  The  King  was  thi  . 
in  his  late  sixties,  a  most  commanding  figmtl 
Queen  Mary  looked  taller  than  he  becautl 
she  had  such  a  magnificent  carriage. 

There  was  no  one  to  introduce  me.  Queni 
Mary  stopped,  leaned  on  her  ever-presai 
folded  silk  umbrella,  and  said,  "You  are  MI  J 
Crawford." 

I  made  my  deepest  curtsy,  one  to  each  \ 
them,  the  King  first.  They  looked  me  ovl 
with  that  long,  now-becoming-familiar  searcf 
ing  look.  I  remember  I  had  an  almost  in  * 
sistible  desire  to  say,  "Please,  will  I  do  I 

Apparently  I  would.  Queen  Mary  s  I 
nothing  at  all,  but  she  smiled  at  me.  Ki  \ 
George  grunted  and  prodded  the  ground  w  I 
his  stick.  At  first  acquaintance  he  was  rati  I 
disconcerting.  He  had  a  loud,  booming  voiiijt 
rather  terrifying  to  children  and  youl 
ladies  who  did  not  know  him.  After  a  n)f 
ment  he  said: 

"For  goodness'  sake,  teach  Margaret! 
Lilibet  to  write  a  decent  hand,  that's 
ask  you.  Not  one  of  my  children  can  wi 
properly.  They  all  do  it  exactly  the  sail 
way." 

And  under  his  breath  he  said  sometl 
that  was  probably  what  he  thought  of! 
way  it  was,  but  I  did  not  catch  what  he  s 

"  I  like  a  hand  with  some  character  in 
he  said,  and  walked  away. 

They  overawed  me  a  little  at  the  tt 
Later  I  was  to  have  a  very  great  love  a 
affection  for  Queen  Mary.  There  were  mat 
times  when  I  went  to  her  in  trouble.  She  tUn 
always  a  rock  of  strength  and  wisdom  tr> 
someone  I  could  go  to  in  moments  of  do  P; 
and  difficulty.  There  were  to  be  plenty  ill 
both. 

Margaret  was  an  enchanting,  doll-1 
child,  still  in  the  nursery.  She  was  Alah'ss 
charge,  and  I  saw  little  of  her  at  first.  S 
was  the  baby  everyone  loves  at  sight,  t 
from  the  very  beginning  I  had  that  feeli 
about  Lilibet.  She  was  special.  I  had  n 
many  children  of  all  sorts  in  my  time,  \\i 
never  one  with  so  much  character  at 
young  an  age,  and  it  was  not  long  befor 
had  made  up  my  mind  that  should  the  )ti\ 
be  offered  to  me  permanently,  I  would  iff, 
cept  it. 

It  was  my  first  experience  with  royal 
economy  in  words,  which  I  was  to  cornels; 
know  so  well.  My  month  became  live  wed 
five  weeks  was  rapidly  turning  into  six, 
still  no  word  was  said  either  of  my  staying  t 
departing.  In  the  end  I  went  to  the  Ducht  ; 
who  was  a  little  surprised  I  had  needed 
ask.  Both  she  and  the  Duke  had  though! 
would  somehow  realize,  without  any  ll 
necessary  talk,  that  they  thought  I  would)! 

"But  of  course  you  must  stay,"  she  9tl 
as  if  the  whole  affair  had  been  settled  lol 
ago.  Perhaps  it  is  having  people  always  I 
hand  to  attend  to  detail  and  staff  work  til 
engenders  this  rather  vague  frame  of  mil 
among  royalty  that  is  often  amusing,  ll 
occasionally  somewhat  disconcerting.  I 

I  told  the  Duchess  I  must  go  home  first| 
set  my  own  affairs  in  order,  consult  I 
mother,  and  pack  my  belongings.  I  remit! 
her  that  originally  I  had  come  down  for© 
a  month.  The  Duchess  seemed  surprised. 


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in  Dunfermline,  I  had  to  get  to- 
|  what  was,  for  me,  a  trousseau  of 
Hi  suitable  to  my  new  life.  This  was 
Ua  problem  and  a  great  expense,  but 
I,  to  a  wonderful  mother  who  was  clever 
pr  needle.  I  went  south  again  ready  for 
Uyal  occasion.  As  it  turned  out,  life  at 
ficcadilly  was  very  quiet  and  the  de- 
■  on  my  wardrobe  were  not  so  severe  a 
las  they  were  to  become  later,  when 
pily  moved  to  Buckingham  Palace, 
iress  was  to  become  a  problem,  and  I 
spend  most  of  my  salary  on  clothes, 
my  most  successful  evening  frocks,  I 
ber.  was  made  out  of  some  blue  tapes- 
at  had  originally  been  intended  for 
is  in  my  bedroom  at  home, 
he  autumn  I  returned  to  the  royal 
,  a  permanent  member  of  the  ducal 
lold  at  145  Piccadilly,  London. 
145  was  a  tall,  narrow  London  house, 
feyond  Hyde  Park  Corner,  two  doors 
he  house  that  once  belonged  to  the 
of  Wellington.  St.  George's  Hospital 
ost  opposite.  Its  lit  windows  used  to 
jut  at  us  all  through  the  night.  The 
had  an  enclosed  space,  known  as 
ton  Gardens,  behind  it.  A  gate  led  out 
here  into  Hyde  Park.  During  the  war, 
lings  were  removed,  and  the  once  well- 
arden  is  a  sad  sight  of  dilapidation 

vas  a  homelike  and  unpretentious 
nold  I  found  myself  in.  It  was  a  home 
nter  of  which  was  undoubtedly  the 
les.  They  were  on  the  top  floor,  com- 
e  sunny  rooms  that  opened  onto  a 
g  beneath  a  big  glass  ^^^^^^^^ 

Round  the  dome 
jome  thirty-odd  toy 

about  a  foot  high 
•els. 

at's  where  we  stable 
Lilibet  explained, 
ie  showed  me  that 
lorse  there  had  its  ■■^^■^■H 

addle  and  bridle, 

were  kept  immaculate  and  polished 

little  girls  themselves.  Over  the  years 
lection  had  accumulated,  for  when  in 
as  to  Christmas  and  birthday  presents, 

always  safe  to  send  another  horse, 
ile  routine  was  strictly  observed.  Each 
had  its  saddle  removed  nightly  and 
ily  fed  and  watered.  No  matter  what 

ght  be  going  on,  this  was  a  must-be- 
:hore.  The  obsession  for  toy  horses 
unbroken  until  real  horses  became  im- 
t  some  years  later,  and  even  then  the 
:nds  were  not  forgotten.  They  stood  in 
ilong  one  of  the  corridors  at  Bucking- 

alace,  their  grooming  basket  at  the 

the  row,  for  many  a  year. 

of  Lilibet's  favorite  games  that  went 
years  was  to  harness  me  with  a  pair  of 
ns  that  had  bells  on  them,  and  off  we 

go,  delivering  groceries.  I  would  be 
i,  patted,  given  my  nose  bag  and 

to  a  standstill,  while  Lilibet,  at  imagi- 
louses,  delivered  imaginary  groceries 
:ld  long  and  intimate  imaginary  con- 
ons  with  her  make-believe  customers. 

times  she  would  whisper  to  me, 
fie,  you  must  pretend  to  be  impatient, 
he  ground  a  bit."  So  I  would  paw. 
mornings  were  wonderful,  for  then 
ath  came  in  clouds,  "just  like  a  proper 
'  said  Lilibet  contentedly, 
tie  herself  would  be  the  horse,  prancing 
1,  sidling  up  to  me,  nosing  in  my  pock- 
sugar,  making  convincing  little  whin- 
noises.  Once  I  remarked  to  the  King 
his  obsession  for  horses  was  surely 
remarkable.  His  Majesty  said,  "Think 
g  of  it.  It  is  a  family  idiosyncrasy, 
ster  Mary  was  a  horse  till  she  came 

jdes  the  toy  horses  there  were  other 
:gged  friends  in  the  world  outside.  A 

's  dray  with  a  fine  pair  often  pulled  up 
cadilly  just  below,  stopped  by  the 
lights.  There  they  would  stand,  steam- 
l  winter  nights.  The  little  girls,  their 
Dressed  to  the  nursery  window,  would 

for  them  fondly,  anxious  if  they  were 
)n  wet  streets  anything  might  happen 

dray  horses.  And  many  a  weary  little 


^  The  difference  between 
^  landscape  and  landscape  is 
small,  but  there  is  a  great  dif- 
ference between  beholders. 

. —  EMERSON. 


pony  trotting  home  at  the  end  of  the  day  in 
its  coster's  cart  little  dreamed  of  the  wealth 
of  royal  sympathy  it  roused  from  that  upper 
window. 

From  another  side  of  the  house  we  could 
see  the  riding  schools  going  along  Rotten 
Row,  the  riding  track  in  Hyde  Park.  At 
the  end  of  the  tan  they  would  turn  and  start 
off  again,  the  same  horse  appearing  several 
times  a  day  with  different  riders. 

"If  I  am  ever  Queen,"  said  Lilibet  firmly, 
"I  shall  make  a  law  that  there  must  be  no 
riding  on  Sundays.  Horses  should  have  a 
rest  too.  And  I  shan't  let  anyone  dock  their 
pony's  tail." 

The  house  at  145  Piccadilly  was  neither 
large  nor  splendid.  It  might  have  been  the 
home  of  any  moderately  well-to-do  young 
couple  starting  married  life.  My  bedroom,  on 
the  fourth  floor,  was  the  only  spare  room. 
Lilibet's  room  was  next  door.  There  was  no 
official  schoolroom.  We  did  lessons  in  a  pleas- 
ant little  boudoir  belonging  to  the  Duchess, 
off  the  big  drawing  room.  I  have  never 
known  a  house  with  a  nicer  atmosphere.  The 
children's  bell-like  voices  floated  down  the 
well  of  the  dome,  calling  to  each  other,  or 
fondly  addressing  their  horses.  It  has  often 
seemed  to  me  since  that  in  those  days  we 
lived  in  an  ivory  tower,  removed  from  the 
real  world.  The  Duke  and  Duchess  were  so 
young,  and  so  much  in  love.  They  took  great 
delight  in  each  other  and  in  their  chil- 
dren. Looking  back  on  it,  it  often  seems 
to  me  as  though  while  we  were  there  the 
season  was  always  spring. 

The  morning  session  in 
their  parents'  room  began 
the  day  at  about  nine 
o'clock,  as  it  always  con- 
tinued to  do  right  up  to 
the  morning  of  Princess 
Elizabeth's  marriage.  The 
children's  bath  hour  and 
"IIHHHHBH    bedtime,  with  the 

parents,  ended  the  day. 
Nothing  was  ever  allowed  to  stand  in  the 
way  of  these  family  sessions. 

Lessons  now  began  for  Lilibet.  She  was 
rising  six.  I  found  she  could  already  read;  her 
mother  had  taught  her,  at  five.  She  proved 
an  immensely  interesting  child  to  teach,  with 
a  high  I.Q.,  and  from  the  start  there  was 
always  about  her  a  certain  amenability, 
a  reasonableness  rare  in  anyone  so  very 
young.  She  was  quick  at  picking  anything 
up,  and  one  never  had  to  do  a  lot  of  ex- 
plaining to  her.  I  found  later  on  the  same 
bright  quickness  of  mind  in  Margaret,  who 
knew  the  look  of  words  and  could  recognize 
them  by  eye  long  before  she  could  spell  them 
or  read  properly,  but  she  did  not  make  so 
rapid  progress  as  Lilibet,  and  read  much  later. 

As  our  first  reader  we  took  Barrie's  Peter 
Pan  in  Kensington  Gardens,  a  book  both 
children  were  very  fond  of.  They  also  began 
to  read  the  Children's  Newspaper,  an  excel- 
lent little  publication  setting  out  current 
happenings  in  simple  language.  1  believe  it  is 
delivered  to  them  still.  They  took  to  news- 
paper reading  very  early,  and  like  most  chil- 
dren delighted  in  the  comic  strips,  both 
English  and  American.  Presently,  when  Lili- 
bet was  older,  part  of  her  daily  lesson  was 
reading  the  Times.  But  in  the  earlier  days 
the  horizon  was  rather  blocked  by  "Pip, 
Squeak  and  Wilfred,"  "Mutt  and  Jeff"  and 
"Li'l  Abner." 

The  children  could  not  have  been  more 
simply  dressed.  They  wore  cotton  frocks, 
mostly  blue  with  a  flower  pattern,  and  little 
cardigan  coats  to  match  when  it  was  cool. 
Blue  of  a  certain  misty  shade  was  always  the 
Duchess'  favorite  color,  and  it  happened  to 
be  mine  as  well.  More  than  once  on  coming 
down  to  lunch  I  found  we  were  all  dressed  in 
the  same  color.  After  that  I  tactfully  adopted 
brown. 

Lilibet  had  a  passion  for  cherry  red  and  a 
red  coat  she  was  particularly  attached  to. 
Margaret  was  still  a  baby  of  two,  but  rather 
wistful  about  it.  For  a  time  she  was  kept 
back,  and  this  led  to  a  rumor  going  around 
that  there  was  something  wrong  witli  her. 
One  school  of  thought  had  it  that  she  was 
deaf  and  dumb,  a  notion  not  without  its 
humor  to  those  who  knew  her. 


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I  fancy  Alah  was  to  blame  for  this.  Alah, 
like  all  fond  nannies,  longed  to  keep  one  baby 
in  the  nursery  and,  as  no  new  one  was  forth- 
coming, clung  onto  Margaret  so  that  the 
long-suffering  child  was  penned  in  a  pram 
long  after  she  pined  to  run  about  with  us 
in  the  gardens,  and  was  fed  by  hand  when 
in  reality  she  had  done  with  such  childish 
things. 

I  don't  think  Alah  ever  quite  approved  of 
the  simple  lives  the  little  girls  led  or  their 
almost  severe  wardrobes.  She  was  a  great 
deal  more  regal  than  her  youthful  master 
and  mistress;  and  to  her  way  of  thinking, 
little  princesses  should  be  little  princesses 
always.  Even  in  their  baths.  She  never  quite 
approved  of  their  plain  tweed  coats,  business- 
like berets  and  stout  walking  shoes.  Only  at 
their  rare  parties  did  Alah  come  into  her  own 
and  produce  two  dear  little  figures  like  dolls, 
all  organdy  frills  and  ribbons  and  bows. 

The  little  girls  had  each  a  necklace  of  coral 
and  real  pearls  made  from  a  string  of  their 
mother's  broken  up  for  them.  These  they 
wore  for  parties,  and  they  were  very  proud 
of  them.  Otherwise  they  had  no  jewelry  ex- 
cept toy  brooches  and  beads  strung  by  them- 
selves. 

Margaret  took  a  warm  interest  in  her 
toilettes  from  an  early  age.  I  remember  I 
used  to  tease  her  later  on  and  tell  her  I  was 
sure  that  the  first  thing  she  did  when  she  was 
old  enough  to  sit  up  was  to  tie  a  bow  in  her 
hair. 

Lilibet  never  cared  a  fig.  She  wore  what 
she  was  told  without  argument,  apart  from  a 
certain  long,  drab  mackintosh,  which  she 
loathed.  She  was  never  happier  than  when 

she  was  thoroughly  busy  ^  

and  rather  grubby.  Until  MkWkWkWkWM 
I  came,  she  had  never 
been  allowed  to  get  dirty. 
Life  had  consisted  of  drives 
in  the  park,  or  quiet  lady- 
like games  in  Hamilton 
Gardens,  keeping  to  the 
paths;  or  leisurely  drives  aMHna99M 
around  London  in  an  open 
victoria,  waving  graciously  to  people  when 
Alah  told  her  to  do  so. 

I  started  a  few  innovations.  We  played 
Red  Indians  among  the  shrubberies.  London 
bushes  make  fine  cover  for  ambushes,  but 
they  are  extremely  smutty.  We  ran  a  horse 
market  with  their  assorted  steeds.  We  played 
hide-and-seek,  and  sardines — a  form  of  hide- 
and-seek  in  which  you  do  not  catch  your 
man,  but  creep  in  beside  him  when  you  have 
found  him.  The  next  person  who  finds  these 
two  creeps  in  also  until  there  is  only  one 
disconsolate  seeker  left,  the  loser.  When  the 
original  hiding  place  is  a  small  one  under  a 
rhododendron  bush,  the  resulting  jam  there 
resembles  the  inside  of  a  tin  of  sardines. 

Other  residents  in  Hamilton  Place  had 
keys  to  the  gardens.  They  came  and  went. 
The  little  girls  had  names  for  all  of  them.  I 
was  told  of  a  Miss  Woggs  and  a  Mrs.  Happy. 
I  did  not  recognize  for  some  little  time  that 
these  were  the  names  of  their  dogs.  It  was 
only  when  Lilibet  pointed  out  a  Mr.  Ship- 
perke  to  me  that  the  truth  dawned  on  me. 
Mr.  Shipperke's  shipperke  died  one  day  and 
was  buried  in  the  gardens.  Lilibet  was  shat- 
tered by  this,  and  wove  a  small  wreath  of 
poppies  for  the  grave.  It  happened  on  Poppy 
Day. 

So  engrossed  in  their  games  were  the  chil- 
dren that  they  never  noticed  the  faces  so 
often  lined  up  at  the  railings  that  gave  onto 
the  park,  watching  them.  It  was  a  thing  that 
at  first  I  found  immensely  trying.  In  time  I, 
too,  became  hardened  to  these  ever-present 
onlookers  at  every  possible  occasion,  and 
came  to  notice  them  .no  more  than  the  chil- 
dren did  themselves. 

From  time  to  time  elaborate  toys  would 
arrive  as  presents.  All  kinds  of  people  were 
apt  to  send  the  little  girls  things,  but  at  this 
time  no  presents  were  ever  accepted  from 
people  they  did  not  know,  and  the  gifts 
would  be  packed  up  again  and  returned  with 
a  kind  note. 

The  children  much  preferred  simple  and 
inex|>ensive  things  they  got  for  themselves. 
I  had  a  long  table  made,  and  Lilibet  and  I 
collected  a  large  farm,  buying  most  of  the 


pieces  at  Woolworth's.  She  went  throi 
phase  of  being  very  farm-minded,  and 
time  used  to  say  that  when  she  grew  u] 
would  marry  a  farmer.  "I  shall  have 
of  cows,  horses  and  children,"  she  toll 
gravely. 

There  had  been  some  little  difficu 
deciding  what  the  children  were  to  cal 
Lilibet  was  accustomed  to  call  the  va 
ladies  in  waiting  by  their  Christian  ru 
She  asked  me  mine,  and  announced  she 
call  me  Marion.  This  did  not  seem  to  be 
ticularly  good  for  discipline,  and  I  hac 
quite  made  up  my  mind  what  to  do  abc 
when  the  matter  solved  itself  conveni 
one  day.  We  were  playing  ball  together, 
bet  and  I.  and  she  dropped  catch  after 
After  about  six  dropped  balls  she  said 
denly,  despairingly.  "Oh,  Crawfie!" 
she  paused  and  looked  at  me,  pleased 
herself.  "There!"  she  said.  "That's  whj 
call  you." 

So  "Crawfie"  it  was  and  still  is,  to  a 
many  other  people  now  besides  the  chi 
at  the  palace. 

They  were  always  good  at  names  for 
real  and  imaginary  people,  and  it  was 
cult  till  you  got  to  know  them  all  to  sep, 
fancy  from  fact.  Margaret  had  an  ima; 
crony  called  Cousin  Halifax  of  whon 
made  every  use  when  she  wanted  to 
some.  Nothing  was  Margaret's  fault; 
Halifax  was  entirely  to  blame  for  task 
done  and  things  forgotten.  "  I  was  busy 
Cousin  Halifax,"  she  would  say  haug 
watching  me  out  of  the  corner  of  her 

  see  if  I  looked  like 

WkWkWkWkWkWkX     lowing  that  excuse. 


■W  Man  is  born  to  act.  To  act 
^  is  to  affirm  the  worth  of  an 
end,  and  to  affirm  the  worth 
of  an  end  is  to  create  an  ideal. 

—JUSTICE  HOLMES. 


The  Duke  often 
out  and  joined  us  ii 
gardens  in  the  mo 
break.  Sometimej 
played  hide-and-seek 
WUkWkWKSHkU  us.  He  was  the  fastest] 
ner  I  have  ever  know 
can  still  see  him  putting  on  an  immense  a 
round  the  statue  of  Byron  which  sto<| 
the  gardens  there,  and  came  in  very  hi 
for  us  as  "home." 

In  those  early  days  the  Duke  of  1 
with  his  boyish  appearance  and  del 
look,  was  not  considered  to  be  a  partict 
important  person  in  the  family.  He  ha 
official  position  other  than  that  of  I 
Prince.  He  was  generally  helpful,  i 
to  do  anything  his  father.  King  Ge 
wanted  him  to  do.  He  opened  bai 
and  took  his  turn  at  inspections.  His  ow 
interest  was  the  Duke  of  York  Camps  v 
he  inaugurated  and  attended  every  year] 
greatly  enjoyed. 

These  camps  brought  together  pJ 
school  boys  and  poor  boys  from  the  East 
of  London,  and  the  Duke  himself  wouj 
down  every  year  and  go  under  canvas 
them,  and  sit  round  and  sing  campfire  s 
many  of  them  with  actions  which  he  | 
come  back  and  teach  to  Lilibet  and 
garet.  A  great  favorite  was  Under  the  Sp 
ing  Chestnut  Tree.  One  year  the  camj 
held  at  Abergeldie,  which  is  close  to 
moral.  The  children  loved  that,  as  they 
able  to  go  to  the  camp  each  day  and  j< 
the  fun. 

The  star  turn  of  the  family  then 
golden-haired,  glamorous  Uncle  Davie  r 
apple  of  his  mother's  eye  and  Engl 
future  King.  It  did  not  seem  then  eve 
motely  likely  that  the  tall,  slim  young 
with  the  shy  manner  and  the  impedimt 
his  speech  which  made  him  dislike  pub 
of  any  kind,  would  ever  mean  much  to 
land.  He  was  the  domesticated  one,  the 
pily  married  one  whose  whole  life  re\n 
round  his  pretty  wife  and  his  delightful 
girls. 

As  far  as  education  was  concerned 
Duke  and  Duchess  reposed  great  confil 
in  me,  leaving  much  to  my  judgment 
one  ever  had  employers  who  interfen 
little. 

Later  I  came  to  feel  this  was  a  very 
responsibility,  and  it  worried  me  a  lot. 
to  lind  here  a  wonderful  ally  in  Queen  IN 
(Continued  on  J'agr  XX) 


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JU-  W  &*M.  \ 


You  don't  go  to  a  party  to  sit  it  out  alone. 
So  guard  your  daintiness  against  under- 
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Mum  checks  underarm  odor  all 
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Smooth,  creamy  Mum  contains  no 
harsh  ingredients  to  irritate  your 
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use,  too. 


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whose  advice  and  suggestions  were  always 
immensely  practical  and  helpful.  Perhaps  it 
was  generally  conceded  in  those  days  that 
the  education  of  two  not  very  important  lit- 
tle girls  did  not  matter  a  great  deal.  Nothing 
then  seemed  less  likely  than  that  they  would 
ever  have  to  play  any  very  important  role  in 
life.  I  had  often  the  feeling  that  the  Duke  and 
Duchess,  most  happy  in  their  own  married 
life,  were  not  overly  concerned  with  the  higher 
education  of  their  daughters.  They  wanted 
most  for  them  a  really  happy  childhood,  with 
lots  of  pleasant  memories  stored  up  against 
the  days  that  might  come,  and  later  happy 
marriages. 

Presently  Margaret  clambered  out  of  her 
pram  with  resolution,  and  there  was  nothing 
more  Alah  could  do  about  it.  No  new  baby 
had  appeared — I  sometimes  thought  this 
was  a  sorrow — and  the  pram  was  sadly  put 
away  where  it  remained  in  purdah  for  some 
years,  together  with  the  baby  basket,  the 
trimmed-up  crib  and  the  hoosh-mi  dish. 

"Hoosh-mi"  is  a  pleasant  word  made  up 
by  Margaret  for  the  nursery  mixture  of 
chopped  meat,  potato  and  gravy,  all 
"hoosh-mied"  up  together  and  spoon-fed  to 
its  victim.  Later  the  word  was  to  become 
part  of  the  schoolroom  vocabulary,  and  a 
mix  of  any  kind  was  always  known  as  a 
hoosh-mi. 

Now,  after  finishing  her  lunch  upstairs, 
Margaret  would  join  us  in  the  dining  room. 
She  always  went  straight  to  her  father's  side, 
climbed  up  onto  his  knee,  and  clamored  for 
soda  water.  "Windy  water,"  she  called  it. 
The  Duke  always  made  the  same  remark: 
"You  can't  like  it!"  She  would  nod,  and 
say,  "Oh,  yes  I  do.  It  crackles  in  my  nose." 
She  wore  cotton  frocks  with  little  pockets; 
in  one  there  was  always  a  handkerchief, 
usually  with  an  embroidered  hunting  scene 
in  the  corner,  and  a  tiny  watch,  with  which 
she  always  pretended  solemnly  to  tell  the 
time. 

As  soon  as  Margaret  came  out  to  join  us  in 
our  games  in  Hamilton  Gardens,  the  rumor 
that  she  was  either  deaf  or  dumb  died  a  nat- 
ural death,  for  the  air  resounded  with  her 
pretty,  clear  little  voice  crying,  "Wait  for 
me,  Lilibet. . . .  Wait  for  me ! "  which  was  her 
signature  tune  for  many  years  to  come. 

The  little  girls  were  good  friends,  though 
both  had  fiery  tempers  and  from  time  to 
time  would  set  about  each  other  in  the  good 
old  nursery  fashion,  no  quarter  given.  Look- 
ing back  on  it  now,  it  seems  to  me  that  Lili- 
bet was  perhaps  an  unusually  good  child, 
though  when  she  did  rebel  against  authority 
she  did  it  in  her  own  particularly  determined 
and  final  manner. 

There  came  in  those  early  days  to  145  a 
certain  elderly  "Mademoiselle"  who  taught 
French.  Her  methods  were  antiquated  and 
consisted  mainly  in  the  writing  out  of  endless 
columns  of  verbs.  During  these  French  les- 
sons I  used  to  play  with  Margaret  in  the 
drawing  room  next  door. 

One  day  curious  sounds  emerged  from  the 
schoolroom.  I  went  in  to  see  what  had  hap- 
pened. I  found  poor  Mademoiselle  shattered 
and  transfixed  with  horror.  Lilibet,  rebelling 
all  of  a  sudden,  and  goaded  by  boredom  to 
violent  measures,  had  picked  up  the  big  orna- 
mental silver  inkpot  and  placed  it  without 
any  warning  upside  down  on  her  head.  She 
sat  there,  with  ink  trickling  down  her  face 
and  slowly  dyeing  her  golden  curls  blue.  I 
never  really  got  to  the  bottom  of  what  had 
happened.  Mademoiselle  was  past  explain- 
ing, and  had  to  retire  and  drink  water  while 
I  coped  with  what  Alah  had  to  say. 

Queen  Mary  had  said  to  me,  "What  a 
waste  of  time  when  you  go  away  for  holidays 
and  the  French  lessons  have  to  stop.  They 
have  the  whole  holidays  and  no  language 
study  at  all.  When  I  was  a  child  I  kept  up 
my  French  and  German,  and  had  a  certain 
amount  of  holiday  work  to  do." 

So  their  mother  got  Gcorgina  Guerin, 
daughter  of  the  Queen's  former  Mademoiselle, 
to  come  to  the  Princesses  while  I  went  on 
a  holiday  and  promptly  U*)k  sick— to  the 
great  distress  of  the  Duchess,  who  graciously 
wrote  me: 


Sept.  15th  1936 
Birkhall,  Ballater. 

Dear  Miss  Crawford:  I  cannot  tell  you  how 
very  sorry  I  am  to  hear  what  a  miserable  time 
you  have  had  with  the  horrible  flu.  Please  take 
great  care  of  yourself,  and  the  time  when  you 
start  getting  up  is  the  time  to  be  careful. 

Please  also,  don't  bother  at  all  about  return- 
ing until  you  are  quite  quite  well. 

Georgina  comes  next  week,  and  she  can  get  on 
with  the  French  until  you  come  back,  which  will 
be  a  very  good  thing.  So  that  everything  is  quite 
alright,  and  you  must  just  get  well  quickly  and 
without  feeling  in  a  hurry !  What  you  MUST  do, 
is  to  have  a  raw  egg  beaten  up  very  well  in  a 
little  coffee  or  port  or  sherry  at  11  o'clock  every 
morning.  It  is  the  most  amazing  pick-me-up, 
and  if  the  egg  is  well  beaten  and  all  those  nasty 
little  strings  removed,  it  merely  tastes  like 
creamy  coffee.  Tell  your  mother  this,  and  swal- 
low it  like  a  good  patient. 

The  children  are  so  distressed  to  hear  of  your 
illness,  and  hope  that  you  will  soon  be  well. 
What  very  bad  luck  to  have  such  a  horrid  disease 
as  flu  on  your  holiday.  I  do  hope  that  you  don't 
feel  horribly  depressed  after  it? 

I  had  a  nice  letter  from  Mr.  or  Miss  Gillespie. 
Will  you  please  thank  him  or  her  very  much 
for  writing?  He  or  she  did  not  say  whether 
he  or  she  were  your  oldest  male  friend,  or  your 
oldest  female  friend,  and  the  letter  was  so  well 
expressed  that  it  gave  me  no  clue !  So  if  you  see 
her  or  him  please  do  explain  and  say  "thank 
you"  for  me. 

We  shall  be  here  anyway  till  about  the  10th 
October,  so  do  take  your  time  convalescing  and 
think  of  all  the  French  that  Lilibet  will  learn ! 

Yours  very  sincerely, 

Elizabeth 

P.S.  Don't  forget  the  raw  egg. 

Margaret  loved  stories.  She  liked  the  same 
story  over  and  over  again,  rather  than  a  new 
one  she  did  not  know.  She  listened  very  in- 
tently and  knew  her  favorites  by  heart.  Her 
best  favorite  was  The  Little  Red  Hen.  She 
would  stop  me  to  correct  me,  "Crawfie,  you 

haven't  said  "  It  had  to  go  exactly  the 

same  way  every  time. 

But  most  of  all  they  liked  to  look  out  the 
windows  at  evening's  end,  when  the  lights 
were  lit  in  London  streets,  and  the  busses 
sailed  by  like  galleons  through  the  dusk.  We 
would  wait  for  our  two  friends,  the  brewer's 
horses,  and  watch  them  stand,  steaming  a 
little,  on  cold  nights.  The  two  little  girls  would 
hold  their  breaths  anxiously  when  the  streets 
were  slippery  and  it  was  not  easy  for  the 
horses  to  get  started  again.  From  our  perch 
up  there  we  could  see  the  lit  windows  of 
St.  George's  Hospital  at  Hyde  Park  Corner, 
and  the  tangle  of  traffic  coming  down  Park 


Lane.  Then  I  would  tell  them  another  kill 
story  about  the  life  that  went  on  in  the 
side  world,  of  which  they  knew  so  little, 
of  my  home  in  Scotland,  and  the  ani 
that  I  as  a  little  girl  had  had  as  pets.' 
wanted  to  know  all  manner  of  things. 

"Had  >v>u  a  little  brother.  Crawfie? 
many  bedrooms  have  you  in  your  ht 
Have  you  got  a  garden?  Did  you  ha 
hoop?" 

Lilibet  loved  best  the  stories  about 
people,  and  it  was  in  this  way  I  prese 
history  to  her,  as  the  doings  not  of  a  I 
dusty  lay  figures  of  the  past,  but  of  real 
pie  with  all  their  problems  and  bothers 
would  listen  with  rapt  attention 

Lilibet  was  a  very  neat  child.  She 
her  books  and  all  her  belongings  inj: 
ulately  tidy.  But  though  no  one  ever 
harder  or  persevered  more  painstaking]) 
never  was  any  good  with  her  needles.  1 
always  felt  was  a  disappointment  tc 
grandmother,  that  indefatigable  kn 
Queen  Mary. 

Presently  I  began  to  take  the  chi 
about.  We  started  quietly,  leaving  Han 
Gardens  one  day  by  the  private  gatt 
walking  out  into  the  park.  No  one  paic 
attention  to  us,  so  we  went  farther  ; 
There  was  a  piece  of  water  in  Hyde 
called  the  Serpentine,  with  its  ducks 
friendly  birds  and  rowing  boats  and  sea 
to  be  visited,  and  we  even  got  as  far ; 
Round  Pond  near  Kensington  Pal»1 
more  than  one  occasion  and  watched 
children  sailing  toy  yachts. 

Other  children  always  had  an  enoi 
fascination,  like  mystic  beings  from  a 
ent  world,  and  the  little  girls  used  to: 
shyly  at  those  they  liked  the  look  of. 
would  so  have  loved  to  speak  to  thei 
make  friends,  but  this  was  never  encou 
I  often  have  thought  it  a  pity.  The  1 
and  Belgian  royal  children  walked 
the  street  in  their  countries  as  a  n 
of  course. 

Only  once  were  we  beleaguered  b 
press.  A  persuasive  young  man  recognia 
children  and  wanted  to  take  a  picn 
knew  that  if  this  happened  it  would 
end  of  our  unofficial  outings,  so  I  drov 
off  mercilessly. 

We  explored  Hyde  Park  and  the  gi 
in  this  unofficial  way.  The  little 
loved  it.  The  Duke  and  Duchess  appa 
(Continued  on  Page  90) 


JENNIFER 


"It  nmxl  br  iii<  «'  /«»  In'  a  mothrr 

and  linic  no  wponslbilitiet!" 


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o  ?rwre 

>LD  FOLKS  AT  HOME 

mr<Ms  / 


Not  so  long  ago  long  trips  were  too  tiring  for  grandma  and  grandpa. 

But  not  today!  Not  since  so  many -older  people  have  discovered 

that  going  places  by  air,  and  especially  by  Flagship,  is  easy  and  fun,  too. 

Now  even  a  trip  across  the  country  to  see  the  children  is  a  simple  matter. 
Travel  time  is  short,  of  course,  but  it  seems  even  shorter  by  Flagship 
with  so  many  pleasant  luxuries  to  enjoy.  T  here's  the  rocking  chair  comfort 
of  the  plane  seats— the  delicious  meals  served  to  you 

without  tedious  standing  in  line.  No  charge  lor  the  Iriendly  service  either, 
no  tipping,  no  extras  ever  on  a  Flagship. 

Best  of  all  there's  no  need  to  "rest  up"  after  the  journey. 

Young  and  old  alike  feel  really  chipper  when  they  arrive.  No  wonder  you 

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(Continued  from  Page  ftR) 
approved,  for  they  made  no  comment  what- 
ever. Alah,  I  know,  thoroughly  disapproved, 
but  I  think  even  she  was  beginning  to  realize 
she  could  not  keep  her  darlings  safely  clois- 
tered forever. 

One  day  as  we  passed  Hyde  Park  Corner 
people  were  streaming  out  of  the  Under- 
ground station.  Lilibet  said  wistfully,  "Oh, 
dear,  what  fun  it  must  be  to  ride  in  those 
trains."  I  thought,  Why  not?  It  seemed  such  a 
simple  request.  I  asked  the  Duke  about  it 
that  evening. 

As  long  as  we  had  someone  with  us,  neither 
of  the  children's  parents  objected  in  the  least. 
So  it  was  arranged  that  the  house  detective 
should  accompany  us  at  a  discreet  distance, 
and  that  the  Duchess'  lady  in  waiting.  Lady 
Helen  Graham,  should  also  be  one  of  this 
exciting  party. 

Anyone  would  have  thought  we  were  going 
on  an  expedition  to  the  stately  pleasure 
domes  of  Kubla  Khan  rather  than  for  a  ride 
in  an  Underground  train.  The  little  girls 
bought  their  tickets  out  of  their  own  purses. 
This  was  part  of  the  fun.  It  always  took 
them  an  immense  time  to  get  the  money  out 
and  collect  their  change,  and  the  whole  busi- 
ness was  solemn  as  an  investiture. 

Lilibet  had  a  shilling  a  week  pocket  money 
until  she  was  fourteen  or  fifteen.  Mostly  she 
just  saved  this  up  for  the  Christmas  or  sum- 
mer holidays.  Margaret  did  not  get  any 
pocket  money  at  all  at  this  time.  She  never 
seemed  to  be  very  interested  in  it.  Even 
when  they  were  quite  grown  up  the  King 
would  pass  a  shilling  along  to  them  in  church, 
when  the  time  came  to 
put  it  in  the  plate.  A 
pound  note  for  himself 
and  one  for  the  Queen, 
and  a  shilling  for  each 
Princess.  I  provided  my 
own.  From  time  to  time, 
Alah  would  generously 
present  Margaret  with  half 
a  crown.  This  lasted  her 
an  immensely  long  time. 
They  each  had  a  little  embroidered  purse 
they  kept  in  their  handkerchief  drawer. 

The  escalator  to  the  Underground  seemed 
a  perilous  trip.  Margaret's  hand  tightened  on 
mine,  and  she  swallowed  apprehensively. 
Once  safely  on.  down  we  sailed  and  caught 
our  train.  The  little  girls  sat  there  very  de- 
murely, wide-eyed  and  enchanted,  until  sud- 
denly at  the  far  end  of  the  same  carriage  we 
spotted  our  detective !  He  looked  so  very  ob- 
viously a  detective  that  people  began  to  look 
round  to  try  to  discover  what  he  was  detect- 
ing. Mercifully,  we  arrived  at  Tottenham 
Court  Road  and  got  out  before  anyone  had 
discovered  the  reason. 

Our  jaunt  was  to  the  Y.W.C.A.  This  had 
had  to  be  planned  ahead,  but  we  still  tried  to 
keep  it  entirely  unofficial,  and  few  there  knew 
who  the  children  were.  We  collected  our  own 
tea  on  trays  with  the  rest  of  the  clientele. 
Lilibet  left  her  teapot  behind.  The  lady  in 
charge  bawled  out  to  her,  "If  you  want  it 
you  must  come  and  fetch  it."  Tea  out  of 
thick  cups,  other  people's  bread  and  butter, 
tea  you  paid  for  with  money,  these  were  won- 
derful treats. 

That  afternoon  our  fun  was  rather  spoiled 
because  someone  recognized  them,  word  went 
round,  and  crowds  began  to  gather.  I  sent  a 
hasty  message  from  the  office  for  a  car  to  be 
sent  from  the  Duke's  garage,  and  we  had  to 
drive  home. 

The  next  grand  occasion  was  to  be  a  ride 
on  a  bus.  On  top  of  a  bus,  Lilibet  insisted.  It 
seemed  to  her  such  a  wonderful  idea  that 
when  you  were  on  top  of  a  bus  you  would  be 
able  to  see  right  into  other  people's  gardens. 

Sad  to  tell,  these  pleasant  jaunts  came  to 
a  sudden  end.  The  Irish  Republican  Army 
started  about  this  time  to  put  bombs  in  let- 
ter boxes,  and  to  commit  other  public  nui- 
sances to  draw  attention  to  their  demand  for 
home  rule  for  Ireland.  It  was  not  quite  cer- 
tain into  what  even  less  desirable  directions 
tln  ir  efforts  might  not  lead  them  if  it  were 
known  the  two  Princesses  were  often  afoot  in 
I/indon,  unprotected.  We  went  back  to  our 
gamesof  Indians  and  hide-and-seek  and  horse 
lairs  in  Hamilton  Gardens 


^  Be  not  afraid  of  life.  It<  - 
™  lieve  that  life  is  worth  liv- 
ing, and  your  belief  will  help 
create  the  fact. 

—  WILLIAM  JAMES: 
Is  Life  Worth  Living? 


I  was  at  145  Picadilly  for  four  years, 
bet  was  now  ten.  She  was  a  long,  slej 
very  beautifully  made  child,  with  a  mo 
golden  hair.  No  two  children  had  a  sirr 
outlook  on  life.  Early  bed  and  very  fewtj] 
or  outings,  and  those  of  ah  extreme  ly  u 
phisticated  nature,  were  the  common 
They  never  went  to  the  seaside  year!;) 
most  other  English  children  do.  They 
one  pantomime  a  year.  A  pantomime,  w 
appears  to  be  a  strictly  English  invent 
consists  of  a  children's  story  such  as  t 
derella,  Little  Red  Ridinghood  or  Mo 
Goose,  put  on  the  stage  in  the  form  of  I 
at  Christmastime,  interspersed  with  pol 
innuendos  and  jokes  to  keep  the  elders  am 
also. 


In  those  happy  prewar  days,  theaters 
agers  always  had  a  large  box  of  chocolal 
the  royal  box.  But  the  little  girls'  great  J 
tion  was  to  sit  in  the  stalls  or  the  dreaj 
cle.  They  had  to  hang  over  the  side  ol 
royal  box,  to  see  properly.  I  can  still  s« 
Duke  anxiously  seizing  his  daughters1 
coats,  afraid  they  would  fall  over  altogl 
in  their  immense  enthusiasm. 

The  children  looked  forward  to  these! 
tomimes  for  the  remaining  eleven  monl 
the  year.  Margaret,  as  soon  as  she  couil 
at  all,  would  re-enact  most  of  the  pari 
her  own  edification  in  a  corner  of  the  nui 
They  always  went  to  the  horse  she 
Olympia  with  their  parents,  after  whiol 
toy  horses  round  the  dome  would  (x 
through  several  weeks  of  intensive  traf 
They  seldom  had  other  children  to  tf 
was  a  quiet  and  hom 
g^^^gg^  life,  the  children  see 
great  deal  more  of 
parents  than  most  Lo 
society  children  do. 

We  learned  to  d 
reels.  Both  the  Duke 
Duchess  used  to  com! 
after  lunch  occasion! 
and  join  in.  In  wintajj 
used  to  open  all  the  cjj 
doors  and  play  hide-and-| 


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municating 
over  the  whole  house. 

In  those  early  years  I  saw  very  litlj 
King  George  and  Queen  Mary.  We  all 
looked  for  their  pictures  in  the  newspaj 
and  Margaret  used  to  lie  on  her  tummr 
the  schoolroom  floor  and  carefully  pick  t 
both  out. 

The  Princess  Royal  (Aunt  Mary* 
Duke's  sister)  came  now  and  again  to] 
but  not  very  often.  She  was  an  ultradev 
mother  and  seldom  left  her  two  little  I" 
The  Prince  of  Wales  (Uncle  David)  was 
haps  the  most  constant  visitor.  He  was» 
fond  of  his  brother,  and  he  was  devote 
Lilibet.  He  often  took  part  in  their  afteil 
games — snap,  and  happy  families.  He  ] 
Lilibet  all  the  A.  A.  Milne  books— W>T 
the  Pooh  and  When  We  Were  Very  Yc 
Both  little  girls  knew  most  of  the  poen 
heart,  and  needless  to  say  their  favoritj 
was  Changing  the  Guard  at  Buckint 
Palace. 

The  Duke  and  Duchess  rarely  dined 
At  evening,  the  happy  bath  hour  over 
children  bedded  and  the  day's  work  f 
they  would  sit  one  each  side  of  the  firej 
like  any  other  young  married  couple,  hi 
in  each  other,  not  requiring  any  outsid 
version.  The  Duke  was  astonishingly  e 
with  a  needle.  He  once  made  a  dozen! 
covers  in  petit  point  for  Royal  Lodge, 
member  he  got  rather  tired  of  filling  ir 
background,  so  I  obliged  and  let  him  g 
with  the  more  amusing  part  ol  the  de 

Rarely  was  there  a  dinner  party.  1 
were  happiest  alone.  As  in  those  days 
had  fewer  social  obligations,  they  were 
to  do  as  they  wished.  They  seldom  went 
cinema  or  a  theater. 

The  high  s|*>t  of  the  day  remained  thd 
time  hour.  The  children  had  their  tea  at 
and  contrary  to  the  usual  English  cus 
which  ends  nursery  meals  there  except 
glass  of  milk  and  some  biscuits,  had  qil 
substantial  supper  jusl  before  bedtime. ' 
always  ended  up  with  an  apple  while  the 
lip  in  Iwd. 

After  tea  they  joined  their  parents.  '. 
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on  till  six  or  half  past,  when  Alah  called  for 
Margaret.  Racing  demon  is  a  card  game  that 
must  be  played  very  quickly.  The  cards  are 
laid  out  on  the  table  and  have  to  be  snatched 
up,  the  one  who  gets  all  her  cards  first  being 
the  winner.  This  always  entailed  a  good  deal 
of  scratching,  rather  in  the  way  of  honorable 
wounds  received  in  battle. 

Once  while  we  were  at  Balmoral  Castle 
Elizabeth  sent  me  this  message: 

I  am  adding  up  the  score  for  racing  demon 
this  evening  and  I  found  that  I  made  a  great 
many  mistakes  and  that  it  took  me  ages  to 
think  it  out.  Just  simple  adding. 

From 
Lilibet 

When  both  children  were  in  the  bath,  the 
Duke  and  Duchess  would  go  upstairs  to 
them.  Hilarious  sounds  of  splashing  could  be 
heard  coming  from  the  bathroom.  Later,  pil- 
low fights  in  the  bedroom  would  set  Alah 
begging  them  not  to  get  the  children  too  ex- 
cited. There  was  a  weighing  machine  in  the 
nursery,  where  weights  and  measures  were 
ceremoniously  noted  down.  Perhaps  they 
still  are,  but  from  a  different  angle  now. 

Then,  arm  in  arm,  the  young  parents  would 
go  downstairs,  heated  and  disheveled  and 
frequently  rather  damp,  under  the  big  dome 
with  its  circle  of  horses.  The  children  called 
to  them  as  they  went,  until  the  final  door 
closed,  "Good  night,  mummie.  Good  night, 
papa!" 

After  dinner  at  eight-fifteen,  the  Duke  and 
Duchess  would  mostly  sit  by  the  fire  and 
talk,  or  read.  I  dined  in  my  own  room,  free  to 
go  out  if  I  chose,  or  to  have  a  friend  to  dinner 
with  me  in  the  schoolroom.  The  Duke  and 
Duchess  went  up  to  bed  about  midnight. 
They  were  always  called  at  eight  in  the 
morning. 

Little  did  any  of  us  dream  then  how  one 
day  not  so  far  distant  a  bomb  was  to  drop 
through  that  same  glass  dome  and  reduce  the 
happy  house  to  a  heap  of  rubble.  Where  once 
it  stood,  there  is  now  a  gap  in  the  row  of 
houses  on  the  terrace,  like  a  missing  tooth 
in  a  smile.  Only  the  ground  floor  has  been 
rebuilt. 

It  was,  I  believe,  a  worry  to  Queen  Mary 
that  the  custom  of  family  prayers,  still  up- 
held at  the  palace,  was  not  kept  at  145  Picca- 
dilly. The  Duke  and  Duchess  had  allowed 
this  sometimes  uncomfortable  ceremony  to 
lapse.  But  there  was  something  about  that 
house  that  was  in  the  best  sense  deeply  re- 
ligious, though  perhaps  not  entirely  conven- 
tionally so.  The  Duchess  read  her  children 
Bible  stories  and  taught  them  their  collects 
and  psalms  as  she  herself  had  been  taught 
them,  in  the  old  Scottish  paraphrased  ver- 
sion that  we  who  come  from  north  of  the 
border  find  so  much  more  beautiful  because 
it  is  what  we  are  accustomed  to.  Here  is  an 
example: 

The  Lord's  my  Shepherd,  I'll  not  want, 

He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green,  He'll  lead  His  floc'k 

The  quiet  waters  by. 

Lilibet  was  to  choose  that,  set  to  the  tune 
of  Crimond,  for  her  wedding  service  many 
years  later. 

It  was  at  Royal  Lodge,  Windsor,  during 
one  of  our  happy  week  ends,  that  I  discov- 
ered the  children  had  considerable  talent  for 
acting.  It  started  one  day  in  the  woods  there 
when  we  played  charades,  just  the  three  of 
us — one-man  charades,  in  which  each  of  us 
took  it  in  turn  to  act  someone  we  knew,  and 
the  others  had  to  guess  who  it  was. 

There  was  never  any  doubt  about  Mar- 
garet's efforts!  They  were  unmistakable.  She 
kept  us  in  fits  of  laughter  with  this  first  man- 
ifestation of  a  talent  that  was  one  day  to 
amuse  a  much  larger  circle,  and  perhaps  also 
to  make  for  her  some  enemies.  Older  people 
never  care  to  be  laughed  at  by  a  young  girl, 
and  the  gift  of  fun-poking— and  very  clever 
fun-poking— Margaret  had  from  an  early  age 
in  a  very  large  quantity. 

Lilibet  never  had  it  to  anything  like  the 
same  extent.  She  was  always  a  more  serious 
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little  toe,  you'll  want  BLUE-JAY  Little 
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regular  BLUE-JAY  Corn  Plaster's  exclu- 
sive features  .  .  .  but  are  designed  espe- 
cially to  ease  pain  of  pesky  corns  that 
develop  on  your  little  toe !  Write  today  for 
this  helpful  FREE  Booklet,  "Your  Feet  and 
Your  Health"  ...  to  Nancy  Sasser,  Dept.  1, 
271  Madison  Ave.,  New  York  16,  N.  Y. 


T'S  nice  to  welcome  in  the  New  Year  with  old 
friends  .  .  .  and  while  1950  is  still  a  "baby",  let  me  say 
that  I  hope  it  grows  and  g-r-o-w-s  in  health  and  hap- 
piness for  each  of  you.  From  all  indications  it  promises 
to  be  a  year  of  gladness  .  .  .  filled  with  all  kinds  of 
wondrous  things,  both  old  and  new.  So  here's  to  a 
HAPPY  NEW  YEAR  everybody  ...  and  some  "buy- 
lines"  to  add  to  your  enjoyment. 


MEMO  TO  MOTHERS:  If  you  want  your  chil- 
»  ^  dren  to  grow  up  with 

V  ^s=a    ^       F     strong,  healthy  teeth, 
take  this  tip  .  .  .  start 
them  off  early  in  life 
with  IODENT  No. 
^  \^  r-'  ^-.j     1-plus-A  Toothpaste. 

\  Why?  Because  it's  in 

a   child's  formative 
years  that  decay-fight- 
ing action  is  most  im- 
"^^^  portant    .    .    .  and 

IODENT  No.  1-plus-A  is  the  only  denti- 
frice made  especially  for  young  folks.  It 
has  all  the  superior  brightening  qualities 
of  the  Regular  IODENTS  .  .  .  plus  Am- 
monium Compounds,  which  fight  decay 
through  their  killing  action  against  germs 
that  science  believes  cause  tooth  decay. 
Has  a  special  new  flavor  children  really 
like,  too  .  .  .  so  get  IODENT  No.  1-plus-A 
for  the  youngsters  and  others  with  easy- 
to-bryten  teeth.  For  "smokers",  I  recom- 
mend IODENT  No.  2-plus-A  ...  for  it 
helps  remove  ugly  smoke  tar  deposits  on 
teeth  hard-to-bryten.  Remember  .  .  . 
IODENT  "Plus-A"  Toothpastes  cost  no 
more  than  the  regular  IODENTS. 


IN  THE  DRAMA  of  everyday  life,  a 
woman  plays  many 
parts  .  .  .  gay  com- 
panion, tireless 
helper,  friend  in  need 
and  "guardian  an- 
gel" of  her  family's 
health.  And  thanks 
to  DU  PONT  CEL- 
LOPHANE, this  last  role  is  made  easier 
today  than  ever  before  .  .  .  for  this  sturdy, 
transparent  wrapping  protects  what  it 
shows.  You  see,  CELLOPHANE  provides 
a  shield  against  dust,  dirt,  germs  and  con- 
tamination from  handling  .  .  .  yet  lets  you 
SEE  that  the  goods  are  fresh,  inviting  and 
exactly  what  you  want.  That's  why  I  pre- 
fer "buy-lines"  that  are  CELLOPHANE- 
wrapped  .  .  .  everything  from  vegetables, 
bakery  foods  and  dairy  products  to  medi- 
cal supplies,  toothbrushes,  baby  clothes, 
toys  and  endless  other  items  in  daily  use ! 
They  tell  me  there  are  actually  more 
than  50  different  types  of  DU  PONT 
CELLOPHANE  "tailored"  to  fit  specific 
needs  for  different  products  ...  a  big 
help  these  days  when  cleanliness  is  so 
important. 


RING  OUT  THE  OLD  . .  .ring  in  the  new!  Welcome  1950  with  open  arms!  And  let  me  tip  you 

off  to  a  brand  newr  way  to  care  for  your  beauty  needs  all  year  long.  , 
The  secret  is  CO-ETS...  little  fluted  cotton  squares  that  are  an  ideal  A__V/f  v\Q 
aid  in  nil  your  beauty  "treatments".  Use  them  for  applying  powder,  ''"^^g'*^ 
rouge,  astringents,  home  permanent  wave  lotions,  liquid  deodor-  ^ 
ants,  cuticle  softeners  and  make-up  foundations  ...  as  well  as  remov-  4^^J^~^ 
ing  nail  polish, eye  shadowand  excess  cold  cream.  And  while  we're  on 

the  subject  of  make-up,  I'd  like  to  tell  you  the  right  way  to  powder  your  face  .  .  .  like  this: 

Choose  your  powder  carefully  as  to  color  and  texture.  Pat  on  generously  with  a  soft, 
clean  CO-ET.  Allow  powder  to  "set"  for  a  few  minutes.  Then  dust  off  surplus 
powder  with  CO-ET.  Apply  second  coat  in  the  same  way,  using  a  fresh  CO-ET. 

Your  budget  won't  mind  a  bit  if  you  use  CO-ETS  with  gay  extravagance  .  .  .  the  large 
economy  package  with  80  absorbent  cotton  squares  costs  only  29c.  At  all  Toiletry  and 
Cosmetic  Counters. 


AN  ADVERTISING  P/ 

AS  YOU  LIKE  IT  .  .  .  toast  to  you.  tas 
every  time.  That's  \  \  *  1  / 
the  promise  the 
wonderful  new 
GENERAL 
ELECTRIC 
Automatic  Toaster 
makes  and  keeps 
for  years  to  come.  All  you  have  to  do  i 
the  control  to  the  brownncss  you  like 
(dark,  light  or  in-between)  .  .  .  th( 
pops  up  or  stays  down  until  you're  reaci 
serve  perfect  toast  done  to  a  " turn"  acci 
ing  to  your  taste.  Sleek,  shiny  and  lasti 
lovely,  this  GENERAL  ELECT 
Automatic  Toaster  has  still  another] 
ture  I  particularly  like  and  I'm  sure 
will,  too  ...  a  Snap-in  Crumb  Tray  til 
such  a  "cinch"  to  clean.  Takes  only  & 
seconds  since  you  no  longer  have  to  i 
crumbs  out  of  the  works  .  .  .  now 
simply  snap  out  the  tray,  brush  it  ofl. 
snap  back  in  again.  The  cost  is  small  | 
pared  to  the  pleasure  and  usefulness; 
get  from  the  GENERAL  ELECTl 
Automatic  Toaster  .  .  .  only  $21.5(! 
eluding  tax.  Just  ask  your  G-E  orj 
pliance  Dealer  and  do  it  soon. 


FOR  A  LOVELIER  Y-O-U  the  whole 
/J\     j<^£^.      through  .  .  .  pa)  | 
Sv^EB^  c'a'  attend0"  to 
b  SjflH  haii  '  It  can  be 
'  most  glamorous 
.  .  .  provided  you| 
for  it  properly, 
shampoo  your  ha. 
then   give   yourself  a  luxurious 
shampoo  beauty  treatment  with  % 
Creme  Rinse.  It's  another  "glafl 
discovery,  dev  eloped  by  the  TONI I 
Permanent  people  ...  a  wonderful 
delicately  fragrant  creme  rinse  thatn, 
a  beautiful  difference  in  your  hair 
leaving  it  glistening  with  lovely,  na 
highlights  and  glorious  sheen.  Gives1 
hair  lasting  freshness,  too  .  .  .  mak: 
feel  soft  as  a  caress  and  ready  to  bd 
like  an  "angel"  when  you  comb  and 
it.  I  know  you'll  be  pleased,  as  wi 
surprised,  with  results  ...  so  make  t\ 
right  now  to  add  TONI  Creme  RE 
your  shopping  list  tomorrow.  Use  • 
larly  after  shampoos  and  home  pi 
nents  .  .  .  then  see  the  lovelier  YOU 


WANT  TO  LOOK  YOUR  LOVELIEST  this  year?  Then  don't  let 

shampoos  with  drying  in- 
\  gredients  hide  the  natural 
beauty  of  your  hair.  Dry- 
^SfcrZ^X  ing  shampoos  do  that,  you 
\^  2r  "  -  fl  know  .  .  .  making  even 
/{pfJ" \ C^^pgA  once-lovely  hair  so  dry, 
*"  brittle  and  unruly.  But 
fortunately,  there's  an  easy 
way  over  this  stumbling 
block  to  beauty  .  .  .  simply 
pamper  your  hair  with 
new  KREML  Shampoo.  You  see,  it's  utterly  different 
from  drying  shampoos  .  .  .  for  it  has  a  natural  oil  base  .  .  . 
it  caresses  your  hair  .  .  .  leaving  it  soft-as-silk  and  a  perfect 
lamb  to  manage.  Furthermore,  to  the  original  KREML 
formula  a  magic  new  ingredient  has  been  added.  It's 
called  "Folisan"  %  .  .  .  and  has  special  cleansing  qualities 
that  make  your  hair  shine  with  natural  glossy  luster  .  .  . 
it  fairly  twinkles  with  radiant  highlights.  Try  KREML 
Shampoo  just  once  .  .  .  then  when  you  see  what  a  lovely 
difference  it  makes,  you'll  want  to  use  it  always. 


TIME  WILL  TELLalot  about  how  smart  you  are  in  choosing 
sheets  .  .  .  how  they  wear,  how 
long  they  last  and  what  luxurious 
comfort  they  give.  So  remember, 
when  you  buy,  that  PEPPERELL 
Luxury  Muslin  Sheets  give  wear 
that  only  muslin  can  give  .  .  .  and 
that  they  are  as  beautifully  tex- 
tured and  soft  and  smooth  as  a 
rose  petal !  Yet  fine  as  they  are, 
they're  priced  within  easy  reach 
of  any  budget  .  .  .  and  actually 
grow  sleeker  and  smoother  with 
every  laundering.  Sound  impossible?  Then  let  me  ex- 
plain .  .  .  PEPPERELL  Luxury  Muslins  are  the  finest 
grade  muslin  you  can  buy  .  .  .  with  more  than  140  threads 
per  square  inch.  They'll  wear  'n'  wear  .  .  .  actually  come 
up  "smiling"  through  years  of  tubbing  and  tugging. 
Nothing  makes  a  lovelier  gift  .  .  .  not  only  the  snowy- 

white  oik  s,  but  the  lov<  |y  "personality  colors"  of  Aqua, 

Misty  Yellow,  Hyacinth  blue,  Ashes  of  Roses  and  Pca<  li- 
bloom.  Ask  for  PEPPERELL  Luxury  Muslins. 


COOKING  IS  AN  ART  .  .  .  yet  easy  to  master  with  th 
type  of  range.  That's  why 
I'm  so  thankful  for  my  new 
FRIGIDAIRE  Electric  Range 
.  .  .  for  while  lots  of  the  credit 
goes  to  this  capable  "cook",  / 
get  the  compliments.  Lovely  to 
look  at  w  ith  its  I  ifel  ime  Porce- 
lain finish,  smart  high  back 
panel  and  built-in  fluorescent 
lamp  that  lights  the  entire  cook- 
ing top,  my  FRIGIDAIRE  Electric  Range  pel 
wonders.  Its  new  5-Spced  Radian  tube  Cooking 
cook  "range-top"  dishes  so  much  faster  .  .  .  yctl 
current.  And  there' re  two  HUGE  "Even-Heat" 
that  cook  a  whole  meal  automatically  ...  I  just  I 
Cook-Master  Oven  Clock  Control  and  go  abfl 
business.  And  lol  on  my  return  .  .  .  dinner  is  dont 
new.  front  panel  switc  h  knobs  are  easy  to  read  .UK 
too  .  .  .  without  reaching  over  hot  utensils.  Envy 
know  you  do  ...  so  see  (his  Deluxe  Electric  Ra 
your  FRIGIDAIRE  Dealer's  soon. 


LADIES'  IIOMF.  JOl  It  N  VI. 


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I  PARTIES  always  become  nicer  when  TRISCUIT  Wafers  appear  ...  for  there's  nothing 
1  their  just-right-for-crunching  texture,  hearty,  tangy 
i|e-wheat  taste.  And  they're  salted  to  a  "T",  crisped  to 
ijlden  fare-thee-well  .  .  .  and  made  purely  for  your  pleas- 
ifjy  National  Biscuit  Company.  At  every  get-together,  I 
f.ys  notice  the  same  thing  .  .  .  when  a  trayful  of 
JSCUIT  Wafers  makes  the  rounds,  only  the  tray  is  left. 
|  if  you  think  that's  an  exaggeration,  put  this  distinc- 
jy  different  biscuit  on  your  next  guest  list  .  .  .  then  see  if 
A  don't  become  a  magnet  to  all  the  people  at  the  party.  Serve  them  "as  is' 
backage,  or  as  "teammates"  for: 

Canapes  Sliced  Meats  Spreads  Cheese 

Drinks  Soups  Salads  Appetizers 

hbest  people  wouldn't  dream  of  giving  a  party  without  "inviting"  TRISCUIT  Wafers. 
'  ild  you? 

NTURES  IN  EATING  reach  an  exciting  "climax"  when  you  serve  hot  rolls  for  lunch  and 
dinner.  And  your  adventure  will  have  the  thrill  of  success— with 
no  risk  of  failure— when  you  use  DUFF'S  Hot  Roll  Mix.  DUFF'S 
originated  Hot  Roll  Mix  and  they've  never  lost  their  first  place  in 
the  hearts  of  modern  homemakers.  DUFF'S  sensational  new 
"Quick-Rise"  yeast  is  another  success  story  in  itself— it  gives 
lighter  rolls  so  much  faster.  Make  DUFF'S  an  everyday  habit  .  .  . 
see  and  taste  the  golden-brown,  cloud-light  rolls  you  turn  out  so 
quickly  and  easily.  Here's  another  surprise  .  .  .  with  DUFF'S 
you  can  enjoy  the  thrill  of  serving  your  own  homemade  bread  or 
salt  sticks  ...  as  well  as  Coffee  Cakes,  Catron  Rolls,  Cloverleaf 
is,  Honey  Twirls,  Raisin  Rolls.  In  fact  there's  no  limit  to  what  you  and  DUFF'S  can 
ngether  ...  so  treat  yourself  to  the  proof .  .  .  try  a  package  of  DUFF'S  Hot  Roll  Mix 
ourself  tomorrow ! 


/  INGING  FOR  JOY  .  .  .  and  all  because  I've  discovered  a  quick-easy,  "miss-proof"  way  to 
my  cakes  to  the  "Queen's  Taste".  How?  With  Q-T 

tnt  Frosting  .  .  .  for  it  requires  no  cooking  .  .  .  you  just  add 
i  T  and  stir.  Then  like  magic  ...  in  less  than  2  minutes 
i  ve  a  delicious,  creamy-smooth  frosting  to  add  luscious 

>r  and  colorful  beauty  to  your  favorite  cake.  And  speaking 

ivor,  Q-T  comes  in  Vanilla,  Chocolate,  Strawberry  and 

',  too,  now  .  .  .  with  more  frosting  in  each  package  than  / 

before.  Here's  proof: 
(  ckage  of  Q-T  frosts  a  9"  single  layer  cake  (top  and  sides)  or  18 

I  I,  or  8  large,  cup  cakes  (tops).  And  2  packages  frost  a  9"  double  layer  cake  (tops  and  sides), 
r  favorite  cake  deserves  the  finest  frosting  .  .  .  whether  you  use  quick-mixes,  your  special 
>e  or  prepared  layers  ...  so  always  use  Q-T.  And  to  learn  "50  Quick  'J  ricks  with  Q_-  'I 
ing",  write  Nancy  Sasser,  271  Madison  Ave.,  New  York  1 6,  New  York . . .  and  do  it  today. 

Y  TO  WARM  a  husband's  heart.  Surprise  him  with  a  rich,  chocolatey,  velvet-textured 
Devil's  Food  Cake  you've  whisked  up  with  your  own  loving  hands — 
and  DUFF'S  Devil's  Food  Mix.  Only  DUFF'S  Mix  meets  all  the  re- 
quirements that  more  and  more  cake-wise  women  are  demanding 
.  .  .  fine,'even  texture  .  .  .  plump  layers  .  .  .  soft,  velvety  crumb  .  .  . 
rich  brown  color  .  .  .  and  (glory  of  glories)  .  .  .  luscious,  mouth- 
watering, chocolatey  flavor!  These  wonderful  cakes  are  ready  for 
the  oven  5J^  minutes  after  you  open  the  package.  Your  budget  will 
feel  the  difference,  too!  Because  DUFF'S  Mix  is  truly  complete.  All 
the  ingredients  you  need — even  the  eggs  and  milk— already  arc 
perfectly  blended  and  ready  to  use  the  moment  you  open  the 
:age.  You  just  add  plain  water.  Then  watch  your  miracle  Devil's  Food  Cake  prac- 
ly  make  itself!  For  a  change  of  pace,  use  ever-dependable,  failure-proof  DUFF  Mixes 
Vhite  Cake  and  Spice  Cake. 

Mrs.  John  Q.  Public  and  all  her  family 
Are  Cordially  invited  to  attend 
A  Year-'round  Fruit  Festival  from 
January  1st,  1950  to  December  31st,  1950 

all  you  need  is  LIBBY'S  Fruit  Cocktail  to 
pt  this  invitation  ...  for  LIBBY'S  offers  you 
stival"  of  glorious  fruits  all  year  'round  !  Lush 
hes  and  pears,  succulent  pineapple,  delicate 
n  grapes  and  rich  maraschino-style  cherries  come  in  "just-right"  proportions  .  . 
tys  uniform,  alwavs  delicious!  LIBBY'S  delicate  fruit  "gems"  are  cu1  from  the  same 
ity  of  whole,  hand-picked  fruits  that  LIBBY  packs  individually.  From  ever)  view  and 
y  taste,  LIBBY'S  is  the  de  luxe  of  Fruit  Cocktails  .  .  lending  itself  to  delicious 
'i-yrs,  sparkling  salads  and  luscious  desserts.  So  keep  sev  eral  cans  on  hand  .  .  .  and  to 
plete  your  "Fruit  Festival",  get  LIBBY'S  Peaches  and  LIBBY'S  Pears,  too. 


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child  though  she.  like  her  Aunt  Mary,  has  a 
dry.  humorous  way  of  putting  things. 

Margaret's  imagination  led  her  along 
strange  paths.  Her  dreams  were  appalling, 
and  the  telling  of  them  was  one  of  her  ways 
of  postponing  the  start  of  an  unpopular  les- 
son, or  some  chore  she  disliked.  Just  as  in 
earlier  days  she  had  used  the  handy  "Cousin 
Halifax,"  it  was  now.  "Crawfie.  I  must  tell 
you  an  amazing  dream  I  had  last  night,"  and 
Lilibet  would  listen  with  me.  enthralled,  as 
the  account  of  green  horses,  wild-elephant 
stampedes,  talking  cats  and  other  remark- 
able manifestations  went  into  two  or  three 
installments. 

Margaret  was  never  at  a  loss.  One  of  her 
early  sayings  achieved  immortality. 

When  she  was  still  a  very  small  child, 
J.  M.  Barrie  came  over  to  tea  at  Glamis.  from 
Kirrimuir,  which  he  had  made  immortal  un- 
der the  name  of  Thrums.  While  they  were  at 
tea,  there  was  a  cracker  lying  on  a  plate  be- 
tween them,  and  he  asked  the  little  girl,  jok- 
ingly, whether  it  belonged  to  her  or  to  him. 

Margaret  said  gracefully,  "  It  is  yours  and 
mine." 

J.  M.  Barrie  put  that  line  into  his  play  The 
Boy  David,  and  he  gave  Margaret  one  penny 
for  every  time  it  was  used  on  the  stage.  The 
tale  soon  got  about,  and  did  a  great  deal  to 
disperse  the  story  of  Margaret's  being  deaf 
and  dumb. 

After  Barrie  died.  Cynthia  Asquith.  who 
had  been  his  secretary  for  many  years,  came 
to  Buckingham  Palace  and  brought  Mar- 
garet all  the  pennies  owed  to  her.  in  a  bag. 

Christmas  was  always  looked  forward  to 
and  prepared  for  months 

ahead.  The  Duchess  would   

take  the  children  shop-  k 
ping  at  Harrod's.  The 
children  made  their  shop- 
ping lists  up  well  ahead. 
The  bulk  of  their  pur- 
chases, however,  came  from 

Woohvorth's.  We  went   

round  the  store  ourselves 

and  bought  china  ornaments,  sweets,  and 

pages  of  colored  stick-on  scraps  and  transfers. 

They  were  unsophisticated  about  presents, 
and  the  smallest  gift  gave  an  immense  amount 
of  pleasure.  After  they  outgrew  toy  horses, 
books  made  up  the  greater  part  of  their  gifts 
from  Queen  Mary  and  their  uncles  and  aunts. 
Queen  Mary  gave  them  all  the  classics — 
Robert  Louis  Stevenson,  Jane  Austen  and 
Kipling.  Others  sent  book  tokens. 

The  Duke  and  Duchess  gave  them  small 
silver  bracelets  such  as  all  little  girls  love. 
One  year  when  they  had  been  loaded  with 
chocolates  and  all  kinds  of  expensive  pres- 
ents, what  pleased  both  of  them  more  than 
anything  else  was  small  ladybird  brooches 
given  to  them  by  Lilibet's  nursemaid,  Bobo. 

Lilibkt  used  to  help  Margaret  laboriously 
with  her  shopping  and  presents  list,  and  I 
found  among  my  papers  the  other  day  one  of 
these,  written  in  Lilibet's  hand,  to  help  Mar- 
garet write  her  thank-you  letters,  and  remind 
her  what  she  had  received,  and  from  whom  it 
came.  I  give  the  list  just  as  it  stands,  and 
just  as  she  wrote  it. 


^  Happiness 
■T  energy;  ant 
evidently  i>r<><l 
like  propert) 


is  a  kind  of 
I  an  energy  is 

need,  and  not 

rrel>  possessed. 

—  ARISTOTLE. 


Present 

Given 

See  Saw 

Mummic 

Doll  with  dresses 

Umbrella 

Papa 

Teniquoi! 

Brooch 

Mummic 

Calendar 

Grannie 

Silver  Coffee  Pot  ) 

Lilibet 

Clock  V 

to 

Puzzle  J 

Margaret 

Penn  and  Pencil 

Equerry 

China  field  mice 

M.K. 

Mag  and  Cricket  set 

Boforta 

Electric  Stove 

David  H.L. 

China  lamb 

Linda 

There  was  always  a  great  deal  of  consulta- 
tion as  to  what  should  be  give.i  to  Alah  and 
Bobo.  The  latter,  I  seem  to  remember,  came 
in  for  a  lot  of  rather  highly  colored  bath  salts 
m  her  day! 

Making  up  the  Christmas  parcels  was 
great  fun.  and  much  skillful  maneuvering 
always  went  on,  so  that  I  should  by  no 
means  guess  what  it  was  they  had  got  for 


me.  Once  they  gave  me  a  small  box  for  my 
mother.  Inside  was  an  elephant  of  ivory  on  a 
pin.  On  the  back  of  the  box  was  written 
"3  4d."  I  have  it  to  this  day.  Another  year 
the  two  children  gave  me  a  bead  necklace 
made  like  bunches  of  grapes. 

I  wish  I  had  kept  some  of  their  letters 
written  to  Santa  Claus.  They  were  long  and 
confiding,  and  the  requests  under  the  circum- 
stances wer.'  most  unambitious  ones.  Horses 
featured  largely.  Lilibet  always  got  hold  of 
Christmas  catalogues  and  marked  all  the 
horsy  books. 
After  the  Christmas  of  1936  she  wrote  me : 

27th  Dec.  1936 
SandriiiKham.  Norfolk. 
Dear  Crawfie:  Thank  you  very  much  for  the 
lovely  book.  I  have  been  given  such  a  lot  of 
books,  that  I  have  not  read  it  yet.  Prebendary 
Percival  and  his  wife  sent  me  a  lovely  pony  book 
called  Runaway  Mike.  Uncle  Harry  and  Aunt 
Alice  gave  me  two  pony  books.  One  was  called 
Little  Lass  and  the  other  one  Pony  Tracks.  Also 
a  little  lamp  with  a  colt  and  a  cairn  playing. 

Mummy  gave  me  a  beautiful  racing  stud! 
Alah  gave  me  a  box  of  chocolate  pepiicrmints 
and  Bobo  a  tin  of  macintoshes  toffees.  Ruby,  a 
lovely  book  marker  and  calendar.  Mary  gave 
me  a  w<xxi  cut  of  herself  on  her  pony. 
I  hope  you  are  having  a  lovely  holiday. 

Love  from 
,  LlLlUKT 

When  Christmas  came  they  duly  hung  up 
their  stockings.  And  papa  and  mummie 
crept  up.  when  at  last  the  children  slept,  to 
till  them.  They  always  had.  besides  this,  one 
of  those  made-up  net  stockings  full  of  pleas- 
ant   little  rubbishes— 
  comic  books,  whistles,  lit- 
tle balls,  small  tin  frying 
pans  and  other  nonsenses. 
They  loved  these  dearly 
and  kept  all  theemptyones 
year  after  year  carefully 
put  away. 

  There  came    a  time 

much  later  on  when  they 
were  all  taken  out  and  refilled  for  chil- 
dren in  hospitals.  Nothing  was  ever  wasted. 
Lilibet  had  a  large  box  into  which  she  put 
every  piece  of  ribbon  off  chocolate  boxes  and 
bouquets,  neatly  folded  up.  to  be  used  again, 
and  she  kept  every  piece  of  silk  or  pretty  col- 
ored paper  that  t(x)k  her  fancy. 

Another  thing  they  loved  to  do  at  Cnrist- 
mastime  was  to  go  down  to  the  kitchens  to 
help  the  ccxik.  Mrs.  Mac  Donald  i  whom  they 
called  Golly,  perhaps  because  she  did  look  a 
bit  like  a  golliwog),  to  stir  the  Christmas 
puddings.  Colly  made  wonderful  cakes  for 
the  blind  soldiers,  and  we  all  used  to  help 
decorate  them  with  silver  horseshix's  and 
bells,  and  those  bright  silver  pills  dear  to 
confectioners.  Colly  had  great  boxes  full  of 
these  f  lings,  and  of  colored  jellied  sweets,  in 
those  old  spacious  days.  A  good  bit  of  tasting 
was  enjoyed  by  all. 

They  were  never  greedy  children.  Their 
most  favorite  sweet  was  a  certain  fudge  that 
Bobo,  the  nurserymaid  who  is  now  Lilibet's 
personal  maid,  used  to  make  for  them  in  the 
kitchen  from  her  own  secret  reci|X'  which  she 
guarded  jealously.  They  were  apt  to  hoard 
that  and  be  a  little  uneager  to  hand  it  round 
In  general,  a  complete  absence  of  any  kind  of 
lavishness  was  the  family  rule 

On  Queen  Mary's  birthday  the  children 
took  her  little  Victorian  jxisies.  All  the  birth- 
day presents  would  be  laid  out  on  Her  Maj- 
esty's tables  in  her  apartments.  W  hen  we  had 
all  made  our  curtsies  and  she  had  kissed  us. 
she  would  tell  us  we  might  each  choose  from 
among  them  something  for  ourselves.  Lilibet 
would  scan  the  collection  to  see  if  there  was 
anything  there  to  do  with  a  horse;  and  if  not. 
choose  some  other  small  china  animal,  or  lit- 
tle china  dish.  The  presents  the  family  gave 
and  received  were  all  very  simple  with  a  per- 
sonal touch.  One  felt  the  donors  had  always 
erred,  if  at  all.  on  the  side  of  economy. 

Queen  Mary  through  all  the  years  was  an 
immense  help  and  comfort  to  me  personally. 
I  was  very  young  to  have  the  responsibility 
I  carried,  and  there  were  times  when  I  felt 
the  job  I  had  taken  on  was  getting  too  big 
for  me  to  handle.  The  Duke  and  Duchess, 


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January,  19 


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young  themselves  and  entirely  wrapped  up 
in  each  other  and  their  children,  paid  no  more 
than  necessary  attention  to  the  schoolroom 
routine.  Everything,  their  attitude  suggested, 
would  be  perfectly  all  right  as  long  as  both 
little  girls  were  happy  and  well. 

I  sent  Lilibet's  school  schedule  at  the  time 
to  Queen  Mary  and  got  the  following  helpful 
suggestions  from  Her  Majesty,  written  by 
her  lady  in  waiting,  Lady  Cynthia  Colville: 

Marlborough  House  S.W.I 
Dear  Miss  Crawford:  Queen  Mary  was  in- 
tensely interested  in  the  timetable  of  Princess 
Elizabeth  and  commands  me  to  thank  you  so 
much  for  sending  it.  It  struck  Her  Majesty 
as  being  a  wonderfully  ingenious  curriculum, 
considering  how  many  subjects  have  to  be  in- 
cluded, and  that  the  afternoons  are  devoted, 
wisely,  perhaps,  but  inexorably,  to  dancing, 
music,  exercise,  etc.  One  or  two  queries  came 
into  Her  Majesty's  mind,  but  the  Queen  was 
anxious  that  you  should  not  think  Her  Majesty 
was  criticising  (except  in  the  full  meaning  of 
that  much  abused  word). 

There  are  two  questions  that  occurred  to  the 
Queen,  and  Her  Majesty  would  very  much  like 
to  know  what  you  think  about  these  matters: 
(1)  As  regards  History — 2Yi  hours  a  week 
seems  very  little  for  this  subject,  but  perhaps 
that  can't  be  helped.  But,  for  instance,  is  Arith- 
metic really  more  valuable — anyhow  to  them — 
than  History?  Of  course  it  is  very  convenient 
and  an  admirable  thing  that  girls  should  be  in- 


Indoor  Games.  Again  the  old-fashion 
"teaching"  indoor  game  may  seem  awful 
priggish  and  out  of  date.  But  children  used 
take  them  and  occasional  "Happy  Familiej 
of  historical  events  in  French  and  English  h| 
tory  used  to  be  quite  fun  and  really  iiiipril 
outlines  of  historic  events  in  children's  mind 
As  an  occasional  alternative  to  Racing  Demi 
wouldn't  some  kind  of  "intellectual"  game  ! 
rather  restful? 

Do  they  learn  script-writing?  Queen  Mz 
thinks  they  write  very  well,  but  Her  Majesl 
has  a  great  dislike  for  "script"  -vhich  I  mi! 
say  I  heartily  share.  The  script  handwritj 
always  seems  to  turn  out  a  soulless,  undist 
guished  affair,  disjointed,  scrappy,  lacking 
character  and  distinction.  But  I  don't  thi 
they  write  script  anyhow,  so  these  remat 
couldn't  apply. 

All  this  sounds  very  like  a  string  of  criticisr 
But  you  will  know  it  is  not  meant  that  way 
read  the  time-table  to  the  Queen  who  "thouo 
aloud"  in  comments  at  the  time,  and  then  st 
gested  I  should  pass  them  on  to  you,  and  thai 
all  they  are.  But  as  you  know,  Queen  Mary 
thrilled  about  their  education  and— with  you 
wants  them  to  be  absolutely  perfect ! 

Yours  very  sincerely, 

Cynthia  Colville. 

Queen  Mary's  practical  suggestions  wt 
most  welcome,  of  course,  and  I  revised  t 
schoolroom  schedule  for  Princess  Elizabt 
accordingly: 


Monday 

Tuesday 

Wednesday 

Thursday 

Friday 

Saturday 

9:30 
Bible 

Arithmetic 

Arithmetic 

Arithmetic 

Arithmetic 

9:30-11 

10:00 
History 

Grammar 

Geography 

History 

Writing  and 
Composition 

Resume  ol 
week's  wor 
General 

10:30 
Grammar 

History 

Literature 

Poetry 

History 

reading 

11:00  to  12:00 

Break  for  elevenses  (orange  juice)  and  games  in  Hamilton  Gardens 

11:00-12:2C 
Riding 

12:00  to  1:00 

A  rest:  One  half  hour  for  silent  reading  and  one  half  hour  when  I 
read  to  Princess  Elizabeth.  This  covered  a  good  deal  of  literature. 

1:15  Lunch 

1:15  Lund 

Dancing 
Class  or  an 
educational 
visit  with 
Queen  Mary 

Singing  Class 
at 

Lady  Cavan's 
house 

More  walks  or 
out  to  tea 

Drawing 
Lesson 

Music 
Lesson 

Left  for 
Royal  Lodge 
every 
Friday 
afternoon 

Out  in 
garden  and 
park  with 
Duke  and 
Duchess 

telligent  and  quick  in  figures,  and  no  doubt  all 
mathematical  exercise  makes  for  accuracy. 
But  these  two  probably  never  will  have  to  do 
even  their  own  household  books — &  History?? 
Princess  Elizabeth's  future  career?  Knowledge 
of  that  vulgar,  old-fashioned  thing  called  dates 
is  rather  useful  especially  when,  for  instance, 
you  are  talking  to  foreigners  who  assume  you 
are  familiar  with  the  crises  and  tendencies  of 
their  own  particular  national  history. 

Would  it  be  worthwhile  robbing  a  period  or 
so  of  Arithmetic  to  add  to  History?  But  per- 
haps not ! 

Of  course  old-fashioned  Geography  is  hope- 
lessly out  of  date.  But  for  them  all  the  same  a 
rather  detailed  knowledge  of  physical  geography 
might  be  valuable,  and  also  of  the  Dominions 
and  India? 

Bible  Reading.  Of  this  they  do  only  Yi  an 
hour  a  week?  Isn't  that  rather  little?  Doesn't 
that  fact  make  them  feel  that  it  is  a  very  un- 
important subject  really?  But  perhaps  they  do 
it  with  their  Mother,  too,  at  other  times. 

Poetry — Yi  an  hour  a  week.  Do  they  ever 
learn  poetry  by  heart?  Rather  an  old-fashioned 
practice,  too,  and  often  grossly  overdone.  But 
isn't  a  little  of  it  rather  wonderful  memory 
training,  and  doesn't  it  help  to  "get  through" 
a  good  deal  of  first-rate  interesting  stuff  which 
otherwise  they  will  never  read?  A  horrid  way 
of  putting  it,  but  you  will  know  what  is  meant. 

Literature,  too,  is  allotted  only  !^  an  hour  a 
week.  Perhaps  more  is  impossible,  but  it  must 
be  difficult  to  ensure  either  scope  or  continuity 
in  such  a  short  time  in  the  week. 

Queen  Mary  feels  that  genealogies,  historical 
and  dynastic,  are  very  interesting  to  children 
and  for  them  really  important.  Can  such  things 
be  worked  into  History  or  introduced  in  some 
other  way? 


Later  it  became  extremely  difficult 
work  to  any  definite  plan.  Lilibet  was  alw 
being  called  away  by  mummie  or  papa.  1 1 
to  adapt  the  work  then  and  make  use  of ; 
spare  moments  I  had.  Ours  was  never  I 
entirely  conventional  schoolroom,  and  as 
as  I  was  concerned  the  period  at  Birkhall 
the  five  years  I  had  the  children  aloni 
Windsor  were  a  godsend  as  far  as  the  w 
was  concerned.  We  were  uninterrupted. 

During  the  morning  break  we  used  t< 
out  and  play  in  Hamilton  Gardens,  and  i 
Duke  often  joined  us.  One  of  the  favo 
games  and  one  at  which  he  excelled  was  1 
scotch,  played  on  a  roughly-marked-out  a 
which  can  be  either  chalked  on  stone* 
scratched  with  a  stick  in  the  gravel.  I 
played  with  a  nice  flat  stone,  and  the  ide 
to  kick  the  stone  from  square  to  square,  h 
ping  meantime.  Both  your  feet  on  the  grou 
and  you  are  out. 

The  Duke  played  with  great  precisioi 
footwork,  his  daughters  watching  him  a 
cally. 

Lilibet  never  objected  to  her  daily  pei 
of  lying  down  as  long  as  it  did  not  exceed  1 
an  hour.  After  that  she  became  restless, 
was  always  allowed  to  read  a  book  at 
time.  Though  both  children  went  to 
early,  they  did  not  always  remain  th 
There  was  a  good  bit  of  romping  alx)i 
never  quite  approved  of  myself,  but  that 
Mali's  affair.  I  was  always  careful  not 
interfere  in  nursery  matters. 

The  children's  taste  in  books  was  a  I 
one.  Though  for  a  long  time  the  Black  Hea 


LADIES'  HOML  JOLK.NAL 


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ie  of  story  held  first  place  with  both  of 
m,  they  loved  all  the  Dr.  Doolittle  sto- 
;,  by  Hugh  Lofting,  and  were,  in  com- 
n  with  children  the  world  over,  very  sad 
en  Mr.  Lofting  laid  down  his  pen  and 
ily  announced  there  would  be  no  more, 
ey  liked  Lamb's  Tales  from  Shakespeare, 
;  strangely  enough  never  cared  for  Alice  in 
mderland.  They  thought  it  rather  stupid, 
ten  wondered  whether,  had  a  horse  played 
:ading  part  in  it  instead  of  a  White  Rab- 
,  their  verdict  might  have  been  different, 
ackeray's  The  Rose  and  The  Ring,  a  ma- 
e  work  for  young  children,  they  liked  very 
ch  indeed.  When  they  were  out  of  humor 
h  me,  I  was  often  called  Gruffenough, 
;r  the  governess  in  the  story, 
vlargaret  had  one  treasured  work  that  was 
fier  own.  It  was  a  thumbed  and  torn  penny 
adful,  a  tale  of  blood  and  pirates  she  found 
i:  day  in  an  old  box  at  Glamis  Castle.  She 
:urled  and  flattened  its  yellow  pages,  and 
k  great  pains  to  repair  it.  For  a  time  it  was 
favorite  reading.  She  was  very  secretive 
>ut  it  and  would  not  let  anyone  else  see  it. 

'  had  always  borne  in  mind  King  George's 
tructions  to  me  about  their  handwriting, 
3  had  avoided  the  sloping  script  he  so  ob- 
ted  to.  Lilibet  wrote  a  good  clear  hand 
irely  characteristic,  and  later  on  so  did 
jgaret.  One  of  Lilibet's  earliest  letters  to 
was  written  when  I  was  on  holiday  in 
■tland.  I  had  sent  her  that  delightful  chil- 
n's  classic,  Pinocchio,  which  she  had  badly 
iited,  and  she  wrote  me  in  ink  by  herself 
i:hank  me  for  it. 

Windsor  Castle 

April  24,  1935 
)ear  Crawfte:  Thank  you  so  much  for  the 
:  ;ly  book,  but  I  would  like  you  to  read  it  to 
i  Margaret  and  I  have  been  coloring  every 
r.  I  have  been  doing  Ivanhoe.  I  hope  the 
i  y  is  being  good.  I  hope  you  have  a  very 
upy  Easter,  Margaret  and  I  sent  you  heaps 
i:ove.  Love  from 

Lilibet 

Chey  were  both  good  letter  writers,  and  I 
i, ays  heard  very  regularly  from  them  dur- 
|  the  holidays. 

Sat.  10th  Oct.  1936 
Birkhall,  Ballater 
'ear  Crawfie:  Mummie  asked  me  to  write  for 
.  This  is  Mummie  now. 
'hank  you  very  much  for  your  very  nice  let- 
Will  you  come  straight  to  London  on  Mon- 
or  Tuesday  because  we  will  be  arriving  by 
n  from  Glamis.  Just  tell  Percy  that  you  are 
ling  then.  I  have  got  a  tiny  cold  so  I  am  not 
ing  Granny.  Gorgina  is  coming  with  us  to 
mis  too,  and  she  is  very  pleased.  See  you  in 
[don.  With  love  from 

Lilibet. 

ylusic  lessons  were  started  early.  Miss 
►pel  Lander  began  to  come  regularly  to 
Piccadilly.  Lilibet  was  naturally  musical 


and  loved  her  lessons,  but  she  hated  to  prac- 
tice. Miss  Lander  was  to  find  that  Lilibet's 
wonderful  memory  and  good  ear  were  great 
drawbacks,  and  kept  her  from  learning  to 
read.  She  soon  got  a  tune  off  by  heart  and 
could  pick  out  on  the  piano  by  herself  the 
songs  the  barrel  organs  played  and  tne  butch- 
er's boys  whistled.  Margaret  started  music 
lessons  at  seven  and  had  a  real  gift,  no  doubt 
inherited  from  her  other  grandmother,  Lady 
Strathmore,  who  had  great  talent. 

We  went  to  a  singing  class  in  the  Countess 
of  Cavan's  home  in  Princes  Gate  for  some 
time,  and  the  children  loved  it.  It  came  to  an 
end  when  we  moved  to  Buckingham  Palace, 
but  I  formed  a  Madrigal  Society  at  Windsor 
during  the  war,  and  that  continued  at  the 
palace  until  a  year  ago. 

Both  children  had  delightful  speaking  and 
singing  voices  from  the  earliest  age.  Margaret 
could  sing  all  the  Merry  Widow  tunes  long 
before  she  could  talk.  They  both  picked  up 
tunes  with  amazing  ease,  and  it  was  charm- 
ing to  hear  them  sing  duets  together.  This 
was  something  that  always  gave  the  Duke  a 
lot  of  pleasure  and  amazement.  He  had  al- 
ways found  it  so  difficult  to  do  anything  in 
public.  To  his  little  girls  it  came  with  the 
greatest  ease. 

Margaret,  had  she  been  trained,  would  un- 
doubtedly have  become  a  very  good  singer. 
As  it  is,  her  undoubted  talent  has  given  im- 
mense pleasure  to  her  parents'  visitors  in  the 
family  circle.  She  is  a  born  comic  into  the 
bargain  and  accompanies  herself  for  these 
turns  on  the  piano  in  an  almost  professional 
manner. 

Wireless  was  in  its  infancy  then,  and  the 
children  took  little  interest  in  it.  But  later 
both  were  Itma  fans,  and  great  admirers  of 
Tommy  Handley.  Dinner  was  always  a  little 
earlier  on  the  Itma  nights  so  that  they  would 
not  miss  any  of  it.  They  also  liked  Much 
Binding  in  the  Marsh.  The  King  and  Queen 
are  great  radio  fans. 

King  George  V  was  devoted  to  his  grand- 
children, but  I  always  felt  he  preferred  Lili- 
bet to  Margaret.  His  own  children  had  always 
been  a  little  afraid  of  him,  with  his  Victorian 
discipline,  his  quarter-deck  voice  and  his 
general  strictness.  Lilibet  had  none  of  these 
qualms.  She  was  even  at  times  a  trifle  pa- 
tronizing. I  remember  on  one  occasion  when 
he  drew  a  rather  unhandy  picture  for  her, 
she  stood  at  his  elbow,  watching,  encouraging 
him. 

"You  really  are  not  at  all  a  bad  drawer," 
she  told  him  kindly. 

It  was  wonderful  to  see  them  together,  the 
tall,  bearded  old  man  and  the  small,  polite 
little  girl  holding  onto  one  of  his  fingers. 
When  he  was  so  ill,  a  part  of  the  tonic  his 
doctors  recommended  for  his  convalescence 
was  her  presence.  She  was  then  four  years 
old.  She  went  down  with  him  to  Bognor 
Regis.  It  was  the  first  time  she  had  ever  been 


"/  think  they're  the  most  fun  when 
they're  just  learning  to  walk.  ' 


t0OKINC  ATlts 


*4SY  BESt*. 


THE  ELECTRIC  RANGE 


WITH  k~  BEAUTY 


AND 


BRAINS 


Model  DE-129 


7  Heat  Speeds  ( instead  of  5 )  lor  the 
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to  the  sea.  She  used  to  play  about  on  the 
sand  while  the  old  King  sat  in  the  sunshine, 
watching  her. 

We  were  supposed  to  go  and  play  in  the 
palace  gardens  whenever  we  cared  to,  but 
for  some  reason  this  was  never  a  popular  ex- 
pedition and  smacked  too  much  of  putting 
on  good  clothes  and  having  to  behave.  The 
children  infinitely  preferred  the  small  smutty 
enclosure  of  Hamilton  Gardens.  Perhaps  just 
because  it  meant  home. 

At  this  time  the  whole  family  went  up  to 
Birkhall  for  the  summer  holidays.  This  is  a 
small  Stuart  house  built  in  1715  on  the  banks 
of  the  River  Muick,  just  outside  Ballater  in 
Scotland.  It  is  Victorian  inside,  with  pinewood 
furniture  and  masses  of  Landseers.  Landseer 
had  been  Queen  Victoria's  drawing  master  in 
her  childhood,  and  she  was  a  great  admirer  of 
all  his  works.  The  staircases  are  lined  with 
Spy's  caricatures.  Some  of  these  caricatures 
have  personal  letters  attached  to  the  backs  of 
them,  and  we  spent  many  wet  days  reading 
them1.  There  was  hardly  a  great  statesman 
from  Victoria's  time  up  to  the  present  day 
not  represented  there,  and  these  I  found  a 
great  help  with  history. 

Birkhall  is  whitewashed  outside  and  has 
a  dark  pine  porch  at  the  front  door.  Queen 
Victoria  had  these 
porches  put  on  all 
the  royal  houses  so 
that  she  could  clam- 
ber into  her  car- 
riage without  get- 
ting blown  to  pieces 
on  windy  days. 

The  bedrooms  are 
very  simple  and 
Victorian,  with  pine- 
wood  beds  and  old- 
fashioned  wash- 
stands  with  the  cus- 
tomary outfit  of 
chinaware.  In  the 
King's  bathroom 
there  is  one  text: 
Cleanliness  is 
Next  to  Godli- 
ness. 

As  in  Bucking- 
ham Palace  and 
Windsor  Castle, 
there  are  three  ba- 
sins in  a  line,  each 
with  hot  and  cold 
water.  One  marked 

for  "teeth,"  one  "hands,"  and  one  "face"! 

When  I  first  went  to  Birkhall  it  was  lit  by 
oil  lamps,  and  very  smelly  oilstoves  were 
carried  up  to  the  bedrooms  in  bitter  weather. 
Since  then  it  has  been  brought  up  to  date. 

Just  as  her  father  and  mother  did  before 
her,  Princess  Elizabeth  now  has  Birkhall  as 
her  summer  house.  It  has  been  given  her.  Her 
children  will  play  in  the  same  nurseries  she 
shared  with  her  sister. 

It  had  been  obvious  for  some  time  that  the 
old  King's  health  was  failing.  He  had  made  a 
wonderful  recovery  from  his  serious  illness, 
but  he  had  never  been  quite  the  same  person 
again.  There  was  suddenly  a  vagueness  about 
him.  His  booming  voice  had  quietened;  he 
was  in  every  way  more  gentle. 

Nothing  seemed  particularly  imminent, 
however,  when  I  went  up  to  Scotland  for  my 
usual  Christmas  holiday.  The  first  I  person- 
ally knew  of  how  serious  matters  had  sud- 
denly become  was  when  the  message  was 
broadcast  to  the  nation  and  we  knew  the  end 
was  near:  "The  King's  life  is  moving  peace- 
fully to  its  close." 

I  I  IAD  a  telegram  almost  immediately  ask- 
ing me  to  return  to  Royal  Lodge,  Windsor, 
Whew  the  children  were.  I  had  had  a  tooth 
out  the  day  before.  Cocaine  never  goes 
I  In  in  \y  I  mi  i\  I.k  (  .  il  s;il  t  lid  (  like  ;m  apple  on 
my  cheeky  and  I  looked  as  though  I  had  been 
crying  my  eyes  out.  I  can  still  remember  the 
'ill  of  hush  that  had  fallen  over  Knglanrl 
All  the  way  flown  south  the  stations  were 
strangely  silent  and  empty,  and  everyone 
looked  sad.  People  had  not  realized  how 
much  they  loved  the  old  King  until  he  was 
dead 


At  Royal  Lodge  two  little  figures  were 
waiting  for  me.  The  Duke  and  Duchess  had 
gone  to  town  and  left  a  message  for  me: 
"Don't  let  all  this  depress  them  more  than 
is  absolutely  necessary,  Crawfie.  They  are  so 
young." 

I  kept  them  in  Windsor  until  all  arrange- ' 
ments  had  been  made  for  the  funeral,  then  I 
took  them  to  London.  Margaret  was  much 
too  young  to  pay  attention  to  what  was  going 
on.  She  was  intrigued  by  the  fact  that  Alah 
from  time  to  time  burst  into  a  flood  of  tears. 

Lilibet  in  her  sensitive  fashion  felt  it  all 
deeply.  It  was  very  touching  to  see  how  hard 
she  tried  to  do  what  she  felt  was  expected  of 
her.  It  was  as  if  she  felt  in  some  way,  even 
unconsciously,  the  shades  of  the  prison  house 
closing  round  her.  I  remember  her  pausing 
doubtfully  as  she  groomed  one  of  the  toy 
horses  and  looking  up  at  me  for  a  moment 
"Oh,  Crawfie  .  .  .  ought  we  to  play?"  she 
asked. 

I  said  certainly  they  ought  to  play,  and 
that  the  last  thing  anyone  you  loved  would 
wish  you  to  do  was  to  sit  round  and  be  miser- 
able. But  it  was  not  very  easy  to  keep  them 
cheerful  in  that  suddenly  muted  house.  We 
played,  I  remember,  endless  games  of  noughts 
and  crosses — a  game  I  can't  contemplate 
to  this  day  without 


if 


NEXT  MONTH 

"/  need  a  wife  —  or  a  partner 
yoiid  rather  have  it  that  irar." 

THAT  had  been  Nan's  proposal 
from  a  fierce-looking  young 
doetor  named  Haniel  Broome.  And 
because  she  was  fat — and  a  domes- 
tic creature — and  because  his  need 
seemed  real,  Nan  accepted.  She 
had  learned  to  care  for  him  and 
understand  him  before  she  dis- 
covered that  his  first  choice  was, 
and  would  always  be,  handsome 
Medora  Jessup. 

The  Bitter  Herb 

Itu  \ i>li a  Gardner  White 

complete  in  the  February  Journal 


We 
lessly 
young. 


hearing  in  my  ears 
the  strains  of  the 
Dead  March  from 
Saul. 

fuss  need- 
about  the 
I  remember 
I  was  very  bothered 
at  the  thought  of 
Lilibet  going  to  the 
lying-in-state.  Shd 
was  so  young,  E 
thought.  What 
could  she  possiblyl 
know  of  death?  Bud 
she  had  to  go.  She) 
drove  off  with  thd 
Duke  and  Duchess,i 
in  her  black  coatandl 
black  velvet  tamj 
mie,  looking  small 
i  i,  I  thoughtJ 
rather  scared.  The 
streets  were  filled] 
with  the  usual  greatf 
crowds,  but  now/ 
p  they  were  all  silent 

I  had  forgotten  she  was  much  too  short  tx 
see  into  the  coffin.  All  she  saw  as  they  filet] 
past  the  raised  dais  was  great  heaps  of  flowl 
ers.  At  this  time  the  King's  sons  stood  o: 
guard,  their  rifles  reversed.  How  relieved 
was  to  find  that  what  had  impressed  itself  o 
Lilibet  was  how  still  they  stood. 

"Uncle  David  was  there,"  she  told  m 
"and  he  never  moved  at  all,  Crawfie.  N< 
even  an  eyelid.  It  was  wonderful.  And  ever ! 
one  was  so  quiet.  As  if  the  King  were  asleep 
Margaret  bounced  around,  happily  uncoi' 
scious  of  everything,  in  her  nursery  on  thj 
day  of  the  funeral,  but  Lilibet  had  to  go.  Til 
whole  long  ceremony  would  have  been  toj 
much  for  her,  we  decided,  so  it  was  arrange 
that  I  should  take  her  to  Paddington  Statu 
quietly  in  time  to  see  the  gun  carriage  wi 
the  King's  body  coming  down  the  ramp.  Tl 
Duke  wanted  her  to  see  that,  and  to  ha 
that  memory. 

So,  with  the  small  forlorn-looking  figu 
in  its  inky  black,  off  I  went.  The  processio 
as  is  common  to  processions,  had  taken  long 
than  anyone  exi>ccted.  We  arrived  at  Pa> 
dington  Station  an  hour  and  a  half  t(x>  soo 
It  was  difficult  to  know  how  to  pass  the  tim 
'flic  place  was  packed  with  silent  and  oft 
weeping  people.  It  was  a  depressing  busim 
in  the  naturally  gloomy  and  vaulted  stati<| 
for  a  little  girl  to  endure. 

A  kindly  stationmaster  put  us  into  his p 
vate  room,  where  we  once  again  played  en 
less  games  of  noughts  and  crosses  on  (irtj 
Western  Railway  note  paper.  From  timcl 

time  I  felt  anxious  about  Lilibet,  for  she  Wf 
very  white.  But  children  have  a  way  of  to! 
ing  these  trying  events  in  their  stride. 

When  we  heard  tin  bands  playing  and* 
the  gun  Carriage  Covered  with  the  Union  Ja 


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come  slowly  into  sight,  for  a  moment  she 
realized  what  it  all  meant  and  her  small  face 
quivered.  But  a  wonderful  diversion  occurred 
at  exactly  the  right  moment.  One  of  the  sail- 
ors marching  there  fainted  just  below  us. 
The  ranks  on  either  side  of  him  immediately 
closed  in  on  him,  holding  him  up  and  march- 
ing him  along  with  the  rest.  Lilibet  was  so  en- 
chanted with  the  cleverness  of  this  proceed- 
ing that  the  sad  moment  passed.  I  wished  the 
young  sailor  who  fainted  could  have  known 
what  a  diversion  he  caused  for  a  little  girl  on 
a  sad  day. 

I  had  to  take  Lilibet  down  onto  the  plat- 
form where  she  was  to  join  her  father  and 
mother  on  the  Windsor  train.  Here  I  struck 
a  snag  we  had  not  thought  of.  All  the  royal 
ladies  were  draped  from  head  to  foot  in 
black  crape,  their  faces  covered.  I  stood  for 
a  moment  lost  and  bewildered,  very  con- 
scious of  my  uncovered  face  and  not  quite 
certain  what  to  do  next. 

The  Duchess  realized  my  difficulty.  She 
raised  one  hand  and  beckoned  to  us.  Lilibet 
ran  over  and  stood  there,  holding  onto  her 
with  that  look  on  her  small  face  I  knew  so 
well.  She  did  not  much  like  all  this,  but  she 
meant  to  go  through  with  it,  making  no  fuss. 

After  the  funeral,  life  settled  down  quickly 
for  the  children,  who,  happily,  soon  forget. 
Let  it  not  be  thought  that  all  was  sweetness 
and  light  in  our  schoolroom  all  the  time. 
These  were  two  entirely  normal  and  healthy 
little  girls,  and  we  had  our  difficulties. 
Neither  was  above  taking  a  whack  at  her 
adversary,  if  roused,  and  Lilibet  was  quick 
with  her  left  hook !  Margaret  was  more  of  a 
close-in  fighter,  known  to  bite  on  occasions. 
More  than  once  have  I  been  shown  a  hand 
bearing  the  royal  teeth  marks.  They 
scrapped  over  their  toys  in  an  entirely 
healthy  manner  from  time  to  time.  Then 
slaps  were  administered  and  never  mind  by 
whom.  Schoolroom  brawls  often  started 
when  they  had  to  wear  hats.  They  hated 
hats.  This  put  them  in  a  bad  humor,  and 
they  would  snap  each  other's  elastic  spite- 
fully to  register  displeasure,  to  shrill  cries  of 
"You  brute!  You  beast!"  We  kept  these 
scenes  from  the  Duchess.  She  was  herself  so 
sweet  and  gentle.  So  I  would  remove  the 
contestants,  when  disputes  arose,  to  finish 
the  bout  upstairs.  "Margaret  always  wants 
what  I  want,"  was  the  common  complaint. 
Perhaps  the  Duchess  thought  this  boded  no 
good  for  the  future. 

Of  the  two  children,  Lilibet  was  the  one 
with  the  temper,  but  it  was  under  control. 
Margaret  was  often  naughty,  but  she  had  a 
gay  bouncing  way  with  her  which  was  hard 
to  deal  with.  She  would  often  defy  me  with  a 
sidelong  look,  make  a  scene  and  kiss  and  be 
friends  and  all  forgiven  and  forgotten.  Lili- 
bet was  less  easy,  but  she  had  always  the 
more  character  of  the  two. 

The  Duke  was  immensely  proud  of  her. 
He  had  a  way  of  looking  at  her  that  was 
touching.  But  Margaret  brought  delight 
into  -his  life.  She  was  a  plaything.  She  was 
warm  and  demonstrative,  made  to  be  cud- 
dled and  played  with.  At  one  time  he  would 
be  almost  embarrassed,  yet  at  the  same  time 
most  touched  and  pleased  when  she  wound 
her  arms  round  his  neck,  nestled  against  him 
and  cuddled  and  caressed  him.  He  was  not  a 
demonstrative  man. 

Lilibet  took  after  him.  She,  too,  was  re- 
served and  quiet  about  her  feelings.  If  you 
once  gained  her  love  and  affection  you  had 
it  forever,  but  she  never  gave  it  easily.  Only 
once  did  she  walk  right  into  my  arms,  think- 
ing of  nothing  but  that  for  the  moment  she 
had  to  have  a  little  comforting.  That  was 
when  she  came  into  my  room,  very  white  and 
wide-eyed. 

"Oh,  Crawfie,  Grandfather  Strathmore  is 
dead,"  she  said,  and  burst  into  tears. 

Lord  Strathmore,  the  Duchess'  father,  was 
a  most  gentle  and  humorous  person.  He  was 
a  countryman  through  and  through.  He 
timed  all  his  movements  by  country  things— 
the  coming  of  the  migrants,  the  wild  geese  on 
the  river,  the  rising  of  the  sap.  This  gave  a 
particular  atmosphere  to  Glamis  itself,  so 
that  you  felt  you  were  much  nearer  to  reality 
and  nature  there  than  any  other  place. 


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98 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


January,  1950 


"GOOD-BYE 
TO  ALL 
THAT!" 


DULL  LOOK  m  > 


BREAST  SAG 


W  tial  a  diflVreuee  in  her  Spencera 
— (Ii'-ium  il  j ii -t  for  Ikt 


Sags  aud  bulges  made  her  look  tired,  unattractive — 
before  she  got  her  Spencers. 


Figure  worries  are  gone 
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Do  bulges  bother  you  because  they  spoil  your 
figure,  ruin  the  lines  of  even  your  nicest 
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The  real  cause  of  those  unlovely  sags  and 
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backache  and  nervous  fatigue.  It  even  dis- 
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He  always  made  cocoa  for  his  breakfast 
himself,  ate  plum  pudding  for  lunch  every 
day  of  his  life,  and  always  had  beside  him  at 
meals  a  small  jug  of  water  with  which  he 
diluted  his  wine.  The  little  girls  adored  him, 
and  he  them,  but  they  confided  to  me  that 
his  whiskers  tickled. 

He  had  a  flowing  silky  mustache  which  he 
divided  carefully  in  the  center  before  kissing 
them.  Until  he  was  very  old  indeed,  he  used 
to  ride  his  pony  into  the  woods  and  cut  and 
tidy  the  trees.  One  of  the  keepers  went  with 
him.  Sometimes  on  our  walks  we  would  come 
across  the  two  of  them,  talking  together  as 
friends. 

Glamis  (pronounced  "Glarmes")  Castle 
stands  in  its  own  large  grounds  on  the  east 
coast  of  Scotland,  between  Edinburgh  and 
Aberdeen.  Sir  John  Lyon,  founder  of  the 
family,  who  was  Keeper  of  the  Privy  Seal  to 
the  King  of  Scotland  in  1371.  was  granted 
what  was  then  called  the  thanage  of  Glamis 
the  following  year.  Like  Windsor,  the  castle 
started  life  as  a  fortress.  It  dates  from  1033. 
Here  dwelt  Macbeth,  who  was  by  no  means 
the  entirely  vicious  character  Shakespeare 
makes  him  out  to  be  in  his  play  of  that  name. 

The  real  Macbeth,  though  admittedly  he 
murdered  Duncan,  was  otherwise  a  good 
enough  king,  as  kings  went  in  those  days. 
Far  from  meeting  a  speedy  death,  as  in  the 
play,  his  reign  lasted  for  seventeen  years,  and 
he  gained  the  respect  of  his  people.  But  there 
are  tales  enough,  apart  from  that  one,  about 
the  castle.  Malcolm  II  was  killed  there,  and 
the  Old  Pretender  stayed  there  in  1716.  A 
Gray  Lady  is  said  to  walk  at  night.  And 
somewhere  tucked  away  there  is  a  small 
gloomy  apartment  called  the  Hangman's 
Room,  where  that  worthy  was  put  up  when, 
as  was  the  custom  in  those  days,  he  did  his 
rounds.  Much  as  a  judge  when  on  circuit. 
There  is  the  famous  legend  of  the  Glamis 
Monster.  In  some  secluded  tower  they  say  it 
lurks,  its  horrid  presence  revealed  to  each 
heir  on  his  attaining  his  majority.  At  night 
the  old  castle  is  certainly  full  of  odd  rattles, 
and  wailing  winds,  and  strange  noises.  But  I 
stayed  there  many  times,  and  can  only  say  I 
never  witnessed  any  of  these  hauntings. 

There  was  a  wonderful  atmosphere  there 
that  seemed  to  belong  to  other  and  more 
peaceful  days.  Life  revolved  round  the  still- 
room  and  the  big  kitchens  where  the  children 
loved  to  go  to  taste  the  new-baked  cakes  and 
beg  for  coffee  sugar. 

From  dusty  boxes  we  would  unearth  old 
forgotten  treasures,  photographs,  old  manu- 
scripts and  books.  We  would  join  the  family 
for  lovely  peaceful  teas  in  the  Blue  Room. 
The  Countess  of  Strathmore  was  a  wonder- 
ful personality.  She  was  one  of  those  people 
who  make  a  happy  atmosphere.  The  place 
had  for  the  children  the  added  charm  that 
their  mother  had  spent  her  childhood  there. 
There  were  all  the  places  to  be  visited  mum- 
mie  had  so  often  spoken  of.  There  were  all  the 
stories  to  hear  of  "when  mummie  was  a 
little  girl." 

The  children  spent  happy  carefree*  days 
there,  full  of  simple  but  enchanting  things  to 
do.  One  of  our  favorite  expeditions  was 
taking  the  pony  down  to  Glamis  station  to 
watch  the  Aberdeen  Fish  Express  go  through. 
The  pony  was  temperamental  about  trains, 
and  the  stationmaster  very  kindly  let  us 
shut  him  up  in  the  ticket  office.  Unfortu- 
nately, one  day  when,  as  usual,  we  did  this, 
the  stationmaster  had  forgotten  to  warn  us 


that  he  had  put  all  his  best  chrysanthe- 
mums ready  for  the  flower  show  in  there. 
The  pony  ate  the  lot. 

It  was  on  Glamis  railway-station  platform, 
the  little  girls  first  discovered  chewing  gum. 
A  cousin  who  was  staying  there  with  them 
initiated  them  into  its  wonderful  possibili- 
ties. Trains  are  few  and  far  between  there, 
and  we  had  lots  of  time  to  place  crossed  pm 
stuck  together  with  gum  on  the  lines,  and 
wait  for  the  next  train  through  to  turn  them 
into  enchanting  little  scissors.  The  woodsi 
round  Glamis  were  mostly  gold  and  scarlet) 
with  autumn  when  we  went  there.  There  nt) 
wonderful  crimson  toadstools  growing  there] 
that  looked  as  though  they  had  been  sugared! 
over  on  top.  We  felt  certain  they  must  b 
deadly  poison,  until,  one  day  sitting  ven 
quiet  on  a  fallen  tree  there,  we  saw  a  largt 
rabbit  come  out,  and  painstakingly  nibbli 
all  round  one  of  them,  then  polish  hi 
whiskers  and  amble  happily  away ! 

Those  times  at  Glamis  were  really  restfu 
holidays  for  all  of  us.  There  were  no  eyes  a 
the  railings,  there  were  no  crowds  except  tb 
birds.  There  were  endless  dressing-up  chest 
full  of  old-fashioned  frocks,  and  tapestries 
and  hats  of  other  days,  and  pieces  of  s3 
and  room  after  room,  and  passage  aftr 
passage,  to  play  hide-and-seek  and  sardine 
It  was  a  fascinating  place  for  children,  an 
if  the  Thane  of  Glamis  and  the  lurking  mo 
ster  left  their  shadows  over  it  for  some  th 
never  depressed  us  at  all. 

I  don't  know  who  was  more  sorry  wh 
the  Glamis  holidays  came  to  an  end,  t 
children  or  I. 


Both  Lilibet  and  Margaret  went  througl 
tiresome  time  between  the  ages  of  six 
twelve  when  they  bit  their  nails.  What  stru 
gles  I  had  with  them  over  this!  The  busii 
of  curing  them  wasn't  made  any  easier 
me,  either,  when  one  day  at  some  fu: 
the  children  attended  we  saw  Mr.  Cha 
lain  himself  with  his  fingers  in  his 
gnawing  away.  (His  nanny,  apparently, 
had  less  success  than  I  hoped  to  achf 
Both  Lilibet  and  Margaret  nudged  me 
shocked  and  triumphant  delight.  Obvious! 
if  the  Prime  Minister  could  do  it,  and  indul 
to  his  heart's  content  in  this  furious 
why  not  they? 

They  took  great  interest  in  the  vark 
prominent  people  who  came  and  went,  a 
passed  some  astonishingly  acute  judgmen 
too,  on  this  one  or  that,  from  their  perch 
the  top  of  the  well  under  the  dome  at  145. 
ready  Lilibet  was  developing  a  charmi 
little  manner  of  her  own  in  company,  I 
she  made  the  most  brave  efforts  to  mo 
herself  on  her  mummie  and  always  say' 
right  thing  at  the  right  time.  This 
charming,  but  not  always  entirely  success 
One  day  Ramsay  MacDonald  bent  low  c  J 
her  small  hand,  and  she  said  in  that  c  | 
ringing  voice  of  hers: 

"I  saw  you  in  Punch  this  morning, 
MacDonald,  leading  a  flock  of  geese!" 

Mr.  MacDonald  gave  her  a  wan  sr| 

World  copyright.  1949,  the  Curtia  I'ubll 
Co.  No  portion  of  thin  m.n  be  r«*prin  ted  wi 
speeiul  written  permission. .  . .  Ne\t  mont 
the  second  of  eight  installments,  **CruwBe¥J 
describe  tbe  duy  Kdward  \lll  brought  ' 
Simpson  to  teu  ut  tile  Koyal  l^idge  and 
4omestie  crisis  which  followed;  arrival  efl 
little  princesses  and  tbeir  parrot*  at  liut'k 
hum  Puluee;  the  mouse  in  tbe  butbtulaj 
events  behind  the  scenes  ut  the  Coronutioo. 


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nothing  of  an  unbusinesslike  encouragement 
of  whims  and  fancies.  Scott  had  to  mask  the 
annoyance  in  his  eyes. 

"It  won't  work  at  all,"  Miss  Novick  re- 
peated firmly. 

Last  week  Scott  would  have  replied  caus- 
tically. "Sup|Kjse  you  let  me  worry  alxjut 
that,  Miss  Novick.  It  liapjK-ns  to  Ik-  my  job." 
And  his  expression  would  have  gone  on  to 
nay,  While  yours  is  to  try  to  run  your  depart- 
ttunt  in  accordance  with  the  orders  xiven  you. 
liul  now,  with  a  reluctant  Ixiw  to  How  to 

i  \long  With  Kvcrylxnly,  Scott  smiled. 


"There  is  that  chance,"  he  admitteel 
may  be  entirely  wrong.  I'd  like  to  talk  it  f 
with  you."  He  looked  at  her  ingenilOj 
"Maybe  we  can  work  something  out." 

Again  he  could  see  the  bewildered  kM| 
Miss  Novick's  face.  Up  till  now  the 
of  civil  words  exchanged  between  the 
lx.cn  few  indeed.  But  even  as  he  WLtdl 
saw  her  mind  reject  his  sudden  ruvcraw| 
eyed  him  stonily. 

"You  can't  treat  ixiople  like  sad  I 
potatOM  and  expect  good  work  from  till 
she  stated  emphatically.  And  herowneq 


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Scott  sighed  patiently.  It  had  done  him 
no  good  to  label  his  activities  modestly  as 
time  and  motion  studies.  To  Miss  Novick 
and  the  others  he  had  already  become  a 
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fire  under  his  waning  smile. 

"  I  was  hoping  you'd  help  me  on  this  deal," 
he  persisted  calmly.  "We  might  be  able  to 
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Miss  Novick's  rejection  became  unmis- 
takably final.  Her  blue  eyes  derided  him 
blandly.  "Sorry,"  she  declined.  "I'm  not  a 
magician."  Or  an  M.B.A.,  Harvard,  her  smile 
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Miss  Novick  shrugged.  "I  just  wanted  to 
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With  commend- 
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Scott  waited  until   

after  lunch  before  go- 
ing in  to  see  Mr.  Tupper,  and  found  the  old 
gentleman  in  his  office  zestfully  reading  a 
movie  magazine.  This  was  put  down  una- 
bashedly as  the  gray  eyes  twinkled  an  amused 
greeting. 

"Has  Miss  Novick  been  in  to  see  you  yet?" 
Scott  demanded  bluntly. 

Mr.  Tupper's  smile  broadened.  "She  has," 
he  admitted. 

Scott  nodded  grimly.  "And?"  he  asked 
quietly. 

Mr.  Tupper's  expression  became  enig- 
matic. "I  told  her  I  thought  your  plan  had 
some  good  points.  I  explained  to  her  that  we 
veterans  of  the  old  school  could  learn  a  lot 
from  the  new  generation." 

Scott  had  received  his  master's  degree  the 
previous  June,  and  it  was  Mr.  Tupper's  fond 
conceit  to  emphasize  Scott's  academic  ap- 
proach to  the  business  world  by  referring  to 
all  the  other  employees  of  the  company  as 
veterans,  professionals— in  contrast  to  the 
college-boy  amateur.  Actually,  as  they  both 
knew,  Miss  Novick  was  all  of  twenty-three. 
She  had  been  with  Tupper  &  Co.  four  years, 
having  taken  a  one-year  secretarial  course 
after  graduating  from  high  school.  Scott  was 
twenty-eight,  his  four  years  of  college  and 
two  years  of  graduate  business  school  having 
necessarily  been  interrupted  by  four  years  of 
war.  Now  Mr.  Tupper  was  blandly  assuring 
him  that  his  youth  and  inexperience  had  a 
few  redeeming  features. 

"And  did  Miss  Novick  agree  to  try  it 
out,  Mr.  Tupper?"  Scott's  tone  was  elabo- 
rately respectful. 


"Oh,  yes,"  Mr.  Tupper  replied.  The 
twinkle  came  back  to  the  bright  gray  eyes. 
"She  anticipates  some  difficulty." 

"  I  don't  doubt  it,"  Scott  retorted  wryly. 

He  could  picture  the  degree  of  co-opera- 
tion he  would  get.  Miss  Novick  would  see  to 
it  that  every  stenographic  assignment  in- 
volved the  maximum  clash  of  personality. 
Inevitably  the  most  important  men  would 
get  the  most  incompetent  girls. 

Mr.  Tupper  looked  at  Scott  coyly.  "You 
won't  mind  if  I  continue  to  insist  on  Miss 
Novick  for  myself?"  he  asked. 

Miss  novick  had  been  Mr.  Tupper's  pri- 
vate secretary  for  a  year.  When  the  last 
stenographic  supervisor  had  been  retired  Mr. 
Tupper  had  put  Miss  Novick  in  charge  and 
had  since  refused  to  take  another  secretary 
for  himself. 

"I  wish,"  Scott  admitted  fervently,  "you'd 
get  her  out  of  my  hair  entirely." 

Mr.  Tupper  smiled  soothingly.  "Miss 
Novick  is  a  very  intelligent  young  woman," 
he  said. 

Scott  made  a  wry  face.  "  I  don't  think  she 
likes  me  very  much,"  he  said  mildly. 

That  could  hardly 
be  news  to  Mr.  Tup- 
per. The  old  man 
was  surprisingly  well 
informed  about  what 
went  on  in  his  com- 
pany. And  he  had  ac- 
tually been  responsi- 
ble for  that  first  clash 
with  Miss  Novick. 

It  was  during 
Scott's  first  month. 
A  routine  check  of 
the  outgoing  corre- 
spondence had  re- 
vealed an  efficiency 
level  which,  even  for 
easygoing,  haphazard 
Tupper  &  Co.,  was 
surprisingly  poor.  He 
had  submitted  the 
data  to  Mr.  Tupper 
and  had  been  subse- 
quently summoned  to 
the  president's  office. 
Mr.  Tupper  was  dic- 
tating to  a  young 
lady  Scott  assumed  to 
be  his  private  secre- 
tary. Scott  assumed 
this  because  Mr.  Tup- 
per at  once  launched 
into  a  discussion  of 
the  stenographic  pool, 


ilocd ^cy  a  Hfyrc 

By  Yotza  Villfspio 

When  the  heart  shivers  in  its  thin 
patched  coat 
On  the  wintry  hills  of  living, 
And  sees  the  frosty  glitter  on  the 
crest 

With  strange  misgiving, 

And  turns  to  paths  remembered 
overgrown 
With  time's  neglected  brier, 
Looking  for  faggots,  or  a  few  dry 
twigs 
To  build  a  little  fire, 

Not  at  the  slender  branches  crowned 
with  leaves 
Does  the  heart  laugh  and  lean,  . 
But  at  the  weathered,  knowing  that 
old  wood 
Burns  better  than  the  green. 


and  Scott  could  not  imagine  that  the  young 
woman  sitting  quietly  by  was  the  supervisor 
of  the  department  under  discussion. 

But  such  had  proved  to  be  the  case.  When 
Scott  had  finished  his  comparison  of  Tupper 
&  Co.'s  stenographic  setup  with  the  efficient 
normal,  Mr.  Tupper  had  blandly  turned  to 
Miss  Novick  and  asked  her  what  she  had  to 
say  by  way  of  comment.  Miss  Novick  proved 
to  have  an  incisive  delivery.  Taken  by  sur- 
prise, Scott  had  not  come  off  too  well  in  the 
discussion.  Mr.  Tupper  had  listened  to  them 
both  gravely.  Scott  could  not  get  over  the 
feeling  that  the  old  man  had  enjoyed  him- 
self immensely. 

It  was  also  apparent  that  Mr.  Tupper's 
sympathies  were  not  all  on  the  side  of  statis- 
tical efficiency.  Scott  wondered  again  why  he 
had  let  himself  be  talked  into  taking  on  his 
job.  His  father  and  Mr.  Tupper  had  been 
close  friends,  and  Mr.  Tupper  had  naturally 
taken  an  interest  in  Scott's  career.  But  after 
a  brief  survey  of  the  Tupper  organization, 
Scott  had  felt  instinctively  that  the  rambling 
hodgepodge  which  was  Tupper  &  Co.  was  not 
the  best  field  for  a  start  in  scientific  business 
administration.  Tupper  &  Co.  was  a  profit- 
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"I  see  you  tried  out  my  suggestion,"  Mr. 
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blankly  sly  look. 

"How  do  you  mean?"  Scott  asked. 

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calling  people  by  their  first  names  was  an- 
other that  he  did  not  approve  in  the  president 
of  a  large  company. 

"Did  she  say  anything  about  it?"  he 
asked. 

"No,"  the  old  man  replied.  "But  I  could 
see  you  had  her  guessing."  He  was  nodding 
his  head  approvingly. 

It  struck  Scott  that  Mr.  Tupper's  pose  was 
that  of  an  innocent  bystander  along  the 
stream  which  was  Tupper  &  Co.  If  the  waters 
threatened  to  get  too  turbulent,  the  old  man 
would  initiate  some  deviously  obscure  act  of 
pacification.  But  if  the  surface  seemed  too 
placid,  he  was  not  above  throwing,  in  sur- 
reptitious, small-boy  fashion,  an  effectively 
disturbing  rock — to  watch  the  resulting  tur- 
bulence with  grave  amusement. 

In  the  almost  open  warfare  between  Miss 
Xovick  and  Scott,  Mr.  Tupper  had  remained 
an  impishly  aloof  spectator.  Scott,  in  retalia- 
tion, had  adopted  an  attitude  of  uncom- 
promising indifference  to  the  niceties  of  pub- 
lic relations.  It  was  only  when  the  general 
atmosphere  threatened  to  endanger  the  like- 
lihood of  any  large-scale  success  for  Scott's 
reforms  that  the  old  man  had  stepped  in  to 
suggest  a  consideration  of  the  personal  fac- 
tors involved. 

Looking  now  at  Mr.  Tupper's  ingenuously 
sly  expression,  Scott  realized  that  in  accept- 
ing that  suggestion  he  had  actually  been 
accepting  a  challenge.  Miss  Novick  was 
Mr.  Tupper's  horse  in  the  race.  Scott 
looked  at  the  old  man 

speculatively  for  a  mo-   

meat  before  replying. 
"I  may  have  her  guess- 
ing." he  said,  "but  I 
didn't  make  much 
headway  otherwise. 
She  didn't  budge  an 
inch." 

Mr.  Tupper  nodded 
in  amused  agreement. 
"No,"  he  admitted 
brightly,  "she  didn't. 
You  didn't  get  very 

far,  I'll  admit."  The   

gray  eyes  twinkled  ma- 
liciously. Scott  returned  the  old  man's  stare 
evenly. 

"I  intend  to  work  on  it,"  he  announced 
quietly. 

Mr.  Tupper  looked  at  him  solemnly.  "I 
think  you'll  rind  that's  a  pretty  good  book  I 
gave  you,"  he  said. 

Scott  returned  to  his  office  by  way  of  the 
stenographic  department.  Miss  Novick  was 
alone  at  her  desk.  She  stopped  typing  and 
looked  up  in  mild  surprise  when  Scott  ap- 
proached. 

"I  just  spoke  to  Mr.  Tupper,"  Scott  said. 
"He  tells  me  you  agreed  to  give  my  brain 
child  a  whirl.  Thanks." 

Miss  Novick's  eyes  narrowed  bleakly. 
"Don't  mention  it,"  she  snapped.  "How 
long  do  you  want  us  to  annoy  everybody?" 

Scott  smiled  good-naturedly.  "Oh,  about 
a  month,"  he  replied.  "Then,  if  I'm  wrong, 
we  can  forget  about  it.  In  the  meantime,  if 
you  think  of  anything,  let  me  know." 

Miss  Novick  looked  at  him  coolly.  "  I  can 
think  of  something  right  now,"  she  said.  "I 
don't  think  you'd  care  to  hear  it." 

Scott  grinned  at  her  and  then  quickly  in- 
ventoried her  appearance.  It  struck  him  that 
he  had  not  noticed  her  wearing  that  particu- 
lar dress  before.  "By  the  way,"  he  said, 
"that's  a  nice-looking  outfit  you've  got  on." 
He  did  not  wait  to  savor  her  open-mouthed 
surprise. 

Back  in  his  office,  he  took  out  How  to  Get 
Along  With  Everybody  and  turned  to  the 
section  on  women.  He  was  surprised  to  find 
that  the  broad  statements  of  the  book  did  not 
seem  so  naive  as  they  had  before.  He  took 
the  book  home  with  him  that  evening. 

In  the  morning  he  put  in  a  call  for  a  stenog- 
rapher and  timed  the  result.  Eighteen  min- 
utes later,  a  two-minute  improvement  on 
par,  his  usual  aflliction,  Mrs.  Johnson,  a 
stout,  voluble  incompetent,  appeared.  Hut 
when  he  made  the  rounds  of  the  offices  later 
in  the  morning,  the  stares  from  some  of  the 
junior  executives  seemed  icier  than  us'ial.  <«> 


^  In  192.'$  Ernest  Beaux  created  the 
y  soenl  now  known  as  t  lianel  No. 
5.  Gahrielle  Chanel,  a  famous  dress 
designer,  hail  asked  Beaux  to  pro- 
duee  some  new  perfumes  for  a  group 
of  summer  dresses*  Several  perfumes 
Mere  made  up.  but  the  one  that  ap- 
pealed must  to  Mile.  Chanel  »>as  the 
one  she  called  No.  5,  because  her 
dress  show  opened  on  the  fifth  of 
Ma;  that  year. 

—DAVID  T.  ARMSTRONG. 


Scott  surmised  that  at  least  part  of  his  plan 
had  been  put  into  effect. 

At  12:30,  hat  in  hand,  he  stepped  into  the 
steno  department.  Miss  Novick  was  just 
getting  into  her  coat.  Scott  smiled  at  her 
boyishly. 

"How  about  lunch?"  he  asked. 

He  waited  for  the  look  of  astonishment  and 
was  not  disappointed.  How  to  Get  Along 
With  Everybody's  section  on  women  had 
told  him  to  expect  several  rebulfs.  But  after 
the  first  moment  of  surprise  he  saw  a  peculiar 
expression  come  into  Miss  Novick's  eyes. 
She  was  looking  at  him  appraisingly,  and  her 
lips  were  forming  themselves  into  a  peculiar 
smile. 

"  I  think  that  would  be  fine,"  she  said  tc 
him  unaccountably. 

On  the  way  to  the  quiet  restaurant  he  hat 
selected.  Miss  Novick  did  not  speak  am 
Scott  occupied  himself  trying  to  analyze  hi 
companion's  rather  too  easy  acquiescence 
He  did  not  underestimate  Miss  Novick' 
ability  to  think  on  her  feet. 

When  they  had  been  seated  Scott  sug 
gested  a  cocktail  and  Miss  Novick  agree 
readily.  But  instead  of  the  usual  Manhattan 
or  Martini,  he  saw  her  consult  the  menu  a: 
then  order  a  Clover  Club.  Idly  his  eye  note  | 
the  price:  SI. 25.  He  wondered  if  he  waso, 
the  right  track. 

"You  know,"  Miss  Novick  said  to  him, ' 
was  late  this  morning  and  had  to  skip  brea 
fast."  Her  eyes  were  on  the  menu.  "  I  thii  I 
I  could  go  for  a  steal  1 

  she  said,  looking  up 

him  brightly. 

Scott  beamed  at  b  II 
So  that  was  it.  "I  t  I 
derstand  their  steaJI 
are  pretty  good."  heal 
plied  easily,  trunkal 
happily  of  Sir.  Ti 
"How  about  a 
monico?  " 

He  saw  her 
quickly  take  in 
menu's  $4.75  listing. 

  "Oh,  could  I?"* 

gushed  ingenuously, 
"As  a  matter  of  fact,"  he  replied,  "I 
I'll  have  one  too." 

W "hen  the  steaks  came  Miss  Novicl 
tacked  hers  with  single-minded  thorough* 
Scott  was  privately  amaaed  at  the  infl 
gruity  of  her  slenderness  and  the  erheien| 
patch  of  the  sizable  order.  There  was  ad! 
ment  of  sportsmanship  to  her  ruthless! 
Scott  found  himself  admiring  the  fact  I 
not  a  single  pea  or  French-fried  potato 
mained  on  her  plate  when  she  looked  uj 
him  to  announce  that  she  thought  she  wv 
like  to  have  some  strawberry  shortcake 
dessert. 

"You  must  be  a  mind  reader,"  he  ass 
her  blandly. 

He  thought  he  could  see  the  beginnini  ^ 
a  note  of  concern  in  her  expression.  St 
berry  shortcake  was  quoted  at  a  dainty  $i 

When,  after  watching  the  last  strawb^ 
disappear  from  his  companion's  plate, 
suggested  the  final  touch  of  a  B  &  B,  he 
see  her  hesitate  briefly.  But  then,  a 
looked  at  him,  he  could  see  her  expi 
tighten  impersonally. 

"All  right  "  she  accepted  evenly. 

Scott  himself  passed  up  the  liqueur 
ordered  a  cigar.  The  waiter  stood  bf 
pressively  to  furnish  a  light  and  ScoO] 
back  expansively  while  Miss  Novick  si 
her  cordial. 

"They  charge  a  dollar  here  for  this 
he  said  to  her  smugly.  "And  you  can  bu| 
a  cigar  store  for  fifty  cents."  He  sighed 
fortably.  "But  after  that  lunch,  it  seas 
be  worth  the  difference."  Miss  Novick 
pression  remained  inscrutable. 

They  faced  each  other  when  they  f 
the  elevator  at  their  ll<x)r. 

"Tomorrow?"  Scott  asked. 

Miss  Novick  shrugged  and  turn 
without  replying. 

"  I'll  drop  by,  anyway,"  Scott  called 
her. 

Back  in  his  own  office,  with  considi 
enthusiasm  he  wrote  up  a  detailed  « 
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Scott  handed  him  the  memo  without  pre- 
amble. Mr.  Tupper  took  it  from  him  and 
studied  it  quietly. 

"  She  has  a  very  good  appetite,''  Scott  ex- 
plained significantly. 

Mr.  Tupper  had  said  nothing  about  taking 
his  employees  out  to  lunch,  and  privately 
Scott  wondered  what  the  old  boy  thought 
of  an  eighteen-dollar  lunch  tab.  But  Mr. 
Tupper  looked  up  at  Scott  genially  and 
nodded  his  head. 

"  I  consider  this  a  very  sound  investment," 
he  announced.  He  put  Scott's  memo  down 
and  reached  in  his  pocket  for  his  wallet.  He 
counted  out  three  fives  and  three  singles  and 
handed  them  to  Scott,  who  accepted  them 
gravely.  Mr.  Tupper  winked  expressively. 
"Might  be  best  not  to  go  through  channels 
on  this  item,  eh?" 

Scott  nodded  in  somber  agreement.  For  a 
moment  he  stared  at  the  old  man  as  if  to 
force  a  further  statement  from  him,  but  the 
latter  stared  back  at  him  impassively. 

"  Was  there  anything  else  on  your  mind?  " 
Mr.  Tupper  asked  finally,  and  Scott  had  to 
admit  there  wasn't. 

The  rest  of  the  day  passed  uneventfully 
and  the  following  morning  Scott  put  in  his 
usual  call  for  a  stenographer.  It  took  only  ten 
minutes  for  one  of  the  newer,  younger  and 
more  competent  girls  to  appear.  Scott 
greeted  her  warmly. 

"  Is  Mrs.  Johnson  sick  ?"  he  asked  pointedly. 

"Oh,  no,"  the  girl  replied.  Her  accompany- 
ing smile  acknowledged  her  awareness  of  his 
thrust. 

On  his  morning  round  of  the  offices  Scott 
imagined  he  could  detect  a  new  note  in  some 
of  the  stares.  Some  of  the  younger  girls  were 
looking  at  him  as  if  he  were  almost  human. 
Apparently  it  hadn't  taken  long  for  news  of 
his  lunch  with  Miss  Novick  to  get  around 

But  at  12:30,  when  he  again  invaded  the 
stenographic  department,  Scott  saw  Miss 
Novick  bent  over  her  desk  in  an  attitude  of 
intense  concentration  and  knew  he  was  in  for 
at  least  a  temporary  setback. 

"Oh,  I'm  so  sorry,"  Miss  Novick  said, 
raising  a  politely  expressionless  face.  "I  have 
to  get  this  work  out  right  away.  I'm  afraid 
I'll  have  to  wait  until  later  to  snatch  a  sand- 
wich today." 

Scott  nodded  affably.  How  to  Get  Along 
With  Everybody  had  covered  this  point  well. 
"Time  is  on  your  side,"  it  had  told  him. 

"Very  well,"  he  accepted,  grinning  the 
proper  amount  of  casual  disappointment. 
"I'll  be  round  again  tomorrow."  He  could 
see  her  uneasiness  at  his  inability  to  see  any- 
thing significant  in  her  refusal. 

The  following  day  the  same  performance 
was  repeated.  But  Scott  could  see  that  even 
in  the  space  of  twenty-four  hours  he  had 
made  progress.  For  the  first  time  since  he  had 
known  her,  Miss  Novick  didn't  seem  quite 
sure  of  herself.  His  inexplicable  persistence 
had  set  forces  to  work  within  her.  A  Trojan 
horse  had  been  planted  in  the  fortress  of  her 
mind. 

Success  came  on  his  third  attempt. 

"All  right,"  she  finally  acceded  on  Fri- 
day, and  then  added,  "on  condition  it's  the 
Automat."  Scott  was  amazed  to  see  Miss 
Novick  smiling  at  him  almost  shyly.  "I'm 
sorry  about  Tuesday,"  she  said. 

He  grinned  at  her.  "Forget  it,"  he  told 
her.  "I  enjoy  a  good  steak  once  in  a  while 
myself." 

Although  the  Automat  was  crowded, 
Scott  was  conscious  of  a  greater  degree  of 
intimacy  than  in  the  more  secluded  elegance 
of  their  first  restaurant.  Miss  Novick  did  not 
talk  much,  but  somehow  she  seemed  much 
friendlier.  Over  the  coffee  Scott  decided  to 
make  the  next  move. 

"Would  it  be  possible,"  he  said,  "to  see 
you  some  other  time  besides  lunch?"  He 
smiled  at  her.  "  I'm  really  not  at  my  best  un- 
til after  five  o'clock." 

As  he  watched,  Scott  thought  he  could  see 
a  faint  blush  on  Miss  Novick's  face.  She  had 
been  looking  at  him,  but  now  she  dropped 
her  glance  to  the  table.  Scott  decided  the 
rhythm  of  the  moment  was  with  him. 

"I'm  a  pretty  persistent  fellow,  you 
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of  Dry  Skin 

After  25  every  woman  ought  to  use 
her  mirror  with  a  more  critical  eye. 

From  25  on,  the  natural  oil  that 
keeps  skin  soft  and  pliant,  starts  de- 
creasing. Before  40,  skin  may  lose  as 
much  as  20%  of  its  own  softening  oil. 

But  you  can  help  offset  this  drying 
out — by  giving  your  skin  an  oil  es- 
pecially suited  to  its  needs.  You  can 
use  a  dry  skin  cream  that  is  extra 
rich  in  lanolin,  which  is  very  like  the 
oil  of  the  skin  itself— this  special 
cream  is  Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream. 

See  its  effects  on  your  skin.  Work 
it  in  thoroughly  for  night  softening. 
Use  it  lightly  for  a  smooth  look  under 
make-up.  The  rich  cream  brings  skin  a 
fresher,  younger  softness  at  once. 


LADIES'  HO  MR  JOURNAL 


Miss  Novick  looked  up.  "All  right,"  she 
said.  Her  voice  was  barely  audible. 

Scott  considered  rapidly.  "Tomorrow? 
he  asked. 

Silently  Miss  Novick  nodded. 

Back  at  the  office,  Scott  painstakingly 
made  out  his  memorandum.  When  he  went 
in  Mr.  Tupper  seemed  almost  to  have  been 
waiting  for  him. 

"Saw  you  going  out,"  he  said. 

Scott  handed  him  the  memo  with  an  air 
which  seemed  to  apologize  for  the  negligible 
amount.  "She  insisted  on  the  automat,"  he 
explained. 

"  I  see,"  Mr.  Tupper  said. 

"I'll  have  a  bigger  one  for  you  Monday 
morning,"  Scott  said. 

Mr.  Tupper  was  counting  out  $1.35.  He 
looked  up  at  Scott  interestedly.  "Well,  well  " 
he  said.  "That's  what  I  call  progress."  He 
handed  the  money  to  Scott  and  then  nodded, 
as  if  to  himself.  "Yes,"  he  said,  "I  consider 
this  a  very  good  investment."  His  expression 
became  blank  again  as  he  looked  at  Scott 
questioningly.  "Anything  else?"  he  de- 
manded. 

Scott  shook  his  head  smugly.  Not  at 
present,"  he  admitted. 


Along  yoor  Chin  Line  —  that 
matronly-looking  sagging  starts  to  show. 

To  Tone  Up — Use  thumb  and  first 
finger  of  each  hand  and  "pinch  along" 
from  point  of  chin  to  ear  with  lanolin- 
rich  Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream.  This 
treatment  brings  circulation  up;  gives 
skin  the  rich  lubrication  it  needs. 


Between  your  Eyebrows,  on 
your  Forehead — you  hate  to  see 
those  tiny  "dry  skin"  lines  etch  in. 

To  Smoolh  Mown  — Regularly 
every  night  use  lanolin-rich  Pond's  Dry 
Skin  Cream  to  give  your  dry  skin  the 
oil  it  needs.  Circle  it  on  with  firm,  quick 
little  circles — up  between  eyes,  out  over 
eyebrows  to  your  temples. 

3 teaturems These 3  features  make 
Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream  so  effective: 
1.  It  is  rich  in  lanolin— very  like  the 
skin's  own  oil.  2.  It  is  homogenized 
to  soak  in  better.  3.  It  has  a  softening 
emuldfier,  Get  your  jar  of  this  special, 
rich  cream — today! 

Tiik  Lady  DaPHWE  STRAIGHT  says, 
"I  like  this  rich,  soft  Ponrl's  Dry  Skin 
Cream  better  than  any  other." 

Start  this  truly  remarkable 
correction  of  Dry  Skin  today! 


Frederick  Scott  discovered  a  number  of  in- 
teresting things  Saturday  night.  For  one 
thing,  he  found  that  Miss  Novick  was  a  bet- 
ter dancer  than  he  was,  a  subject  on  which 
he  had  an  open  mind.  And  for  another,  that 
across  a  supper  table  the  same  lines  which 
had  added  up  to  the  sharp,  aggressive  fea- 
tures of  her  office  face  now  summed  up  to  a 
wistfully  humorous  friendliness.  With  her 
defenses  down,  he  reflected,  Miss  Novick  was 
not  at  all  formidable. 

She  lived  in  Queens,  in  a  modest  frame 
house,  and  while  the  taxi  waited  Scott  walked 
with  her  up  the  steps  of  the  porch.  How  to  Get 
Along  With  Everybody  had  taken  the  un- 
orthodox position  that  a  kiss  might  be  haz- 
arded at  any  opportune  moment  so  long  as 
a  casual  manner  was  preserved;  a  good- 
natured  retreat  to  be  made  at  the  slightest 
show  of  resistance. 

But  Scott  encountered  no  resistance  at  all 
when  he  put  his  arms  around  her.  Co-opera- 
tively Miss  Novick  tilted  back  her  head,  and 
when  their  lips  met  Scott  was  inexplicably 
reminded  of  the  strawberries  and  whipped 
cream  he  had  seen  her  demolishing  a  few 
days  before.  He  forgot  all  about  the  book  for 
a  moment  and  his  kiss  became  something 
more  than  casual. 

When  he  released  her  he  said,  "This  has 
been  a  very  pleasant  assignment." 

She  was  looking  up  at  him  wonderingly. 
"You  are  a  very  odd  young  man,"  she  said. 
She  shook  her  head.  "I'm  afraid  I  like  you." 

He  could  see  her  still  standing  by  the  open 
door  when  his  taxi  started. 

The  following  week  went  swimmingly. 
On  Monday  morning  Scott  put  in  his  usual 
call,  and  five  minutes  later  looked  up  to  see  no 
less'  a  person  than  Miss  Novick  herself, 
stenographer's  notebook  demurely  in  hand, 
entering  his  office.  She  smiled  at  him  half 
shyly,  half  teasingly. 

"  I  wasn't  doing  anything,"  she  explained, 
tongue  in  faintly  pink  cheek,  "so  I  thought 
I  might  as  well  answer  your  call  myself.  Do 
you  mind?" 

Scott  smilingly  acknowledged  he  had  no 
objection.  And  at  12:30,  when  he  stopped  by 
the  stenographic  department,  he  found  her 
frankly  waiting  for  him.  Out  on  the  street, 
he  offered  his  arm  to  her  at  the  first  crossing 
and  they  continued  thus  the  four  blocks  to 
the  automat.  Scott  found  the  soft  pressure 
of  her  arm  in  his  quite  pleasant. 

After  lunch  he  presented  his  two  memos  to 
Mr.  Tllpper.  The  latter  made  no  bones  about 
his  curiosity.  He  examined  the  Saturday- 
night  recapitulation  interestedly  and  then 
looked  up  at  Scott  with  a  disapix>intcd  ex- 
pression. 

"What's  this."  hi:  demanded,  "only 
twenty  dollars?  And  last  week  you  spent 
eighteen  on  lunch."  1 U  frowned  disgustedly. 
"What  did  you  do.  eat  chop  suey  all  night?" 

Somewhat  taken  aback.  Scott  shrugged. 
"Couldn't  help  it,"  he  explained.  "Miss 


Novick  took  over  our  itinerary."  Scott  shook 
his  head  reminiscently.  "She  knows  her  way 
around.  We  had  a  very  good  time.  I  was  sur- 
prised myself  at  the  tariff." 

Apparently  mollified  by  Scott's  explana- 
tion, Mr.  Tupper's  expression  reverted  to  its 
blandly  sly  look.  "Making  any  progress?" 
he  demanded. 

Scott  looked  at  him  confidently.  "  I  think 
so,"  he  replied. 

And  indeed  this  seemed  to  be  the  case  on 
more  than  one  front.  His  tentative  accept- 
ance as  a  member  of  the  human  race  by  the 
young  women  of  the  organization  now  ap- 
peared to  have  become  definite.  Coinciden- 
tally,  many  of  the  irritating  little  difficulties 
which  had  invariably  plagued  his  previous 
reforms  now  suddenly  seemed  to  disappear, 
and  things  went  much  smoother  all  along  the 
line.  Even  the  men  appeared  to  be  thawing 
out  a  little.  One  of  the  junior  executives  who 
had  never  spoken  to  him  before  called  him 
Simon  Legree  and  actually  smiled  when  he 
said  it.  Miss  Novick  continued  to  answer  his 
routine  morning  call  for  a  stenographer. 

On  Thursday  morning  when  she  came  in 
Scott  asked  her  bluntly,  "Well,  how  is  the 
new  system  working?" 

Miss  Novick  had  the  grace  to  blush.  She 
blushed  very  prettily,  Scott  admitted  to  him- 
self. "  It  seems  to  be  working  out  fairly  well," 
she  admitted.  "Much  better  than  I  thought. 
There  were  a  few  complaints  at  first,  but  they 
seem  to  be  tapering  off." 

"  And  the  girls?  "  Scott  asked. 


■W  Enrico  Caruso  expected  any  ho- 
^  tel  where  he  stayed  to  supply  as 
many  as  three  mattresses  and  eight- 
een pillows.  He  always  carried  a 
good-luck  penny.  He  never  wore  a 
new  suit  on  a  Friday.  He  was  a  brick- 
layer in  his  younger  days.  He  was  the 
eighteenth  son  of  his  parents;  the 
other  seventeen  died  in  infancy.  His 
father  turned  him  out  of  the  house 
for  trying  to  sing. 


Miss  Novick  looked  at  him  evenly. 
"They're  not  much  of  a  problem,"  she  said, 
"if  you  approach  them  right." 

Friday  afternoon  Mr.  Tupper  admitted 
tacitly  that  Scott's  new  system  for  the 
stenographers  appeared  to  have  won  accept- 
tance,  and  Saturday  night  Scott  spent  a  very 
pleasant  evening  with  Miss  Novick.  He 
kissed  her  several  times  at  the  end  of  the 
evening  and  encountered  no  resistance  to 
speak  of.  Monday  also  fell  into  the  pattern 
of  smooth  progress. 

The  bombshell  exploded  on  Tuesday. 

Scott's  morning  call  was  answered  not  by 
Miss  Novick,  but  by  his  old  and  almost  for- 
gotten affliction,  Mrs.  Johnson,  who  stiffly 
handed  him  a  sealed  envelope. 

"From  Miss  Novick,"  she  announced 
severely. 

With  a  sense  of  foreboding  Scott  waited 
until  he  had  finished  with  Mrs.  Johnson  be- 
fore he  opened  the  envelope.  Inside  he  found 
a  carbon  set  of  official  expense-account  forms. 
On  these  had  been  transcribed  the  various 
items  he  had  given  Mr.  Tupper.  There  were 
two  brief  accompanying  notes.  The  first 
read: 

Fred :  For  your  files.  I  consider  this  to  have 
been  a  very  good  investment.  LWT 

The  second  note  read: 

Mr.  Scott :  Thank  you  for  a  wonderful  time. 

Mahy  Novick 


Scott  did  not  make  the  rounds  of  the  offices 
that  morning,  and  at  12:30  when  he  called  at 
the  Stenographic  department  an  expression- 
less girl  told  him  primly  that  Miss  Novick 
was  out,  that  she  didn't  know  where  she  was, 
and  didn't  know  when  she'd  be  back. 

After  lunch  he  confronted  Mr.  Tupper.  He 
found  the  old  gentleman  apologetic  and 
apparently  frankly  puzzled. 

"  I  only  meant  it  as  a  joke."  he  explained. 
"  I  thought  Mary  would  get  a  big  kick  out  of 
it  when  I  dictated  them  to  her."  Mr.  Tupper 
shook  his  head  in  rueful  amazement.  "Hut 


January,  1950 

she  just  shut  up  like  a  clam.  I  can't.under- 
stand  it."  He  looked  at  Scott  helplessly. 

On  succeeding  mornings  Mrs.  Johnson 
again  answered  Scott's  calls.  And  on  his^ 
morning  tours  the  cordiality  of  the  week  be-* 
fore  seemed  to  have  evaporated.  The  femi- 
nine world  of  Tupper  &  Co.  had  again  rele- 
gated him  to  the  outer  darkness.  The  men 
looked  at  him  as  if  he  had  been  caught  cheat- 
ing at  cards.  Miss  Novick  was  never  around 
at  lunchtime,  and  his  guiltily  halfhearted 
attempts  to  get  her  on  the  phone  both  dur 
ing  and  after  work  were  fruitless. 

He  stood  it  for  four  days. 

On  Friday  afternoon  he  strode  down  to 
the  stenographic  department.  Miss  Novick 
was  at  her  desk.  There  were  four  other  young 
women  in  the  room. 

"If  you  don't  mind,"  Scott  announced 
coldly,  "I  have  something  to  say  to  Miss 
Novick  in  private." 

With  surprising  alacrity  the  four  girls  got 
up  and  left  the  large  room  without  so  much 
as  a  backward  glance,  the  last  one  thought- 
fully closing  the  door  behind  her.  Miss 
Novick  was  staring  up  at  him  quietly.  Scott 
had  to  clear  his  throat  only  once. 
"I  want  you  to  marry  me,"  he  said 
Miss  Novick's  lips  parted  in  astonishment 
Her  eyes  started  to  blink  rapidly.-  But  sh. 
recovered  quickly.  Her  chin  set  in  a  stub 
born  line. 

"Why?"  she  asked.  "Are  you  havin 
trouble  with  your  systems?" 

Scott  nodded  firmly.  "Yes,"  he  said,  "bt 
cause  I'm  having  trouble  with  my  system 
And  because  people  don't  like  me  any  mor< 
And  because  I  can't  sleep  at  night.  And  bt 
cause"— Scott  hesitated— "and  because 
love  you." 

Miss  Novick  winced.  Suddenly  helpless 
she  stared  up  at  Scott  weakly.  "Please,"  sh 
said.  "Don't  say  that." 

"  I  love  you,"  Scott  repeated  firmly. 
How  to  Get  Along  With  Everybody  ha 
stated  that  every  woman  likes  to  be  toJ| 
someone  is  in  love  with  her.  But  Scott  wa 
surprised  to  find  how  easy  it  was  to  repea 
tfie  magic  phrase,  when  the  words  were  one 
past  your  lips. 

"I  love  you,"  he  repeated,  and  watche 
the  almost  visible  impact  of  the  words  o 
Miss  Novick.  She  was  looking  up  at  hin 
apparently  unable  to  move. 

"  Do  you?  "  she  finally  said,  in  a  quaverir 
voice. 

Scott  reached  down  abruptly  and  seia 
her  hand.  "Come  on,"  he  said.  "You  ha' 
something  to  tell  Mr.  Tupper." 

Together  they  ran  down  the  corridor.  M 
Tupper  was  alone  in  his  office.  He  did  n 
seem  surprised  to  see  them.  Scott  waited  I 
Miss  Novick  to  get  her  breath. 

"Mary  is  here  to  tell  you  she  is  resigning 
Scott  announced  matter-of-factly.  He  look 
at  Miss  Novick  and  she  nodded  shyly. 

Mr.  Tupper  leaned  back  in  his  swi 
chair  affably.  "Congratulations,"  he  sa 
"  I  always  thought  Mary  was  too  nice  a  f 
to  be  wasting  her  time  in  an  office." 

Scott  took  a  step  forward.  "I'm  resigm 
too." 

Mr.  Tupper  ignored  him  and  loon 
quietly  at  Miss  Novick.  "Is  he?"  he  ask 
curiously. 

Miss  Novick  shook  her  head  mildly.  N 
she  said.  "He  isn't." 

Mr.  Tupper  nodded  complacently, 
didn't  think  he  was,"  he  said.  He  looked 
Scott.  "We're  just  going  to  change  JJ 
title.  From  now  on  you  are  vice-president 
charge  of  employee  relations."  Mr.  Tup! 
looked  at  Miss  Novick  solemnly.  "  I  uM 
stand  he  is  becoming  quite  popular  with 
personnel  lately.  I  think  he'll  make  a 
morale  builder." 

Miss  Novick  advanced  to  range  her 
alongside  of  Scott.  "Is  that  a  promotk* 
she  asked  Mr.  Tupper  jx)intedly. 

Mr.  Tupper  smiled  appreciatively. '  It 
he  replied.  ,v 

Miss  Novick  smiled  back  at  him,  Ytf 

a  dear."  she  pronounced. 

On  the  way  out  Mr.  Tupper  calKI 
them,  "By  the  way,  Fred  Let  me  havitl 

book  back.  There's  a  couple  of  things  I »[ 

to  read  over  again."  1111 


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103 


LUXURY... 

costs  so  little  f 

Every  woman  knows  that  pure  Irish  Linen  is  indisputably 
the  world's  finest — of  priceless  heirloom  quality  and  im- 
perishable loveliness. 

But  many,  perhaps  you  among  them,  assume  that  Irish 
Linen  is  too  expensive  for  everyday  use.  Actually  the  opposite 
is  true.  Not  only  is  the  price  of  Irish  Linen  much  less  than 
many  suppose,  but  when  its  vastly  longer  wear  is  considered, 
this  noble  textile  is  the  most  economical  of  all! 

JANUARY  WHITE  SALES 
OFFER  REAL  BARGAINS  IN  IRISH  LINENS! 

As  a  thrifty  woman,  it  will  pay  you  handsomely  to  watch 
for  your  favorite  store's  January  White  Sale  offerings  of 
Irish  Linens.  Not  in  the  past  ten  years  have  you  had  an  oppor- 
tunity to  buy  at  such  low,  value-giving  prices! 


IMPORTED  IRISH  LINENS 
AT  BIG  SAVINGS  TO  BE  OFFERED  IN 

JANUARY 
WHITE  SALES! 


•  There'll  be  opportunities  galore  to  buy  lo\el\  Irish  Linen  D.iin.i-k  table 
linens  at  money-saving  prices  at  the  January  \\  bite  Sale-  <>t  stores  in 


your  own  community.  Great  values  await  you  —  watch  for  tli 


I  •  Haven't  you  always  longed  for  the  luxury  of  real  Irish  Linen  sheets  and  pillow- 
, cases?  You  can  buy  them  now  at  reduced  prices  in  the  January  White  Sales. 
jAnd  if  there's  a  wedding  ahead,  what  a  grand  chance  to  fill  trousseau  needs! 


•  January  White  Sales  this  year  will  be  especially  notable  for  most  attractive  values  in 
IRISH  Linen  towels  for  your  bathroom.  Now  is  the  lime  to  stock  up  on  beautiful,  absorb- 
ent towels  that  you'll  bang  proudly  on  your  bathroom  racks  for  years  and  years  to  come. 


,(n". 


f  Real  Irish  Linen  is  ideal  for  kitchen  towels — 
oft,  lint-free,  super-absorbent,  long-lasting.  And 
o  economical  at  January  White  Sales  prices! 


•  Be  sure  to  see  the  gay,  colorful  new  designs  in 
Irish  Linen  luncheon  and  bridge  sets  in  January 
White  Sales.  Combine  luxury  with  true  thrift! 


THE  IRISH  LINEN  GUILD 
1270  Avenue  of  the  Americas,  New  York  20,  N.  1. 


104 


How  to  pat  sunshine  in  ranter  meals  mtk 

Canned  ClmgTeadies  ftom  California, 

Ttehstious&uttm^  ; 


Teajchlbrtyljoaf 

A  sure  success  with  canned  cling  peaches 
2  packages  Lemon  Jell-O* 
teaspoon  salt 
1  cup  hot  canned  cling  peach  syrup 
iy2  cups  drained 
sliced  canned  cling  peaches 
lVfe  cups  hot  grapefruit  juice 
2  tablespoons  chopped  pimiento 
IVi  cups  cottage  cheese 
y2  cup  chopped  celery 
2  tablespoons  chopped  parsley 
V/2  teaspoons  grated  onion 
V£  teaspoon  salt  Salad  greens 


Dissolve  Jell-0  and  y±  teaspoon 
salt  in  hot  syrup  and  fruit  juice. 
Cool  until  slightly  thickened. 
Arrange  peaches  and  pimiento 
in  bottom  of  oiled  9x5x3 -inch 
loaf  pan  and  cover  with  half  the 
Jell-O  mixture.  Chill  until  firm. 
Add  cottage  cheese,  celery,  pars- 
ley, onion  and  }  9  teaspoon  salt 
to  remaining  Jell-O  and  blend. 
Turn  into  pan  over  firm  peach 
layer.  Chill  until  firm.  Unmold 
on  crisp  greens.  Serve  in  slices. 
Makes  8  to  10  servings. 

*  Jel]-0  is  a  Teg.  trademark  of  General  Foods  Corp. 


Bright  way  to  start  the  day  (shown  below): 
Plump  sun-ripe  canned  cling  peaches  for  break- 
fast. Or  for  a  quick  dessert  when  you  invite  guests 
to  "stay  for  dinner."  Lazily  ripened  in  California's 
rich  valleys,  these  luscious  peaches  are  tender 
textured,  golden  color,  brimful  of  just -picked 
flavor.  They  cost  little,  add  much  to  penny-wise 
meals  for  they  make  beautiful  desserts,  salads, 
pies  and  cakes.  "The  most  useful  fruit  of  all!"  say 

good  cooks.  Keep  plenty  handy!  Cling  Peach  Advisory  Board 


Operation — dinner.  First  stop — the  kitchen. 


By  MM  III  \ 

G.  SHOITE1 


"W'*»  are  meat  people" 

JACKIE  and  Bob  have  been  cooking  for  two  for  over  a  year.  It* I 
a  team-up  affair.  Both  work  in  the  city,  commute  a  long  disj 
tance  from  and  to  their  doll-size  house  in  the  suburbs,  both  sharf 
in  the  fun  and  frustration  of  making  a  home  and  keeping  a  job.  Buj 
here — let  Jackie  tell  you  about  it  herself. 

"It  all  began  when  we  were  wed.  The  eating,  that  is.  Since  Octobeil 
1948,  life  has  been  rather  a  hectic  jumble  of  dawn  subway  rides,  9-to- 
careering  for  both  of  us  and  Saturday  dashes  to  the  supermarket. 

"As  can  be  seen  by  my  menus,  we  are  'frozen'  folks.  We  are  aln 
meat  eaters  (carniv.)  and  have  horrible  capacities.  Robert  F.  is  s 
feet  one  and  weighs  185  pounds.  I  am  not  Miss  America — nor,  for  th  I 
matter,  much  of  a  skillet  wielder.  But  we  like  to  eat,  and  luckily  me 
ern  science  has  given  me  the  pressure  cooker,  the  electric  broik 
frozen  foods  and  cream-sauce  bars.  Via  all  these,  plus  some  resourcl 
fulness,  we  achieve  the  semblance  of  dinner,  and  all  in  a  half  hour 
less!  The  meals  are  simple,  yet  they  do  satisfy  big  strapping  spou^j 
and  equally  large,  though  not  so  heavy,  wife.  Unfortunately,  I  ha' 
no  time  for  complicated  gravies,  cakes  and  pies,  but  I  can  whip  up  goi  j 
desserts  from  mixes.  And  so,  to  eat." 


Monthly 
l.fitorvr  Xlvht 

Jackie's  ( lasserole 
Hot  Muffina 

(  mailt'  from  a  rnix) 

Tomato-and-Lettuce  Salad 
Coffee  Ice  Cream 
Coffee 

"Hob's  1  In-  Dagwoodsandwioh  type  •  # 
nothing's  sai  led  in  our  refrigerator, 
lie's  the  ealingesi  man."  Anyway,  il  . 


there  is  any  baked  ham  left  (row* 
Sunda\  dinner.  Monday's  menu  Utj 
ally  stars  a  casserole  Jackie  ma 
with  diced  ham,  vegetables  and 
cheese  sauce. 

JACKIE'S  CASSEROLE 

Dice  enough  cooked  ham  to  muke  II 
<  ii|>m.  If  you  have  a  little  more,  T 

niuch  the  better.  Open  I  ran  whtl 
kernel  corn,  (ail  J/£  green  |>cp|l 
■  nlo  thin  Hlrip*  ami  ehop  a  niedi ' 
Juried  onion.  Smile  10  I  lalileHpt'l 
Imlter  or  BWrguriiic.  Illenil  2  tl 
-|Mi<uin  prepared  lllllHlard  anil  H 'I 


g  ted  cheese  into  1  cup  medium  cream 
See.  You  can  make  the  cream  sauce 
«it  in  the  pan  in  which  you  have 
si  mered  the  pepper  and  onion, 
i  i  ackie  has  never  had  to  learn  to 
0'<e  smooth,  no-lump  cream  sauce — 
■Isn't  want  to  as  long  as  she  can  buy 
■inn-sauce  bars. 

jlix  all  the  vegetables,  ham  and 
eiim  sauce  together.  Reseason  to 
U  e  and  pour  into  casserole.  Sprinkle 
w  i  buttered  cracker  crumbs.  Bake 
2(  25  minutes  in  a  moderately  hot 
fin,  375°F. 

'his  makes  more  than  enough  for 
H  average  appetites,  but  Bob's  isn't 
it  -age.  He  can  usually  polish  off  three 
■iters  of  any  recipe  Jackie  makes 
ends  with  the  words,  "Serves  4." 


Tuesday 
Worth  a  Candle 

Broiled  Steak 

>zen  French-Fried  Potatoes 
(heated) 
Grilled  Tomatoes 

Green  Beans 
Cheese — Crackers 
Coffee 

says  she'd  rather  have  candles 
flowers  on  the  table  than  eat. 
though  she  doesn't  really  mean 
literally,  steak  for  dinner — the 
of  the  week — calls  for  a  little 
fussing  with  the  table.  If  you're 
Jy  feminine,  you'll  agree  there's 
ing  like  soft  candlelight  and  a 
steak  to  put  your  man  in  an 
-special  mood. 


Wednesday 

ompantf  Comtna  Later 

Broiled  Pork  Chops 
Applesauce 
Frozen  Spinach 
Creamed  Onions 
Chocolate  Crackle 
Coffee 


men  wouldn't  be  caught  in  an 
But  any  man  who  wears  one 
agree  with  Bob  that  if  "ydu're 
to  wrestle  with  a  broiler  or  do 
,  you  might  as  well  be  dressed 
part.  Bob  helps  Jackie  with 
m  dinner  and  the  washing  up— 
|  ie  really  likes  to  do  dishes, 
lucky  help  means  a  great  deal, 
ally  if  you  get  home  late  and  are 
people  in  for  the  evening, 
often  serves  chocolate  crackle 
okies  for  an  evening  before- 
home    snack— makes  more 
nough  so  that  she  and  Bob  can 
ome  for  dinner  dessert. 

:hocolate  crackle 

ro,  buy  a  pint  of  ice  cream— 
»  f  you're  having  company,  of 
Spread  out  smoothly  in  freez- 
y  or  trays.  Melt  %  cup  semi- 
:hocolate  bits  (for  each  pint  of 
am)  with  2  tablespoons  hot 
n  top  of  double  boiler,  covering 
1.  Or  use  2  squares  bittersweet 
.« >te  and  no  water,  if  you  prefer 
1  tersweet  flavor.  Stir  smooth, 
st  a  little,  but  don't  let  it  reset, 
nd  spread  over  ice  cream  and 


quickly  transfer  to  freezing  compart- 
ment. Ice  cream  must  be  well  frozen 
and  chocolate  not  too  hot.  Chocolate 
hardens  on  ice  cream.  Serve  plain  or 
on  squares  or  slices  of  spongecake. 


Thursday 
Battlino  u-tth  Bulaem 

Broiled  Meat  Patties 
with  Onions 
Bob's  Potato 
Frozen  Succotash 
Stewed  Tomatoes 
Fruit  Cup  (Jackie) 
Lemon  Smoothie 
and  Fruit  Cup  (Bob) 
Coffee 


Though  Jackie  doesn't  really  have  to 
worry  about  her  figure,  she  thinks 
she  does  and  Jack  Sprats  fairly  regu- 
larly. Bob,  on  the  other  hand,  loves 
gooey  desserts,  potatoes  and  such.  So 
that  he  doesn't  have  to  diet  with  her, 
Jackie  cooks  Bob's  potato  in  the  pres- 
sure saucepan  and  once  or  twice  a 
week  makes  him  a  dessert  other  than 
their  usual  fruit  or  ice  cream.  This 
one  she  calls  Lemon  Smoothie.  It 
would  serve  four,  but  Bob  usually 
finishes  any  that  would  be  left  before 
bedtime.  Even  if  she's  dieting,  Jackie 
says,  she  likes  to  make  things  she 
can't  eat  herself  just  so  she  can  smugly 
pass  them  up. 

LEMON  SMOOTHIE 

Prepare  1  package  lemon-pie  filling 
according  to  directions  on  package. 
Up  to  now  it's  pie  filling — but  wait. 
Cool.  Fold  in  cup  heavy  cream, 
whipped  stiff,  and  a  little  grated  fresh 
lemon  rind.  Chill.  Serve  as  is,  over  or 
under  sliced  orange  or  grapefruit  sec- 
tions. 


Friday 

Horror  Night 

"TOT" 
Green  Salad     Winter  Pears 
Blue  Cheese 
Coffee 

"We,  being  meat  people,  call  Friday 
night  Horror  Night.  When  I  get  to 
Friday,  I  can  never  think  of  what  to 
have.  Most  fish  dishes  leave  us  cold. 
At  times  I've  made  a  very  good  Span- 
ish omelet  and  last  week  my  first 
souffle — and  it  didn't  fall  in.  But 
most  Friday  nights  I  usually  fall  back 
on  a  tuna-fish  concoction  we  like  and 
have  dubbed  TOT — which,  to  the 
uninitiated,  means  tuna  on  toast  with 
a  few  ad-libbed  additions." 

"TOT" 

Drain  one  3^-pound  can  solid-pack 
tuna  fish.  Break  up  in  pieces — but  do 
not  flake  it  fine.  Cook  1  package 
frozen  mixed  carrots  and  peas  in  a 
small  amount  of  water.  Do  not  drain. 
There  should  be  very  little  liquid 
anyway — about  \z  cup.  Add  the  tuna 
and  1  can  condensed  mushroom  soup. 
Mix  all  together  and  heat.  Season,  of 
course,  with  salt  and  pepper,  and  add 
2  teaspoons  Worcestershire  sauce  just 
before  serving.  Serve  on  freshly  made 
toast. 


Its  a  fact/*  | 

CAAfPSEUS  TOMATO  SOUP  \ 
tSAlSO  7WEF//VEST 

7V4M70  S/K/CE 

/ever  tasted.'" 


Just  see  what  this  wonderful  rich 
taste  can  do  for  a  familiar  recipe ! 
For  extra  flavor  and  color,  use 
Campbell's  Tomato  Soup,  just 
as  it  comes  from  the  can: 


Pot  Roast  with  Tomato  Gravy 

V4  cup  flour  Vi  teaspoon  salt 

%  teaspoon  pepper 
3  pounds  chuck  or  other  beef 
2  tablespoons  beef  suet 
2  cans  Campbell's  Tomato  Soup 
6  medium  potatoes 
6  medium  carrots        6  small  onions 

Combine  flour  and  seasonings;  dredge 
meat  in  this  mixture.  Melt  suet  in 
Clip  this  suggestion  for  your  recipe  file 


Dutch  oven  or  large  heavy  pan;  brown 
meat  on  all  sides.  Place  meat  on  rack. 
Add  tomato  soup.  Cover  tightly;  sim- 
mer over  low  heat  for  2  hours  or  until 
meat  is  almost  tender,  turning  occa- 
sionally. Add  vegetables.  Turn  heat 
high  until  steaming,  then  to  low;  con- 
tinue simmering  40  to  50  minutes, 
until  vegetables  are  done.  Makes  6 
generous  servings. 

CAMPBELL'S  IS  TOPS'.  The  finest 
tomato  sauce  you  can  buy  at  any 
price  is  Campbell's  Tomato  Soup 
It's  smooth,  velvety,  delicious! 
Made  to  Campbell's  own  matchless 
recipe  from.lthe  world's  finest 
tomatoes,  table  butter,  seasoning. 
Makes  good  dishes  even  better! 


TOMATO 


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LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


January.  1950 


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r/Mf  miv&/i/ROAsrs/ 


don't  tM/rroR  a  roast, 

Now!  Real  Beef  Gravy 
ready  to  serve ! 

Now  you  can  always  have  real, 
old-fashioned  brown  beef  gravy 
...  Franco- American  Beef  Gravy 
...good  as  home-made! 

No  mixing,  no  stirring.  Just 
open  a  can,  heat  and  serve! 

Grand  with  all  kinds  of  meats, 
potatoes,  hot  biscuits,  leftovers. 

Try  it!  Your  family  will  love  it! 

Franco-American 

BEEF  GRAVY 

•  Adds  taste  and  glamor 
to  economy  foods 

•  Enriches  slim  meals 

•  Livens  up  leftovers 

•  Grand  on  bread  for 
children's  snacks 


HARDWICK 


N  EGA  S  RANGES 


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and  reasonably  priced 


Dept.  L-4  for  name  of  your  nearett  dealer 
HARDWICK  STOVE  CO.,  CLEVELAND,  TENN. 

Mokert  of  Fin*  Stovei  since  1879 


FIRESIDE  SUPPER 

(Continued  from  Page  59) 


But  nowadays,  except  in  country  places, 
we  must  get  our  apples  by  the  dozen  or 
less.  Fancy!  And  having  got  them  we  can 
have  those  apple  turnovers  and  that  Brown 
Betty  that  Pop  is  always  yearning  for.  And 
we  can  get  together  on  apple  dumplings 
and  pandowdy.  But  these  are  frivolous 
things  compared  with  the  incomparable 
goodness  of  apples  with  good  well-seasoned 
sausage. 

SAUSAGE  APPLES 

Shape  1  pound  pork  sausage  into  halls. 
There  will  be  9,  golf-ball  size.  Fry  the  sausage 
until  brown.  Strain  the  drippings.  Cut  a  thick 
slice  from  the  tops  of  9  red  cooking  apples. 
Core  them  and  leave  plenty  of  the  best  part 
of  the  apple — that  means  room  to  get  a  sau- 
sage in  each  apple.  Do  not  core  clear  through. 
Put  \y<i  cups  sugar,  J/jj  cup  w  ater,  l/i  cup  sau- 
sage fat  and  just  a  drop  or  two  of  red  vegeta- 
ble coloring  in  a  frying  pan.  Cook  until  the 
sugar  is  dissolved.  Add  the  apples  lo  the  sirup 
and  cook  until  the  apples  are  glazed  but  not 
yet  quite  tender.  Turn  pretty  often.  Put  the 
apples  in  a  shallow  pan.  Pour  a  little  of  the 
glaze  over  them.  Put  a  sausage  in  the  center 
of  each  apple.  Bake  in  a  moderate  oven, 
350°  F.,  20  minutes,  before  serving.  You  can 
fix  the  whole  works  early — hake  when  you're 
set. 

Handsome  is  ami  does.  And  that  ap- 
plies to  the  dessert  you  have  been  admiring  in 
the  picture.  It's  just  as  delicious  as  it  looks, 
and  that's  plenty.  Try  it  and  see  for  your- 
selves. 


PEACHES  WITH  COCONUT  MERINGUES 

Drain  the  sirup  from  2  No.  2Yz  cans  of 
peaches.  Heat  the  sirup  to  boiling  and  add  1 
tablespoon  almond  extract  and  2  tablespoons 
lemon  juice.  Add  the  fruil  while  the  sirup  is 
hot.  Cool— then  chill  in  the  refrigerator.  Just 
before  serving,  put  into  a  glass  bowl.  Cover 
with  the  poached  coconut  meringues.  And 
here's  how  they  come  to  be: 
Coconut  Meringues:  Add  lA  teaspoon  salt 
lo  3  egg  whites.  Beat  until  stiff  but  not  dry  . 
Add  6  tablespoons  sugar,  a  tablespoon  at  a 
time,  beating  after  each  addition.  Blend  in 
\2  teaspoon  almond  aud  l/2  teaspoon  vanilla 
extract.  Put  water  Yi  inch  deep  in  a  large 
frying  pan.  It's  plenty  of  surface  and  a  tight- 
fitting  lid  you  need  here.  Bring  water  to  boil. 
Turn  heat  to  simmer.  Drop  meringue  by- 
large  spoonfuls  into  the  boiling  water.  Cook 
2  minutes,  uncovered.  Turn  meringues  over 
with  a  slotted  spoon.  Cover  the  pan.  Cook  I 
minutes  more.  Lift  out  the  meringues  onto 
absorbent  paper.  Sprinkle  plenty  with  shred- 
ded coconut.  Chill  in  the  refrigerator.  Serve 
on  top  of  the  chilled  peaches.  Serves  (>.  (Best 
to  poach  oidy  half  the  quantity  at  a  time. 
They  need  plenty  of  room  in  the  pan.  Keep 
water  below  boiling  too.  The  meringues  may 
l>e  made  in  the  morning,  put  in  the  refrig- 
erator and  combined  with  peaches  just  before 
serving.) 

Till  we  meet  again.  I  haven't  said  a 
word  about  New  Year  and  all  that.  Not  that 
I  haven't  been  thinking  about  it.  I  have— 
and  much.  And  it's  not  too  late  to  wish  you  a 
Happy  New  Year.  And  lots  of  them. 


IT  WAX  MY  BIRTHDAY 

(Continued  from  Pane  55) 


I  took  a  bite  of  the  sandwich  but  I  couldn't 
seem  to  eat  it.  It  just  kept  rolling  around  in 
my  mouth  and  not  going  down.  I  put  my 
head  down  on  my  arm  on  the  table.  Then  I 
heard  mother  behind  me  walking  softly  and 
I  rubbed  my  eyes  on  my  sleeve. 

Mother  had  some  empty  glasses  on  a  tray 
and  she  smiled  at  me  but  she  looked  terribly 
tired  and  worried. 

"Thanks  for  everything,"  I  said.  "The 
tractor's  swell.  How's  Pud?"  I  said. 

Mother  didn't  answer.  She  went  over  to 
the  sink  and  put  down  the  glasses.  She  put 
some  water  in  the  teakettle  and  put  it  on  the 
stove. 

"Is  Pud  worse?"  I  said. 

"The  doctor's  coming,"  mother  said. 
"We're  waiting  for  the  doctor." 

"He  was  here  last  night,"  I  said. 

"Yes,"  mother  said.  "He's  coming  again. 
Aren't  you  going  to  eat  your  soup?"  mother 
said. 

"Sure,"  I  said.  "It's good.  Is  Pud  awake? 
Can  I  go  up?" 

"I'll  see,"  mother  said.  "  If  he's  awake  you 
can  go  up  for  a  few  minutes." 

When  I  went  in  I  could  see  Pud's  eyes 
open  and  looking  at  me.  His  face  was  white 
and  his  lips  were  bright  red— almost  purple— 
and  his  eyes  were  just  like  two  deep,  dark 
holes. 

"Hi,  Pud,"  I  said,  but  it  scared  me  to  look 
at  him.  There  were  three  freckles  on  his  nose 
that  I  never  knew  he  had  before.  I  guess  he 
was  so  brown  they  never  showed  before  he 
was  sick. 

Pud  said,  "Hi,"  and  it  seemed  to  take  him 
such  a  long  time  to  say  it  and  after  he  said  it 
his  mouth  went  slowly  back  into  just  being 
closed  again. 

"Tell  Pud  about  what  you  did  in  school 
this  morning,"  mother  said.  "Pud's  been 
asleep  and  he's  too  tired  to  talk  much." 

"We  had  fire  drill,"  I  said.  "You  know 
we" — but  I  couldn't  talk  very  good  either — 
"we — march  out,"  I  said,  "without  coats— 
or  anything." 

"  I^ook  what  grandma  sent  Pud,"  mother 
said,  quick.  "He  got  it  this  morning." 

Pud  reached  over  to  the  table  by  his  bed 
but  he  couldn't  seem  to  pick  it  up  and  mother 


helped  him.  It  was  a  box  of  color  pencils.  Not 
just  ordinary  color  pencils — it  was  those 
color  pencils  that  you  can  color  with  and 
then  you  can  paint  over  it  with  water  and  it 
gets  like  you  had  painted  and  it  stays  inside 
the  lines.  They're  really  neat.  They  cost  a 
lot.  We  saw  them  once  at  a  man's  house  who 
is  an  artist  and  Pud  always  wanted  them. 
Every  one  was  sharpened  to  a  point.  Gosh, 
they  were  swell. 

"My  gosh!"  I  said  and  I  could  talk  again, 
just  looking  at  them. 

"There — are — two — blues,"  Pud  said  real 
slow  and  I  knew  what  he  meant.  Blue  is 
Pud's  favorite  color.  "Light,"  Pud  said,  "and 
dark." 

"That's  swell,"  I  said.  "Two  blues." 

If  only  Pud  could  get  well  so  he  could  sit 
up  and  color,  I  was  thinking.  Gosh,  the  swell 
pictures  he  could  make  with  those.  Pud's  a 
neat  artist.  He's  better  than  me.  And  maybe 
he'd  let  me  use  them  too  some.  My  gosh, 
they  were  swell. 

I  heard  Pud  talking  kind  of  low.  "  Birth- 
day," he  said. 

"What?"  I  said. 

"You  mustn't  make  Pud  say  things  twice," 
mother  said.  "He  said,  "Happy  Birthday,'" 
she  said. 

"Thanks,"  I  said. 

"Couldn't— buy— a— present,"  Pud  said. 

"Oh,  that's  okay."  I  said. 

"Haven't  got— anything,"  Pud  said. 
"Only— the  pencils."  He  waited  a  long  time, 
resting.  "You— take— the  pencils,"  he  said 
then.  "Happy  Birthday." 

"Oh,  Pud!"  I  said.  "Oh  Pud,  thanks!"  I 
said. 

Pud  smiled  just  a  little  bit.  "  It's— all— I— 
had,"  Pud  said.  Then  he  shut  his  eyes  and  I 
think  he  went  to  sleep.  I  stood  and  looked  at 
him.  I  le  was  blue  around  his  eyes  and  around 
his  mouth  too. 

I  tiptoed,  out.  The  pencils  felt  terribly 
heavy  for  me  to  carry.  They  felt  like  they 
were  burning  my  hand  and  I  changed  them 
to  the  other  hand. 

Mother  was  right  behind  me.  We  went  in 
her  room  and  she  called  the  doctor's  office  on 
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,"  mother  said.  "He's  on  his  way." 
put  her  face  in  her  hands  and  took  a 
.th. 

;her,"  I  said  and  I  really  hated  to  say 
se  as  long  as  you  don't  say  a  thing, 
it  isn't  true.  "Is  Pud  going  to  get 
[  said.  "Sometime?"  I  said. 
Rod,"  mother  said  and  she  couldn't 
>m  crying  now.  "I  don't  know,"  she 
don't  know  anything.  The  doctor's 

i 

lj  why  doesn't  he  give  him  some  medi- 
make  him  well?"  I  said.  "He  makes 
!"  I  started  to  kind  of  cry  too. 
er  put  her  arm  over  my  shoulder. 
;s,"  she  said.  "He  does  everything  he 
iow  to  do.  Everything  anyone  knows 
||lo.  But  sometimes,  Rod,  if  God  wants 

ijoy  "  Mother  didn't  go  on  talk- 

1: 1  knew  what  she  was  going  to  say. 
5  such  a  swell  kid,  anyone  would  want 
ive  with  them,  even  God. 
her,"  I  said,  "do  I  have  to  go  to 
I  don't  feel  very  good.  Can't  I  lie 

lat's  what  you  want,"  mother  said, 
ur  birthday." 

down  in  mother's  room  and  she  put 
an  over  me  and  pulled  down  the 


to  go  along  with  Pud.  But  only  part 
jvas  sure  surprised  to  see  how  it  was. 
eets  weren't 
it  all  like  Old 
3rown  said, 
were  just 
not  paved, 
.e  roads.  They 
i  in  them  and 
at  the  edges 
rowing  and 
as  a  creek  to 
he  stones  in 
n  Pud  threw 
le  he  made  it 
times  in  the 
ud'sbeen  try- 
all  his  life 
rer  made  it 
Hn  once. 
Ml,"  I  said, 
fefliid  you  learn 

■ 

Ijon't  know," 
Hi.  "Maybe  it 
■accident."  But  he  tried  and  he  did  it 
af  Well,  what  do  you  know?  "  Pud  said 
■pped  walking.  He  was  thinking  about 
Ru  he  took  a  run  down  the  road  and 
fla  perfect  cart  wheel.  It  was  neat. 
I  wen  practicing  and  practicing  to  do 

I  Try  it,"  Pud  said,  so  I  did  and  my 
l,  ould  do  it !  But  I  was  a  little  wobbly. 

I I  feet,  like  Pud.  It  was  sure  funny. 
Jt  alked  along  and  it  was  sure  a  nice 
§4  here  were  some  ants  marching  and 
t<  <ed  to  watch  them  and  they  marched 
I  1  forth,  not  in  a  straight  line,  and  I 


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walked  in  it,  it  got  all  stirred  up  like  coffee 
with  cream. 

This  elephant  came  up  and  took  a  drink 
and  the  water  was  all  gone  and  Pud  said, 
"Hey!"  and  the  elephant  said,  "Excuse  me, 
excuse  me,  I  didn't  notice  you  were  using 
the  water." 

"Oh,  that's  O.K.,"  Pud  said  and  he  smiled, 
and  I  thought  I  ought  to  practice  so  I  could 
smile  like  Pud.  When  Pud  smiled,  it  made 
everyone  feel  good. 

The  elephant  looked  surprised  at  Pud. 
"Wait,"  he  said.  "I'll  fill  her  up  again."  He 
ran  off  down  te  the  creek  and  got  his  trunk 
full  and  came  back.  He  filled  up  the  puddle 
again.  Even  the  creamy  mud  came  back  not 
stirred  up  at  all.  So  we  did  it  all  over  again. 

"Let's  go,"  Pud  said  then.  "It's  impor- 
tant." 

So  we  did.  By  the  side  of  the  road  as  we 
went  along  there  were  all  .these  flowers. 
Tulips,  red  ones,  and  lilies  of  the  valley  and 
jonquils  and  hyacinths.  Father  taught  us,  so 
we  know  the  names  of  flowers.  It  smelled 
like  heaven. 

"It  smells  like  heaven,"  I  said. 

"Of  course,"  Pud  said. 

What  I  always  wanted  to  do  was  lie  down 
in  flowers  but  father  never  lets  us.  He  says 
it  would  only  crush  the  flowers  and  not  feel 
good  anyway.  "I  always  wanted  to  try  it 
anyway,"  I  said,  and  Pud  nodded  his  head. 

"Go   ahead,"  he 


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When  you  and  I  to  death  are  come, 
I  shall  speak  out,  who  now  am  dumb. 
My  un walled  veins  (frustrate  before) 
Into  your  body's  deeps  shall  pour; 
My  ashy  substance,  freed  from  flesh, 
Shall  sift  beneath  your  beauty's  mesh, 
Till  all  my  strength  lies  down  un- 
furled 

Under  the  long  limbs  of  the  world! 


Vhy  in  the  dickens  are  they  doing 
I  and  Pud  said,  "Ants,  why  are  you 
ig  lat?"  and  the  front  one  held  up  his 
t  o  feet  and  they  all  stopped  and  he 
,  l  wedding." 

'It  a  wedding,  that's  why,"  Pud  said. 
VI 1,  let's  stay  and  watch  it,"  I  said. 
N  today,"  Pud  said.  "They'll  have  an- 
I  ie  someday;  then  I  will.  I  can't  wait 
■  re  got  to  find  him." 
Vn?"  I  said. 

Y  know,"  Pud  said.  "The  boy." 

01''  I  said,  but  I  couldn't  think  what 
^ated  to  ask.  "Why?"  I  said. 

Bause  he'll  know  how,"  Pud  said. 

d 's  important." 
*tjw  it  was  important. 
'  e  roke  some  branches  off  of  trees  and 

di  at  the  dust.  It  made  it  fly  way  up 

I  Is  and  when  it  settled  down  our  shoes 

;  gray. 

£5  take  off  our  shoes,"  I  said,  so  we 
■     the  dust  was  cool  and  wonderful  and 
>  walk  in. 

B  puddles  are  even  better,"  Pud  said, 
1  re  there  was  a  puddle  right  in  the 
d  }f  the  road.  It  was  a  nice  clear  puddle 
0  jamy  mud  at  the  edges  and  when  you 


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said, 
long." 
"You  too,"  I  said. 
So  we  did.  We  lay 
down.  Father  was 
wrong.  It  felt  wonder- 
ful. It  was  cool  and 
smooth  and  almost 
like  lying  on  water 
and  we  were  light, 
we  didn't  sink  down 
and  it  smelled  like 
heaven.  Just  like 
heaven. 

"Isn't  it  neat?" 
I  said.  "It  smells  like 
heaven,"  and  I  closed 
my  eyes  and  smelled 
a  great  big  smell  and 
the  flowers  rocked  me 
back  and  forth.  It  was 
like  riding  on  wind. 
"Of  course,"  Pud  said.  "Let's  get  going. 
I've  got  to  find  the  boy." 
"Why?"  I  said. 

"To  find  out  how,"  Pud  said.  "He'll  know." 

"How  to  what?"  I  said. 

"How  to  give  it,  I  guess,"  Pud  said.  "I 
haven't  got  very  much  to  give  and  neither 
did  he.  But  look  how  much  they  made  out  of 
it.  Maybe  they  can  make  a  lot  out  of  mine 
too." 

"Yeah,"  I  said,  "sure."  It  sounded  funny. 

We  saw  this  mother  bear  with  two  little 
cubs  and  they  were  playing  in  a  tree  and  the 
mother  was  waiting  down  below.  We  stopped 
and  watched. 

"What  I've  always  wanted,"  Pud  said,  "is 
I've  always  wished  I  had  a  baby  bear  to  hold." 

The  mother  bear  looked  at  Pud  and  smiled. 
"Of  course,"  she  said.  "Who  doesn't?  "  Then 
she  sat  up  and  clapped  her  hands  two  times. 
The  cubs  came  racing  down.  "You  can  each 
hold  one,"  she  said.  So  we  did.  They  kept 
wiggling  and  pulling  at  our  shirts  and  trying 
to  climb  up  on  our  shoulders.  Gosh,  they 
were  cute. 

"Thank  you,"  Pud  said  and  he  held  his  out 
to  the  mother.  "We've  got  to  get  going.  I've 
got  to  find  the  boy." 

"I  haven't  seen  him  today,"  the  mother 
bear  said,  "but  he's  sure  to  be  on  the  road." 

"Come  on,"  Pud  said. 

We  found  some  little  tiny  toads,  no  bigger 
than  half  of  my  thumb.  We  took  some  of 
them  along  with  us  watching  them.  They 
were  certainly  cute.  I  started  to  put  mine 
down  after  a  while  and  one  of  them  said, 
"Hey,  that's  a  long  way  back!" 

"Hey,"  I  said,  "it  talked!" 

"What  did  it  say?"  Pud  said. 

"It  said  it  was  a  long  way  back,"  I  said. 

Pud  looked  around.  "Well,  sure  it  is,"  he 
said.  "They'd  never  find  their  friends.  Come 


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on.  We'll  have  to  take  them."  So  we  ran  back 
till  we  saw  the  others  waiting.  "Sorry,"  Pud 
said  when  he  put  his  down.  "Have  fun  now. 
We  better  hurry,"  he  said.  "You  don't  get 
to  go  only  part  way  and  we  better  find  the 
boy.  You  can  help  me  ask  him  how." 

We  ran  for  a  ways.  Then  I  couldn't  stand 
it  any  longer.  I  slowed  down.  "Who  is  the 
boy?"  I  said. 

"  I  don't  know  his  name,"  Pud  said.  "The 
one  with  the  lunch." 

"Are  you  hungry?"  I  said. 
"Not  yet,"  Pud  said. 
"Do  you  want  his  lunch?"  I  said. 
Pud  laughed.  "No,"  he  said.  "I  want  to 
ask  him  how." 
"To  what?"  I  said. 
"To  give  it,"  Pud  said. 
And  then  Pud  was  very  sober-looking  and 
he  slowed  way  down. 

"Maybe  I  haven't  even  got  enough,"  he 
said.  "  I  haven't  got  much.  He  had  the  lunch 
anyway.  I  haven't  even  got  that." 
"What  lunch?"  I  said. 
"The  two  fishes  and  the  five  barley  loaves," 
Pud  said.  "They  were  just  little  loaves,  like 
buns,  you  know.  His  mother  packed  it  for 
him  that  morning  and  it  was  all  he  had,  but 
ook  what  He  made  out  of  it.  I  think  it  was 
jecause  of  how  he  gave  it.  Maybe  if  I  give  it 
ght  He  can  make  a  lot  out  of  mine  too," 
ud  said. 

"What  have  you  got  to  give?"  I  said. 
Pud  stopped  walking  altogether.  "Ah,"  he 
said,  "I  don't  know.  I  guess  I  haven't  got 
anything,  have  I?  But  mother  said  I  was  a 
good  boy.  I  have  that."  Pud  said.  He  started 
to  cry. 

"My  gosh,"  I  said.  "That's  a  lot.  And 
you've  got  that  smile.  You've  still  got  it, 
haven't  you?" 

Pud  smiled.  "Sure,"  he  said. 
"That's  a  lot,"  I  said.  "That's  more  than 
the  lunch." 

"You  couldn't  make  it  do  for  five  thou- 
sand people,  could  you?"  Pud  said. 

"He  could,"  I  said.  "Of  course  He  could. 
Why,  I  think  even  you  could,  without  Him. 
Don't  you  worry,  Pud,"  I  said.  "That  smile 
is  a  lot.  I'm  going  to  practice  up  and  see  if  I 
can  get  it." 

"It's  the  way  you  give  it  though,"  Pud 
said.  "I'm  sure  it  is.  That's  why  I  wanted  to 
find  the  boy.  It  was  the  way  he  gave  it,  I 
betcha,  that  made  it  so  much." 

"Sure,"  I  said.  "Maybe  it  is,  but  you  can 
run  rings  around  the  boy  on  that,"  I  said. 
"You  know  how  to  give  it.  Pud,  you  sure 
do,"  I  said.  "Why,  I  bet  He  can  make  it  do 
for  five  million  people." 

A  couple  of  horses  came  down  the  road. 
They  were  those  beautiful  tan  horses,  almost 
golden,  with  wonderful  manes  and  they  said 
to  us,  "Are  you  tired?  You  can  ride." 

"No,"  I  said.  "I'm  not  tired,  but  I'd  sure 
like  to  ride." 

Pud  looked  up  at  the  horse.  He  was  a  little 
scared  to  try,  Pud  was.  "I  always  kind  of 
wanted  a  burro,"  Pud  said  and  he  kind  of 
hung  his  head  down. 

The  horse  on  his  side  laughed.  "Well,  my 
goodness,"  he  said,  "we  have  darling  bur- 
ros," and  in  a  minute  one  came.  So  we  rode 
on  down  the  road,  me  on  this  high  horse  and 
Pud  on  his  little  burro  and  you  know  what  ? 
My  high  horse  was  a  pretty  neat  horse  but 
it  wasn't  like  that  burro.  That  burro  was 
like  it  was  part  of  Pud.  He  was  putting  his 
head  down  along  its  neck  and  they  were  al- 
most the  same  person,  the  burro  and  Pud, 
and  I  knew  the  burro  was  better  than  the 
horse  after  all. 

And  then  we  found  the  boy.  He  was  wait- 
ing for  us  by  the  road. 

'This  is  my  brother,"  Pud  said.  "What  I 
want  to  know  is  how  did  you  do  it,  so  He 
could  make  so  much  out  of  it?" 

"It  was  all  that  I  had,"  the  boy  said.  "I 
gave  everything  that  I  had.  I  gave  it,"  he 
said,  "with  all  my  heart." 

"With  all  your  heart?"  Pud  said. 
"Verily,"  the  boy  said.  "But  what  hast 
thou  to  give?" 
Pud  hung  his  head. 

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think  it's  so  much,  but  it  is.  Hi  's  got  a  smile 
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■y.  "And  mother  said  I  was  a  good  boy," 
Id  said. 

IT  Well,"  the  boy  said,  "'tis  not  fishes  and 
lives,  but  it  may  do." 
■'Of  course  it'll  do,"  I  said.  "It's  better 
■in  fishes  and  buns,"  I  said  to  Pud. 
l'*>  we  went  on,  the  boy,  too,  and  pretty 
s  n  there  was  this  sign  that  said  As  Far  as 
■u  Can  Go  and  that  meant  me.  And  then 
|  of  a  sudden  I  knew  I  couldn't  leave  Pud. 
fnildn't  go  back  alone.  I  had  to  have  Pud 
mh  me.  I  couldn't  go  on  practicing  cart 
*!els  and  skipping  stones  alone.  I  couldn't 
4le  in  puddles  all  alone,  I  had  to  have  Pud. 
1 1  can't  go  alone,  Pud,"  I  said.  "Please 
die  back  with  me.  You've  gotta,  Pud,"  I 
9...  "You've  just  gotta." 
I'ud  looked  at  the  boy  but  the  boy  just 
■ved  on  a  piece  of  grass  and  stood  and 
■ted  like  it  was  none  of  his  affair.  "  I  don't 
■k  I  can,"  Pud  said. 
■Don't  you  want  to  come  back?"  I  said. 
ml  guess  so,"  Pud  said. 
■My  gosh,  I'd  be  so  lonesome,  I  couldn't 
■"  I  said.  "Please,  Pud,"  I  said,  "please." 
■id  looked  very  sad.  He  looked  at  the  boy. 
■This,"  the  boy  said,  "is  not  a  stopping 
■e.  We  must  proceed." 
1  y  stomach  got  cold.  In  a  minute  the  boy 
*  Pud  would  go  past  the  sign  and  I'd  be 
■done.  In  a  minute  I  wouldn't  be  able  to 

5ud  back.  And  then  I  thought  of  it. 

'lease,  Pud,"  I  said.  "You  have  to.  It's 

>irthday !" 

lat  made  it  different.  "Oh,"  Pud  said, 
t's  right,  it  is.  Could  you,"  he  said  to 
oy,  "ask  for  me?  Ask  if  I  can  go  back?" 
e  boy  shrugged  his  shoulders.  "  I'll  try  " 
id. 

ell  them  it's  Rod's  birthday,"  Pud  said, 
them  that's  mother's  rule." 
ea,"  the  boy  said  and  he  looked  at  me 
if  funny.  "I'll  try,"  he  said  and  he  went 
id  the  sign. 

e  sure  not  to  forget  about  it's  his  birth- 
Pud  yelled  after  him. 


We  waited.  I  got  down  off  my  horse  and 
went  and  stood  by  Pud's  burro 

r™^'.0?"  To  maps  Wlth  those  color 
pencils,    I  said.  But  Pud  didn't  answer  "I 

forgot  to  tell  you,"  I  said.  "I  got  a  cl  mbing 

actor.  We  can  make  a  farm  out  back.  Tha? 

tractor  will  climb  over  the  terrace  I  bet  "  I 

said.  '  I  tell  you  what,"  I  said,  "you  come 

back  and  I'll  give  you  the  tractor  " 

"Gosh,"  Pud  said. 

thJV!  hY,  birthday"  1  said.  "Remember 
that.  And  I  want  you  to  come  back  ' 
That  ought  to  do  it,"  Pud  said. 


I  00 


Il"?s,reJ1  I™*  ^d  I  was  lying  on 
mother  s  bed  and  the  shades  were  pulled 
down.  I  sat  up.  I  had  the  color  pencils  in  my 
hand  I  put  my  feet  down  on  the  floor  and 
then  I  heard  mother.  She  opened  the  door  a 
crack  and  peeked  in. 

"Mother!"  I  said.  "Where's  Pud?  Did  he 
come  back?" 

"Come  back?"  mother  said.  "Have  you 
been  dreaming?  Rod,"  she  said,  "Pud's  bet- 
ter." And  her  voice  was  all  shakv.  "The  doc- 
tor was  here  and  Pud's  better." 

"How  could  he  be  better  so  quick'  "  I  said 
"I  don't  know,"  mother  said.  "  It  was  odd.' 
But  he  is.  He  s  passed  the  crisis.  He's  better 
He  s  really  better." 

[[Could„l  maybe  see  him?"  I  said. 
"Well,"  mother  said,  "he's  asleep." 
"It's  my  birthday,"  I  said. 
"That's  right,"  mother  said,  like  she 
hadn  t  known  it  before.  "It's  your  birthday  " 
she  said.  "Quiet  then.  Don't  wake  him  "  ' 
I  ran  down  the  stairs  two  at  a  time.  I  got 
the  tractor  out  of  the  kitchen  and  ran  back 
up.  Pud  was  sleeping  all  right.  He  was  really 
sleeping,  like  he  used  to,  breathing  steady 
and  easy  and  I  don't  know  how,  but  that 
blue  was  gbne  from  around  his  mouth  I  put 
the  tractor  on  the  bed  right  beside  him 
Mother  was  right  behind  me. 
' '  He  looks  better,  doesn't  he  ?"  mother  said 
"Of  course  he  does,"  I  said.  "It's  my 
birthday."  the  end 


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house.  No  matter  what  anybody  else  tries  to  do,  a  Nosey- 
Know-It  will  poke  its  nose  in  and  try  to  tell  other  people 
all  about  everything.  This  plumber  has  worked  on  pipes 
tor  twenty  years,  and  this  Nosev-Know-It  has  never  seen 
one  apart  before-but  who  do  von  think  is  telling  lh<- 
other  one  what  to  do?  Right,  you  guessed  it.  The  Nosey- 
Know -It  that  doestrt  reallv  knou  a  thing. 

'were  you  a  NOSfy-KNOkHT  Tms  month? 


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esned  IK  7  S  mi'd  Vet  th°r0,'Sh  'native  that's  nLe 

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.  cannot  cause  griping,  diarrhea  or  discomfort.  So  pleasant  K£ 
even  very  young  babies  take  it  willingly 


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When  your  growing  child  acts  irritable,  out  of  sorts  and  his  pec- 
v.shness  is  due  to  "Childhood  Constipation."  remember  this  Strong 
adult  laxatives...  even  in  reduced  dose...  may  he  too  harsh'  (Jive 
Fletcher's  Castoria.  It's  thorough  and  effective— yet  so  gentle  it 
will  not  upset  sensitive  digestive  systems.  Tastes  so  good  children 
take  it  without  any  struggle.  So  keep  Fletcher's  on  hand  at  all  times 
—it's  made  especially  for  your  children  from  I  month  to  1 5  yeart'l 


The  original  and  genuine 

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Sweetness  and  delight!  A  rich,  creamy  vanilla  icing . . . 
between  two  dainty  chocolate  cookies.  And  HYDROX 

have  a  delicious  distinction ...  a  cool,  fresh  taste 
that  no  other  cookie  offers.  Enjoy  them  often! 


Sunshine 

Jfy  d  rox 

cookies 

THE  ORIGINAL  CREAM-FILLED 
CHOCOLATE  COOKIE 


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by  Margaret  Weymouth  Jackson 

Meet  the  Kibbys,  of  Vermont, 
a  close  family  of  8 . . . 
5  adopted,  all  loved. 

PHOTOGRAPHS    BY    ELLEN  CONRIED 


6  children,  8  grandchildren— the  Kihhy  allium  is  still  growing. 


IN  1914  the  janitor  of  the  school  where  Martha  Gilhert  was  teaching,  in 
Claremont,  Vermont,  brought  a  little  girl  lo  Martha  for  adoption.  Gcraldim- 
Gustafson — Giggie — was  six  years  old.  Her  mother  was  dead.  Her  father  was 
dying  and  w  anted  to  return  to  his  native  Sw  eden.  It  was  his  wish  lo  lea\  e  Giggie 
in  the  United  States.  The  janitor  of  Martha's  school  lived  w  here  ( iiggie  and  her 
lather  were  staving  and  immediately  he  thought  of  Martha. 

"Rut  I  cant  take  a  little  girl,'  Martha  protested.  Tin  tbirlv-seveu  now  ami 
unmarried.  I'vegol  \.unl  Kiii\  and  mv  father  to  look  after." 

Rig  tears  Idled  Giggie's  dark  eves.  The\  spilled  over  onto  her  pinafore.  The 
other  teachers  looked  at  her.  Martha  was  helpless,  r'our  davs  later  she  had 
adoption  papers  and  Giggie  was  hers!  She  savs  now  that  if  she  had  been  nunc 
experienced  the  whole  matter  would  have  been  handled  less  abruptly.  As  it 
was.  a  boj  from  the  rooming  house  brought  Giggie  and  her  luggage  to  Martha's 
on  the  horse  car  and  left  her.  There  was  the  disconsolate  child  with  Martha 
ami  her  Aunt  Kilt\,  .strangers  lo  her.  She  cried.  \l  last  Giggie  mastered  her 
own  tears,  but  she  kept  mopping  her  doll  s  eyes  with  her  bit  of  handkerchief. 
"What's  the  matter  with  your  dolls.  Giggie?"  Martha  asked. 
"She's  so  aw  l  ul  lonesome  in  this  awful  lonesome  bouse."  Giggie  told  her. 
Six  weeks  later  they  went  back  lo  Randolph  ("enter,  Vermont,  to  Martha 
Gilbert's  ow  u  big  old  New  England  home,  to  Sta) .  It  was  late  w  inter  with  snow 
on  the  ground.  A  (ire  burned  on  the  hearth  in  the  libra and  there  was  a  small 
rocker  there  lor  Giggie.  With  her  doll  in  her  arms,  Giggie  looked  all  around 
and  sighed. 

"Let's  never  leave  here!"  she  said,  ami  she  scarcely  left  the  place  until 
she  went  oil  to  college  at  eighteen. 

Giggie  savs  now  thai  it  seemed  always  lo  be  winter  when  she  was  a  child  in 
the  big  house.  She  remembers  snow  and  skis  anil  sleds  and  roaring  fires,  low- 
hung  slat  s  up  on  I  be  mountain  w  here  Randolph  Center  is  strung  along  the  road. 

Martha  s  lather  was  one  of  the  few  well-known  Democrats  in  \  ermont,  and 
he  was  able  to  get  the  post  office  for  Martha.  Martha  bought  a  small  frame 


HOW  A  .%l  Kill  4  A  1.1%  US 


1  12 

★     HOW  AMERICA  LIVES  * 


Kibbys'  floor  is  never  locked,  hall  is  generall)  fragranl  with  the  smell  of  baking  bread  or  cookies  and  often  cluttered 
with  coals  and  snow  boots;  "It  alwaj  s  seemed  to  l>e  winter,"  adopted  daughter  "Giggie"  says  of  her  Vermont  childhood. 


"Money  was  a  problem,  but  we  had  the  important  things." 


Traditional  New  England  at  its  best  is  the 
sturdy,  century-old  Kihbv  house  of  16  rooms. 


house  for  $150  and  moved  it  onto  the 
back  of  the  property.  This  became  the 
Randolph  Center  post  office.  While 
Martha  was  postmistress  there  for  32  years 
it  was  always  attractive,  with  the  plate 
rail  with  antique  dishes  on  it,  flowering 
plants,  white  curtains  at  the  windows. 
In  the  big  house  then  were  Martha,  her  father,  Aunt  Kitty  Wey- 
mouth, Giggie  and,  a  little  later,  Dot  David,  a  widow  whom  Martha 
had  met  when  she  spent  a  year  in  her  clergyman  brother's  parish.  All 
these  were  at  that  time  mainly  dependent  on  Martha.  Aunt  Kitty 
took  care  of  Giggie.  Dot  David  lived  in  Martha's  house  for  many  years 
and  raised  her  own  children  there.  Martha  says  with  pride.  "I  never 
paid  Dot  David  a  penny  and  she  never  paid  me  a  penny.''  Dot  David 
sewed  for  her  own  living,  sewed  also  for  Martha's  family,  helped  with 
the  work  and  the  children,  paid  her  way  in  other  ways  than  with  money. 


Martha  worked  in  the  post  office  eight  hours  a  day,  but  then  and 
aluavs  she  went  back  and  forth  between  the  post  office  and  the  house 
constantly.  Between  mails  she  would  hurry  into  the  house  to  look  after 
something,  watching  always  out  the  windows  lest  someone  come  for 
mail  and  stamps  at  odd  moments.  The  passageway  between  the  house 
and  post  office,  through  woodshed  and  outbuildings,  was  always  well 
beaten,  and  the  juncture  of  the  two  places  made  Martha's  presence  in 
both  seem  sometimes  almost  simultaneous. 

For  years  Martha  had  been  away  from  home  teaching  in  the  winter: 
at  home,  with  summer  boarders,  during  school  vacation.  Now  she  was 
at  home  the  year  around  and  she  became  acquainted  with  the  teachers 
at  the  Vermont  State  School  of  Agriculture,  whose  yellow  buildings 
and  green  fields  lie  directly  across  the  road  from  Martha's  house.  One 
of  these  teachers  was  Edward  Farnham  Kibby,  who  taught  animal 
husbandry  and  manual  training.  His  home  was  Brookfield,  Vermont. 
Ed  Kibby  w  as  educated  at  the  University  of  Vermont,  where  he  played 


Youngest  of  5  Kibby  foster  children,  Edward  Jr.  ("Babe")  managed  a  Christmas 
furlough  from  his  Alaska  Army  post,  found  that  sleeping  late  was  one  of  the  joys  of 
coming  home.  He  once  drove  500-mile  round  trip  "just  to  be  home,  Christmas  Eve." 


'One  place  that  doesn  t  change."  \i  home.  "Babe"  made  the  rounds,  talking  to  old  friends. 
"A  great  reader  and  a  quick  student."  Babe  chose  military  school  rather  than  college,  en- 
listed in  the  Army  at  18.  The  Kibbys  made  their  $4000  yearly  income  cover  college  for  5. 


"Retire?"  Martha  said  in  1947  when,  a  brisk  70,  she  gave  up  her  32-year 
job  as  postmistress.  "Nonsense!"  She's  busy  as  ever.  "A  parent's  job  has  only 
begun  when  children  marry.  Then  you  have  twice  as  many  to  look  after." 


Retired  teacher  Ed  Kibby  works  at  cabinetmaking,  papering  the  16-room  house,  "sugaring 
off"  maple  trees  on  three  wood  lots.  A  true  football  fan,  he  often  drives  to  Boston  for  a  game; 
is  that  rare  thing  in  strongly  Republican  Vermont — an  active  Democrat,  as  was  Martha's  father. 


baseball,  and  afterward  at  Cornell.  He  was  thirty-five,  handsome  and 
attractive.  And  most  decidedly  a  bachelor.  He  was  greatly  interested 
in  Martha's  adoption  of  Giggie.  He  liked  the  way  Martha  handled  the 
little  girl.  He  came  to  like  everything  Martha  did.  He  helped  in  the 
post  office  one  summer,  boarded  in  Martha's  house.  He  realized  that 
she  was  more  than  pretty  and  capable.  She  was  no  ordinary  woman, 
and  loving  her  would  be  no  ordinary  way  of  life.  Her  hair  was  brown, 
her  step  light  and  she  was  always  busy  and  cheerful. 

Martha's  fathen-  was  eighty-four.  He  observed  the  leisurely  court- 
ship of  Martha  and  Ed.  "I  hope  Martha  doesn't  do  anything  hasty," 
Mr.  Gilbert  said.  "I  don't  know  much  about  that  Brookfield  ballplayer!" 


Mr.  Gilbert  died  in  February  of  1916  and  Martha  had  done  nothing 
hasty  up  until  then.  But  the  next  month,  in  March,  Martha  and  Ed 
were  married.  Ed  moved  across  the  road  from  the  school  to  the  big 
house,  and  thus  began  belatedly  his  great  adventure.  But  neither  he 
nor  Martha  dreamed  they  were  to  have  a  child  of  their  own,  adopt  four 
more,  and  live  to  raise  all  six  children  to  adult  status  successfully.  But 
Ed  knew  Martha's  sense  of  life  w  as  almost  unlimited.  He  has  remained 
an  intact  individual  to  this  day  and  he  never  felt  that  anyone  else  who 
loved  Martha  or  needed  her  crowded  him.  He  never  tried  to  limit  her. 

To  Giggie,  life  was  simply  perfect.  She  adored  her  new-found  father 
and  still  does.  Ed  adopted  Giggie  and  had  her  name  changed  to  Kibby. 


The  Kibbys'  dining  table  can  stretch  to  seat  20 — and  often  does  when  the  family  gathers  for 
reunion.  Though  the  roomy  old  house  shelters  only  4  people  now,  22  lived  under  its  roof 
one  winter  and  "nobody  can  even  guess"  the  total  number  of  Kibby  guests  over  the  years. 


Becky  and  Babe  lend  a  hand  with  dinner.  The  Kibbys  made  no  distinction  lie 
tween  their  "born"  daughter  Becky  and  their  foster  children,  no  secret  oi  their 
adoption.  Stories  of  "how  you  came  to  live  with  us"  were  favorite  bedtime  tales. 


"Bless  this  house  99  9  generations  of  Vermont  Kibhys  and  Gilberts  have  helped  to  shape  America,  its  traditions,  its  enduring  faith  in  the  future. 

Vermont's  families  have  a  heritage  of  sturdy  self  reliance. 


In  July  of  1917  Martha  had  a  little  daughter  of  her  own.  She  was 
named  Rebecca  for  Martha  s  sister.  Becky!  She  was  a  beautiful  babv 
with  black  hair  and  blue  eyes.  She  is  still  beautiful  and  shows  in  every 
line  and  gesture  the  richness  of  her  inheritance.  No  distinction  was 
ever  made  between  the  two  little  girls,  \ears  later  a  visiting  classmate 
asked  Ed.  "W  hich  one  is  your  own  daughter?"  "They  are  both  rav 
daughters!*'  Ed  answered  stanchly.  Giggie  overheard  and  has  never 
forgotten  it. 

About  the  time  Becky  learned  to  walk,  the  influenza  epidemic  swept 
the  country.  W  ord  was  brought  to  Martha  about  a  family  named  Vos- 
burgh  over  the  mountains,  at  Shelburne.  The  father  and  mother  had 
died.  There  was  a  large  family  of  children.  The  grandmother  was  try- 
ing to  cope  with  the  little  ones,  including  a  three-month-old  baby  with 
eczema.  Martha  felt  compelled  to  go  to  Shelburne  to  see  about  the 
baby.  She  found  him  very  ill  indeed.  There  was  a  little  boy  who  seemed 
quite  worried  about  the  baby.  He  was  sad  as  no  eight-year-old  should 
be.  Martha,  with  the  grandmother's  consent,  prepared  to  take  the 
baby  home  with  her  to  Handolph  Center.  The  little  fellow  stood  in  the 
middle  of  the  room. 

"The  baby"'-  gone,"  he  whi-pered.  "The  baby'1-  gone." 

Il  w,i-  almo-t  more  than  Martha  -  tender  heart  could  hear,  to  leave 
him  behind.  Bui  another  relative  wanted  him.  Martha  took  the  halo. 


'"When  we  got  back  to  Randolph  Center."  she  remembers,  "there 
was  Ed  waiting  for  us.  Without  a  word  Ed  took  the  baby  into  his  arms 
and  carried  him  home." 

They  named  the  new  baby  Gilbert  for  Martha's  family  and  Vos- 
burgh  for  his  own.  Gilbert  \  osburgh  Kibby.  But  Giggie  and  Becky 
gave  him  a  name  which  has  stayed  with  him  through  the  years. 
"Boy"  they  called  him.  He  cried  incessantly.  Martha  was  a  skillful 
nurse  and  the  whole  household  worked  with  the  new  baby  and  loved 
him.  They  walked  the  floor  with  him,  turn  about.  They  carried  him 
out  of  doors  at  night,  to  divert  him  with  the  stars.  They  cuffed  the 
clawing  little  hands  away  from  his  raw  face.  Little  was  known  then  of 
food  allergies.  But  Martha  began  to  experiment  with  his  food.  She 
ended  by  raising  him  without  milk. 

His  eczema  disappeared!  He  became  a  beautiful  baby.  Boy's  comeli- 
ness is  a  great  satisfaction  to  Martha.  He  grew  and  learned  to  walk  and 
talk.  Giggie  pushed  his  pram  up  and  down  the  road,  with  Boy  swigging 
fruit  juice  from  a  bottle.  Becky  adored  him.  Martha  says  she  was  vain 
of  the  beauty  of  the  three. 

"Every  fall  the  family  went  to  Tunbridge  Fair.  As  Ed'e  relatives 
were  all  Tunbridge  people  ami  would  he  at  the  fair.  Dot  Das  id  and 
I  were  determined  to  have  the  children  with  their  best  clothe-  on. 
Martha  relate-.  "Once  we  took  hlueherr\  ((  •niiinur.i      I'acr  US) 


*    ITO"W  AMERICA  LIVE!  » 


LADIES'  HOME  JOI  RNA1 


yti<0u/L  ttffffflifd  U/&0L  in,  (Win, 


and  then  some ! 


Enough  rich,  tempting,  down- 
on-the-farm  flavor  to  make  even 
country  folks  marvel.  Such  is  the 
sweet  corn  flavor  you're  delighted 
to  find  in  Del  Monte. 


7      m  ^ 


That's  the  advantage;  in  the 
Del  Monti;  name.  Choose  the 
brand  you  trust  for  flavor  in  so 
many  good  foods  —  naturally, 
you'll  get  your  money's  worth  in 
corn  —  and  then  wine! 


Really,  you  should  try 
all  three  delicious  styles 
of  DEL  MONTE  Corn. 


Golden  Whole  Kernel 
Golden  Cream  Style 
White  Cream  Style 


HOT '  N '  HEARTY  SUPPER  SPECIAL 


^UUM  PACKfO  H^HLlH 

JjOLE  KERNEL  |M^t^< 

GOLDEN  CORN 


fi  tbsps  sugdi 
%  cup  hot  water 
3  tbsps.  cinnamon  drops 
1  tsp.  lemon  Juice 


Dash  of  salt 
2  firm,  tart  apples 
I'/a  lbs.  small  pork  sausages 
1  to  2  cans  DEL  MONTE 
Golden  Whole  Kernel  Corn 


Combine  sugar,  water,  cinnamon  drops,  lemon  juice  and  salt 
in  frying  pan.  Place  over  low  heat,  stirring  occasionally,  till 
cinnamon  drops  dissolve.  Peel  and  core  apples;  cut  each  in 
1  slices  (about  y±"  thick).  Add  rings  to  syrup;  cook  slowly, 
turning  and  basting  till  just  tender  (test  with  toothpick). 
Remove  from  syrup  and  keep  hot.  Boil  down  syrup  till 
slightly  thickened,  while  sausages  are  frying  or  broiling. 
Pour  syrup  over  rings;  serve  with  the  sausages  and  hot, 
seasoned  DflMonte  Corn.  Make  milk  gravy  using  sausage 
drippings,  if  desired.  Serves  -1  to  6. 


116 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


January,  105( 


Give  him  Homemade 

APPLE  PIE 

( and put  a  slice  of  cheese  on  it ) 


You  can  make  it... 

quick  and  easy  with  the  new 

Pillsbury 
PIE  CRUST  MIX 


Deep  in  the  boyhood  memory  of 
every  man  is  a  love  for  homemade 
apple  pie  (even  more  so  with  cheese 
on  it) .  Make  it  for  your  man.  Easy, 
simple  with  the  new  Pillsbury  Pie 
Crust  Mix.  You  can't  miss. 


Tender,  "short"  crust 
Rich  flavor  of  fine  shortening 
Templing  brown  color 
Fast — fix  while  oven  heats 
Just  add  watet,  mix,  roll  out 
Sure  results 


BEST  :; 


9  full  ounce* — 

ample  for  a  big,  twO'Crusi  pie. 


Ann  Pillftbury  has  developed  (i  now  pie  (.-runt, 
mix  in  hi-r  kitchen  to  Have  you  lime  in  your 
kitchen,  and  give  you  perfect  nuh    every  lime. 


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Marthu's  cutting  out  plain  doughnuts  for  breakfast.  She  fries 
them  to  a  golden  brown.  They  are  eaten  hot  with  maple  sirup. 


By  MM  I'M  A  G.  SIMM  Ml 

THERE'S  always  been  a  houseful  at  the  Kibbys'.  It's  that  kind  of  house  ami 
the  Kibbys  are  that  kind  of  people.  Twenty-two  at  table  doesn't  faze  Martha  I 
She  can  cope  with  it.  And  what  good  food!  As  Ber,  a  current  guest,  sums  it  upl 
"I've  always  thought  Martha  was  a  real  nice  cook,  but  not  extravagant." 

There's  never  been  much  money — but  even  through  the  leanest  years  Marthl 
always  managed  to  set  a  good  table.  When  the  youngsters  were  small,  the  Kibbys  hal 
their  own  cow  and  chickens.  When  they  didn't  have  a  cow,  they  paid  only  five  cent] 
a  quart  for  milk.  She  bought  a  quarter  of  beef  at  one  time  and  what  she  couldn't  u> 
up.  she  canned.  There  were  always  apples  and  potatoes  and  rows  and  rows  of  rannf 
fruits  and  vegetables  in  the  cellar.  She  bought  bananas  by  the  bunch,  oranges  by  th 
box  and  flour  by  the  barrel.  Their  food  was  simple,  hut  simple  food  can  be  so  veil 
good,  depending  on  who  prepares  it  and  how. 

The  children  still  talk  about  how  good  their  mother's  creamed  dried  beef  used 
be  with  baked  potatoes.  She  simmered  it  in  thick  cream— no  flour  added  for  thicl 
ening— not  expensive  if  you  have  your  own  cow.  It  had  to  be  served  in  a  certain  disl 
Just  before  rushing  it  to  the  table,  she  sliced  a  hard-cooked  egg  over  the  top.  Babe  st 
asks  for  this  dish  whenever  he  comes  home. 

Now  for  some  of  those  good  things  from  a  Vermont  kitchen  where  there's  no  ful 
or  to-do  over  an  extra  guest  or  two  and  where  parsley  grows  in  a  fine  antique  ture 
that  once  belonged  to  the  first  Episcopal  bishop  of  Ohio. 


"/  always  make  something  special for 
breakfast."  Though  there's  always 
plenty  of  her  own  good  bread  in  the 
pantry,  Martha  usually  makes  one  "I  the 
old-time  hoi  breads  lor  breakfast.  Some- 
time*- it's  popo  vers  all  buttery  crust  — 
old-fashioned  graham  gems,  plain  dough- 
nuts or  johnnycake.  "Johiinvake  must 
be  thin  crisp  and  brown  on  both  lop 
and  bottom     to  be  right,"  she  said.  See 

il  it  doean'l  make  your  breakfast  an  event. 


VERMONT  JOHNNYCAKE 

Sift  I  cup  Hour,  I  cup  yellow  corn  meall 
in  Vermont  it"n  got  to  be  yellow — 1  t»r 

spoon  salt,  4  teaspoons  baking  |m.»<,'i 
and  2  tablespoon!  sugar  together.  Marll 
HiiliHlitnleH  brown  sugur  when  she  ihiil 
of  it.  We  thought  of  il  and  liked  il  mil 
better  than  the  one  made  with  plain  siij:I 
Mix  }//  eup  melted  boiler  or  murgarl 
wilh  %  cup  milk  and  I  egg.  beaten.  'I 
intO  COrn-nieal  mixture.  Don't  brut.  J 


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x  it  easy,  so  ingredients  are  barelv 
?nded.  Bake  in  a  greased  9-inch  shallow 
n  25  minutes  in  hot  oven,  425°  F.  It  will 

thin,  golden  brown  and  crispy  on  top 
d  bottom,  as  it  should  be.  Cut  into 
aares  and  serve  hot  with  butter  or  mar- 
ine. "Don't  use  too  small  a  pan," 
irtha  warns — "it  will  be  too  thick 

ough." 

p  here  we  like  plain  doughnuts — 
t  sweet  doughnuts."  And  who 
uldn't  if  you  had  a  saucer  of  first-run- 
:he-sap  maple  sirup  to  dip  or  dunk 
m  in?  Hot,  crisp  and  light  as  a  feather, 
h  just  enough  maple  sirup  soaked  in, 
y  are  a  sweet  delight — particularly  if 
a  sunny,  cold  morning  and  you're 
akfasting  with  the  Kibbys.  You'll  eat 
I'll  bet.  Here's  Martha's  recipe, 
je  you  can  locate  some  maple  sirup. 

MARTHA'S  PLAIN  DOUGHNUTS 

together  a  sifterful  of  flour  (4  cups) 
l  1  teaspoon  salt,  lj^j  teaspoons  bak- 
powder,  1}^  teaspoons  baking  soda 
3  tablespoons  sugar.  Stir  in  2  cups 
termdk  to  form  a  soft  dough.  Martha 
milk  sour  naturally  on  the  back  of  the 
e.  Our  city  milk  is  so  well  pasteurized, 
oesn't  sour  at  will,  ^  e  used  butter- 
..  It  works  better  in  this  recipe  than 
ing  sweet  milk  with  vinegar.  Divide 
ih  into  2  portions.  Place  1  portion  on 
ed  board,  flour  your  hands  and  shape 
long  flattish  roll  as  you  would  French 
d.  Handle  quickly  and  lightly.  Cut  off 
s  of  dough  crosswise.  Twist  deftly 
pinch  ends  together — so  roughly  it 
i  like  a  doughnut.  Martha  does  this 
kly  and  you  will,  too,  after  you've 
ticed  with  one  or  two.  Don't  worry 
t  imperfect  shape.  Let  them  rest  a  few 
teson  the  floured  board  while  you  hea  t 
Jund  shortening  to  300°  F.  This  is  a 
Mr  temperature  than  you  use  to  fry 
,MI  things,  but  it's  just  right,  as  these 
)  hnuts  must  have  a  chance  to  rise  and 
l  up  in  the  fat.  Fry  doughnuts  about  3 
Htes,  then  increase  hea  t  to  325°  F.  Turn 
■■hnuts  and  fry  on  other  side.  They 
Mid  be  golden  brown  with  a  crisp  crust. 
K  hot  with  a  saucer  of  maple  sirup  for 
^person.  Repeat  with  other  half  of  the 
lb.  Martha  makes  this  full  recipe, 
*2  dozen,  as  Ed  likes  them  cold.  We 
I.  If  your  family  is  small,  make  half 
■  ;cipe. 

ili 


When  the  cupboard  was  nearly  bare. 

In  the  process  of  bringing  up  a  big  family 
on  very  little  money,  there  were  alwavs 
times  when  Martha  had  to  do  with  very 
little.  But  they  always  "made  out."  There 
was  always  milk  from  their  own  cow, 
freshly  laid  eggs,  salt  pork  in  the  cellar 
and  flour  in  the  barrel.  She  still  keeps 
her  flour  in  this  same  barrel,  bv  the  way, 
scrubbed  and  polished  by  time,  even 
though  she  now  buys  her  flour  in  smaller 
quantities.  With  these  basic  ingredients 
she  often  made  for  supper  what  she  calls 
egg  batter.  It  was  filling— and  made 
right,  it's  a  good  dish. 

EGG  BATTER 

Cut  }4  pound  salt  pork  into  small  cubes. 
Fry  in  a  10-inch  skillet — anyway,  a  large 
one.  Drain  off  all  but  3  tablespoons  of  the 
fat.  Beat  7  eggs  very  light.  Add  2  table- 
spoons flour,  1  teaspoon  salt,  a  little  pep- 
per and  Vi  cup  milk.  Have  the  fat  hot. 
Pour  in  the  batter.  As  it  cooks,  treat  it 
like  an  omelet,  rather  than  scrambled 
eggs — that  is,  lift  batter  here  and  there 
with  spatula  so  that  uncooked  mixture 
flows  under  the  cooked  portion.  You 
know — you've  done  it  before.  While  the 
batter  still  looks  soft — not  yet  set — cut 
into  pie-shaped  pieces.  Turn  each  piece 
over  quickly  with  pancake  turner.  Cook 
a  minute  or  two  over  direct  heat,  then 
transfer  quickly  to  a  moderate  oven,  pre- 
heated to  350°  F.  Bake  5  minutes.  Serve  at 
once.  As  Martha  says,  "I  give  them  the 
old  Harry  if  they  don't  sit  right  down 
when  it's  ready." 

Don't  fry,  don't  broil — bake.  Her  folks 
in  the  house  at  present — that  is,  Ed, 
Twiddie  and  Ber — all  agree  that  Martha's 
hamburgers  are  better  than  anybody  else's. 
She  seasons  the  hamburger  and  shapes 
into  fat — not  flat — patties,  puts  them  on 
the  broiler  rack  with  a  pan  underneath 
to  catch  the  drippings,  puts  a  big  piece  of 
butter  on  each — "I  flavor  with  butter." 
she  says — and  bakes  them  in  a  hot  oven, 
400°  F.  How  long?  That's  up  to  you  and 
the  way  vou  like  them.  According  to 
Martha,  she  takes  Ber's  out  first,  hers 
and  Twiddie's  next,  and  Ed's  she  leaves 
in  until  it's  like  leather.  There  now.  that 
ought  to  give  you  the  idea.  As  you  like  it! 
(Continued  on  Page  124) 


Though  Martha  does  most  of  the  cooking,  it's  Twiddie  who  keeps 
the  cooky  pan  filled — usually  with  big,  fat.  soft  molasses  cookies. 


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[n  a  sunn)  doorwa)  of  the  old  carriage  house.  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Kihli\  work  ;il  restoring  antiques.  Mi-. 
Kibby  repairs  and  resets  weak  joints,  supplies  miss- 
ing parts  and  makes  pieces  structurally  sound  w  hili 
Mrs.  Kibby  scrapes,  sands  and  polishes  surface! 


This  Kibby  bed  of  the  past  century  has  survived  without  damage.  The  old  varnish  was  removed  and 
the  wood  oiled  and  rubbed  to  a  soft  luster.  Old  beds  may  be  made  of  apple,  walnut,  pine,  maple  or  pear,  all 
of  which  darken  richly  with  age:  need  onlv  oil  and  rubbing  to  bring  out  the  beautv  of  the  natural  woods. 


'Hie  maple  desk  and  chair,  copied  from  museum  pieces,  were  made  by  Mr.  Kibby  from  a 
-lock  of  richly  grained  lumber  hoarded  for  vear-.  Molh  new  and  restored  pieces  were  var- 
nished and  rubbed  down  with  pumice  to  produce  A  high  satin  finish.  The  caning  in  the 
rocker  wa1-  done  at  home,  using  the  traditional  woven-in  method  of  Kibbv  ancestors. 


Old  desks  of  the  Governor  Winthrop  type  blend  with  the  most  distinguished 
background-  when  iheir  finishes  have  been  restored,  This  one  wu  scraped, 
waxed  and  poli-hcd.  Comfortable  walnut  cockers  made  during  and  after 

the  Lincoln  era  are  -lill  favorite    and  need  onlv  to  l»-  oiled  ami  rubbed. 


1 1  «> 


By  HENRIETTA  M  UR  DOCK 

Interior  Decoration  Editor  of  the  Journal 

The  Edward  Kibbys  know  all  the  ins  and  outs  of  repairing  antiques  and  keeping 
them  in  condition.  The  photographs  on  these  pages  show  some  of  the  Kibbys'  own  beau- 
tiful pieces  restored  and  in  use  in  their  own  home. 

Some  antiques  need  only  to  have  their  surfaces  refinished.  Others  must  have  old 
paint  removed  before  the  finishing  is  done.  Most  need  simple  repair  which  can  be  done 
by  a  careful  amateur.  Here  is  the  best  way  to  go  about  each  step: 

Removing  Old  Finishes.  Liquid  paint  remover  does  the  best  job,  but  must  be 
used  in  a  room  where  there  is  no  flame.  Old  paint  softens  soon  after  the  remover  is 
applied  and  then  you  can  begin  work  with  your  scraper.  A  scraper,  in  case  you  do  not 
know,  is  like  a  broad  cut-off  knife,  sharp  at  the  edge  and  fitted  with  a  wood  handle. 
Several  applications  of  remover  may  be  necessary  if  there  are  many  layers  of  old  paint. 

Steel  wool  also  is  effective  in  removing  stubborn  spots  of  paint.  A  piece  of  glass 
makes  a  good  scraper  for  hard-to-get-at  spots.  For  rough  finishes  or  for  top  layers  of 


Pieces  such  as  these  were  in  every  Victorian 
parlor  seventy-five  years  ago.  Made  of  rosewood, 
walnut  or  mahogany,  they  usually  need  re»etting 
of  the  joint?,  sanding  and  a  coat  of  shellac  or  good 
varnish,  well  rubbed  down,  and  fre-h  upholders . 


This  chest  in  the  Kibby  dining  room  was  restored 
by  removing  and  polishing  pulls  and  cleaning 
down  to  the  wood  grain.  It  was  then  repeatedh 
treated  with  linseed  oil  and  hand-rubbed.  The 
Kibbys'  Windsor-type  chairs,  like  the  one- 
shown  in  the  photo,  have  paint  and  varni»h 
removed  and  the  clean  wood  waxed  at  interval-. 


PHOTOS  BY  H AKQLt)  FOWLGR 


Around  this  Early  American 
fireplace  are  grouped  some 
of  the  Kibbys'  oldest  an- 
tiques. The  Windsor  rocker 
at  the  left,  used  by  five  gen- 
erations of  Kibbys,  is  their 
most  treasured  antique, 
left  with  the  original  patina 
of  old  wood  worn  smooth 
and  preserved  with  an  oc- 
casional rubbing  of  wax. 
At  the  right  is  a  Salem 
rocker  newly  restored  by  a 
coat  of  glossy  black  paint 
and  a  re-traced  stencil.  The 
flowing  blue  china  is  part  of 
Mrs.  Kibby's  large  collec- 
tion, and  the  old  brasses 
are  familiar  family  treasure. 
Children's  chairs,  like  the 
one  shown  here,  are  rare. 


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Finishing.  Make  all  surfaces  as  clean 
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If  some  of  the  old  finish  is  to  be  left  on,  wipe 
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tablespoonful  of  liquid  drier.  You  can  add 
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sparingly  with  a  small  clean  cloth  and  make 
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makes  an  excellent  finish,  rich  and  satiny. 
Apply  several  coats  of  wax  at  daily  intervals, 
rubbing  well.  If  the  wood  is  soft  or  too  po- 
rous, treat  first  with  a  coat  of  raw  linseed  oil 
mixed  with  drier. 

It  is  not  advisable  to  varnish  antiques.  If 
a  high  polish  is  desirable,  it  is  better  to  have 
this  done  professionally.  The  process  of 
building  up  layers  of  shellac  or  varnish  in 
dust-free  atmosphere,  rubbing  down  at 
proper  temperatures  and  at  frequent  in- 
tervals, is  a  long  procedure  best  not  under- 
taken by  the  amateur. 


MAX1XE  WALLACE 

(Continued  from  Page  45) 

finished  paying  off — is  a  tiny,  five-room  frame 
house  seven  miles  off  the  main  highway  into 
Corinth,  along  a  rough  dirt  road  which  winds 
its  way  past  other  small  farmhouses,  some 
turned  gray  from  lack  of  paint,  with  the  laun- 
dry on  the  front  porch  the  only  sign  of  color 
and  life,  others  roughly  held  together  shacks 
"here  almost  as  long  as  the  land,"  and  a  few 
new  homes  bright  with  fresh  paint  and 
flowers  in  the  windows — "the  way  ours  will 
look  in  a  few  years,"  Mr.  Wallace  says  reso- 
lutely. In  the  spring  and  summer  the  cotton 
and  corn  are  growing,  and  the  land  looks  alive 
and  fertile,  but  in  the  fall  the  cotton  plants 
turn  black  and  the  corn  a  dry  yellow,  and  the 
dirt  roads  are  alternately  dusty  from  no  rain 
and  muddy  from  to)  much  rain.  In  the  win- 
ter the  land  is  covered  with  a  thin  coating  of 
ice  and  snow,  and  for  most  of  these  farm 
families,  whose  only  heat  comes  from  a  small 
coal  stove  or  fireplace,  weather  approaching 
zero  means  huddling  together  in  one  room 
close  to  the  fire. 

These  winter  evenings  with  the  whole  fam- 
ily close  together  before  the  large  o|>en  lire- 
place  in  her  parents'  bedroom--  the  four  boys 
sitting  cross-legged  on  the  floor  or  the  worn 
plusli  sofa,  her  mother  in  the  wicker  rocker 
with  Sue  on  her  lap,  and  her  father  on  a 
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ain  Bible  passages  mean  (they  are  still 
iting  on  "It  is  a  shame  for  women  to 
ik  in  the  church")  and  feels  a  definite 
.  of  the  family  when  she  is  asked  her 
ion  on  "whether  we  should  screen  the 
t  porch  or  buy  Billy  a  new  suit." 
er  parents'  love  for  Maxine  manifests  it- 
in  many  ways:  the  proud  gleam  in  her 
her's  eyes  when  she  brought  home  a  B  in 
e  economics;  the  gold  bracelet  her  father 
d  up  to  buy  her  for  Christmas  last  year 
a  she  wanted  one ' '  more  than  anything ' ' ; 
■  continual  interest  in  what  she  is  doing 
thinking.  While  they've  never  actually 
her  they're  proud  of  her,  she  feels  that 
are:  "They'd  tell  me  if  they  weren't,  I 
if."  And  she  still  remembers  as  the 
jpiest  day  in  her  life"  the  surprise  party 
ind  her  older  married  sister,  Donie  Opal, 
iged  on  the  Wallaces'  twenty-sixth  wed- 
anniversary.  They  served  a  whole 
:en  arid  a  big  white  cake  with  pink  frost- 
ind  twenty-six  pink  candles,  and  after- 
the  neighbors  dropped  in  to  sing  hymns 
play  games  in  the  small  grove  next 
—"such  good  fun,"  Maxine  says  with  a 
I  sigh. 

r,  perhaps  more  than  most  teen-agers 
y,  Maxine's  attitudes,  activities  and  in- 
ts  revolve  around  her  parents  and  what 
think  is  "right." 


ier  life  she  has 
told  that  danc- 
wimming,  smok- 
nd  drinking  are 
ng— it  says  so  in 
ible  " ;  and  to  tell 
■arents  that  she 
they  might  be 
-fashioned"  or 

she  herself  is 
e  liberal"  would 

occur  to  her — 
;n  you  live  with 
parents,  you  do 
they  say."  She 

with  them  that 
nay  smoke  (but 
iris),  and  that 

inly  no  one 
1  drink — "I  just 

want  to  know 

like  that."  She 

wistfully  that 

lining  sounds  like  fun,"  but  wouldn't 
of  trying  it  until  she  gets  married. 
Opal  has  gone  swimming  occasionally 
her  marriage,  but  both  girls  took  to 
a  visiting  minister's  pronouncement 
Swimming  is  a  good  sport  only  if  boys 
iris  go  separately.  People  in  bathing 
ire  guilty  of  indecent  exposure."  And 
Maxine  has  played  rook  a  few  times, 
is  never  tried  any  other  card  games 
els  vaguely  that  "they  are  wrong,  al- 
i  it's  hard  to  say  exactly  why."  She  has 
been  to  a  dance,  but  doesn't  feel  that 
pularity  has  suffered  any:  "Most  kids 
lance  at  the  dances  anyway."  Looking 
to  the  time  when  she  hopes  to  have 
:n  of  her  own,  she  adds,  "I  know  one 
They'll  be  able  to  swim  and  dance  if 
ant  to." 

)  it  comes  to  less  important  matters, 
e  occasionally  does  question  her  par- 
uthority.  Once  she  bought  a  red-and- 
plaid  dress  with  a  neckline  that  her 
r  felt  was  too  low — "I  outtalked  her 
>t  it,  but  I  can  only  wear  it  when  she 
's  all  right. "  When  Maxine  made  up 
nd  to  work  last  summer  she  found 
first — receptionist  in  a  doctor's  office 
a  week  plus  training — and  then  told 
:nts.  "They  didn't  like  it  at  first, 
n  they  saw  I  was  going  to  stick  to  it, 
d,  'All  right,  just  don't  get  all  worn 

thing  the  Wallaces  have  set  their 
|  on  is  that  Maxine  will  finish  high 
-"We  never  did,  and  it  might  be  a 
ling  for  her,  if  she  really  wants  to." 
lile  Maxine,  now  a  senior,  doesn't  like 
ij"any  too  well,"  and  has  a  hard  time 
ing  a  C  average  ("One  hour  a  night 
juch  as  I  like  to  spend  on  homework 
it  as  much  as  I  need  to"),  she  feels 
l  ist  show  her  parents  she  can  get 


through.  "If  I  ever  get  to  walk  down  that 
aisle  with  that  cap  and  gown  on,"  she  says 
with  a  faint  glimmer  of  pride,  "I'll  sure  feel 
important." 

The  barriers  standing  between  her  and  a 
high-school  diploma  are  senior  English  (she 
flunked  junior  English  because  "the  teacher 
scared  me  so  that  I  couldn't  open  my  mouth 
even  when  I  knew  the  answer,  and  I  don't 
know  why,  either,  because  she  seemed  real 
nice"),  home  economics  (in  which  she's  cur- 
rently working  on  a  bright  red  wool  jumper) 
and  an  on-the-job  training  program  called 
D.O.  (Diversified  Occupations). 

When  Maxine  filed  a  written  application 
for  D.O.  last  year,  she  said  she  would  like  "a 
chance  to  meet  people  and  help  others,"  and 
added  an  assurance,  required  by  the  school, 
that  "I  will  put  training  before  salary.  I'm 
interested  most  in  getting  a  start  in  the  busi- 
ness world." 

Her  parents,  however,  were  not  easily 
convinced  about  the  value  of  D.O.  They 
felt,  particularly,  that  Maxine's  health 
wouldn't  stand  the  extra  strain  of  working 
all  afternoon,  finally  agreed  when  she  told 
them,  "It  tires  me  more  to  go  to  school  all 
day.  And  I  would  have  to  take  shorthand  and 
typing.  I  don't  think  I  could  learn  shorthand." 

In  D.O,  she  spends 


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By  William  Meredith 

Doughty  in  the  feathered  surf 
As  I  fly  the  sky  adown 
I  have  seen  the  children  turn 
And  the  parents  basking  brown, 
Lovers  and  all  brown. 

But  water  from  an  airman's  height 
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Could  quite  as  well  be  stone; 
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two  hours  every 
morning  in  class  dis- 
cussing with  other 
students  problems 
like  how  to  answer 
the  telephone  or  calm 
an  irate  customer,  de- 
scribing in  a  special 
notebook  the  previ- 
ous day  on  her  job, 
and  reading  a  few 
pages  in  a  book  on 
how  to  be  a  good 
salesgirl. 

Afternoons  and 
Saturdays  she  is  far 
busier.  She  leaves 
school  at  noon,  rushes 
downtown  with  her 
best  friend,  Betty,  for 
a  quick  dinner  of 
pork  chops,  potatoes, 
beans  or  corn  and 
three  rolls  (for  50  cents)  in  a  small  lunch- 
room mainly  patronized  by  townspeople,  and 
reports  promptly  at  one  to  Stoke's  Depart- 
ment Store,  where  she  is  learning  to  be  a 
salesgirl.  Stoke's,  housed  in  a  long,  narrow 
building  on  one  of  Corinth's  two  main  shop- 
ping streets,  carries  everything  from  baby 
clothes  and  underwear  piled  high  on  counters 
in  the  front  of  the  store,  to  men's  suits  and 
coats  on  long  racks  in  the  rear.  Maxine  is 
learning  not  only  to  sell,  but  to  unpack,  label 
and  display  merchandise — "Not  more  than 
any  of  our  salesgirls  learns,"  the  manager 
said,  "but  the  thing  is,  she'll  probably  be 
able  to  get  a  job  here  right  off  after  she  gradu- 
ates." 

For  this  work — from  1  o'clock  to  5:30  on 
weekdays,  and  8  to  8  on  Saturdays— Maxine 
earns  $10  a  week  (which  she  divides  almost 
evenly  between  lunch  money  and  new 
clothes)  and  can  expect  a  raise  to  $18  if  she 
should  decide  to  stay  on  full-time  after  grad- 
uation. Other  D.O.  students  are  working  as 
secretaries,  funeral-parlor  assistants,  and 
clerks  in  drugstores,  cafes  and  men's  ready- 
to-wear  stores— "any  place  which  affords  a 
good  opportunity  for  training,  and  a  wide 
range  of  work,"  in  the  opinion  of  E.  E.  Long, 
D.O.  adviser.  Most  of  his  students  work 
25-30  hours  a  week,  and  average  $10-$12  in 
pay,  although  one  girl,  by  additional  clerking 
in  a  drugstore  on  Sundays,  brought  her  earn- 
ings to  $18  for  a  49-hour  week— "  Entirely  too 
much  work,"  Mr.  Long  said,  "but  they  get  in- 
terested—and of  course  they  don't  earn  as 
much  because  they're  being  trained."  Of  35 
D.O.  students  last  year,  26  stayed  in  the 
same  occupation,  6  continued  their  education, 
and  only  3  were  unable  to  find  jobs. 

When,  nearly  three  years  ago,  Maxine  de- 
cided to  leave  Farmington,  the  small  country 
school  near  her  home,  and  go  to  high  school 
in  Corinth,  her  friends  told  her  not  to:  "The 
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and  besides,  the  work  is  too  hard  there."  But 
Maxine  wanted  harder  work:  "At  Farming- 
ton  you  never  could  tell  when  it  was  class  and 
when  it  was  recess."  So  she  came  in  to  town, 
knowing  only  a  handful  of  other  farm  girls. 
(Only  4  of  47  senior  girls  come  from  farms.) 
At  first  it  was  hard— "By  the  end  of  three 
weeks  I  was  ready  to  quit  because  everybody 
seemed  to  have  their  crowd  of  special  friends, 
and  nobody  seemed  to  care  much  about 
meeting  me" — but  then  she  made  friends  with 
one  young  teacher  who  gave  her  odd  jobs  to 
do  around  the  home  room  and  smiled  en- 
couragingly when  she  had  trouble  "getting 
the  words  to  come  out  in  class."  And  Maxine, 
knowing  someone  liked  her,  began  to  come 
out  of  her  shell,  started  eating  lunch  with  two 
other  farm  girls,  decided  that  "this  school  is 
a  pretty  friendly  place  after  all — I  think  the 
kids  wait  to  see  how  you're  going  to  make  out 
before  they  decide  to  include  you."  Occasion- 
ally she  still  feels  that  a  certain  crowd  of  girls, 
whose  fathers  are  the  leading  business  and 
professional  men,  look  down  on  students  who 
have  jobs — "They  say.  'There  goes  one  of 
those  D.O.  students'  in  a  way  that  makes 
the  D.O.  student  feel  bad" — but  she  says 
she  doesn't  care  much  because  "I  have 
a  few  close  friends  of  my  own — they  know 
all  about  me,  and  that's  the  way  I  like  it 
best." 

Corinth's  social  lines,  always  drawn  tightly 
between  a  small  nucleus  of  "good  families — 
mostly  with  money  and  position" — and  a 
larger  group  of  store  and  mill  workers  (with 
farm  people  forming  their  own  group  outside 
of  town),  have  eased  considerably  since  the 
war.  "A  few  years  ago  you  couldn't  have  got 
a  job  on  the  school  paper  if  you  came  from 
the  wrong  lineage."  one  teacher  said.  And 
while  children  of  the  town's  leading  fami- 
lies, the  "North  Enders, "  are  still  elected 
to  "as  many  school  jobs  as  they  want"  be- 
cause the  voting,  taken  by  a  public  show  of 
hands  in  the  auditorium,  makes  other  boys 
and  girls  fearful  of  supporting  someone  else 
("You  may  not  want  those  kids  to  be  elected, 
but  you  don't  want  to  be  seen  voting  against 
them  either"),  the  girl  who  runs  the  Dra- 
matic Club  is  a  newcomer  to  town,  the  as- 
sociate editor  of  the  school  paper  lives  out  on 
the  main  highway. 

Most  students  admit,  too,  that  "it's  our 
own  fault  we  don't  have  more  school  jobs." 
Everybody  in  town  is  proud  of  the  band 
(which  has  won  honor  mention  in  state-wide 
contests),  and  3500  people  turned  out  to  see 
the  baseball  team  win  the  state  champion- 
ship. Yet  for  most  activities.  "Everybody 
wants  to  be  in  on  things  but  nobody  wants  to 
work,"  one  girl  said.  "It's  all  the  Dramatic 
Club  can  do  to  get  a  single  play  together  ev- 
ery year,  and  one  issue  of  the  school  paper, 
which  is  printed  in  the  Friday  issue  of  the 
town  paper,  had  fifteen  articles — written  by 
three  people.  I  don't  know  how  we  ever  get 
the  yearbook  together."  The  football 
team,  which  had  a  bad  season  this  year, 
walks  out  on  the  field  in  double  file,  practices 
in  formation,  and  just  before  the  game 
kneels  on  the  edge  of  the  field  to  say  the 
Lord's  Prayer.  Cheering  at  home  games  is 
comparatively  weak:  "Everybody  complains 
because  they  don't  win  more,  but  nobody 
supports  them." 

"They  can  have  all  the  activities  they 
want,"  says  principal  Cecil  Myers  (infor- 


mally called  "Coach"  by  teachers  i 
students  alike),  "and  I  even  set  aside  a  s 
cial  activities  period  so  that  farm  studei 
whose  school  bus  leaves  right  after  schi 
could  belong.  But  nobody  wants  to."  And 
students  agree:  "It's  our  fault  there 
more  to  do  around  here." 

This  lack  of  activities  has  never  bothe 
Maxine.  She  has  no  time  for  them  anyw 
but  can't  think  of  any  she'd  like  to  join  if 
did  have  the  time.  She  has  enough  troi 
finding  time  to  read  Pride  and  Prejudice 
an  English  report  (it's  taken  her  six  week 
get  through  100  pages),  or  to  see  as  m; 
movies  as  she'd  like.  She  likes  to  go  at  It 
once  a  week,  saw  Little  Women  twice  becaj 
it  was  "so  sentimental,"  and  usually  w 
the  movies  make  her  dream  of  seeing  oli 
parts  of  the  country,  rationalizes  that ; 
can't  go  anyway,  so  what's  the  use  of  thi 
ing  about  it?"  When  a  history  teacher  as 
what  she  would  do  if  she  were  Presic 
Truman,  she  was  speechless  for  a  mom 
then  replied,  "I  guess  I'd  jump  in  the  ri 
That  office  is  too  high  up  even  to  tl 
about."  On  the  question  of  a  peacetime  dt 
she  feels  more  firmly:  "They  shouldn't  d 
a  boy  unless  they're  expecting  a  war  right 
I  hate  to  see  a  home-loving  boy  go  off  dii 
ing  it  so."  And  while  she  has  never  eai 
more  than  $12  a  week,  she  thinks  that 
worked  all  my  life  making  $100  a  mom 
could  probably  earn  a  million  dollars-i 
I  sure  would  get  tired  of  that  much  wc 

When  she's  tired,  Maxine  feels  that 
have  too  much  planned  in  this  town." 
when  she's  in  the  mood  to  have  fun, 
agrees  with  other  Corinth  teen-agers 
"you  just  sit  back  and  wait  for  somethii 
happen  around  here,  and  nothing  ever  di 
On  dates  fellows  and  girls  have  a  choii 
two  small  movie  houses  (15  cents  apiec* 
new  drive-in  film  theater  where  "every!) 
is  too  busy  necking  to  watch  the  movie, "i 
a  roller-skating  rink  which  is  the  ck 
Corinth  has  come  to  a  teen-age  center  a  t 
one  folded  during  the  war  because  "nol 
supported  it."  Teen-agers,  who  may  $ 
three  hours  for  60  cents,  or  watch  for 
flock  to  the  rink  week  ends — and  on  Satuilii 
night  the  galleries  are  filled  with  as  mac  to 
sixty  townspeople  come  to  watch  the  fui  a 
Because  dancing  has,  until  recently,  ip 
taboo  for  most  Corinth  teen-agers,  anc 
cause  there  has  never  been  a  dancing  s 
in  town,  few  boys  know  how  to  dance  ai 
and  the  girls  practice  at  home  together  as 
though  the  school  gymnasium  is  availal 
any  organization  wishing  to  sponsor  a  o 
open  to  all  the  school,  there  are  rarely  $ 
than  four  or  five  dances  a  year — each 
the  fall  following  a  home  football  garni 
scribing  her  first  dance,  a  newcomer  to 
said: 

"In  the  first  place,  there  were  no  d< 
tions;  and  talking  now  about  the  senior 
next  spring,  everybody's  excited  beca 
will  be  a  decorated  dance — if  anybody  % 
around  to  putting  up  the  decorations,  i  ~i 
you  get  to  a  dance,  you  drink  pop  for 
waiting  for  the  boys  to  ask  you  to  danctij?t 
juke  box  plays  the  same  slow,  dreamy 
bers  again  and  again— I  counted  Every 
You  Go  ten  times  in  a  row — and  the 
six  couples  revolve  around  the  floor— si 
If  they  played  fast  numbers  nobody 
dance.  The  boys  are  off  in  a  corner  pi 


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rook  or  dominoes — and  the  girls,  if  they 
come,  are  off  in  another  corner  gossiping  to- 
gether. Finally,  just  when  the  boys  are  get- 
ting over  their  shyness  and  beginning  to  ask 
the  girls  to  dance,  the  dance  is  over  and  ev- 
erybody goes  home.  We  have  some  of  the 
nicest  kids  in  the  world  here,  but  they  just 
never  get  around  to  doing  things." 

Because  her  mother  never  discussed  sex 
with  her  at  all,  Maxine  admits  now  that  "I 
sure  was  lucky  not  to  get  in  Dutch  before  I 
found  out  from  the  girls  in  school  and  a  book 
in  the  library  just  how  things  were."  Every 
night  when  she  leaves  for  a  date  her  parents 
tell  her  to  "behave  yourself,"  but  they've 
never  exprained  what  they  mean — "  It  prob- 
ably embarrasses  them,"  Maxine  says,  and 
adds  quickly,  "They  don't  have  to  worry 
none  about  me.  Boys  appreciate  a  nice  girl, 
although  I  guess  they  like  to  go  with  rough 
girls  sometimes  too.  Even  if  a  boy  says  he 
won't  date  you  again  if  you  don't  kiss  him, 
nine  times  out  of  ten  he  will.  And  if  a  girl  is 
!  smart  she  remembers  that  sex  is  for  married 
(people  only.  I  think  that's  the  way  most 
jgirls  feel  around  here." 

According  to  Mississippi  common  law,  a 
jboy  may  marry  with  his  parents'  permission 
at  14;  a  girl,  at  12.  And  many  do.  Four  15- 
fyear-old  girls  left  the  Corinth  High  School 
Iduring  the  first  six  weeks  of  this  semester  to 
&et  married,  and  as  many  as  ten  girls  marry 
muring  each  school  year.  The  majority  who 
marry  in  school  stay  on  until  graduation  with 
the  full  permission  of  the  school.  Although  a 
few  townspeople  have  suggested  that  "it 
would  discourage  young  marriages  if  the 
bouples  knew  they  would  have  to  leave 
| school,"  Mr.  Myers  disagrees:  "When  kids 
[decide  they're  going  to  marry,  neither  par- 
ents nor  teachers  can  stop  them.  I  don't 
l:hink  they  even  give  school  a  thought.  Be- 
sides, some  of  our  married  girls  do  the  grand- 
st  work  you  ever  saw  after  they  get  married, 
le  senior  last  year  pulled  her  marks  up 
from  C's  to  A's  because  her  husband  made 
ler  study  nights  instead  of  gallivanting." 
lost  of  these  husbands  are  older  and  work- 
ig,  although  one  senior  boy  last  year  con- 
jinued  in  school  with  his  wife.  If  a  girl  be- 
jomes  pregnant  she  must  leave  school,  al- 
lough  Mr.  Myer&  hasn't  "noticed"  any 
pregnant  girls  during  his  twenty-two  years 
|s  principal. 
Maxine  feels  firmly  that  these  young  mar- 
iges  are  a  mistake,  and  hopes  to  wait  until 
le  is  20 — "A  boy  should  have  some  time  to 
ive  up  so  you  can  start  right  off  in  your  own 
le  with  your  own  furniture."  But  an  even 
reater  object  lesson  is  a  girl  she  knows  who 
:ame  pregnant  at  13  and  was  forced  to 
y  a  boy  she  "hardly  knew."  The  boy 
mtinued  to  live  with  his  parents,  and  the 
irl  with  hers.  After  the  baby  arrived,  the 
:l's  mother  "took  it  away  someplace,"  and 
le  girl  got  a  divorce.  She  is  now  15  and  re- 
larried.  "I  wonder  how  she 'can  be  happy," 
Iaxine  mused. 

While  there  are  no  statistics  on  the  longev- 
jy  of  these  youthful  marriages,  Mr.  Myers 
lels  that  most  of  them  do  last.  When  one 
irl,  who  had  left  school  at  15  to  marry,  came 


back  at  19  a  divorcee,  she  was  warmly  wel- 
comed. Another  divorcee  has  been  elected 
by  the  student  body  as  a  cheerleader. 

Maxine  pictures  a  different  type  of  life  and 
love.  When  she  was  14,  and  playing  guard  on 
the  Farmington  girls'  basketball  team,  she 
literally  "fell"  into  the  arms  of  one  of  the 
spectators,  a  dark-haired  boy  from  Kossuth, 
a  small  farming  center  near  her  home,  whom 
she  called  "A.  J."  His  family  had  no  phone, 
so  he  started  writing  Maxine  three  letters  a 
week,  coming  over  every  Sunday  afternoon 
to  sit  on  the  sofa  and  talk.  On  her  sixteenth 
birthday,  A.  J.  took  Maxine  to  prayer  meet- 
ing— the  first  time  she  was  allowed  to  go  out 
at  night  with  a  boy— but  they  had  to  rush 
right  back  home  afterward  to  make  her  9:30 
dead  line.  And  when  A.  J.  gave  her  a  gold 
ring  set  with  a  cluster  of  red  and  white  stones 
as  a  birthday  present,  Maxine  thought,  "  I 
just  never  will  be  this  happy  ever  again." 
But  only  a  few  months  later,  after  Maxine 
and  A.  J.  had  gone  steady  for  three  years,  he 
"started  to  run  around  with  wild  girls,"  and 
when  he  refused  to  give  them  up,  Maxine 
wept,  but  told  him  she  could  no  longer  date 
him.  "I  missed  him  so,  at  first,"  she  says. 
"He  was  around  here  so  much  he  was  just 
like  a  brother.  He  came  back  eight  times 
too — but  I  just  couldn't  go  if  he  wouldn't 
give  up  those  other  girls."  Now  she  goes  "al- 
most steady"  with  a  25-year-old  farmer  who 
hikes  five  miles  to  see  her  on  Thursday  nights, 
and  always  picks  her  up  after  work  Saturday 
nights  for  a  movie  and  bus  ride  home,  but 
says  she  "kind  of  likes"  two  other  boys  too. 

Perhaps  the  thing  Maxine  wants  most 
when  she  finally  settles  down  to  "marrying  a 
man  I  love  as  much  as  my  parents  love  each 
other"  is  the  financial  security  she  has  never 
known  at  home.  To  keep  his  six  children  fed 
and  clothed,  her  father  earns  $50  a  week  for 
65  hours  as  night  watchman  in  a  pants  fac- 
tory, makes  an  additional  $400  in  a  good 
year,  and  $200  in  a  bad  year,  on  his  eight 
acres  of  cotton,  feeds  his  family  largely  by 
growing  his  own  corn  and  vegetables,  raising 
hogs  for  meat,  keeping  a  cow  for  milk  and 
butter.  Mr.  Wallace  says  he's  had  "a  right 
smart  tussle  making  ends  meet,"  and  Max- 
ine appreciates  these  struggles.  But  looking 
ahead  to  her  own  life,  she  hopes  to  marry  "a 
man  who  has  saved  ahead  so  we  can  have 
maybe  as  much  as  a  hundred  dollars  in 
the  bank,  and  a  little  home  like  my  aunt 
and  uncle  have,  with  curtains  and  rugs,  and 
furniture  that  matches." 

Next  year  is  a  more  immediate  problem — 
and  a  big  question  mark.  Sometimes  she  feels 
she'll  keep  on  working  at  Stake's,  or  go  back 
to  the  doctor's  office.  Other  times  that  per- 
haps she  should  take  the  school  bus  every 
morning  to  nearby  tuition-free  Booneville 
State  Junior  College— "although  it's  hard  to 
say  what  I'd  study  there.  If  I  was  going  to 
study  more,  I'd  get  to  be  a  Bible  teacher.  I 
haven't  asked,  but  I  don't  think  they  teach 
Bible  there."  Of  only  one  thing  about  the 
misty  future  does  she  feel  completely  sure— 
that  she'll  be  living  in  Corinth.  "After  all," 
she  says,  "why  would  I  want  to  live  any 
other  place?"  THE  END 


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January,  199 


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"ff  edon't  use  much  store  bread."1  Back  in 
the  days  when  the  children  were  all  home. 
Martha  haked  8  loaves  of  bread  every  other 
day.  Now  she's  simmered  down  to  4  loaves  a 
week.  They  "never  took  much  to  store 
bread."  At  times,  Twiddie  says,  they've  de- 
cided they'd  let  a  week  go  by — but  before 
the  first  bought  loaf  is  gone,  Martha  will  get 
up  from  the  breakfast  table  some  morning 
and  start  for  the  kitchen  with  the  announce- 
ment, "Guess  I'll  make  some  bread."  It's 
good  bread.  Martha's,  tender  of  crumb  and 
fine-textured.  It's  got  substance  to  it — a  real 
old-fashioned  loaf.  Having  honey  as  an  in- 
gredient, it  keeps  moist  for  almost  a  week. 
"Best  homemade  bread  I've  ever  tasted," 
has  been  a  frequent  comment  here  in  the 
Journal  kitchen. 

MARTHA'S  BREAD 

Dissolve  1  package  quick  dry  yeast  or  soften 
1  cake  fresh  yeast  in  cup  lukewarm  water. 
Heat  ^4  cup  honey  with  1  tablespoon  salt  and 
1  tablespoon  water.  Add  1  tall  can  evaporated 
milk.  Fill  up  can  with  fresh  milk  and  add  that. 
(No  shortening  in  this  recipe.)  Add  3  cups 
flour  and  the  yeast  mixture  to  the  liquids. 
Beat  to  smooth  batter.  Let  rise  until  foamy — 
about  2  hours.  Add  6  cups  more  of  flour  and 
let  rise  again  till  double.  Take  dough  onto 
floured  board  and  shape  down  into  2 
mounds.  Knead  each  gently.  Put  back  in 
clean,  greased  bowl.  Let  rise  again.  Punch 
down.  Knead  and  shape  into  2  loaves.  You'll 
need  about  cup  flour  for  kneading. 
Put  into  2  greased  bread  pans.  Cover  with 
a  cloth  and  let  rise — but  only  to  not  quite 
double  in  bulk.  "Don't  let  it  rise  too  much 
in  the  pans,"  Martha  says,  "or  it  will  be 
coarse."  She's  right  too.  Bake  55  minutes  in 
a  moderately  hot  oven,  375°  F.  Turn  out 
on  rack  to  cool.  Makes  2  loaves.  Martha 
doubles  this  recipe — but  the  quantity  of 
dough  for  2  loaves  is  much  easier  to  handle, 
unless  you  have  a  verv  large  bowl  for  the 


"Everybody  likes  my  beans."'  "Martha, 
tell  them  about  your  beans,"  prompted  Ed. 

"I  don't  do  mv  beans  like  anybody  else.  I 
have  my  own  way,"  said  Martha.  "I  use 
maple  and  brown  sugar  instead  of  molasses, 
and  prepared  mustard  instead  of  dry  mus- 
tard. Then,  at  the  end,  I  sprinkle  white  su- 
gar over  the  top  and  let  them  stay  in  the 
oven  till  the  sugar  glazes  over.  Everybody 
likes  my  beans." 

And  you  will  too.  Like  many  New  Eng- 
enders, Ed  and  Twiddie  like  vinegar  on  their 
baked  heans.  Beans  are  absolutely  spoiled 
for  them  without  it. 

MARTHA'S  BAKED  BEANS 
Soak  1  pound  white  pea  beans  in  cold  water 
overnight.  Drain.  Cover  with  fresh  water  and 
cook  slowlv  until  the  skins  break.  To  test, 
take  a  few  beans  on  the  tip  of  a  spoon  and 
blow  on  them  gently.  If  skins  break  and  curl 
back,  they  are  suflicientlv  cooked  for  baking. 
Turn  beans  into  bean  pot.  Pour  boiling  wa- 
ter over  ]/^  pound  fal  sail  pork.  Scrape  rind 
until  white,  score  in  1  2-inch  cuts  and  press 
into  top  of  beans.  Mix  teaspoon  sail,  3 
tablespoons  brown  sugar,  '^j  cup  maple  su- 
gar— or  if  that's  hard  lo  come  by.  use  maple 
sirup.  Stir  into  ibis  I  tablespoon  prepared 
mustard  and  }-u  teaspoon  Worcestershire 
Sauce.  Add  I  cup  hot  water  and  pour  over 
beans.  Add  the  water  beans  were  cooked  in. 
Cover  and  bake  in  slow  oven,  275°-3(K)°  F., 
for  o-8  hours,  preferably  al  the  lower  of 
the  two  temperatures.  Beans  just  can" I  be 
hurried.  During  the  baking,  add  a  little 

more  water  from  time  to  lime  if  il's  needed. 
Uncover  during  last  15  minutes.  Sprinkle 
with  sugar.  The  sugar  will  glaze  over  and 
the  pork  and  l>e;ius  will  lake  on  u  nice  c i  ii-l  \ 

brown. 

Birthday    Pudding,    \  layer  cake  with 

candle-  ha    no  appeal  for  Martha  "ti  her 


birthday!  She  wants  egg  pudding.  Her 
mother  used  to  make  it  for  her  on  birthdays, 
when  she  was  a  child.  In  recent  years,  some 
of  her  friends  occasionally  remember  to 
make  it  for  her  on  May  twentieth,  knowing 
her  fondness  for  this  dish.  If  they  don't,  she 
makes  it  herself.  It's  much  like  what  you 
know  as  cornstarch  pudding,  but  made  with 
flour.  There's  no  sugar  in  the  pudding.  It 
goes  on  top. 

MARTHA'S  EGG  PUDDING 

Blend  7  tablespoons  flour  with  cups  milk 
until  smooth.  Scald  cups  milk  in  top  of 
double  boiler.  Add  to  flour  and  milk.  Cook 
over  hot  water,  stirring  constantly,  until  it 
begins  to  thicken.  Then  add  4  beaten  eggs 
and  ^4  teaspoon  salt.  Keep  up  the  stirring 
and  cook  until  thickened.  Remove  from 
heat;  add  1  teaspoon  vanilla.  Pour  hot  into 
a  pudding  dish  or  casserole.  Sprinkle  1  cup 
sugar  over  the  top.  Cover  and  put  in  re« 
frigerator  till  cool.  The  sugar  will  liquefy  and 
form  a  sirup.  Martha  doesn't  add  salt  or 
vanilla  to  the  above  recipe,  but  we  thought 
it  had  a  better  blended  flavor  with  these 
additions. 


"We   can    lots   of  applesauce."    Witbj  n| 

Twiddle's  and  Ber's  help,  Martha  still  pub| 
up  a  good  store  of  canned  foods  every  year  I  n 
though  not  so  much  as  in  former  yean 
when  the  children  were  at  home.  Some  o  ;; 
the  110  pints  of  corn,  99  two-quart  jars  0 
crab  apples,  dozens  and  dozens  of  jars  of  to 
matoes,  peaches,  pears,  green  beans  am\ 
applesauce  she  takes  with  her  on  trips  to  R 
visit  the  children.  Whenever  there's  a  jar  oil 
applesauce  opened,  some  of  it  goes  intcfa 
making  this  good  cake.  Giggie  gave  her  thel'K 
recipe. 

GIGGIE'S  WALNUT  APPLESAUCE  CAfflL 

Cream  V;>  cup  shortening  and  1  cup  sugar  unf  ' 
til  light  and  fluffy.  Add  1  egg,  unbeaten!' 
Then  beat  hard.  Add  I  teaspoon  cinnamonf31 
J/2  teaspoon  cloves,      teaspoon  nutmeg  ant  '  ' 
1  teaspoon  vanilla.  Sift  1%  cups  flour  widi  W 
\2  teaspoon  salt,  1  teaspoon  baking  soda  am  *< 
I  teaspoon  baking  powder.  Chop  %  cup  seed 
less  raisins  and  1  cup  walnuts.  Mix  with  \. 
cup  flour.  Measure  1  cup  fairly  thick  un  ^ 
sweetened  applesauce.  Add  sifted  dry  in  W: 
gredients  to  spice  mixture  alternately  witi! 
the  applesauce.  Beat  until  smooth  and  we'  ' 
blended.  Stir  in  floured  nuts  and  raisins  last  : 
Pour  batter  into  greased  8x8x2  or  shallow  ^; 
greased  9-inch  pan.  Bake  in  moderate  over  Stir 
350°  F.,  45  minutes.  Cool  on  rack.  Cut  int 
squares.  This  cake  keeps  well  if  you  can  kef'  !* 
it  long  enough  to  find  out. 

Making  molasses  cookies  is  Twiddie's  sp   :' " 
cialty.  A  dip  into  the  flour  barrel  and  they' 
ready  for  the  oven  in  no  time.  Martha  J 
grandchildren  always  look  for  them  in  tl 
cookv  pan  when  they  come  to  visit.  They  a. 
never  disappointed.  ijj, 

TWIDDIE'S  MOLASSES  COOKIES  ( 
Cream  1  cup  shortening  and  1  cup  sugar  l 
gelher.  Add  2  eggs,  I  cup  molasses,  I  tf  < 
spoon  ginger  and  I  teaspoon  cinnamon.  Si  ^ 
.'i 1  2  cups  flour  with  2  teaspoons  baking  soi 
and  I  teaspoon  salt.  Add  sifted  dry  ingrei 
cuts  to  creamed  mixture  alternately  with  ,  . 
cup  cold  water.  Twiddie  sometimes  puts  tl 
baking  soda  in  w  ith  ihe  cold  water.  Drop  l|  I  f  , 
large  spoonful.-  on  greased  cooky  sheets  ai  v:^ 
bake  8-10  minutes  in  a  moderated  hot  ovc 
375°  F.   Twiddie  pals  hers  out  on  a  gen*  ;/ 
ousl\  floured  hoard  to  1    -inch  thickness, CM  I 
I  hem  on  I  with  a  COokj  culler  and  with  a  pal 
cake  turner  Iranslers  them  lo  the  cooky  p* 
The  dough  II  \  ei  \  -oil.  hut  "the  kids  dOl| 

mind  the  shapes,"  she  sn-.  II  you'd  likr 

make  hit  rolled  cookies,  add  a  little  irn 
Hour  to  batter  SO  JTOu'll  nol  need  ho  much 
I  he  hoard  and  chill  I  he  dough  first.  I  )oil'l  rl 
I  hem  too  thin  or  they'll  nol  he  nice  und  sol 

llll  I 


I  2." 


ALWAYS  HOME  FOR  ONE  MO  It  K 

(Continued  from  Page  114) 


"WHAT'S  THE 
MAGIC  TOUCH? 


ies.  Becky  had  a  blue  velvet  coat,  Boy 
brown  velvet  coat,  Giggie  a  new  bonnet. 
Irs.  David  had  just  made  them!  What  a  mis- 
ike  the  blueberry  pies  were  that  time !  An- 
;her  time  we  picked  up  Ed's  sister  at  Ran- 
jlph.  To  get  her  located  in  the  car,  it  was 
xessary  to  remove  some  things  first.  When 
e  reached  Tunbridge  we  found  the  large 
■in  of  baked  beans  had  ridden  successfully 
l  the  running  board  for  twenty-five  miles ! " 
j'  Ed  had  something  in  the  back  of  his  mind. 
:'hen  Boy  was  three  or  so  Ed  told  Martha, 
Hie  little  Vosburgh  boys  should  not  grow 
I)  not  knowing  one  another.  I'm  going  to  see 
k  can  find  them  and  bring  them  up  here  for 
le  summer  vacation." 

iMartha  agreed.  Boy  had  developed  asthma 
d  still  needed  constant  care.  A  fresh-air 
ild  was  due  from  New  York.  Two  more 
ys  would  be  no  bother!  Martha  had  a 
lper  in  the  post  office  now.  Aunt  Kitty  was 
rays  there. 

Ed  found  the  little  boys,  Elgin  and  Cam- 
Mi,  living  under  hard  conditions.  One  of 
em  had  been  mis- 
dated. Both  were 
iilnourished.  Elgin 
>s  eleven.  He  had 
npletely  forgot- 
i  the  baby  he  had 
lurned.  Cameron 
s  small  for  his 
They  came  up 
the  big  house  like 
fresh-air  child. 
:h  no  intention  of 
ng  out  of  the 
ise  or  getting  any 
>h  air  unless  corn- 
led.  Both  boys 
>re  like  troopers, 
leron,    at  six, 
Iwed  very  little 
iningof  any  kind. 

Martha's  and 
"s   hearts  were 
[n  to  love  them 
make  them 
>py.  Giggie  and 
:ky  and  Boy  were 
isedtoopenad- 
ation.  They 
id  Elgin  honest, 
jnstaking,  but 
idy  and  shy.  He 
ild  do  any  task 
jgned  to  him,  but 
lad  no  intention 
getting  involved 

i  people.  Martha  bought  oranges  by  the 
:  and  set  them  out  in  the  woodshed.  Cam- 
would  never  take  an  orange  unless  no 
i  was  looking.  The  busy  household  caught 
boys  up  in  its  routine  without  bother 
j  with  much  love.  There  were  good  times — 
Iiics  and  fun  and  laughter.  Elgin  could 
I  quite  maintain  his  attitude.  Even  he  be- 
1  to  believe  that  it  was  all  true. 

imers  must  end.  The  morning  came 
n  the  boys  were  to  go  back.  Ed  went  out 
nilk  the  cow  while  Martha  made  them 
jly.  Ed  came  back  into  the  kitchen  and 
j  the  full  milk  pail  on  the  table. 

fe  can't  send  them  back!"  he  said, 
lartha's  eyes  filled  with  grateful  tears, 
(began  at  once  to  unpack  their  bundles. 
I'll  see  about  starting  them  in  school." 

thout  delay  the  Kibbys  adopted  the 
h.  Elgin  Vosburgh  Kibby,  and  Cameron 
ourgh  Kibby.  They  were  in !  Now  there  is 
lore  affectionate  or  devoted  son,  brother, 
oand  or  father  than  Elgin.  All  the  time  he 
"coming  around"  no  one  rebuked  or  pun- 
him  or  gave  him  an  angry  word.  Mar- 
teaid  she  and  Ed  knew  it  would  take  time. 

was  all  Elgin  needed — time  and  af- 
3n! 

Cameron  was  the  one  child  that  always 
Ited  to  please  me.  He  still  is  the  same  to 
le  has  always  wanted  to  mind,  to  give 
Jfaction,"  Martha  says.  To  this  day 
eron's  sly  sense  of  humor  keeps  Martha 
ling.  They  share  a  sense  of  the  ludicrous. 


WITH  all  ten  Ihumbs  I  leaf 
throtigh  the  Journal  each 
month  seeking  the  answer  to  the 
modern  cliff-dweller's  problems." 
Peggy  Coleman  wrote.  "Won't  vou 
show  us  somedav  a  housekeeping 
schedule  laat  works  when  you  live 
in  a  four-room  Bronx  apartment, 
have  two  active  preschool  childPen 
who  must  be  aired  in  the  park  a! 
10  and  3  each  day,  a  strong  love  of 
housewifery  and  child  care,  but  no 
natural  talent  for  same?" 

So — meet  Peggy,  28,  husband 
Bob.  30,  Alan  and  Ann,  5  and  3.  in 


Whoever  else  came  or  went,  there  was  al- 
ways Aunt  Kitty:  Miss  Carolyn  Blodgett 
Weymouth,  born  in  Wisconsin  in  pioneer 
days,  brought  back  to  Vermont  after  her 
mother  died  when  Kitty  was  three.  Aunt 
Kitty  never  left  Martha's  mother  as  long  as 
she  lived,  and  afterward  always  lived  with 
Martha.  She  taught  school  in  Vermont  for 
forty  years,  then  lived  out  the  rest  of  her  life 
in  Martha's  house,  always  busy  with  the 
children. 

"I  could  never  have  done  it  without  Aunt 
Kitty,"  Martha  avers. 

Mention  must  be  made  here  of ' '  Old  John. ' ' 
John  Kellogg  was  a  fixture  in  the  family  and 
important  to  the  children.  John  went  to 
Trinity  College  with  Martha's  brothers, 
Closson  and  George.  After  college  he  came 
home  with  them  and  stayed  on.  He  lived  with 
Closson  for  many  years,  then  Martha  in- 
herited him.  Old  John  was  queer.  He  could 
not  earn  a  living.  The  Gilberts  and  the  Kib- 
bys just  looked  after  him.  John  did  the 
chores.  He  tended 
garden,  fed  the  pig, 
brought  in  wood.  Ed 
would  not  let  John 
care  for  the  cow. 
John  lived  his  own 
life,  always  back- 
tracking himself, 
coming  in  the  same 
door  as  out  he  went. 
Once  when  Becky 
was  struggling  with 
Vergil,  John  called 
from  the  room  be- 
vond,   "Ovid  is 


Housewife 
With  Ten  Thumbs 

tty  Marthedith  Stauffvr 

How  America  Lives,  in  the 
Fehruarv  Ladies'  Home  Journal 


easier. 

i  -Martha  some- 
times worried  lest 
the  boys  grow  up 
lazy,  for  Old  John 
did  not  likehelp  with 
the  chores.  The 
children  were  taught 
in  childhood  that 
they  must  always 
consider  Old  John's 
feelings,  his  pride. 
They  did  not  need 
to  be  taught  to  look 
up  to  Aunt  Kitty. 
She  knew  every- 
thing, the  children 
firmly  believed.  She 
could  spell  all 
words,  answer  all 
questions,  do  any  reckoning.  Even  when  she 
grew  very 'old  and  frail,  a  little  absent,  they 
loved  her  dearly.  Becky  nursed  Aunt  Kitty 
in  her  last  illness.  This  attitude  toward  older 
people  was  part  of  the  spirit  that  went  into 
all  the  children. 

But  even  with  such  good  assistance,  it  was 
not  a  pathway  strewn  with  roses.  There  was 
sickness— mumps,  measles,  chicken  pox,  and 
worse.  Martha's  brother  George  came  up  to 
the  village.  Always  a  strenuous  man,  he 
played  ball  with  the  boys  all  day.  They 
hiked  on  the  mountain.  They  came  back  and 
went  over  to  the  school  where  they  ate 
quantities  of  ice  cream.  The  next  day  Giggie 
came  running  into  the  post  office. 

"Come  quick,  ma.  Cameron's  awful  sick ! " 
Martha  flew.  Cameron  was  thirteen.  He 
had  gone  to  bed  with  a  mild  fever.  Now  he 
was  suffering  a  degree  of  prostration  that 
alarmed  them.  Martha  did  not  even  go  down 
from  the  third  floor  to  send  for  a  doctor.  She 
got  Cameron  into  a  tub  of  hot  water.  She 
worked  with  him  frantically.  She  got  him  to 
sweating.  His  limbs  seemed  stiff.  Martha 
massaged  them.  It  was  forty-five  minutes 
before  she  could  leave  him  long  enough  to 
call  the  doctor,  and  then  she  went  back  to  the 
hot  baths  and  the  massage. 

Cameron,  the  doctor  said,  was  stricken 
with  infantile  paralysis.  The  doctor  thought 
Martha  was  doing  all  right  with  her  impro- 
vised methods.  Years  later  Sister  Kenny  ad- 
vocated much  the  same  treatment.  Cameron 
got  well.  He  had  few  serious  aftereffects. 


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One  wrist  is  a  little  smaller  than  the  other, 
one  hip  bothers  him  now  and  then.  But  he 
carries  on  without  handicap. 

Elgin  had  pneumonia  four  times  as  he  was 
growing  up  and  each  time  scared  them  badly. 
There  was  a  Vosburgh  history  of  weak  lungs. 
Boy  came  in  one  day  and  called  his  mother  in 
a  loud  voice.  "Do  your  stuff!"  he  com- 
manded. "Can't  you  see  I'm  sick!" 

It  was  pneumonia  and  he  was  asthmatic! 
But  Martha  was  not  to  be  denied.  She  had 
not  come  this  far  to  be  defeated  by  asthma  or 
pneumonia  or  anything  else.  Ed  stood  by,  a 
pillar  of  strength,  but  it  was  Martha  who  did 
the  nursing,  and  attended  to  the  post  office  at 
the  same  time.  Any  emergency  with  the  chil- 
dren always  endowed  her  with  unlimited 
strength  and  energy. 

Martha  says  that  in  raising  the  children  the 
greatest  difficulty  was  always  money.  There's 
a  fund  of  stories  about  money  emergencies. 
After  money  came  the  car — who  was  to  drive 
it.  Then  love  affairs,  then  sickness!  Martha 
and  Ed  did  not  interfere  with  each  other.  Ed 
had  the  say  about  the  car,  about  the  boys. 
They  talked  things  over  in  advance,  decided 
on  a  course  of  action. 

In  spite  of  money  shortages,  everything 
needful  was  managed.  All  the  children  had 
skis  and  learned  to  ski  right  on  the  mountain. 
They  had  sleds  and  skates,  tennis  rackets, 
balls  and  bats.  They  had.  for  a  time,  a  wicked 
little  Shetland  pony.  Later  Ed  bought,  for  a 
modest  sum,  a  horse  named  Paris  which  Elgin 
and  Giggie  rode  to  school.  While  the  children 
were  growing  there  was  almost  always  a  cow 
in  the  barn,  with  big  pitchers  of  fresh  milk 
and  bowls  of  homemade  butter  always  on  the 
table.  The  garden  yielded  fresh  vegetables 
and  small  fruits  all  summer,  and  they  went 
into  every  winter  with  pljenty  of  home-canned 
fruits  and  vegetables.  There  was  Martha's 
homemade  bread.  Eight  loaves,  every  other 
day,  for  years  and  years!  (Becky  says  when 
she  went  to  high  school,  she  was  mortified  be- 
cause all  the  other  pupils  had  store  bread  in 
their  lunch  boxes  and  she  had  sandwiches 
made  out  of  homemade  bread ! ) 

Somewhere  along  the  line  Martha  began  to 
write  letters  to  one  child  or  another,  handling 
some  problem  she  could  not  always  discuss  in 
the  busy  household.  Always  kind,  always  ar- 
ticulate, these  letters  were  an  excellent 
method  of  guidance. 

Ed  Kibby  still  goes  to  bed  at  about  half 
past  seven  or  eight  o'clock  at  night.  It's  a 
habit  he  acquired  in  those  years  when  the 
house  was  full  of  children  and  the  work  was 
never  done.  He  taught  all  day  for  thirty  years 
at  the  Agricultural  School  across  the  road.  He 
rose  early,  milked  the  cow,  swept  out  the 
post  office  and  stoked  the  wood-burning 
stove  for  Martha.  After  school  he  always  had 
work  of  his  own  in  the  shop — replicas  of 
Early  American  antiques  which  he  made,  one 
piece  after  another,  for  their  own  home  and 
for  others.  By  the  time  he  had  milked  the 
cow  again,  eaten  his  supper,  he  would  listen 
to  the  news,  then  to  Amos  and  Andy,  and 
then  he  would  go  to  bed !  Maybe  that's  why 
he's  still  vigorous  and  rosy  at  seventy ! 

Martha,  too,  worked  hard.  She  was  in- 
spired by  her  great  love  for  all  the  children, 
her  ambition  to  give  them  advantages,  to  see 
that  all  of  them  turned  out  well.  How  could 
they  help  it,  with  such  examples ! 

Sometimes  one  of  the  children,  waking  at 
night,  would  hear  ma  and  pa  in  their  bed- 
room, deep  in  the  night,  talking  and  talking 
so  pleasantly  together.  It  gave  each  in  turn  a 
glimpse  of  a  relationship  the  austere  New 
England  household  did  not  advertise. 

Giggie  graduated  from  high  school  and  plans 
were  made  to  send  her  to  college.  Martha 
gathered  up  the  $100  needed  for  Giggie's  en- 
trance and  semester  fees,  and  they  all  started 
out  together  to  take  Giggie  to  Burlington  to 
enter  the  University  of  Vermont.  They  had 
car  trouble  on  the  way  and  Martha  must 
have  laid  her  purse  on  the  running  board  of 
the  car,  or  some  convenient  rock.  When  they 
got  to  Burlington,  Martha's  porketbook  with 
the  hundred  dollars  in  it  was  gone!  What  a 
calamity!  They  could  not  possibly  gel  that 
much  together  again  in  time!  Sorrowfully 
they  started  back  to  Randolph  Center,  and 
met  a  little  girl  walking  flown  the  road. 


swinging  Martha's  purse,  which  she  had  just 
found,  and  which  she  gave  up  to  them  read- 
ily. They  went  right  back  to  Burlington  and 
Giggie  entered  school  after  all!  Every  week 
and  every  month  Martha  and  Ed  managed^ 
out  of  their  small  salaries,  to  find  the  money 
for  room  and  board,  for  other  expenses. 

It  was  the  beginning  of  a  great  task,  the 
education  of  all  those  children!  At  no  time 
did  Martha  and  Ed's  joint  income  amount  tc 
more  than  $4000  a  year,  but  Giggie  and  Becky' 
and  Elgin  all  graduated  from  the  University 
of  Vermont.  Boy  graduated  from  Middlebury 
College.  Cameron  did  not  want  to  go  to  col- 
lege, but  went  to  business  school  at  Norwich1 
Babe,  not  yet  adopted  when  Giggie  startec! 
school,  went  later  to  Carlisle  School  at  Bam; 
berg,  South  Carolina,  and  then  into  thi 
Army  at  eighteen. 

How  they  ever  did  it  must  remain  some 
what  of  a  mystery.  Of  course  the  childrei 
co-operated  and  went  to  school  without  ex 
travagance.  But  they  went  decently.  Marth; 
and  Ed  did  not  expect  them  to  work,  or  to  re^ 
pay  what  their  educations  cost.  Elgin  worka 
for  his  board  his  first  year  in  college,  am 
Boy  for  his  a  half  year.  This  was  the  onl; 
money  earned  by  any  of  the  children  whir 
they  were  getting  their  educations.  Beck1 
says  her  folks  could  do  it  because  they  neve] 
spent  anything  on  themselves.  They  too] 
care  of  everything  in  good  New  Englan 
style  so  that  things  lasted.  They  had  litt 
social  life,  outside  of  the  family  and  the  / 
School.  They  practiced  a  thousand  sm; 
economies  and  self-denials  so  that  the  ch 
,  drgn  could  be  educated  well.  None  of  tht 
went  to  expensive  schools,  but  all  we 
soundly  trained.  No  one  in  the  family  h; 
.then  or  has  now  expensive  or  wasteful  habi 

ItwasatthecloseofGiggie'sfirstyearofo 
lege  that  they  got  Babe,  their  youngest  so 
their  last  child.  They  all  went  up  to  Burlin 
ton  to  get  Giggie.  While  there  they  went  to 
circus  parade.  They  could  not  afford  ticke 
to  the  circus  itself.  Afterward  Becky  wantt 
to  go  to  a  small  church  foundling  home  thi 
knew  of,  to  see  the  babies ! 

"Of  course,  we  should  have  known  better 
Martha  says.  She  was  fifty  that  year.  Bed 
was  ten  years  old.  There  in  the  foundlii 
home  was  a  little  fellow  with  dark  curls  at 
big  eyes— too  bowlegged  to  march  with  t 
other  children. 

"Mother,  we  must  take  him  home."  Bee! 
said.  But  Ed  said  no.  They  had  all  th 
could  do.  They  went  back  to  Randolph  Ce 
ter  and  Becky  cried.  Martha  cried  too.  1 
went  back  and  got  the  boy.  They  adopt  \ 
him  and  named  him  Edward  Farnh; 
Kibby,  Jr.,  and  a  thousand  times  they  ha 
wondered  what  they  would  ever  have  dc 
without  him !  They  simply  cannot  conceivo 
life  without  "Babe." 


Martha  began  to  massage  those  bov 
legs.  She  poured  cod-liver  oil  and  orange  ji 
down  the  rickety  little  fellow.  Every 
loved  him:  the  big  boys;  Giggie  and  Bee 
Aunt  Kitty  and  Aunt  Melly,  Closa 
widow;  Martha's  Cousin  Twiddie,  who  i 
in  the  house  then.  Also  "Ber"  Jones,  v 
lived  with  the  family  for  a  long  time  and  I 
her  hand  in  raising  Babe.  He  grew  tall  i 
strong,  learned  to  walk  and  talk.  He  folio* 
Becky  about  and  teased  her.  He  still  te. 
her  when  she  is  in  his  sight.  He  wore  I 
curls  until  it  was  disgraceful. 

Once  when  Babe  was  five  he  was  sleep 
on  the  big  screened  porch  out  over  the  gar 
where  Martha  and  Ed  slept.  He  got  i 
their  bed  one  morning.  They  had  been  ali 
worried  lest  Martha  lose  the  post  office  i 
had  survived  two  Democratic  and  two 
publican  administrations  because  no  orV| 
that  neighborhood  dared  try  to  take  the  |  j 
office  away  from  her    with  all  those 
dren!).  Babe,  snuggled  warm  in  their  ber 
all  the  children  had  been  snuggled  at  his 
told  them  firmly,  "Let's  not  talk  about; 
thing  that  isn't  already  settled!" 

All  the  children  were  christened  at  thel 
fount  in  the  old  Episcopal  church  in  the 
lage.  All  passed  the  plate  and  pumiied 
organ  there,  and  Old  John  passed  the  J 
when  the  l*>ys  were  gone.  All  went  to 
day  school  every  Sunday.  Each  child 
sworn  in  and  worked  in  the  |K>st  office  I 


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me  while  in  high  school  and  got  good  train- 
jig  in  doing  things  exactly  under  Martha's 
ireful  eye.  The  boys  worked  in  the  Ag 
;;hool  fields  in  the  summer.  In  the  winter  all 
le  children  slid  on  the  crust  with  Ed  and 
■ent  up  to  the  wood  lot  on  the  old  Gilbert 
'ace  for  sugaring.  That  wood  lot  is  now 
;eded  to  Babe.  Another  is  deeded  to  Cam- 
on.  Ed  owned  three  wood  lots,  and  they 
ive  been  carefully  planted  and  kept  up. 
The  children  presented  endless  problems, 
■ne  summer  Becky  sat  on  the  front  porch  all 
mmer  and  rocked  and  read  magazines.  Ex- 
jpt  to  go  across  the  road  to  play  tennis,  she 
ijd  not  bestir  herself.  Everyone  gave  her  up 
I  a  bad  job  except  Martha,  who  had  faith 
'at  Becky  would  turn  out  as  she  has,  a  me- 
vulous  housekeeper,  a  hard  worker.  Cam- 
ion at  one  stage  took  to  running  away.  Each 
me  Elgin  went  after  him  and  brought  him 
lane.  Martha,  deeply  troubled,  finally  sat 
(\meron  down  and  asked  him  bluntly  why 
li  didn't  like  home.  "But  I  love  home!" 
['protested.  'Tt's  school  I  hate." 
So  Martha  told  him  he  did  not  have  to  go 
1; school  any  longer  and  he  went  to  work. 
Lter  he  came  back  and  asked  Martha  if  she 
Kild  find  $200  so  that  he  could  go  to  busi- 
es college.  Martha  found  it.  She  always 
fc'ind  what  was  necessary,  and  she  says  that 
ps  the  best  $200  she  ever  spent,  for  at  Nor- 
r:h  Cameron  found  his  wife,  Mamie,  who 
Its  him,  and  all  of  them,  so  well. 
[There  were  Becky,  Boy  and  Babe  still  at 
p.ne.  That's  how  Babe  remembers  it  now. 
E  netimes  he  teased  Becky  so  unmercifully 
I]  t  she  would  go  "squalling"  (Babe's  word) 
u  na  and  up  the  back  stairs  Babe  would  go, 
kitight  as  he  could  make  it,  with  Martha 
f  tr  him.  It  was  a  lively  household,  for  the 
u'.dren  were  all  vital  and  full  of  mischief. 
IVrtha  and  Ed  took  a  good  many  pranks  and 
ijets  and  accidents  in  their  stride.  As  long 
8w:he  children  were  not  mean  or  deceitful, 
jrpi  could  be  overlooked. 

Kth  large  families  on  both  sides,  there  was 
ai'ncessant  parade  of  visitors,  often  as  many 
Mwenty  people  at  the  table.  So  the  children 
Bjgrew  up  with  strongly  developed  social 
jeee  and  natural  good  manners.  It  is  inter- 
jEng  that  all  of  them  learned  to  love  and  to 
■loved  successfully.  They  loved  a  joke  on 
ffltha  or  Ed.  They  firmly  believed — still 
|t|-every thing  their  mother  did  was  magic, 
fjhen  company  came  from  a  distance,  the 
Kiren  sat  enthralled  and  listened  to  the 
nfnatic  stories  of  their  own  lives. 

IjWhen  Boy  first  came  to  us  " 

ilWhen  Elgin  was  here  that  first  sum- 

M — " 

IlThe  first  time  Giggie  was  ever  in  this 
ife  " 

I  h  the  stories  began.  They  were  secure,  so 
p.m  into  the  family  ways  that  this  was  not 
I  ^timental  bond,  but  the.  deep  bond  of 
ifetri  and  tree.  The  transplanted  saplings 
ia  taken  deep  and  permanent  root.  At  sixty 
VI  tha's  hair  was  still  brown,  her  step  still 


light.  She  was  always  ready  to  laugh  or  smile, 
always  full  of  delight  in  all  the  children. 

How  did  Becky  take  all  this?  As  the  most 
natural,  the  only  way  to  live.  Already  her 
home  near  Boston  is  the  place  where  all  the 
children  go  first  when  they  leave  their  own 
homes.  Becky  says  her  parents  were  always 
so  busy,  and  often  preoccupied,  that  it  might 
seem  the  children  could  do  as  they  pleased. 
But  let  one  of  them  get  off  side  a  little,  and 
their  parents  were  swarming  all  over  them. 

There  were  a  couple  of  boys  at  the  school 
pa  didn't  want  me  to  go  with,"  Becky  re- 
members. "Of  course,  all  our  social  life  cen- 
tered in  the  Ag  School.  Dances,  parties,  the- 
atricals. It  was  handy  and  we  loved  it.  But 
still  pa  made  the  rules.  Once  I  met  those  boys 
in  the  village  and  they  asked  me  to  go  to 
Randolph  with  them  to  a  ball  game.  Pa  was 
at  the  school,  ma  in  the  post  office.  So,  I  went. 
But  I  no  more  than  sat  down  on  the  bleachers 
when  there  was  my  father,  right  before  me ! 
He  didn't  say  a  word.  Just  took  me  home. 
But  it  was  always  so  with  all  of  us." 

Finally,  except  for  Babe,  who  went  into  the 
Army,  they  were  all  out  of  college,  married, 
settled  in  their  jobs  and  on  their  way.  Martha 
and  Ed  were  alone.  That  is,  alone  for  them. 
Old  John  was  gone.  Aunt  Kitty  was  gone. 
Dot  David  was  gone.  But  Martha's  Cousin 
Twiddie  (Miss  Mary  Adelaide  Steam)  and 
"Ber"  Jones  still  live  in  the  house  with  Mar- 
tha and  Ed.  Martha  has  her  $110-a-month 
pension  from  the  Post  Office  Department. 
Ed  has  his  teacher's  pension.  Ed  also  has  all 
the  work  he  wants  to  do  as  a  cabinetmaker  or 
carpenter.  The  wood  lots,  carefully  managed, 
yield  a  little  money.  They  get  rent  from  the 
post-office  building.  They  live  much  as  they 
always  have,  with  open  hearts  and  hands. 

Ed  works  as  much  as  he  likes  and  no  more. 
But  when  he  comes  to  the  house  and  opens 
the  door  he  says,  "Martha?  Where's  Mar- 
tha? "  As  long  as  she  answers,  all  is  well  with 
him.  So  it  is  with  everyone  who  comes  or 
goes.  She  is  mild  of  manner  and  never  dic- 
tatorial. So  many  different  people  could 
never  have  lived  together  so  harmoniously  if 
the  one  person  responsible  for  all  of  them  had 
not  been  mild  and  generous. 

Martha  at  seventy-three  is  still  straight 
and  vigorous.  Her  hair  is  still  brown,  her  step 
light,  her  hand  first  in  the  work.  She's  a  Ver- 
monter,  from  a  long  line  of  Vermonters,  and 
so  is  Ed.  They  know  how  to  live  long  and 
keep  their  capacities.  Now  she  and  Ed  can 
get  in  the  car  and  go  down  to  Becky's  or 
Giggie's,  or  to  see  one  of  the  boys.  They  can 
have  them  all  home  at  Christmas.  Even 
Babe  got  home  for  Christmas  from  Alaska, 
where  he  is  stationed  in  the  Army.  Ed  makes 
beautiful  pieces  of  furniture  for  the  children. 
He  loves  them  all,  and  adores  the  grandchil- 
dren. But  he  still  loves  Martha  best. 

Perhaps  this  mature  and  steadfast  love  be- 
tween Martha  and  Ed  was  the  mainspring  of 
all  this  late  and  great  adventure  in  living,  the 
secret  of  its  wonderful  success.      the  end 


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LADIES1  HOME  JOURNAL 


January.  1<)S( 


FAMOUS  HOLLYWOOD 
STAR  AND  MOTHER 


•WE'VE  ALWA/S 


"When  colds  cause  much  coughing  or  con- 
gestion in  my  family ...  I  use  VapoRub  this 
special  way,  too— in  steam! 

"It  relieves  that  'choked-up'  feeling  and 
eases  coughing  with  every  breath." 


Special  new  relief . . . 

Yes,  Mother— Vicks  VapoRub  in  steam  actually  brings  relief 
in  seconds!  Every  breath  relieves  coughs  and  stuffiness  . . . 
helps  ease  upper  bronchial  congestion. 

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VapoRub  in  a  bowl  of  boiling  water  or  in  a  vaporizer,  as 
directed  in  package.  Then,  inhale  the  soothing  medicated 
vapors.  You'll  feel  relief  almost  instantly.  It's  grand  for  all 
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III  A II V    OF  DOMESTICITY 

(Continued  from  Page  31) 


So  you  ski  down  the  slope  and  get  out  of 
bed  again,  and  two  people  bang  into  your 
undefended  rear  and  you  push  all  the  buttons 
and  the  bed  flings  itself  back  at  you.  It  sticks 
halfway,  just  far  enough  so  the  ice-water 
cupboard  will  not  open. 

But  I  do  love  breakfast  on  a  train.  That  first 
small  cup  of  hot  black  coffee  makes  life  sud- 
denly more  interesting,  and  the  scrambled 
eggs  are  fluffy  and  the  bacon  crisp.  And  it  is 
exciting  to  spread  marmalade  on  your  toast 
while  you  are  looking  at  the  countryside  flash 
past,  the  farms,  the  little  towns,  the  big  in- 
volved cities.  In  every  little  house  I  know 
there  is  a  family,  and  a  whole  life  being  lived. 
I  always  wish  I  could  know  all  those  people ! 

I  am  always  looking  for  new  recipes  when  I 
am  away  from  home.  One  new  one  I  brought 
back  this  time  was  for  shrimp  Newburg  with 
green  rice. 

To  make  it,  you  combine  2  cups  cooked 
rice,  1  cup  chopped  parsley,  2  tablespoons 
chopped  green  onions,  M  cup  melted  butter 
or  margarine,  teaspoon  salt  and  3  slightly 
beaten  egg  yolks.  Then  you  fold  in  the 
stiffly  beaten  whites 


them.  Now  we  thaw  them  and  fill  the  centa 
with  chopped  chicken  or  fish  or  stuffing  o| 
cheese  and  crumbs  or  whatever  we  have  m 
hand,  pour  milk  over  and  bake  them,  i 
baked  ripe  cucumber  on  a  January  night  i 
really  something  to  talk  about ! 

We  keep  the  emergency  shelves  stocket 
with  an  assortment  of  canned  things— with 
can  of  mushroom  soup,  a  can  of  cream  a 
chicken  soup  and  a  can  or  so  of  lobster  ani 
shrimp  and  tuna  fish,  I  can  face  any  mea 
The  new  cream  of  chicken  soup  makes 
superb  gravy,  or  is  a  base  for  many  NewbuB 
sauces.  I  always  love  to  get  a  can  in  m 
hands  and  begin  to  imagine  what  I  can  us 
it  for  that  will  be  new  and  different. 

Now  it  is  time  to  think  about  the  new  ye^ 
that  is  coming.  When  I  was  growing  up, 
used  to  make  very  serious  lists  about  the  nej 
year.  I  made  resolves  of  all  kinds.  But  no| 
I  only  look  back  at  the  year  that  is  gone  an 
think  over  the  main  values  it  had  and  hojj 
that  I  may  establish  them  more  firmly 
the  coming  year. 

Recently  a  friend  wrote  me  that  she  at 
her    husband  \ 


(3)  and  pour  the  mix- 
ture in  a  greased  ring 
mold  and  bake  in  a 
pan  of  hot  water  for 
25  minutes  in  a  mod- 
erate oven  (350°  F.). 
Unmold  it  on  a  hot 
platter  and  fill  with 
the  shrimp.  For  the 
shrimp,  melt  4  table- 
spoons butter  or  mar- 
garine in  a  pan,  add 
4  tablespoons  flour. 
When  smooth,  stir  in 
2  cups  milk;  when 
this  is  thickened, 
add  salt,  pepper, 
teaspoon  dry  mus- 
tard, pinch  of  cay- 
enne, and  4  table- 
spoons Madeira  if 
you  like  it.  Cook  the 
sauce  over  boiling 
water  about  15  min- 
utes. Let  cool  a  little, 
stir  in  2  egg  yolks 
beaten  with  1  cup 
heavy  cream,  then 
add  2  pounds  cooked 
shrimp  and  heat  until 
shrimp  is  hot.  If  you 
use  frozen  or  canned 
shrimp,  you  can  do 
just  about  as  well- 


★  ★★★★★★★★ 


By  Marjttrie  Lederer  Lee 

Some  will  turn  cart  wheels  for 
cookies, 

And  some  for  a  soda  go  wild; 
And  many  are  paid 
With  a  pink  lemonade — 

But  I  have  a  lollipop  child. 

Some  crave  a  sled  or  a  scooter, 
And  some  a  mechanical  toy; 
And  lots  will  succumb 
For  a  package  of  gum — 
But  I  have  a  lollipop  boy. 

Oh,  I've  pled  and  I've  plied  him 

with  kisses, 
With  treasure,  with  theory  .  .  .  but 

still, 

From  the  moon  to  the  ground 
Not  a  thing  have  I  found 
That  can  do  what  a  lollipop  will! 


-or  canned  lobster. 


This  makes  a  good  party  dish  for  a  winter- 
night  supper. 

One  of  our  favorite  Saturday-night  dishes 
is  baked  salt  pork.  This  is  typically  New  Eng- 
land, and,  as  mamma  would  say,  it  sticks  to 
the  ribs. 

I  soak  a  good-sized  piece  (1  to  2  pounds) 
of  salt  pork  overnight  in  milk.  Then  I 
make  cuts  in  the  rind  about  an  inch  deep,  a 
half  inch  apart,  and  fill  the  cuts  with  a  good 
bread  stuffing.  I  pepper  it  well,  dust  with 
paprika  and  chopped  parsley  or  celery 
leaves,  put  it  in  a  baking  pan  and  pour  in  a 
cup  of  fresh  milk.  I  bake  it  in  a  moderate 
oven  (350°  F.),  allowing  45  minutes  to  the 
pound.  An  hour  before  dinnertime.  I  pour  off 
most  of  the  fat  and  put  in  scrubbed  sweet  po- 
tatoes and  a  few  tart  apples.  When  the  meat 
and  potatoes  are  done,  I  pour  off  more  fat 
and  make  a  pan  gravy  of  the  drippings.  Won- 
derful with  crisp  coleslaw  or  pickled  rosy 
beets.  For  dessert,  fruit,  for  this  is  a  hearty 
meal. 

With  the  freezer,  meals  are  no  problem 
even  if  we  are  snowed  in.  We  keep  extra 
bread  and  butter  on  hand,  and  put  in  cakes 
and  c<x)kies  when  we  bake.  Pies  are  easy,  and 
I  think  the  frozen  ones  are  even  tenderer.  Jill 
tried  freezing  cucumbers  for  baking  this  sea- 
son, since  the  lovely  ri|)e  cucumbers  are  so  de- 
lirious stuffed  and  baked.  She  steamed  them 
until  almost  tender  and  laid  them  on  those 
new  paper  pie  plates  with  metal  edging,  cov- 
ered them  with  freezer  paper  and  sealed 


never  going  to  bri 
any  children  into  t 
world,  because  tl 
was  no  world  to  bri 
them  into.  In  a  cu 
ous  fashion,  this  let 
did  a  great  deal 
me.  I  had  been  a  lit 
discouraged  thatd 
for  the  papers  w 
so  ominous  and 
atom  bomb  cast 
black  shadow  o\ 
everything.  But  a; 
laid  her  letter  dowi 
felt  such  a  surge 
faith  in  life  as  I  b 
not  felt  for  some  tir 
I  began  to  cast  up  1 
account  of  living  a 
I  was  overcome  at 
the  beauty  and 
der  still  furnished! 
us  on  this  old  eartfl 
could,  I  thouglj 
write  a  whole  book 
things  that  makei 
wonderful. 

Being  a  count 
woman.  I  natUDj 
began  with  my 
The  sight  of  a 
lilac  bush  in  bl 
the  familiar  magic  of  moonlight  wot 
enough  to  live  for,  I  thought.  Multiply  thi 
all  the  loveliness  in  sky  and  on  land  and 
the  water,  and  the  imagination  is  staggl| 
with  richness. 

Besides  all  the  wonders  which  we  accej 
casually,  most  of  us  know  the  infinite  won 
of  friendship,  of  love,  and  we  accept  tt 
too,  without  measuring  their  worth. 

January  nights  fall  sudden  and  soon, 
the  days  are  not  long  enough.  We  tell 
selves  that  now  we  have  those  long  wi 
evenings  when  we  can  do  so  many  nice 
side  things.  But  how  fast  those  evening! 

We  play  a  symphony,  brush  a  puppy  ( 
finish  a  chapter  in  the  new  book.  Maybe 
a  few  bits  on  the  gray  linen  Swedish  tl 
cloth  which  I  may  finish  in  ten  years.  Til 
is  time  for  a  little  popcorn  because  the 
are  just  glowing. 

And  the  old  clock  with  its  leaden  we} 
suddenly  strikes  the  bedtime  hour.  Wher 
that  long  winter  evening  go,  anyway? 

Time  for  a  last  whiff  of  snowy  air  as  II 
and  Maeve  and  Little  Sister  and  I ,indl 
out.  The  stars  are  still  and  high  in  the 
sky.  The  air  has  that  incredible  purti 
winter.  A  single  light  glows  from  the  D 
bor's  window. 

The  dogs  rush  back,  bringing  fcatht 
snow  on  their  noses  and  balls  of  ice  on 
paws.  Ksme  moves  into  the  hearth,  ck 
the  embers,  and  delicately  yawns. 

And  so  to  bed,  while  the  little  white  I 
Keeps  its  own  snug  in  the  drifts.  THK 

Prlntod  In  lf| 


FEBRI  AaY,  l»SO 


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AMERICAN  BEAUTIES 


UEI.EIV  RYAN 

A/bony,  New  York 
Sin-  tint  ln-r  in >• " 


The  Utile  PriiUH^Sr-Continuing  thr  story  of  Britain's  Royal  Famil 

The  Btoose^ife  Wlth  10  Thumbs-How  America  Lives  family. 

THI  >l«»  IbM'lor—  Beginning  a  new  series  ever)  woman  should  read. 

The  Hiiier  Herb— Complrn-in-one-issue  novel— NeKa  Gardner  U  hite 

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Keep  your  WHOLE  mouth  WHOLESOME .' 


care.  Take  this  vital  precaution— use  doubly-effective  Ipana  care*  for  In  allliier 
teeth,  healthier  gums— better  all-around  protection  for  your  whole  mouthl 


Fight  iooih  rfecay  mi  gum  troubles  Both  I 


Only  one  leading  tooth  paste  is  designed  to  give  you  this  double  protection 

If  you  want  a  healthier,  more  wholesome  mouth, 
dentists  warn  you  to  take  this  most  important  pre- 
caution :  protect  your  gums  as  well  as  your  teeth. 

For  *um  troubles  not  only  cause  more  tooth 
losses  than  decay  itself.  Unhealthy  teeth  and  gums 
BOTH  actually  breed  unpleasant  breath. 

That's  why  you  need  to  fight  tooth  decay  and  gum 
troubles  BOTH  — with  doubly -effective  Ipana  care. 
No  other  dentifrice  has  proved  more  effective 
than  Ipana  in  fighting  tooth  decay.  For  every  time, 
any  time  you  use  Ipana,  you  combat  the  bacteria 
that  cause  cavities. 

And  no  other  leading  tooth  paste  is  specially  de- 


signed to  fight  gum  troubles,  too.  For  [pana's 
unique  formula  actually  stimulates  gum  circula- 
tion—promotes healthier  gums. 
So  get  Ipana  and  get  double  protection  — to  help 
keep  your  whole  mouth  wholesome!  You'll  like 
that  wholesome  Ipana  flavor,  too.  It's  refreshing! 

^Here's  doubly-effective  Ipana  care 

1.  Between  regular  visits  to  your  dentist,  brush  all 
tooth  surfaces  with  Ipana  at  least  twice  a  day. 

2.  Then  massage  gums  the  way  your  dentist  ad- 
vises. Ipana's  formula  reduces  tooth  decay,  pro- 
motes healthier  gums  — helps  keep  your  whole 
mouth  wholesome!  Get  Ipana  Tooth  Paste  today. 


Healthier  teeth,  healthier  gums ... 


IPANA  for  Both .' 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


February,  \% 


Brisk 
without  Bustle 


Apple-tizing  Rice  Krispies  is  this 
month's  Kellogg-Quickie.  When  you 
have  baked  apples  or  applesauce  on 
hand — center  your  fruit  in  golden 
Rice  Krispies.  A  real  breakfast  main 
dish  ...  for  Rice  Krispies  contain 
most  of  the  nutritive  values  of 
whole  brown  rice. 


From  mother  of  four: 

"Rice  Krispies  are  es- 
pecially easy  for  two- 
year-old  Mary  to  spoon 
up  without  help!"  notes 
Mrs.  Donald  Saunders 
of  Maplewood,  N.  J. 
"But  all  six  of  us  go  for  ■ 
Rice  Krispies  ...  for  that  snap!  crackle! 
pop!" 


"  "Teen-agers.  Going 
^  without  breakfast 
knocks  you  out  fast!" 
says  Betty  Betz — col- 
umnist for  young  Amer- 
icans. "By  mid-morning 
you're  starving,  so  you 
wrestle  with  a  fattening 
sweet.  Start  the  day  with  a  breakfast 
main  dish  of  your  favorite  Kellogg  cereal, 
plenty  of  milk  and  fruit — a  real  send-off ! " 


Recipe's  on  the  box! 

"A  batch  of  Rice  Kris- 
pies Marshmallow 
Squares  takes  no  time. 
And  they  go  over  big  for 
lunch  boxes  and  Scout 
meetings!"  writes  Mrs. 
M.  F.  Gregg  of  Glendale, 
Cal.  "Also,  the  children  like  to  fix  their 
own  Rice  Krispies  for  after-school 
snacks!" 


"We  are  seven  at  the 

breakfast  table.  And 
how  do  I  please  all  our 
gang?  With  that  10-box 
choice  in  Kellogg's 
VARIETY.  It's  the  as- 
sortment that  doesn't 
/  S*  let  us  down,  because 
every  cereal  is  a  real  favorite!"  says 
Mrs.  W.  M.  Cramp  of  Old  Greenwich, 
Conn. 


"I  love  my  handsome 

Kellogg's  'Signature' 
Silverware,  just  received. 
A  beautiful  bargain!" 
writes  Mrs.  Earl  T. 
Rowland  of  Santa  Ana, 
Cal.  Yes,  start  a  silver- 
ware set  with  4  tea- 
spoons— each  with  your  initial.  Send 
only  75£  and  the  end  with  white  star 
from  Kellogg's  VARIETY  PACKAGE 
Center  section  of  package  gives  details. 

Do  you  have  ideas  about  Kellogg's 
cereals?  Do  drop  a  note  to  Barbara 
B.  Brooks,  c/o  Kellogg's,  Box  303, 
Battle  Creek,  Mich. 

Copyright  1060,  by  Ki-IIokk  Co. 

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of  tin:  Ki-Mokk  Company  for  IU  own  poppiil  nix. 


A  KRISPIE  GOOD  MORNIN". 


•  •  • 


a  barrel  of  fun  in  this  breakfast  main  dish  that  goes  snap!  crackle!  pop! 


Breafefesfc  Quiz 


Q.  Which  assortment  is 

the  whiz? 
A.  Kellogg's  Variety— 
Gives  a  pack  of  picking  fa 
Favorites  here  for  everyon 

10-box  choice,  7  cereal  favorites 

Motte  Knows  ABes< 


Your  mouth  and  breath  are  more  wholesome  — sweeter,  cleaner  — when  you 
guard  against  tootli  decay  and  gum  troubles  both.  So  don't  ri<k  halfway  dental 


care.  Take  this  vital  precaution— use  doubly-effective  Tpuna  care*  for  healthier 
teeth,  healthier  gums  —  better  all-around  protection  for  your  whole  mouth! 


fight  iooih  rfecay  anrf  gum  troubles  Both ! 


i 


Only  one  leading  tooth  paste  is  designed  to  give  you  this  double  protection 


f  you  want  a  healthier,  more  wholesome  mouth, 
flentists  warn  you  to  take  this  most  important  pre- 
aution :  protect  your  gums  as  ivell  as  your  teeth. 

"or  gum  troubles  not  only  cause  more  tooth 
osses  than  decay  itself.  Unhealthy  teeth  and  gums 
JOTH  actually  breed  unpleasant  breath. 

That's  why  you  need  to  fight  tooth  decay  and  gum 
roubles  BOTH  — with  doubly -effective  Ipana  care. 

Vo  other  dentifrice  has  proved  more  effective 
han  Ipana  in  fighting  tooth  decay.  For  every  time, 
ny  time  you  use  Ipana,  you  combat  the  bacteria 
hat  cause  cavities. 

nd  no  other  leading  tooth  paste  is  specially  de- 


signed to  fight  gum  troubles,  too.  For  [pana's 
unique  formula  actuall)  stimulates  gum  circula- 
tion—promotes healthier  gums. 

So  get  Ipana  and  gel  double  protection  — to  help 
keep  your  whole  mouth  wholesome!  You'll  like 
that  wholesome  Ipana  flavor,  too.  It's  refreshing! 

Here's  doubly-effective  Ipana  care 

1.  Between  regular  \  isits  to  your  dentist,  brush  all 
tooth  surfaces  with  Ipana  at  leasl  twice  a  day 

2.  Then  massage  gums  the  way  your  dentist  ad- 
vises, [pana's  formula  reduces  tooth  decay,  pro- 
motes healthier  gums  — helps  keep  your  whole 
mouth  wholesome!  Gel  Ipana  Tooth  Paste  today. 


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LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


February,  1950 


Brisk 
Breafe&sts 
without  Bustle 


Apple-tizing  Rice  Krispies  is  this 
month's  Kellogg-Quickie.  When  you 
have  baked  apples  or  applesauce  on 
hand — center  your  fruit  in  golden 
Rice  Krispies.  A  real  breakfast  main 
dish  .  .  .  for  Rice  Krispies  contain 
most  of  the  nutritive  values  of 
whole  brown  rice. 


From  mother  of  four: 

"Rice  Krispies  are  es- 
pecially easy  for  two- 
year-old  Mary  to  spoon 
up  without  help!"  notes 
Mrs.  Donald  Saunders 
of  Maplewood,  N.  J. 
"But  all  six  of  us  go  for  „  -  . 
Rice  Krispies  . . .  for  that  snap!  crackle! 
pop!" 


"Teen-agers.  Going 
without  breakfast 
knocks  you  out  fast!" 
says  Betty  Betz — col- 
umnist for  young  Amer- 
icans. "By  mid-morning 
you're  starving,  so  you 
wrestle  with  a  fattening 
sweet.  Start  the  day  with  a  breakfast 
main  dish  of  your  favorite  Kellogg  cereal, 
plenty  of  milk  and  fruit — a  real  send-off ! ' ' 


Recipe's  on  the  box! 

"A  batch  of  Rice  Kris- 
pies Marshmallow 
Squares  takes  no  time. 
And  they  go  over  big  for 
lunch  boxes  and  Scout 
meetings!"  writes  Mrs. 
M.  F.  Gregg  of  Glendale, 
Cal.  "Also,  the  children  like  to  fix  their 
own  Rice  Krispies  for  after-school 
snacks!" 


"We  ore  seven  at  the 

breakfast  table.  And 
how  do  I  please  all  our 
gang?  With  that  10-box 
choice  in  Kellogg's 
VARIETY.  It's  the  as- 
sortment that  doesn't 
let  us  down,  because 
every  cereal  is  a  real  favorite!"  says 
Mrs.  W.  M.  Cramp  of  Old  Greenwich, 
Conn. 


"I  love  my  handsome 

Kellogg's  'Signature' 
Silverware,  just  received . 
A  beautiful  bargain!" 
writes  Mrs.  Earl  T. 
Rowland  of  Santa  Ana, 
Cal.  Yes,  start  a  silver- 
ware set  with  4  tea- 
spoons— each  with  your  initial.  Send 
only  75^  and  the  end  with  white  star 
from  Kellogg's  VARIETY  PACKAGE. 
Center  section  of  package  gives  details. 

Do  you  have  ideas  about  Kellogg's 
cereals?  Do  drop  a  note  to  Barbara 
B.  Brooks,  c/o  Kellogg's,  Box  303, 
Battle  Creek,  Mich. 

Copyright  lft.r/0,  try  KfU'tUU  Co 

■■U\vi-  Kri.HplirM"  in  a  trademark  <  It«-*t.  D,  H.  I'al  Off.) 
of  the  KcllOKit  Company  tor  Its  own  popped  rico. 


A  KRISPIE  GOOD  MORN  I 

a  barrel  of  fun  in  this  breakfast  main  dish  that  goes  snap!  cracklel  pop! 


Breakfast;  Quiz 


Q.  Which  assortment  is 
the  whiz? 

A.  Kellogg's  Variety— 
Gives  a  pack  of  picking  fun! 
Favorites  here  for  everyone! 

10-box  choice,  7  cereal  favorites 

Mother:  Knows  A3est\ 


Journal 


Contents 


February,  19511 

VOL.  LXVII,  No.  2 


Each  month  the  Journal  cover  fea- 
tures an  Undiscovered  American 
Beauty — a  girl  who  has  never  previ- 
ously modeled  for  money.  Nomina- 
tions are  submitted  by  photographers 
throughout  the  country. 

Helen  Neumann  Ryan  is  the  first 
of  our  Undiscovered  American  Beau- 
ties to  be  married.  It  happened  only 
the  day  after  she  was  photographed 
for  the  cover,  and  her  recollection 
of  both  events  is  a  little  confused: 
"I  just  remember  it  was  pretty  hec- 
tic." Tom  Ryan  was  the  tall  and 
handsome  lifeguard  at  Jones  Beach 
whom  Helen  had  fallen  for  two 
summers  before  when  he  came  over 
to  coach  her  on  diving.  She  soon 
found  he  wasn't  any  better  than  she 
was  (she  became  a  member  of  the 
water  ballet)  but  she  discovered  he 
had  other  talents  as  well. 

So  now  the  Ryans  live  in  a  little 
apartment  in  Albany,  while  Tom 
studies  law  on  the  G.  I.  Bill.  Helen 
keeps  house  and  has  a  $35-a-week 
job  in  the  laboratories  of  the  New 
York  State  Health  Department.  She 
prepares  vaccine  for  rabbits  and 
mice  on  her  job,  but  she'd  rather 
prepare  pies  and  cakes  for  her  hus- 
band. Tom  can  haolly  wait  for  the 
time  when  she  has  more  time. 

"Medicine"  for  mice 

PHOTO  BY  CLAUDE  W.  HUSTON 


Supper  for  two 


PHOTO  BY  CLAUDE  W.  HUSTC 


<  ouipU-t«—lu-4»iie-l**u«>  \ovel 

The  Bitter  Herb  Veto  Gardner  White  31 

Fiction 

Letters  to  the  Editor  V/arv  MeSherry  36 

Danny  Nathaniel  Benchley  38 

Florian  Steam  Hotlis  and  Hi  nnie  Harm's  52 

Special  Features 

The  Progress  of  a  Journal  Editorial    .   .   .   .Dorothy  Thompson  II 

It's  Character  That  Counts  Robert  G.  Dunlop  1  1 

Tell  Me  Doctor  Henry  B.  Safford,  M.  D.  3 1 

The  Little  Princesses  (Second  part  of  eight)  .   Marion  Crawford  40 

Profile  of  Youth:  Young  in  the  West   54 

No  Place  for  Dudes   56 

There's  a  Man  in  the  House  Harlan  Miller  75 

How  America  Lives: 

"I'm  the  Housewife  With  Ten  Thumbs"  .  Marthedith  Stauffer  151 

l*eneral  Features 

Our  Readers  Write  Us   4 

Under-Cover  Stuff  Bernardine  Kielty  14 

Girls'  Club  .  .  .  Worcester,  Massachusetts   23 

Finding  Your  Community  Project  Margaret  Hickey  23 

Reference  Library   24 

Making  Marriage  Work  Clifford  R.  Adams  26 

Why  Doesn't  He  Call?  (The  Sub-Deb)  Edited  by  Maureen  Daly  28 

Fifty  Years  Ago  in  the  Journal  •  Journal  About  Town   ....  33 

Ask  Any  Woman  Marcelene  Cox  107 

This  is  a  Dentist-Dodger  Munro  Leaf  118 

Diary  of  Domesticity  Gladys  Taber  148 

Preadolescents 

Need  Understanding  Too  ....    Dr.  Herman  N.  Bundesen  185 

FasbiuuM  and  Beauty 

There's  Something  About  Her  Wilhela  Cushman  48 

The  Journal's  Little  Gem  of  a  Wardrobe  ....  Nora  O'Leary  50 

American  Beaut v's  $91 .80  Career  Wardrobe .    Cynthia  \ fcAdoo  126 

Short  Order  Beauty  Tricks  Dawn  Crowell  Norman  158 

Patterns  for  Small  Fry  Nora  O'Leary  161 

Food  and  HiHiieniaking 

Fine  for  February  Ann  Batchelder  58 

Line  a  Day  Ann  Batchelder  60 

Conversation  Piece  Ruth  Mills  'league  136 

Quick  and  Easys  for  Two  Louella  G.  Shotier  111 

A  Letter  to  Peggy                                     Margaret  Davidson  162 

Architecture  and  Interior  lleroration 

Florida  at  Its  Finest  Richard  Pratt  46 

Budget  Living  Room  for  $350   Henrietta  Murdoch  178 

Poetry 

To  My  Valentine  Huldah  Jane  Kenley  65 

Night  for  Children  Robert  /'.  Tristram  Coffin  73 

The  Craftsman  Ernestine  Cobern  Beyer  83 

Tell  Me  the  Snow  is  Lovely  Marlon  Llneaweaver  07 

Literature  Elizabeth  McFarland  1 1  I 

A  Sentimental  Effort  Joan  iucourt  116 

Lincoln's  Foster  Mother  Ethel  Burnett  de  \  ito  134 

Valentine  for  Year-round  Use  .    .    .    Georgie  Starbuck  Galbraith  167 

Cover:  I'liotoifraph  by  Claude  \\  .  Huston 


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I .  \  1  > I K S ■  HOME  JOURNAL 


February,  Rill 


Brisk 
Breakfasts 
without  Bustle 


Apple-tiiing  Rice  Krispies  is  this 
month's  Kellogg-Quickie.  When  you 
have  baked  apples  or  applesauce  on 
hand — center  your  fruit  in  golden 
Rice  Krispies.  A  real  breakfast  main 
dish  ...  for  Rice  Krispies  contain 
most  of  the  nutritive  values  of 
whole  brown  rice. 


From  mother  of  four: 

"Rice  Krispies  are  es- 
pecially easy  for  two- 
year-old  Mary  to  spoon 
up  without  help!"  notes 
Mrs.  Donald  Saunders 
of  Maplewood,  N.  J. 
"But  all  six  of  us  go  for  ^  - 
Rice  Krispies  ...  for  that  snap!  crackle! 
pop!" 


9 


I  "Teen-agers.  Going 
without  breakfast 
knocks  you  out  fast!" 
says  Betty  Betz — col- 
umnist for  young  Amer- 
icans. "By  mid-morning 
you're  starving,  so  you 
wrestle  with  a  fattening 
sweet.  Start  the  day  with  a  breakfast 
main  dish  of  your  favorite  Kellogg  cereal, 
plenty  of  milk  and  fruit — a  real  send-off  I" 


Recipe's  on  the  box! 

"A  batch  of  Rice  Kris- 
pies Marshmallow 
Squares  takes  no  time. 
And  they  go  over  big  for 
lunch  boxes  and  Scout 
meetings!"  writes  Mrs. 
M.  F.  Gregg  of  Glendale, 
Cal.  "Also,  the  children  like  to  fix  their 
own  Rice  Krispies  for  after-school 
snacks!" 


M-  "We  are  seven  at  the 

^^H^l      breakfast  table.  And 
m    how  do  I  please  all  our 
Si  ■    gang?  With  that  10-box 
W.X-v  W   choice  in  Kellogg's 
r     VARIETY.  It's  the  as- 
..^Ji^"  sortment  that  doesn't 

^  /  7*  let  us  down,  because 
every  cereal  is  a  real  favorite!"  says 
Mrs.  W.  M.  Cramp  of  Old  Greenwich, 
Conn. 


"I  love  my  handsome 

Kellogg's  'Signature' 
Silverware,  just  received. 
A  beautiful  bargain!" 
writes  Mrs.  Earl  T. 
Rowland  of  Santa  Ana, 
Cal.  Yes,  start  a  silver- 
ware set  with  4  tea- 
spoons— each  with  your  initial.  Send 
only  75ff  and  the  end  with  white  star 
from  Kellogg's  VARIETY  PACKAGE. 
Center  section  of  package  gives  details. 

Do  you  have  ideas  about  Kellogg's 
cereals?  Do  drop  a  note  to  Barbara 
B.  Brooks,  c/o  Kellogg's,  Box  303, 
Battle  Creek,  Mich. 

Cowridhl  I *,',«,  hy  K<-I1»kk  Co. 

"Mar  Krlapiea"  la  •  trm<lem»rk  <H«k  V.  H.  1'at  Off.) 
of  the  KclloKtf  Company  for  Us  oven  \i*>wA  ric«. 


IT  YAH 


make  knitting 


PLER. . . 

because  you  can  match  any  color  any 
time.  The  yarns  are  top-dyed, 
eliminating  the  necessity  of 
dye  lot  numbers. 


because  at  a  budget  price, 
you  can  make  your  own 
exclusive  creations. 


because  the  garment  you  knit 
will  a/ways  fit  if  you  follow 
the  simple  washing  directions 
on  each  skein  band. 


LOOK  FOR  THE  "BOTANY" 
BRAND  LABEL  ON 
PRODUCTS  FOR  MEN,  WOMEN 
AND  CHILDREN. 

•  "•OTANY"  If  A  TNAtHMAIlN  01  IOTANY 

MILLI.  INC    Mil AK.  N   J.  MO   0.  •.  PAT. 

err.  copyiuqht  itfto.  sotaht  nun.  inc. 

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Our  Readers 
^\fite  us 


Amrrican  Wives  Have  a  finch 

Ghent,  Belgium. 

Dear  Editors:  Do  American  women 
really  think  they  are  badly  off?  How  would 
they  like  to  change  places  with  the  aver- 
age housewife  in  Belgium? 

Having  been  brought  up  in  Chicago, 
this  life  is  quite  a  come-down  for  me.  My 
husband  is  the  loyal  good  kind,  but  he 
doesn't  realize  any  more  than  any  Amer- 
ican husband  that  a  wife  needs  a  bit  of 
praise  now  and  then  to  keep  her  going.  In 
this  country  a  day  runs  like  this:  Get  up  at 
six  in  the  morning  (wife  gets  up  first),  chop 
a  few  sticks  (hubby  usually  forgets)  and 
light  the  kitchen  range,  fill  the  coal 
scuttle,  and  get  the  tea  kettle  boiling  for 
breakfast;  grind  your  own  coffee  (by  hand 
of  course). 

After  getting  the  family  up  and  off  to 
school  or  work,  the  day's  work  begins.  To 
wash  dishes  you  get  water  from  an  old- 
fashioned  iron  pump.  You  do  everything 
the  hard  way. 

The  entire  ground  floor  is  tiled  and 
that  means  scrubbing  every  day  and  mop- 
ping up  by  hand.  Cooking  is  done  over  a 
hot  fire  —  no  pressure  cookers  here  (except 
for  the  very  rich).  No  steam  heat.  No 
furnaces. 

Hubby  comes  first  in  everything.  A  na- 
tional custom,  not  only  in  my  home  but 
everywhere  else.  Wife  keeps  the  dinner 
warm  until  he  feels  inclined  to  come  home. 
He  then  goes  straight  to  sleep  in  the  easiest 
chair  in  the  house  while  his  wife  washes 
the  dinner  dishes.  He  goes  to  bed  and  to 
sleep  quickly,  so  he  won't  hear  the  neat 
little  bed  sermon  which  she  has  prepared 
for  him. 

I  do  wish  American  housewives  could 
come  over  and  see  for  themselves,  and 
realize  what  a  fine  happy  country  they 
live  in,  and  how  very  respectful,  loving, 
and  lenient  American  husbands  really  are. 

Yours  very  truly, 

MRS.  DEE. 


Let's  Change  to  >len 

Fairfax,  California. 
Dear  Editors:  For  heaven's  sake,  get  a 
cover  fit  to  look  at  for  a  change.  Same  old 
monotonous  faces.  If  you  must  have  faces, 
try  a  man's  for  a  change,  something  a  wom- 
an could  take  interest  in. 

Sincerely, 
A  READER. 


Woman  Power 

New  York  City. 

Dear  Editors: 

"Never  underestimate 

the  power  of  a  woman"; 
Never  overlook  the  fact 

the  lovely  critter's  human; 
Never  undertake  to  dodge 

the  Journal's  simple  dictum  — 
Let  her  have  her  own  sweet  way 

and  like  it.  Signed:  a  victim. 

KENNETH  GROESBECK. 


Sex  Knowledge  Aids  .Marriage 

Camp  Hill,  Pennsylvania. 
Dear  Editors i  My  knowledge  of  sex  was 
gained  through  word-of-mouth  informa- 
tion and  at  home  where  my  mother  never 
hesitated  to  tell  me  what  I  asked.  When  I 
became  engaged,  my  knowledge  was  broad- 
ened by  an  excellent  course  at  the  loeal 
Y.M.C.A.  Coed  (  ltd)  where  your  own 
Dr.  Clifford  Adams  was  a  speaker  several 
times. 

Today,  Bftet  two  years  of  marriage,  I 
leel  that  we  have  a  healthier,  happier  and 
i  ii  In  !  life  than  many  couples,  married 
years  longer.  We  have  achieved  a  perfect 
union  in  our  relationship  by  stalling  out 
pun-  together.  We  never  had  any  insinua- 
tion denied  us  and  out  information  was 
nevei  used  until  we  wen-  married.  AM  the 
nilies  who  wish   this  information  kept 


from  the  teens.  I  feel,  are  wrong.  If  we're 
taught  more  practical  things,  such  as  liv- 
ing and  getting  along  with  others,  maybe 
there  will  be  fewer  wars  and  divorces  and 
depravity  in  the  world. 

Sincerely, 
( Name  withheld  hy  request.) 

Idaho  Women  tin  On  Forever 

Twin  Falls.  Idaho. 

Hi  Editors:  About  that  "youngest 
grandma"  in  your  letters'  column  ■  

Way  out  here  in  the  Idaho  sagebrush, 
even  pioneer  women  look  like  spring 
chickens.  I  became  a  grandmom  at  46, 
wrote  my  first  book  at  49,  plan  to  start 
breaking  broncos  at  60. 

And  for  an  Idaho  female  that's  just 
nothing. 

Long  may  you  flourish, 
INEZ  PUCKETT  McEWEN. 


P.S.  Gal  in  center  is  my  27-year-old  off- 
spring, brunette  at  end  is  her  pal,  teetery 
party  at  left  is  yours  truly. 

A  t.irl  Needs  a  Had 

New  York  City. 

Dear  Editors:  I  am  a  great  believer  in 
having  fathers  know  their  young  daugh- 
ters better  in  their  formative  years.  I  have 
tried  this  out  myself  with  my  own  daugh- 
ter and  it  has  worked  out  splendidly.  I 
wish  it  could  do  the  same  for  the  fathers  I 
know  whose  business  and  golf  dates  come 
first,  and  the  daughters  a  poor  second,  if  at 
all.  As  a  result  fathers  and  daughters  do 
not  by  any  means  enjoy  the  close  relation- 
ship that  exists  between  mothers  and 
daughters. 

We  seldom,  if  ever,  hear  of  a  father,  hap- 
pily married,  who  spends  part  of  his  vaca- 
tion exclusively  with  his  daughter.  I  have 
done  this,  and  believe  me  when  I  say  my 
daughter  and  I  deeply  cherish  those  happy 
times  together. 

Cordially, 
CHARLES  W.  PERSON. 

►  Your  editor  took  his  daughter  trout  fish- 
ing when  she  was  nine  — taught  her,  by 
inadvertently  upsetting  it,  how  not  to 
upset  a  canoe.  ED. 

HelieveN  Kindness  a  Mistake 

Seattle,  Washington. 

Dear  Editors:  When  1  went  to  high 
school  1  certainly  experienced  the  "crowd 
cruelties." 

My  first  error  was  my  parents.  They 
couldn't  give  me  nice  enough  clothes. 
And  I  was  too  polite.  Several  times  I  wan 
"given  the  word"  because  I  thanked 
my  teachers  when  they  gave  me  help 
Once  I  made  the  mistake  of  telling  a  girl 
what  a  beautiful  voice  she  possessed.  If 
I  had  told  her  that  her  Bweatel  mull 
have  cost  ten  dollars  she  would  have  IxT'tl 
complimented. 

((  iintinued  on  I'agr  d) 


LAD  IKS'  HOMK  JOl  1!  \  \| 


Your  First  Cake  of  Camay  means  a  lovelier  you! 


A  lovely  complexion  helps  dreams  come 
true!  And  you  can  have  a  smoother, 
softer  skin  with  your  very  first  cake  of 
Camay.  Just  change  to  regular  care  — and 
use  only  Camay.  Let  no  lesser  soap  touch 
your  skin— and  you'll  soon  be  lovelier! 

Camay— all  that 
A  Beauty  Soap  Should  Be 

Where  in  the  world  will  you  find  a 
finer  beauty  soap  than  Camay?  Camay 
is  mildness  itself.  It  caresses  your  cheek 
with  its  gentle,  creamy  lather  and  brings 
you  that  "beautifully  cared-for"  look. 
And  no  other  soap  has  ever  quite 
captured  Camay's  flattering  fragrance. 
A  finer  soap  than  Camay  does 
not  exist.  No  wonder  Camay  is  called 
"The  Soap  of  Beautiful  Women." 


HERE'S  THE  LOVE  STORY  OF 
THIS  LOVELY  CAMAY  BRIDE! 


MRS    WILLIAM  W.  TWIST    -nee  Shirley  Morqorel  Huytlce-    lovely  Comoy  Bride  of  Toronto.  Conoda.  Bridal 


i  by 


Something  sparked  in 

their  hearts  when  Bill 
and  Shirley  first  met. 
But  he  was  in  the  Royal 
Canadian  Air  Force  and 
romance  had  to  wait. 
They  announced  their 
engagement  later— when 
classmates  at  the  Univer- 
sity of  Toronto. 


famous  artist  has  painted  Shirley's  portrait  three 
imes!  She's  such  a  lovely  subject!  Shirley  says: 
Camay's  so  gentle  and  fine.  My  first  cake  made  a 
■'Onderful  difference  in  my  skin.  And  I  love  Camay's 
elicate  flower-like  fragrance!" 


Twists'  honeymoon  included  a 
triage  ride  to  the  top  of  famous 
t.  Royal.  They  had  a  clear  and 
)udless  day  —  but  Shirley's  com-  *i 
exion's  even  clearer.  Camay's  rich, 
xurious  lather  can  do  wonderful 
ings  for  your  skin,  too! 


Camay 


The  Soap  of  Beautiful  Women 


I.VDIKS'  HOME  JOURNAL 


February,  1950 


. . .  Philadelphia  Brand  fits 
in  wonderfully. ..  so  rich 
. . .  so  fresh  in  flavor! 


ON  BREAKFAST  TOAST  Philadelphia 
Brand  Cream  Cheese  and  a  little 
tart  jelly  is  grand.  Treat  your  folks 
to  this  delicate,  fresh  cream  cheese 
tomorrow  morning. 


IN  LUNCHEON  SANDWICHES  Phila- 
delphia Brand  Cream  Cheese  is 
swell!  For  a  change,  try  it  with 
jelly,  peanut  butter  or  mix  in 
chopped  nuts  or  chives. 


IN  SALADS  Philadelphia  Brand 
Cream  Cheese  adds  a  smooth,  ricl 
touch.  Top  your  favorite  fruit 
salad  with  "Philadelphia"  that  has 
been  whipped  up  with  a  little  milk. 


THERE   IS  ONLY  ONE 


FOR  DESSERT,  soften  "Philadelphia" 
with  a  little  milk,  whip  until  light 
and  fluffy.  Use  as  a  topping  for 
fruit  tarts,  gingerbread  or  baked 
apples.  Delicious! 


EAM  CHEESE 


"PHILADELPHIA"  c» 

IT'S  THE  BRAND  THAT'S  MADE  BY  KRAFT  AND 


(Continued  from  Page  4) 
Now  I  have  two  children'.  I  don't  know 
why  I'm  teaching  them  to  be  kind  and 
considerate,  because  when  they  reach  high 
school  I  want  to  give  them  money  and 
clothes.  I  want  them  to  be  incredibly  cruel 
and  selfish.  You  see,  I  want  them  to  suc- 
ceed. I  want  them  to  enjoy  high  school  as 
much  as  I  hated  it. 

Sincerely, 
JEANNE  ZDENEK. 

Mamma,  Look! 

Whiting,  Indiana. 
Dear  Editors :  The  Journal  has  been  in 
the  family  for  about  15  years  now  and  I 
still  find  the  same  delight  in  turning  the 
pages  as  when  I  was  a  little  girl.  Now  I 
have  a  little  girl  who  is  just  as  fascinated 
by  the  pretty  pictures  and  a  little  baby 
boy  who  is  entranced  by  the  tearing  qual- 
ity of  the  pages. 

Sincerely, 
BETH  SMITH. 

Dirty  Money 

Riverside,  California. 

Dear  Ann  Balchelder :  The  Line  a  Day 
paragraph  about  the  lady  who  strained 
water  to  take  out  germs,  recalls  a  present- 
day  answer  that  is  just  as  out  of  this  world. 
I've  noticed  in  restaurants  that  waitresses 
handle  money  and  then  pick  up  food  with- 
out any  idea  of  washing  between.  When  I 
mentioned  this  to  a  Board  of  Health  official 
he  remarked: 

"Oh,  there  is  no  danger  from  money; 
they  put  in  a  chemical  that  sterilizes  the 
money  at  all  times." 

With  dumb  persons  in  key  positions  like 
that,  what  can  you  expect  of  our  laws  to- 
day? Yours  respectfully, 

MABEL  HESS  MURRAY. 

^When  Agnes  Meade,  who  does  a  lot  of 
laundering  in  the  Workshop,  read  this, 
she  remarked  succinctly,  "I  don't  care 
whether  it's  sterilized  or  not;  I  wish 
they  would  put  something  into  it  to 
make  it  stretch."  ED. 

Exchange  Housewives? 

Northwood,  Middlesex,  England. 

Dear  Editors:  In  an  honest  endeavor  to 
realize  the  American  point  of  view  and  vis- 
ualize the  American  way  of  life,  I  read  ev- 
erything I  can  get  hold  of.  Consequently, 
my  brain  is  in  a  constant  state  of  contu- 
sion and  ferment. 

In  simple  words,  when  I  try  to  discover 
what  you  really  think  of  its  I  don't  know 
where  I  am. 

I  read  that  we  are  starving,  which  is  our 
own  fault,  when  we  fritter  away  money 
on  free  wigs,  free  "specs"  and  free  teeth — ■ 
and  that  our  children  are  the  healthiest 
in  the  world;  that  we're  decadent  and 
work-shy;  that  our  plumbing  is  only  a 
shade  more  disgusting  than  our  cooking 
and  that  we're  extravagant  on  borrowed 
money. 

Why  shouldn't  American  and  British 
housewives  visit  each  other?  If  American 
mothers  would  come  and  live  in  our 
homes  and  go  back  and  tell  what  we're 
really  like,  wouldn't  it  give  a  tremen- 
dous impetus  to  lasting  Anglo-American 
good  will  ? 

Sincerely, 
BETTY  STAFEORD-ROBINSON. 

■  (■■I  ion.  Itm  i <>■■.  Who  Has  Billion? 

Cos  hen,  Indiana. 
Dear  Editors:  The  Journal  came  to- 
day !  Can  you  possibly  ever  know  what  joy 
your  magazine  gives  to  its  readers?  It  is 
so  hard  to  put  the  feeling  into  words.  If  I 
could  take  only  one  magazine  it  would  be 
the  Journal.  Your  fashion  descriptions 
are  very  instructive  but  could  you.  some- 
time, print  some  kindergarten  articles 
about  sewing  for  us  who  can  only  sew  on 
buttons? 

Cordially, 
MRS.  RALPH  McCOY. 

How  lit  liriiw  OI«l  i.iim  .1  ■■  I  Is 

Harvard,  UtUMttt h  u sells. 
Dear  Mi;':  liattheliler :  I  «liould  like  to 
gi  v<-  the  staff  a  little  pal  on  tin-  back  for  the 
wonderful  magazine  they  are  turning  out 
these  dayH.  Articles  you  can  get  your 
teeth  into  eupecially  your*.  My  win  met 
((  (intinned  on  I'n  <  H)  , 


RICE 

...that  has  more  food  value 

RICE 

...that  never  turns  out  gummy 

RICE 

...that  is  far  easier  to  cook 


no  rinsing 
no  steaming 
no  draining 


Remember  the  name — Uncle 
Ben's  Converted  Long  Grain 
Rice.  It's  improved  by  a  new 
and  exclusive  process  that 
seals  natural  B  vitamins  inside 
each  grain.  Gives  rice  a  new 
delicious  flavor.  Makes  rice 
far  easier  to  cook  .  .  .  turns  out 
white,  light  and  extra-fluffy 
every  time  .  .  .  each  grain 
separate.  It's  good  rice  made 
better  .  .  .  costs  less,  too. 


CONVERTED  RICE,  INC. 
Houston,  Texas 


Uncle  Bens 


LONG  GRAIN 


'Um.lc  IScnV  and  "f'omwW"  iir<-  tni<li'-m»rk» 

of  <  onvcrU'd  Kico,  Inc. 


I-  A  DIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


AyeC  fart  Liffa..%utty  <%k'fol 


J*.""  >»  »«  glorious 
'•"»'•■  Then  ero»„  e3ch 


CSOCKES  „  ^^^^ 


STEP  J 

si;'"-"""" «:»,/ 


I      of  General  Mills 


'/j  C"P  coofci„n  I 
,U,ce  o'  2  m  _r 

s^pT  .'Lr- 


HE  GLAMOR  CAKE  THAT'S  EASY  TO  MAKE 

Ben  a  beginner  can  create  this  alluring  Fresh  Orange  Chiffon 
Wot  this  perfect  cake  is  easier,  quicker  to  make  than  ordinary 
jtes . . .  and  stays  fresh  longer. 

f  Che  Betty  Crocker  Staff  developed  the  Fresh  Orange  Chiffon 
tjipe  especially  for  use  with  Softasilk  Cake  Flour.  Softasilk, 
m  see,  is  milled  for  cakes  alone  .  .  .  and  permits  eggs  and 
bang  powder  to  exert  full  rising  action.  Xo  wonder  Betty 
ticker's  Softasilk  Chiffon  Cakes  have  the  glorious,  airy 
wture  that  makes  them  the  biggest  cake  news  in  100  years. 

General  Mills 


%  Swief of 'jfo  lYonderti/  C$ke 


u,.  .  '  1  V.  Z-  "  *"<tes  (7 

n"xturc     n."'>-*»>ibr.i  ran,  ft?  ''"--'W  (I 

**>*..  ^fif*"!  '"Co,,,,,  or  1  * 


Famous  Betty  Crocker  "Double  Quick"  Recipes  in  Package 

With  cveiy  package  of  Softasilk,  you  not  only  get  Bettv  Crocket 
r.H-i|«-»  for  Chiffon  Cakes  .  . .  but  for  the  amazingly  easy  "Double- 
«'iir  k  (  akes  as  well.  Now  Mymu  ran  mix  up  a  superb  cake  in 
•  matter  of  minutes.  Because  with  Softasilk  and  the  "Douhle- 
W'urk  .Method,  you  don't  cream  shortening,  you  don't  beat 
eggs,  you  use  just  one  bowl ...  and  mix  in  just  four  minutes! 


-A  SPECIAL  CAKE  FLOUR  4r  AMERICAS  F/NEST  CAKES' 


8 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


February,  1950 


luxurious  complexion  treatment 
for  hands  and  body... 


Revlon's 


new  Aquamarine  Lotion 


A  miraculous  blend  of  balms  scented  with  costly 
imported  perfumes  . . .  smoothes  you  silken-soft  head  to 
toe  . . .  wraps  you  in  delicious  fragrance . . .  keeps 
hands  velvet  smooth.  Never  before  a  rich,  creamy-blue 
lotion  with  such  a  genius  for  fondling  every 
blessed  inch  of  you!  1.00* 


NOW!  Aquamarine  Lotion-Soap 


A  soap  with  a  lotion's  softening 
touch  . . .  the  only  soap  made  with 
Aquamarine  Lotion!  Same 
skin-smoothing  ingredients,  same 
jewel-color,  same  famous  fragrance. 
There's  nothing  too  good  for  your  face! 
Box  of  3,  complex! on-size,  1.00  ; 
Box  of  3,  bath-size,  1.50 


(Continued  from  Page  6) 
Mrs.  Tabcr  at  a  dog-judging  meeting.  He 
was  charmed  by  her.  I  always  have  loved 
the  Pratt  articles.  My  spirit  revels  in  the 
pure  beauty  of  their  line  and  color. 

I  am  fine  at  eighty.  My  fourth  great- 
grandchild arrived  on  November  seventh — 
a  girl,  Terry  Weston.  I  met  a  charming 
French  war  bride  this  fall.  She  writes  me 
adorable  letters  in  French,  and  I  never 
need  a  dictionary  for  them.  French  is  the 
language  I  am  reading  this  year.  Water 
colors,  music  construction  and  writing, 
together  with  a  lot  of  mending,  fill  my 
days.  "Ain't  life  grand"  when  you're 
eighty  ?  Thanks  for  a  lot  of  things  that  you 
don't  realize  that  you  have  done  for  me. 

Sincerely  yours, 
A  GREAT-GRANDMOTHER. 

Tot  Tells  Tall  Tnle 

Pawnee,  Illinois. 
Dear  Sir :  Our  four-year-old  son,  on  be- 
ing told  one  night  recently  that  it  was  too 
late  to  have  a  story  read,  announced  he'd 
tell  us  one.  Since  this  was  his  first  "  formal 
announcement, "  I  grabbed  a  pencil  to  re- 
cord it. 

A  STORY 
By  Mark  Brady 

Once  on  a  time  a  little  boy  had  a  nail  so 
he  decided  to  build  a  house.  He  went  down 
in  the  basement  and  started  to  build  the 
house.  Pretty  soon  a  big  bunch  of  cows 
came  down  in  the  basement  to  get  a  drink 
of  water.  While  they  were  drinking,  a  tiger 
came  down  to  eat  up  the  cows.  But  then  a 
wolf  came  down  to  eat  the  tiger  but  he 
couldn't.  So  the  tiger  and  the  wolves  fought 
awhile  and  then  they  stopped  fighting  and 
the  cows  and  the  wolves  and  the  tiger  all 
washed  their  hair  in  the  same  sink. 

Sincerely, 
MARGARET  R.  BRADY. 
(Mark's  mamma) 

Root  in'  Tootin"  Recipe 

Dallas,  Texas. 
Dear  Editors:  Southerners  are  crazy 
about  corn  bread — so  you're  told.  But  lots 
of  Southerners  would  ten  times  rather  have 
a  good  hunk  of  French  bread,  and  many 
people  can  remember  their  first  introduc- 
tion to  a  real  pastry.  You  are  certainly 
helping  to  develop  taste  by  exposing  the 
American  home  to  the  best  you  can  find  in 
every  field,  including  food.  Give  the  people 
a  chance  to  develop  all  they  are  capable 
of — which  is  plenty.  Don't  underestimate 
the  power  of  a  rootin'  tootin'  recipe. 

Sincerely  yours, 
MRS.  L.  H.  MILLER. 

Dorothy  Samples  Socialized 
Medicine 

The  Duke's  Cottage, 
Rudgwick,  England. 

My  dear  Bruce  and  Beatrice :  I  have  just 
sampled  one  of  our  free  hospital  treatments 
under  the  new  welfare-state  arrangement. 
I  went  in  to  shed  one  of  those  complicated 
wisdom  teeth  that  have  roots  twining  here 
and  there  like  British  oaks. 

Everything  was  very  bright  and  clean 
and  efficient.  The  X-ray  man  who  first 
dealt  with  me  was  sorry,  but  this  was  the 
best  he  could  do,  and  he  crammed  post- 
card-size plates  into  my  mouth  with  a  sigh, 
murmuring  he  did  not  expect  they  would 
be  a  success.  Since  the  hospitals  were  na- 
tionalized, he  said  sadly,  they  would  not 
give  him  the  proper  small  plates  for  dental 
work.  Abdomens  or  mouths,  it  was  all  the 
same  to  them.  He  seemed,  I  thought,  fright- 
fully frustrated. 

The  wards  were  bright  and  clean  and 
understaffed.  They  roused  us  all  up  at  5 
a.m.  Alas,  there  was  never  a  comforting 
cup  of  tea  as  of  old,  to  tide  one  through  the 
leaden  hours  of  dawn  until  breakfast. 
There  was  no  one  to  make  it.  As  each  new 
patient  came  in,  hopeful  eyes  sized  her  up. 
Was  she  a  potential  tea  brewer? 

Most  of  the  patients  were  frightfully 
proud  of  their  diseases.  There  was  one  old 
darling  over  seventy  who  had  traveled  far 
and  lived  in  many  lands,  besides  raising  a 
splendid  family  that  had  now  gone  into  a 
second  and  third  edition.  I  was  in  the  hos- 
pital for  only  two  days,  but  she  told  me  at 
least  four  titnes  all  about  her  internal 
entanglements.  She  spoke-  of  them  lov- 
ingly, as  of  tamed  mink.  I  never  did  hear 
anything  about  bet  children, 

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It's  Character  That  Counts 

By  ROBERT  G.  DUNLOP 

WHEN  the  late  J.  P.  Morgan  was  asked  what  he  con- 
sidered the  best  bank  collateral,  he  replied, 
"Character." 
"The  most  important  thing  for  a  young  man  to 
do,"  John  D.  Rockefeller  once  said,  "is  to  establish 
a  credit,  a  reputation,  character." 

"Not  education,  but  character,"  observed  Spencer, 
"is  man's  greatest  need  and  man's  greatest  safeguard." 

Character,  it  seems  to  me,  is  fundamental  to  suc- 
cess in  school,  in  business  or  professional  life.  Rec- 
ognizing it  in  men  who  have  been  successful  in  vari- 
ous fields,  I  rate  confidence  on  the  part  of  the  em- 
ployer higher  than  competence  on  the  part  of  the  em- 
ployee. The  man  who  is  competent  but  fails  to  inspire 
confidence  finds  himself  subject  to  limitations  and 
controls  placed  by  his  superiors.  Business  prefers  a 
man  whose  character  is  beyond  question.  I  often  ask 
the  question:  How  much  confidence  can  I  place  in 
this  man?  That  is  a  basic  consideration.  From  there  I 
go  on  to  build  competence. 

The  impressionable  years  of  boyhood  are  the  most 
important  in  character  building.  The  boy  who  is  fol- 
lowing the  Scout  ideal  in  performing  a  good  deed  each 
day  has  found  an  entirely  new  attitude  toward  life. 
There  is  no  wide  gulf  between  boyhood  and  manhood. 
The  same  basic  qualities  that  make  a  boy  a  good  Scout 
spell  success  in  later  life. 

That's  why  I  am  active  in  Scouting  today.  I  con- 
tinue to  draw  ideas  and  inspiration  from  the  boys  who 
have  stepped  into  the  ranks  we  left.  You'll  never  grow 
stodgy  in  the  presence  of  Young  America.  Then,  too, 
I  am  conscious  of  the  benefits  I  have  derived  from 
Scouting  and  the  debt  1,0  we  it.  I  am  proud  of  the  high 
position  Scouting  holds  in  the  eyes  of  the  general 
public. 

The  emphasis  of  the  Boy  Scout  movement  in  the 
lives  of  those  individuals  who  have  been  associated 
with  it  is  clearly  demonstrated  by  the  record  of  our 
criminal  courts.  Of  all  those  who  appear  before  the 
bars  of  justice,  the  percentage  of  boys  who  have  had 
Boy  Scout  training  is  exceedingly  small. 

Scouting  has  helped  me,  first  of  all,  as  an  invalu- 
able supplement  to  the  work  of  the  school  and  church. 
It  afforded  wider  horizons  in  which  to  practice  the 
basic  teachings  of  those  institutions.  I  have  always 
felt  that  a  boy  who  arrives  at  the  threshold  of  man- 
hood without  ever  having  actively  participated  in  the 
Boy  Scout  movement  has  missed  a  facet  for  expression 
he  may  never  recapture. 

Scouting  is  Young  America  on  the  move.  It  is 
America's  answer  to  the  youth  movements  of  dicta- 
tors which  ended  in  abysmal  failure.  Boy  Scouts 
march,  too,  but  they  march  as  free  men.  In  the  cadence 
of  their  step  can  be  felt  the  very  heartbeat  of  America. 


Progress  of  a 
Journal  Editorial 


By  JUOKOTHY  THOMi»SO\ 

THE  history  of  a  single  article  in  the  Ladies'  Home  Journal 
throws  immense  light  on  the  minds  of  women  in  many  coun- 
tries. That  editorial,  written  by  myself,  some  two  and  a  half 
years  ago,  and  called  If  No  One  Else — We,  the  Mothers,  excoriated 
the  second  historical  failure  to  create  a  system  of  world  collective 
security  which  could  even  conceivably  guarantee  world  peace,  and 
suggested  that  women  should  not  so  easily  as  men  relinquish 
faith  in  an  ancient  dream's  being  realized,  but  should  rally  around 
a  definite,  practical  program  for  strengthening  the  United  Nations. 

It  is  significant  that  prior  to  World  War  II  the  peace  move- 
ments which  attracted  women  were  predominantly  pacifist,  work- 
ing in  each  country  for  disarmament,  against  military  budgets,  and 
hoping  to  gain  peace  largely  by  emphasizing  the  evil  of  war.  All 
of  them  failed,  as  in  a  world  without  effective  security  they  will 
always  fail.  Denmark  w  as  not  spared  invasion  because  after  World 
War  I  she  disarmed  entirely,  while  Switzerland,  whose  constitu- 
tion itself  prohibits  her  to  attack  any  nation  or  to  join  in  any  other 
nation's  war,  was  perhaps  the  most  formidable  fortress  of  Europe 
and  was  spared  attack.  The  disarmament  of  some  nations  while 
others  are  armed  does  not  promise  peace,  but  offers  temptation. 
The  right  to  self-defense  is  an  inherent  right,  for  persons  and 
peoples,  and  it  is  also  a  necessity  of  culture,  for  without  it  bullies 
and  gangsters  would  rule  the  world. 

The  recognition  of  this  is  a  sign  of  the  growing  political  ma- 
turity of  women,  away  from  an  emotional  and  negative  pacifism, 
toward  a  realization  that  the  abolition  of  war  must  furnish  all  with 
the  right  to  security  while  granting  none  the  right  to  aggression. 

The  people  of  the  world  have  always  recognized  war  as  evil. 
But  they  have  also  felt  it  a  worse  evil  to  be  conquered  and  to  have 
the  civilization  of  their  ancestors  and  of  themselves  obliterated, 
while  repeatedly,  in  history,  the  envies  or  grievances  of  peoples 
have  driven  them  to  seek  equity  or  redress  by  lone  of  arms, 
.  I    Security  for  all,  aggression  for  none,  is  the  funda- 

LJMpk  mental  thesis  of  the  United  Nations.  Bui  the  struc- 
\Mgf  ture  of  that  body  does  not  guarantee  that  the 
thesis  will  ever  become  a  reality.  For  to  make  the 
thesis  real,  one  sovereign  right — the  right  towage 
aggressive  war — must  be  banned  by  all  nations, 
and  an  international  power  must  exist  to  see  that 


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the  ban  is  observed.  A  verbal  pledge  is  a 
mere  platitude.  In  short,  there  must  be  a 
law,  a  judge  and  a  policeman — and  it  is 
precisely  these  that  the  United  Nations 
does  not  provide. 

Even  two  and  a  half  years  ago,  when  the 
article  I  refer  to  was  published,  the  official 
world  was  falling  into  a  fatalistic  accept- 
ance of  the  "impossibility"  of  creating  a 
workable  system  of  collective  security. 

The  response  to  that  article  indicated  the 
intensity  of  the  concern  of  women  every- 
where with  the  problem  of  war  or  peace. 
More  than  four  thousand  American  women 
wrote  in  asking  what  they  could  do.  As  the 
weeks  passed ,  copies  of  the  Journal  reached 
subscribers  abroad  and  more  than  two  thou- 
sand women  wrote  from  Australia,  Cuba, 
Colombia,  Great  Britain,  France,  Ger- 
many, Holland,  Italy  and  Sweden:  "Let 
us  do  something  to  express  the  demands  of 
women  on  the  world's  statesmen!" 

And  then  women  sprang  up  to  help,  and 
out  of  an  article  came  the  movement  called 
WOMAN— World  Organization  of  the 
Mothers  of  All  Nations. 

It  seemed  to  us  that  the  first  thing  to 
be  done  was  to  be  specific.  We  believed 
that  peace  required  a  political  program, 
aimed  at  securing  the  minimum  necessities 
for  a  workable  system  of  mutual  security. 
It  is,  for  instance,  a  good  thing  to  foster 
understanding  between  the  peoples  by 
international  congresses  and  exchange  of 
students.  But  great  wars  do  not  arise  be- 
cause of  lack  of  understanding;  the  lack 
of  understanding  is  fos- 
tered by  the  imminence  ^■^■■■■B 
or  danger  of  war. 

It  is  also  a  good  and 
necessary  thing  to  work 
for  an  improvement  of 
the  economies  of  all  na- 
t  ii  ms,  and  a  more  just  dis-  H^^HHBH 
tribution  of  the  world's 
raw  materials.  But  poverty  and  inequity  are 
also  the  result  of  war,  and  of  the  apprehen- 
sion of  war,  and  rich  states  as  well  as  poor 
have  waged  aggressive  wars. 

Historically,  long  periods  of  peace  have 
been  achieved  in  only  two  ways:  1 — domi- 
nation of  the  world  by  a  single  state;  and 
2 — the  maintenance  of  an  equilibrium  of 
forces,  or  "balance  of  power." 

Organized  states  are  "powers,"  and  in 
one  sense  all  international  politics  are 
"power  politics."  Among  the  powers  which 
all  states  possess  is  the  power  to  wage  war. 
Were  the  world  dominated  and  controlled 
by  a  single  great  state,  international  war 
would  become  impossible. 

This  concept  of  how  to  get  permanent 
peace  was  Hitler's — and  the  Stalinist  ideal, 
as  far  as  peace  is  concerned,  is  the  same. 
The  communists  have  always  argued  that 
there  will  be  war  until  the  whole  world  is 
under  the  domination  of  a  single  power: 
the  Soviet  Union. 

Leaving  all  other  considerations  aside — 
such  a  world  would  be  a  brutal  despotism 
and  a  cultural  wilderness,  and  in  the 
end  it  would  surely  crack  up,  as  the  most 
brilliant  historic  example,  that  of  Rome, 
eventually  cracked  up  in  the  Dark  Ages— 
the  additional  horror  is  that  the  road  to 
such  a  peace  is  paved  by  the  most  hideous 
intervening  wars,  international  and  civil. 

The  other  way  in  which  long  periods  of 
peace  have  endured  is  by  an  equilibrium  of 
power  forces.  The  world  has  been  divided ; 
the  great  powers  have  possessed  un- 
trammeled  warmaking  powers;  but  the 
balance  between  them  has  been  such  that 
war  has  been  an  unfavorable  risk. 

It  is  actually  that  condition  of  equilib- 
rium, and  not  the  United  Nations,  which 
is  divided  into  two  great  power  blocs 
led  by  the  U.S.A.  and  the  U.S.S.R.  Each 
fears  and  distrusts  the  other;  each  antici- 
pates that  the  other  may  strike.  But 
neither  under  present  conditions  dares  do 
so.  For  the  risk  to  each  is  lcx>  great. 

But  such  a  "peace"-  actually  an  armed 
truce  is  highly  precarious.  It  might  lx- 
broken  at  any  time  by  an  unbalance  of  the 
equilibrium,  as  |x»wcr  shifts  and  nations 
change  sides  as  China  is  doing. 


February, 

The  third  way  to  lasting  peace  ha 
sorbed  the  minds  of  philosophers  and  st 
men  for  centuries.  That  course  pro 
for  voluntary  agreement  to  substitut 
forceable  law  for  naked  power.  It  doe 
require  a  world  government  beyond 
single  world  law:  a  law  against  aggre 
and  preparation  for  aggression.  The  | 
power  is  taken  away  from  arbitran 
thority  and  is  made  subject  to  law. 

But  it  is  essential  that  the  police  f 
be  at  all  times  the  instrument  of  the 
otherwise  police  would  be  not  the  pi 
tors  of  the  community  but  its  scourg 

Even  within  domestic  communities 
primary  law  is  against  aggression  and 
aration  for  aggression.  No  matter  hov 
vinced  you  may  be  that  your  neighbc 
stolen  your  silver,  you  may  not  ent 
house  by  force  to  get  it  back ;  and  no  n 
how  unkindly  life  has  treated  you,  yoi 
not  redress  even  a  just  grievance  by 
to  force.  No  one  may  possess  a  tai 
bomber  or  even  a  tommy  gun,  an] 
possession  of  such  weapons  would  b  I 
dence  of  intention  to  commit  crime. 

So  here  you  have  the  minimum  of 
is  necessary  to  keep  the  peace  by 
tary  contract,  between  the  citizen  a: 
state,  or  between  one  state  and  anot 

There  must  be  a  law  against  agg 
and  preparation  for  aggression. 

The  latter  must  define  what  an 
many  weapons  are  legitimate  for  I: 
fense  of  any  country  until  the  polk 
Obviously  there 


^  He  thai  has  no  fools, 
^  knaves  nor  heggars  in  his 
family  was  hegot  hy  a  flash  of 
lightning.      — DR.  THOMAS  FULLER. 


Obviously,  t( 
state  can  veto  the 
tion  of  a  law  it  h; 
accepted;  nor  sit  i 
ment  on  its  ownci 

went  into  the  fol 
tion  of  a  program  for  WOMAN  ir 
this:  The  Security  Council  should  1 
representative.  There  should  be  a 
nent  place  on  it  for  the  small  natioi 

WOMAN  then  formulated  its  1 
mands  for  the  reform  of  the  United  1^ 
an  enlargement  of  the  Security  Coi 
law  against  aggression  and  prepara 
aggression;  an  international  supren 
to  judge  offenses  of  the  latter;  an  i 
tional  police  force  to  move  if  the 
orders  were  not  accepted ;  and  the 
of  the  veto  in  cases  of  aggression  ar 
aration  for  aggression. 

It  may  be — and  was— argued  tli 
international  force  were  called  in 
against  any  great  state,  that,  ii 
would  be  war.  But  just  as  an  equ<] 
of  forces  sustains  peace  as  long  as  I 
of  upsetting  it  is  too  great,  so  tl 
opposing  judgment  by  war  woulc 
be  too  great.  The  preponderance 
would  always  be  on  the  side  of 
would  world  opinion. 

Since  these  ideas  and  specific 
were  launched,  vast  numbers  of 
women  have  taken  them  up.  Tw 
senators  support  them  in  princip 
ments  against  WOMAN'S  derm 
that  they  are  "Utopian"  or  that 
sians  will  not  accept  them. 

Every  great  step  forward  in  hun 
ress  was  once  Utopian.  And  no 
foresee  what  the  future  of  any  i 
be.  There  is  no  iron  curtain 
which  ideas  cannot  percolate,  eve 
are  spread  by  attacks  upon  ther 
is  The  Voice  of  America  to  spre 

WOMAN  does  not  maintain  tl 
munism  and  Democracy  cannot  Ii 
same  world.  As  women  we  are  cot 
the  infinite  variety  between  memh| 
same  family  — in  our  own  chile; 
maintain  that  armed  and  lawless] 
nism  and  aimed  and  lawless  any 
cannot  in  the  long  run  live  peael 
gcther  in  the  same  world. 

WOMAN  was  not  created  by  t 
of  the  previous  Journal  article,  ait  I 

It  was  created  by  the  res|x>nse  oj 
and  their  demand  that  the  promij 
tunes  at  last  be  brought  to  pass  J 
the  next  world  war. 


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Under-Cover 


By  It ii it  V  I ltlH \tJ  KiELTY 


ON  SEPTEMBER  23,  1899,  on  Broad- 
way between  43rd  and  41th  streets, 
a  fabulous  restaurant  made  its  New 
York  debut.  The  facade  was  Greco- 
Roman,  the  interior  was  a  green-and- 
gold  blend  of  Louis  XIV  and  Byzan- 
tine, the  walls  were  mirrored  from 
floor  to  ceiling,  and  the  door  was  re- 
volving— first  of  its  kind  on  the  Great 
White  Way.  This  was  Rector's,  res- 
taurant de  luxe  of  the  butterflies  and 
the  gourmets,  of  the  very  rich  and  the 
very  glamorous,  the  beautiful  and 
possibly  the  damned.  Among  Rector 
habitues  were  Diamond  Jim  Brady 
and  Lillian  Russell,  Nat  Goodwin  and 
DeWolf  Hopper,  Lillie  Langtry,  Anna 
Held,  Harry  Lauder,  Sarah  Bernhardt. 
There  were  even  writers  who  could 
afford  the  Scotch  woodcock,  the 
Egyptian  quail,  the  Southern  Euro- 
pean strawberries — O.  Henry  and 
Stephen  Crane  and,  notably,  Richard 
Harding  Davis. 

Rector's  Naughty  '90's  Cook 
Book,  by  Alexander  Kirkland,  is  far 
more  than  a  cookbook,  though  it  does 
contain  400  of  George  Rector's  choicest 
recipes.  It  is  a  dashing  gesture  toward  a 
dazzling  era.  Alexander  Kirkland,  be- 
sides being  a  fine  actor,  is  an  excellent 
writer.  His  short  gastronomical  history 
of  Charles  and  George  Rector  is  most 
beguiling,  and  his  sketches  of  Rector 
celebrities  are  high-spirited  and  to  the 
point.  He  has  made  over  sound,  hard 
research  into  extraordinarily  tasty  hors 
d'oeuvres. 

The  party  which  celebrated  the  publica- 
tion of  the  book  was  all  that  it  should  be: 
Mr.  Kirkland  in  black-and-white  blazer, 
receiving ;  a  piano  tinkling  Tell  Me  Pretty 
Maiden  .  Breast  of  Chicken  a  la  Melba  and 
Trifle  a  I' Anglaise  to  eat;  and  a  girl 
(just  like  the  girl  on  the  book  jacket) 
jumping  full-grown  out  of  a  large  coco- 
nut cake.  ( Doubleday  and  Co.,  14  W. 
49th  St.,  N.Y.  $3.50.) 


I  he  <lii>  of  tin-  gourmet  hae  sppetr* 
entl)  gone,  \  Philadelphia  restaurant 

put  up  ii  hiikki'mI  ion  bo«  lor  it*  ciih- 
torm-r*.  hoping  fur  eoriNtriif't ivr  lih'UM 
on  food  ii  nil  Rieillll,  tint  of  I  lii  r  I  \  -Ii  w 


notes  deposited  in  the  box  the  first 
day,  thirty-four  suggested  prettier 
waitresses.  On  the  second  day,  thirty* 
'eight  of  the  forty  deposited  made  the 
same  recommendation.  On  the  thi 
day  the  box  was  removed. 


In  another  very  busy  restaurant,  a  waiter 
stopped  at  a  table  and  asked  the  peopk 
what  time  it  was.  "  You're  not  our  waiter," 
was  the  curt  reply. 

It  seems  to  be  biologically  impossible 
for  women — most  women — to  lost,1 
themselves  in  theories  and  abstractions. 
We  are  a  practical  sex,  built  to  take  care 
of  details.  But  there  can  really  be  no 
good  reason  why  we  shouldn't  makes 
stab  at  the  wide*'  world.  Under. 

STANDING   POLITICS:    A  PRACTICAL 

Guide  for  Women,  by  Louise 
M.  Young,  is  what  we  need.  This  is  a 
first-rate  elementary  book  on  civics, 
with  an  outline  of  political  structures 
and  a  brief  dictionary  of  political  terms 
It  stresses  woman's  place  in  local  poli- 
tics: schools,  taxes,  community  affairs 
and  so  on.  A  useful  book  for  club  work 
(Continued  on  Page  16) 


REPRODUCED  FROM  TmE  NEW  YORKER  BY  PERMlMIt" 
COPYRIGHT,  1849,  TmE  REV*  YORKER  MAO»IINi,liC 


"//  jiinl  bears  on  I  my  argument  tht 
women  ihouUl  slas  out  oj 


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Most  women  want  to  own  a  set  of 
Revere  Ware.  The  distinctive  beauty  of 
these  kitchen  jewels  is  positively  fasci- 
nating! But  it  is  only  after  using  them  that  their 
delighted  owners  realize  how  wonderful 
they  are.  It  seems  hard  to  believe  that  the  most 
beautiful  thing  of  its  kind  could  also  be 
far  and  away  the  most  efficient.  Truly  the  most 
prized  line  in  America.  With  Revere 
Ware,   cooking   is   quicker   and  easier 
because  you  can  do  it  the  "waterless" 
way.  Your  meals  taste  better,  look 


better,  and  are  better  because  you 
preserve  the  precious  vitamins  and  minerals. 
You  save  fuel,  you  save  money,  you  save 
worry!  Revere  Ware  is  an  economical  purchase. 
For  it  is  a  lasting  investment.  It  is  practi- 
cally indestructible,  you  can't  burn  a  hole  in  it, 
years  of  constant  use  leave  its  enduring 
beauty  unchanged.  No  wonder  Revere  Ware- 
is  the  most  prized  line  in  the  world.  When 
you  buy  it,  make  sure  you  get  Revere. 
Insist  on  seeing  the  Revere  trade 
mark  in  the  thick  copper  bottom. 


The  gauge  on  the  new  4-qt.  Revere  Ware  Pressure  Cooker 
is  hinged,  can't  come  off.  You  just  set  the  dial  and  an 
audible  signal  tells  you  when  the  pressure  you  want  is 
readied.  It  opens  or  closes  with  just  one  motion  of  one 
hand,  is  simple  to  use  and  easy  to  clean.  Revere  Copper 
and  Brass  Incorporated,  Rome  Manufacturing  Division, 
Rome,  New  York. 


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(Continued  from  Page  14) 
Beautiful  art  books  continue  to  come. 
Dutch  Master  Drawings  of 
the  Seventeenth  Century,  se- 
lected by  J.  Q.  Van  Regteren  Aliena, 
of  Amsterdam  University,  is  one  of  the 
loveliest— drawings  are  so  much  more 


FRANCO-AMERICAN  MEAL  HINTS 


"What  are  we  whispering  abotil?" 

intimate  and  tentative,  so  much  less 
self-conscious  than  paintings!  Here  we 
have  Rembrandt,  Hals,  Vermeer,  Ruys- 
dael,  Hobbema,  Jan  Steen,  and  many 
others.  (Harper  and  Bros.,  49  E.  33rd 
St.,  N.Y.  $2.50) 


Abraham  Lincoln,  for  a  matter  of 
four  years  at  least,  was  probably  tbe 
busiest  man  in  the  world,  but  he 
wasn't  too  busy  to  do  a  thoughtful  act 
for  someone  he'd  never  see. 

This  story  goes  back  to  slave-trading 
days,  when  a  Peruvian  whaling  ship 
sailed  into  the  bay  of  Hiva  Oa  (in  the 
Marquesas),  fired  on  the  defenseless  vil- 
lages, its  men  ravishing  the  native  girls, . 
and  carried  the  men  off  to  work  in  the 
mines  of  Peru.  Thirsting  for  vengeance, 
the  tribesmen  who  were  left  vowed  that 
they  woxdd  eat  the  next  white  sailor  found 
ashore. 

Not  long  after  the  vow  had  been 
taken,  the  first  mate  of  an  American 
whaler  heard  tell  of  the  great  beauty  of 
the  Hiva  Oa  native  girls,  and  went 
ashore.  When  a  group  of  tribesmen 
promised  him  the  prize  beauty  farther 
up  the  valley,  he  gladly  accompanied 
them  inland.  At  a  given  spot,  the  men 
fell  upon  him,  tied  him  up,  and  threw 
him  between  the  roots  of  a  large  tree 
which  overhung  a  stone  altar.  They 
gathered  fagots  and  logs  and  prepared 
for  the  roasting.  Just  in  the  nick  of  time, 
in  true  melodrama  style,  a  missionary 
named  James  Kekela  heard  about  the 
feast,  rushed  to  the  scene  and  bribed 
and  cajoled  the  men  into  releasing  the 
white  sailor. 

In  due  time  the  story  of  the  capture 
and  the  rescue  reached  the  ears  of 
President  Lincoln.  Although  lie  was 
in  the  midst  of  a  great  «ar,  Lincoln 
was  so  moved  that  be  gent  gifts, 
through  the  U.  S.  Minister  in  Hono- 
lulu, to  Mr.  Kekela.  Among  them  was 
a  large  watch.  The  watch  is  now  in 
the  Hawaiian  Mission  Childn  a's  So- 
ciety in  Honolulu,  and  the  storj  is 
i. ,1.1  by  W  ilmon  Menard,  who  was 
given  a  chance  to  buj  I  be  watch  from 
the  missionary's  son. 


Near  St.-Moritz,  in  Switzerland,  is 
the  little  town  of  Sils  between  two  unbe- 
lievable green-blue  lakes,  and  up  the 
mountainside  from  Sils  is  a  famous  old 

hostelry,  the  Waldhaus.  The  WaldhauB 

has  been  open  since  HK)8,  and  (lie  pages 
of  its  registry  record  the  social  history 

of  Europe  from  i'K)8  to  the  present  day. 

Before  August  1,  1911,  the  aristocracy 
of  Germany  and  Italy  were  there:  Kx- 
cellenz  von  licthmann-Hollwcg,  Reichs- 
kanzler,   Mars<  hall   von  Kichenstcin, 

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A  masculine  dream-cake . .  .luscious  as  it  looks . .  .bound  to  be  perfect — guarded 
by  the  wonderful  double-action  of  Calumet  Baking  Powder. 

FOR  A  BOY-AGED  8  TO  80 


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tuous. But  you  can  do  it  every  time 
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Powder! 

So  simple  .  .  .  even  if  you've  never 
made  cake  before!  Calumet's  double- 
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the  way. 


You'll  see  why  so  many  good  cake 
recipes  specify  double-acting  Calumet 
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than  any  other  baking  powder. 

Use  it  for  all  your  baking — you'll  be 
astonished  at  the  difference  in  your 
biscuits,  hotbreads,  and  waffles  .  .  . 
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today  and  bake  this  dream  cake. 


CHOCOLATE  NUT  SUNDAE  LAYER  CAKE 


P  partitions.  Have  the  shortening  at  room 
t; joperature.  Line  bottoms  of  two  deep  9- 
inch  layer  pans  with  paper;  grease.  Start 
oven  for  moderate  heat  (350°F.) .  Sift  flour 
once  before  measuring. 

Measure  into  sifter: 

2l/2  cups  sifted  Swans  Down  Cake  Flour 
3  teaspoons  Calumet  Baking  Powder 
1  teaspoon  salt 

1}4  cups  sugar 

Measure  into  mixing  bowl: 

%  cup  shortening 

Measure  into  cup: 

1  cup  milk 
1J4  teaspoons  vanilla 

Have  ready : 

5  egg  whites,  beaten  to  meringue* 
with      cup  sugar 

♦For  meringue,  beat  5  egg  whites  with  ro- 
tary egg  beater  for  at  high  speed  of  electric 
mixer)  unt  il  foamy;  add  J^cupsugar  gradu- 
ally, beating  only  until  meringue  will  hold 
up  in  soft,  peaks. 

Now — ffie  "Mix -Easy" Part!  Mix  l.v  hand 
or  at  a  low  speed  of  electric  mixer.)  Sti<- 


shortening  just  to  soften.  Sift  in  dry  ingre- 
dients. Add  milk  and  mix  until  all  flour  is 
dampened.  Then  beat  2  minutes.  Add  me- 
ringue mixture  and  beat  1  minute  longer. 
(Count  only  actual  beating  time.  Or  count 
beating  strokes.  Allow  about  150  full 
strokes  per  minute.  Scrape  bowl  and  spoon 
often. ) 

Baking.  Turn  batter  into  pans.  Bake  in 
moderate  oven  (350°F.)  about  35  minutes. 
Spread  Chocolate  Sundae  Frosting  be- 
tween layers  and  on  top  and  sides  of  cake, 
reserving  >4  cup  for  decorating.  Sprinkle 
cup  coarsely  chopped  nut  meats  over  top 
of  cake.  Heat  the  reserved  frosting  with 
2  teaspoons  hot  water  over  hot  water  until 
thinned,  stirring  constantly.  Dribble  from 
teaspoon  over  nuts. 

Chocolate  Sundae  Frosting.  Melt  4  squares 
Baker's  Unsweetened  Chocolate  in  double 
boiler.  Remove  from  boiling  water,  add  2 
cups  sifted  confectioners'  sugar  and  4  table- 
spoons hot  water,  and  blend.  Add  5  egg 
yolks,  one  at  a  time,  beating  well  after 
each.  Then  add  6  tablespoons  softened 
butter,  1  tablespoon  at  a  time,  beating 
thoroughly  after  each  amount. 

(All  measurement*  are  level.) 


Look  for  Calumet's  Special  Offer 
on  the  economical  1-lb.  can! 

CALUMET  BAKING  POWDER 

Double-acting  for  Double-sure  Success 

A  product  of  (leneral  Foods 


(Continued  from  Page  16) 
Prince  and  Princess  Marco  Borghese— 
Comtes  and    Comtesses,   Barons  and 
Baronins.  Grafs  and  Grafins,  femmes  des 
chambre.  valets  and  suites. 

After  the  war  cante  the  British.  In 
the  1920's  ifp  find  the  Asquiths,  the 
Crippses,  Neville  Chamberlain,  Latty 
Fairfax,  Lady  Paget,  Lady  Carlisle, 
and  an  and  on  through  II  ho's  II  hit. 
In  the  '3()'s,  when  times  were  hard, 
came  the  musicians — Bruno  II  alter, 
Otto  Klemperer,  Huberman,  Strtiuss, 
Honegger;  the  theatrical  people.  Max 
Rciidiartlt ,  Elisabeth  Bergner,  Richard 
Tauber;  and  the  writers  —  Thorn  :s 
Mann,  Urn  no  Frank,  Hermann 
Hesse.  .  .  .  The  last  entry  in  1939  was 
August  25th.  Now, of  course,  there  are 
still  no  Hermans,  and  for  the  jirst 
time  no  English.  Hut  the  musicians 
and  the  intellectuals  continue. 

There  must  be  a  moral  in  this  some- 
where, if  the  story  of  the  Waldhaus 
means  anything:  that  in  the  end  it  isn't 
war  or  landowning  or  big  business  that 
pays.  Only  the  spiritual  survives. 


Jimmy  John,  by  Anna  Perrott 

Rose,  has  now  grown  into  full  book 
length,  and  is  renamed  Room  For 
One  More— still  warmhearted  and 
happy  in  a  good  old-fashioned  family 
way,  and  blessedly  removed  from  child 
psychiatrists  and  superprogressive 
schools. 


When  H.  Allen  Smith  tours  the 
U.  S.  (We  Went  Thataway).  he 

does  it  in  reverse.  He  visits  South  Da- 
kota, the  only  state  in  the  Union  that 
doesn't  brag  about  itself.  He  loves 
South  Dakota.  "My,"  say  the  friendly 
South  Dakotans.  "it's  wonderful  to 
have  you  out  here,  but  what  on  earth 
would  you  ever  want  to  come  to  South 
Dakota  for?"  South  Dakota's  the  an- 
tithesis, he  says,  of  Texas. 

He  finds  the  Painted  Desert  so-so — "a 
big  expanse  of  colorful  nothing." 

He  looks  on  romantic  New  Mexico 
with  a  disillusioned  eye.  "The  Indians 
think  the  Penitentes  are  crazy.  The 
Penitentes  think  that  the  nonfloggers  of 
their  faith  are  crazy.  The  nonfloggers 
think  the  artists  are  crazy.  The  artists 


"T'hv  honest  With  ya,  mister,  most 

folks  hereabouts  think  I'm  pretty 
much  of  an  old  bore — but  the  tour- 
ist* think  I'm  pitcher-esk." 

think  the  community  boosters  are  daft. 
The  boosters  think  the  |*>ets  are  mad. 
The  poets  are  convinced  that  the  prose 
writers  are  unhinged  The  prose  writers 
believe  the  tourists  ought  to  be  slaugh- 
tered. And  everybody  sits  around  and 
eats  beans." 

He  doesn't  go  to  California  «»  all. 

( Continued  on  Putt  21) 


Fighting  mad  at  scorch/  pans  / 


BRILLO 

gives  TWICE  the  SHINE 
m  HALF  the  TIME/ 


New  "Scorchy  Pan"  Tests  prove  Brillo 
outshines  other  types  of  cleansers 
tested.  Actually  gives  aluminums 
twice  the  shine  in  half  the  time! 
A  square,  metal-fiber  Brillo pad-uith- 
soap  whisks  off  greasy  crust  easy!  j 
No  scraping!  Use  Brillo  every  day.  i 

conUins 
?0U$H 


RED  box  —  soap-filled  pads 
GREEN  box  —  pad;  and  cake 


"HerbOxMab 
that's  Merjof 

Herb-Ox  Beef  Stew-Usit 

your  regular  beef  stew  recipe,  you  a 
cut  the  meat  by  '  '3  from  1  V2  lbs.  to 
lb.— when  you  use  Herb-Ox  Bouillon  i 
stead  of  water  in  the  stew! 

Herb-Ox  adds  zest  to  many  dishr 

Use  Herb-Ox  Bouillon  or  Chick< 
Cubes  to  add  extra  flavor  to  low 
cost  meats  and  main  dishes  .  .  .  >' 
making  rich,  delicious  gravy  at 
hearty  soup  stock. The  Pure  FoodC 
Inc.,  Mamaroneck,  N.  Y. 

BOUILLON  CUBES 


LADIES'  HOME  JOL'KN  \1. 


Serve  thrifty,  all-meat  Treet  on  spaghetti  with  to- 
mato sauce.  (Treet  is  Armour's  delicious  blend  of 
tender  pork  shoulder  and  sugar-cured  ham.)  Marie 
Gifford  says:  "Add  flavor  to  your  sauce  with  chop- 
ped onion,  minced  clove  of  garlic,  and  Worcester- 
shire sauce."  Pour  sauce  over  cooked  spaghetti 
and  top  with  Treet  slices  that  have  been  fried  a 
few  minutes  in  a  little  butter.  (New  middle-of-tin 
opener  brings  Treet  out  uhole  for  easy  slicing. ) 
Serve  4  — with  Italian  style  grated  cheese,  French 
bread,  and  tossed  green  salad.  Get  a  tin  of  Treet 
today  and  try  it! 


Have  Armour  Corned  Beef  Hash  at  least  once  a 
week.  (Tastes  like  you  made  it  because  the  Armour 
Kitchens  prepare  it  the  "fresh-cooked"  way  — with 
lean,  tender  beef  and  firm,  white  potatoes.)  Try  it 
this  way:  Empty  contents  of  2  tins  of  Armour 
Corned  Beef  Hash  into  baking  dish.  Dot  with 
butter  and  bake  in  350°  F.  oven  20  minutes,  or 
until  browned.  Serve  with  tomato  salads  and  green 
beans.  You'll  have  enough  for  6  happy  people! 


Armour  Chili  is  the  fastest  fixin'  hearty  meal  a 
man  ever  raved  about.  It's  guaranteed  the  best  you 
ever  tasted,  or  your  money  back!  The  Armour 
Kitchens  did  all  the  work-spicing  up  that  chop- 
ped, lean,  boneless  Armour  beef  and  those  prize 
red  pinto  beans  just  right.  So  all  you  do  is  heat  and 
eat  and  thank  your  lucky  stars  for  Armour— the 
real  chili  lovers'  chili! 

For  additional  recipes  for  Pantry-Shelf  meals,  write 
Marie  Gifford,  Dept.  401,  Box  2053,  Chicago  9,  HI. 


ARMOUR  fkfc,- SUfr  Mea& 


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LADIES'  HOME  JOT RNAL 

5 


February ,  l<).riO 


DU  PONT  ANSWERS  SOME  OF  YOUR  QUESTIONS 


What,  exactly,  does  denier  mean? 

Denier  means  weight  and  thickness  of  the  threads  used  in  making  stockings.  High-denier 
stockings — 30,  40,  50  or  70  —  are  made  with  stronger,  thicker  threads.  Low-denier  stock- 
ings have  threads  that  are  lighter,  sheerer. 

Your  pre-war  nylon  stockings  were  usually  30,  40,  and  sometimes  even  higher  deniers. 

What  deniers  should  I  wear? 

It  all  depends  on  what  you  want.  Today  fashion  high-lights  sheerness  for  leg  beauty. 
Women  want  sheerer  and  sheerer  stockings.  Probably  many  of  your  stockings  are  15 
denier.  They  wear  remarkably  well  for  their  weight — but.  of  course,  they  can't  he  expected 
to  give  you  the  long-time  wear  of  the  higher  deniers. 

Should  I  have  a  variety  of  deniers? 

For  sheerness,  flattery,  by  day  or  by  night,  you  may  be  very  happy,  as  many  women  are. 
to  use  nothing  but  15  deniers.  If  your  life  calls  for  strenuous  activities,  then  you  may 
want  to  wear  higher  deniers,  saving  your  15  deniers  for  dress. 

What  can  I  do  to  lengthen  the  life  of  my  stockings? 

Wash  them  gently  in  mild  suds.  (Take  off  your  rings!)  You  know  how  fast  they  dry — you 
don't  need  direct  heat,  or  sun.  Keep  each  pair  in  an  envelope  or  wrapped  in  a  tissue  for 
special  protection.  Many  women  always  buy  at  least  two  pairs  alike  —  so  they  can  match 
the  spares. 

More  nylon  knowledge? 

"Made  of  Du  Pont  Nylon"  printed  on  your  stockings  tells  you  that  the  stocking  man- 
ufacturer used  Du  Pont  nylon  yarn  to  knit  the  stocking.  The  Du  Pont  Company  sells 
nylon  yarn  as  a  raw  material.  Nylon  fabrics  and  finished  products  like  stockings  are  made 
by  many  manufacturers — large  and  small  in  big  cities  and  small  towns  all  over  America 
— from  Du  Pont  nylon  yarn. 

We  hope  this  information  will  be  helpful  to  you  in  buying  and  gelling  the  most  sat- 
isfaction from  your  nylon  stockings.  If  you  would  like  a  FREE  booklet  with  more  facts 
about  nylon  for  the  shopper,  write  to  Nvlon  Division.  E.  I.  du  Pont  de  Nemours  &  Co. 
(Inc.),  Wilmington  98,  Delaware. 


for  nylon . .  .jar  rayon . .  ./or  fibers  to  come . . .  look  to  Du  Poi\ 

 Reg. u.s.  pat. off.   *l 

BETTER    THINGS    FOR     BETTER    LIVING    .    .   .    THROUGH    CHEMISTRY  ' 


LADIES'  HOME  JUL  l(  \  \1. 


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(Continued  from  Page  18) 
What  the  rest  of  us  would  like  to  do 
on  a  U.  S.  tour  is  to  visit  the  Regional 
Houses  pictured  in  the  Journal,  and 
now  assembled  in  a  very  handsome 
volume:  A  TREASURY  of  Kama 
American  Homes,  with  editorial  com- 
ment by  Richard  Pratt.  We'd  like 
to  check.  Can  they  be  as  beautiful  as 
these  pictures? 


Dog  lovers  like  to  say  that  eats  are 
not  loyal.  Well,  maybe  they're  not. 
But  they  have  their  preferences  and 
show  them  in  no  uncertain  way.  Yel- 
low Jack,  half  Persian,  half  alley  cat. 


lived  in  Benton  Harbor,  Michigan,  up 
to  three  years  ago,  at  which  time  his 
mistress  took  him  to  Hayli,  Missouri, 
to  visit  her  sister-in-law  and  the  five 
children.  Yellow  Jack  and  the  five  had 
a  fine  time.  Then  last  summer  he  was 
taken  back  home  to  Benton  Harbor. 
But  he  stayed  only  one  day.  Four 
months  later  he  turned  up  at  the 
home  of  the  five  children  in  Missouri. 
I!e  had  walked  six  hundred  miles. 


We've  had  excellent  nature  books 
from  city  folk  lately,  especially  week- 
enders, like  Lewis  Gannett  and  his 
Cream  Hill.  Cream  Hill  is  in  Con- 
necticut, and  Lewis  Gannett  week-ends 
from  the  New  York  Herald  Tribune. 
Now  we  have  Possum  Trot  Farm 
by  Leonard  Hall,  who  goes  out  from 
the  St.  Louis  Post-Dispatch  to  his  farm 
in  the  Ozarks.  Spring  plowing,  honey- 
bees,cheerful  fires  in  fall,  wood  chopping 
in  winter  make  dreamy  escape  reading 
for  us  city  livers,  but  what  chores  for  the 
week-ending  farmer ! 


In  our  comments  on  In  Our  Image 
(December)  we  misnamed  the  artist. 
/f's  Guv,  not  George,  Rotce.  And  if 
yon  couldn't  find  in  lite  hoot,  the 
drawing  we  used,  the  reason  is  tlmi  it 
tens  done  by  another  artist. 


THE    CONQUERORS,    by  Thomas 

B.  Costain,  is  another  of  our  particu- 
lar enthusiasms.  Here  Mr.  C  stain  is 
writing  straight  history,  not  a  Historical 
novel.  But  it  is  history  new  style.  In- 
stead of  recording  movements  and 
trends,  with  a  succession  of  human 
figures  standing  solemnly  beside  their 
dates,  The  Conquerors  brings  the  per- 
sonalities of  history  firmly  into  the 
foreground.  It  covers  the  period  of  Eng- 
lish history  from  William  the  Conqueror 
to  Magna  Charta,  from  1066  to  1215. 

• 

Open  the  Door,  by  Marion  Edey, 

is  a  book  of  child's  verses  that  every 
child  will  love.  It  is  serene  and  nay  ami 
lilting.  For  the  child  in  a  dark  flat  it 
will  open  up  a  world  of  birds  and  small 
animals  and  fields  bright  with  sunshine. 
It  will  delight  the  country  child  because 
in  it  he  will  see  his  own  back  yard.  And 
the  grownup  who  reads  it  will  drop  a 
tear  for  her  oivn  lost  childhood. 


Only  fXOifVe -the  new 

HOME  PERMANENT 

has  the  Dial-a-Wave  to  give  you  the 
one  right  wave  for  your  hair! 


NO  OTHER  HOME  WAVE  IS  SO  FAST,  YET  SO  SURE  .  .  Rayve's  easy-to-use 
Dial-a-Wave  has  shown  millions  of  women  how  to  get  lovelier  waves  in  less 
time  .  .  .  without  guesswork!  Only  Rayve  has  this  individual  timing  guide  to 
show  you  instantly  the  shortest  waving  time  in  which  you  can  be  sure  that  yonr 
kind  of  hair  will  have  exactly  the  amount  of  curl  yon  want. 

SO  GENTLE,  SO  EASY!  Rayve's 
improved  creme  formula  is 
noticeably  gentler  .  .  .  and  the 
picture-booklet  directions  are 
extra-easy  to  follow. 

SOFTER,  MORE  NATURAL— YET 
LONG-LASTING  .  .  .  Satin-soft, 
frizz-free,  easy-to-manage  from 
the  first  day.  And  if  you  have  any 
kind  of  plastic  curlers,  all  you 
need  for  this  lovelier  cold  wave 
is  a  SI  Rayve  Refill. 


RAYVE  REFILL  KIT 


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FROM  THE  FAMOUS  PEPSODENT  LABORATORIES 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


Februat 


ElsieS  Winter 

l/term-Up  Snack 


Hot  coffee ...  Mot  chocolate 
fn  cookies!  Mmm... wonderful  I 


IOO%  PURE 
COFFE  e 


Boron's  Instant  Coffee 

Old-fashioned  coffee 
goodness  with  no  cooking., 
no  waiting...  no  work 


Now  ...  in  a  matter  of  seconds,  you  can 
enjoy  a  cheery  cup  of  really  satisfying 
coffee  .  .  .  with  no  fuss  or  bother!  We  even 
throw  the  used  grounds  away  for  you! 
So  good  .  .  .  with  all  that  wonderful  old-fashioned  coffee 
goodness  .  .  .  yet  Borden's  costs  you  far  less  than  coffee  made 
the  old-fashioned  way.  Because  it's  concentrated,  the  small 
jar  of  Borden's  gives  you  as  many  cups  as  a  lb.  of  ground 
coffee  .  .  .  yet  costs  you  up  to  20(  less. 

Another  reason  Borden's  tastes  so  heavenly  yet  costs  so 
little  is  that  it's  100 'r  pure  percolated  coffee  ...  all  coffee  .  .  . 
no  dextrose  or  carbohydrates  added  to  dilute  the  precious 
flavor. 

P.S.  For  extra  thrift  buy  the  5  oz.  jar.  You  get  as  many  cups 
as  2%  lbs.  of  ground  coffee  .  .  .  and  save  up  to  50(. 
Coffee  Loveis  Round  the  World  .  .  . 
Love  Borden's  .  .  .  'Round  the  Clock! 


Speedy-easy!  Goody-good! 
Make'hot  chocolate" 
right  in  the  cup  with 

Borden's 
Instant  Mix 


Never  so  speedy-easy !  Never  so  goody- 
good!  Simply  measure  Borden's  In- 
stant Mix  right  into  your  cup,  add 
hot  milk  or  water — and  serve  the  kids  the  lip- 
smackingest  hot  chocolate  ever! 

A  hot  chocolate  that's  as  rich  in  nourishment  as 
it  is  in  flavor-goodness.  Vitamins  B|,  D  and  iron 
are  added  to  Borden's  Instant  Mix. 

To. make  it  really  De  Luxe,  serve  it  as  we  show 
it  here  peaked  with  whipped  cream  and  sprinkled 
with  cinnamon,  and  watch  the  kids'  faces  beam! 


Easy  does  it! 

Borden!s  Eaqfe  Brand 
IgjiojusEn  Mj^j     Magic  6-way  cookies 

(Makes  about  30  cookies— 2  V, "  diam.) 
1  'A  cups  (15  oz.  can)  Eagle  Brand  Sweetened  Condensed  Milk 
Vj  cup  peanut  butter.  Any  one  of  the  six  ingredients  listed  below: 
2  cups  raisins  2  cups  bran  flakes 

2  cups  corn  flakes  1  cup  chopped  nut  meats 

3  cups  shredded  coconut  2  cups  chopped  dates 

I.  Mix  Eagle  Brand  Sweetened  Condensed  Milk,  peanut  butter, 
and  any  one  of  the  six  ingredients  listed  above.  2.  Drop  by  tea- 
spoonfuls  onto  well-greased  baking  sheet.  3.  Bake  in  moderate 
oven  (375  P.)  for  12  minutes  or  until  brown.  4-  Remove 
from  pan  at  once.  FREE!  "Eagle  Brand  Magic  Recipes"  — 
Address  Elsie,  Dept.  J-20,  P.  O.  Box  175,  New  York  46,  N.  Y. 


/*=  rr£  borpen's  /t's  got  to  be  good/ 


2.5 


PIBLIC  AFFAIRS   DEPAHTME.U     •    Edited  by  MARGARET  lll'KEV 


GIRLS  CLUB... 


Finding  Your  Community  Project 

By  MARGARET  Hlf  KEY 


PERIODIC  inventory— that's  good  sense  for  clubs  as  well  as 
business  firms.  Take  stock  of  your  club's  volunteer  efforts 
and  the  use  of  project  funds  once  a  year.  Many  organiza- 
tions discover  too  late  that  their  project  has  no  practical  pur- 
pose, or  that  their  effort  overlaps  the  work  of  another  group. 
This  prodigal  waste  of  energy  and  finances  could  be  avoided  if 
organization  leaders  took  care  to  clear  their  programs  through 
established  community  committees.  At  the  same  time,  many 
worthy  projects  languish  for  lack  of  financial  aid  and  willing  vol- 
unteers only  because  clubs  have  failed  to  make  their  community 
efforts  known  and  understood.  Your  club  may  be  one  of  these. 

Community  Clearinghouse 

Every  community  should  have  a  clearinghouse  to  advise 
clubs.  Social-agency  councils  serve  this  purpose  in  about  100 
communities,  while  in  several  hundred  other  cities  the  Com- 
munity Chest  itself  assists.  Delegates  from  women's  and  civic 
groups,  individual  community  leaders  and  other  interested 
citizens  get  around  the  conference  table  to  discuss  local  needs. 
Armed  with  the  facts,  the  council  is  able  to  suggest  construc- 
tive programs.  At  the  same  time  it  can  help  discourage  "prima 
donna"  projects  of  organizations  more  interested  in  the  spot- 
light than  in  the  basic  problems  of  the  community. 

In  Dallas,  Texas,  and  Memphis,  Tennessee,  special  com- 
mittees have  established  a  list  of  community  needs  that  clubs 
may  wish  to  do  something  about.  In  Oklahoma  City,  the  Coun- 
cil of  Social  Welfare  has  issued  a  directory  of  local  projects 
and  their  sponsors,  with  suggestions  for  the  selection  and  or- 
ganization of  other  useful  programs. 

Teamwork — a  Club  Must 

There  is  much  untapped  good  will,  energy  and  skill  available 
for  worth-while  projects.  The  General  Federation  of  Women's 
Clubs  launched  a  nation-wide  "Build  a  Better  Community" 
program  just  last  year,  and  has  enlisted  2800  participating 
clubs.  Men's  civic  groups,  business  and  industrial  women,  as 
well  as  executive  leaders  like  those  who  make  up  the  member- 
ship of  Altrusa  and  Soroptimist  clubs,  are  putting  their  efforts 
into,  educational  and  health  programs.  The  Girls  Clubs  of 
America,  Inc.,  with  units  in  28  cities,  has  gained  the  volun- 
teer and  financial  support  of  many  club  groups. 

In  Cleveland,  close  co-operation  with  the  Welfare  Federa- 
tion led  the  Kiwanis  Club  into  the  field  of  vocational  rehabili- 
tation. In  Charlotte,  North  Carolina,  the  Junior  Chamber  of 
Commerce  joined  with  health  authorities  to  sponsor  a  class  for 
the  mentally  retarded.  The  Rotary  Club  in  Richmond,  Vir- 
ginia, works  with  the  state  Department  of  Public  Rerrealinn 
to  provide  young  people  with  better  leisure-time  activities. 

Good  intentions  alone  will  not  do  the  job.  Seek  help  from 
your  council  of  social  agencies.  Confer  with  leaders  <>l  ;;roii|>s 
like  the  Girl  Scouts,  the  Young  Women's  Christian  Associa- 
tion or  the  local  Red  Cross  chapter.  Be  certain  that  the  project 
into  which  you  pour  the  full  weight  of  your  club  energies  is 
the  right  one— for  you,  and  for  your  community.  THE  END 


Using  their  own  dolls  as  models,  these  little  girls  are  learning 
under  a  trained  nurse  the  first  principles  of  child  care.  When 
they  qualify  as  "child  nurses"  at  Worcester  Girls'  Club,  they 
may  wear  white  caps  and  aprons  "just  like  the  real  nurse." 


In  Worcester,  Massachusetts 


JOAN,  an  8-year-old  with  long  swinging  pigtails,  was  saving.    Tin  taking 
tap  dancing  now.  You  can't  take  a  piano  with  you  when  somebody  wants 
to  see  what  you  can  do,  but  you've  always  got  your  logs." 
The  second  girl,  Mary,  a  tiny  6-year-old  with  straight  blond  hair  and  a  big 
dimple  in  her  right  cheek,  talked  so  fast  her  words  stumbled  over  one  another. 
"Guess  what  I  made  yesterday,"  she  said.  "Tomato  soup!" 
"Gee  whiz — how  ?" 

"Well,"  she  said  eagerly,  "first  you  open  a  can  " 

Joan  and  Mary  are  only  two  of  2000  girls  between  6  and  16  w  ho  come  each 
week  to  the  Worcester,  Massachusetts,  Girls'  Club  after  school,  evenings  and 
Saturdays  "to  have  a  good  time."  And  while  they  are  having  a  good  time,  they 
learn  cooking,  sewing,  courtesy,  music,  poise — all  important  to  the  girls,  and 
even  more  important  to  the  community  when  they  become  mothers. 

"Little  girls  are  quieter  about  their  frustrations  and  resentments  than 
boys,"  says  Dora  Dodge,  executive  director,  "but  any  girl  who  doesn't  have 
some  opportunity  along  the  line  to  do  what  she  wants — or  someplace  to  go 
after  school  where  someone  really  cares  for  her — doesn't  become  a  good 
homemaker  or  citizen.  If  you  wait  until  they're  interested  only  in  boys,  it's  too 
late.  Here  we  catch  them  young — when  they  want  to  learn — and  try  to  lill 
them  full  of  so  many  things  to  feel  and be and  do  that  thov  will  Irani  to  develop 
their  initiative  and  resources  to  find  their  real  persoualilios." 

Hence  the  Girls'  Club  program  is  directed  mainlv  toward  girls  from  (> 
to  12,  particularly  those  girls  in  Worcester's  liea\il\  populated  industrial 
areas  where  families  are  large  and  funds  for  recreation  small.  In  each 
of  its  two  houses — Lincoln  and  Quinsigamond — dues  arc  kept  purposed 
down  to  50  cents  a  year  so  that  no  child  may  be  excluded.  And  girls  un- 
able to  find  the  same  facilities  in  other  girls'  organizations  (where  dues 
are  higher  and  meetings  less  frequent)  come  from  all  over  the  city  by  bus 
ami  on  foot  to  "play"  at  the  (/iris'  Club.  {Continued on  Pat'  '  >") 


PHOTO  BY  RUTH  OKK1N 


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28 


1LM0ST  every  girl  goes  through  the  experience 
I  sometime;  but  why?  What  can  happen  to  turn  a 
1  dreamy-date  affair,  something  just  this  side  of  per- 
il, feet,  into  a  hopeless  heartache  that  nothing  but  a 
phone  call  can  cure?  What  can  happen  to  an  ever- 
lovin'  bov  who  used  to  call  every  night  to  make  him 
for»et  even  how  to  drop  a  nickel  in  the  telephone?  The 
answer  isn't  easy,  and  it's  just  a  little  different  for  ev- 
erv  boy-girl  story  told.  But  to  help  you  out  of  your 
current  heartbreak  (or  to  prevent  the  next  smashup!), 
we've  rounded  up  some  "what  happened?  '  letters 
from  the  Sub-Deb  mail,  letters  from  girls  who  are 
waiting  and  wondering  "Why  doesn't  he  call?"  Maybe 
you  can  read  yourself  between  the  lines! 

"Last  Friday  we  went  to  a  formal  dance  and  because 
we  got  stuck  on  a  country  road  I  didnt  get  home  until 
ten'  late  (or  very  early) .  My  mother  reprimanded  me  and 
John  s  parents  were  very  angry.  On  Tuesday,  at  school, 
he  suggested  ice  break  up.  He  gave  the  reason  that  Ins 
mother  didnt  want  him  to  get  serious  about  any  girl,  since 
he  is  just  seventeen.  We  had  planned  a  date  for  that  com- 
ing  Friday  night  so  1  called  him  on  the  phone  to  see  if  he 
icas  going  to  keep  it,  and  he  said  he  had  a  cold  aid 
wasn't  allowed  out.  And  I  haven  t  heard  from  him  since. 

That  "cold"  probably  developed  from  the  icy  stare 
his  mother  gave  him  when  she  said,  "All  right,  young 
man,  no  more  dates  for  you  for  the  next  month! " 
Most  families  set  down  dating  rules  for  boys.  John 


stayed  out  till  the  wee  hours  of  the  morning  and  his 
penalty  is  to  give  up  you.  Even  high-school  romances 
last  longer  if  you  have  the  boy's  family  on  your  side. 

"One  night  recently  I  had  walked  my  girlfriend  half- 
way home  and  we  had  paused  for  a  minute  on  the  corner 
to  talk  before  she  went  on.  Along  came  a  car  with  three 
boys  and  they  stopped  to  talk.  My  girl  friend  and  1 
wouldn't  talk  to  them,  but  one  boy  got  out  and  he  was  so 
friendly  1  let  him  walk  me  home.  He  told  me  he  was  in 
college  and  acted  so  sincere  that  I  liked  him  a  lot.  W  hen 
he  left  me  at  the  front  door  it  was  with  the  understanding 
that  he  d  phone  me  during  the  week  about  a  date  for  the 
following  Saturday  night.  Well,  that  was  about  two 
weeks  ago  and  Vm  still  waiting  for  him  to  calU 

It's  just  another  case  of  pickup  letdown.  Whether 
you  like  it  or  not,  you  might  as  well  fcce  the  facts: 
boys  don't  have  the  attitude  toward  pickup  friendships 
that  they  do  toward  the  proper,  Emily  Post,  "I'd  like 
you  to  meet  my  friend"  kind.  Many  fellows  feel  they 
just  don't  owe  the  same  brand  of  courtesy  to  street- 
corner  acquaintances  that  they  do  to  other  girls.  11 
you  take  a  chance  on  letting  a  boy  pick  you  up,  you 
also  take  the  chance  that  he  will  think  of  you  as  just 
that— a  babe,  an  easy  date,  another  pickup. 

"So/Tie  days  the  boy  I  like  is  extra  sweet  to  me  and  the 
next  day  he  just  flips  me  a  casual  'hello  that  he  icould 
flip  to  any  girl.  1  had  a  wienie  roast  the  other  night  and  I 


THE   SUB-DEB   •    EDITED   BY  MAUREEN  DAEY 


invited  him.  He  sort  of  played  up  to  me  all  night.  I  have 
tried  to  make  him  jealous,  but  he  says  he  doesn't  care  if  I 
go  with  other  boys.  1  often  go  to  the  drugstore  when  he 
works  to  see  him,  but  he  never  calls  me  for  a  date. 

And  just  when  would  the  boy  have  time  to  call  you 
when  you  are  chasing  him  all  the  time?  Too  much  at- 
tention, too  many  invitations  and  the  unhappy  habit  of 
hanging  around 'the  place  a  boy  works  are  the  fastest 
ways  to  convince  him  that  he  sees  enough  of  you  with- 
out having  you  around  as  a  date-mate  too.  Give  him  a 
chance  to  miss  you  once  in  a  while! 

"My  boy  friend  and  I  broke  up  just  before  he  left  for 
college  this  fall.  A  few  months  after  that  I  got  a  letter 
from  him  wanting  me  to  write  to  him  'just  as  a  good 
friend:  While  1  was  trying  to  decide  whether  to  write  or 
not,  I  got  another  letter  from  him  saying  a  lot  of  mushy 
things  like  'Could  you  love  me  again?'  and  all  that.  I 
finally  wrote  and  said  I  was  too  busy  with  my  schoolwork 
to  write.  I  was  polite  but  definite.  He  was  home  last  week 
end,  and,  though  he  didnt  call  me.  I  realize  now  that  I 
like  him  as  much  as  ever:'' 

Well,  it's  always  a  good  idea  to  be  polite,  but  too 
bad  you  had  to  be  so  definite!  A  good  rule  to  follow  in 
letter  writing  is  this:  never  put  down  on  paper  what 
you  would  not  want  to  say  face  to  face.  Brush-off  con- 
versations can  alw-ays  be  forgotten,  but  you  just  can  t 
get  those  written  words  back  once  the  letter  has 
been  dropped  in  the  mailbox. 

"  When  school  started  last  fall  I  met  a  boy  and  started 
going  with  him.  He  called  me  up  every  night  and  came 
over  almost  every  day  after  school.  We  went  with  each 
other  for  over  three  months  and  I  liked  him  very  much. 
Then  some  of  my  girl  friends  began  calling  him  at  night, 
pretending  to  be  me  or  just  making  some  kind  of  joke. 
Then  one  day  my  girl  friend  railed  him  to  apologize  for 
all  the  silly  phone  calls  and  since  then  he  just  hasn  t 
ailed  me  at  all." 

Those  giggling,  "guess  who's  calling  Alexander 
Graham  belles  never  fail  to  tangle  up  the  telephone 
lines.  Sometimes  a  bov  is  flattered  to  have  a  string  ot 
mysterious  female  calls  every  evening;  but  most  of  the 
time  he  just  begins  to  wonder  if  he  isn't  the  biggest 
part  of  the  telephone  jokes.  And  probably  his  family 
had  something  to  say  about  it  too.  No  wonder  your  ex- 
chum  decided  that,  instead  of  a  smooth  date,  you  were 
childish,  embarrassing  and  strictly  a  wrong  number. 


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PHOTO  BY  MUNKACS1 


"I  am  really  frightfully  ignorant 
about  .  .  .  everything.  I  don't  know  anything  about  mvself  — 
how  I'm  made,  or  what  makes  me  tick." 

By  HENRY  B.  SAFFORD,  M.  D. 


doctor  sat  regarding  with  a  measure 
surprise  the  two  women  who  had 
t  been  ushered  into  his  consulting 
im.  The  slightly  graying  hair  of  the 
:ggested  early  middle  age.  The 
•  was  her  daughter — that  was  a  fact 
he  had  definite  knowledge,  since 
Deen  present  at  her  birth, 
ven't  seen  either  of  you  for  years," 

Mrs.  Doe,  isn't  it?" 
t's  right,  Doctor,"  replied  the  older 
"and  this  is  my  daughter  Jane." 
looks  very  much  like  you,  Mrs. 
w,  which  of  you  is  the  patient?" 
Doctor." 
ly?  Miss  Doe,  I  should  say  that 
ar  to  be  in  quite  good  health." 
is,"  Mrs.  Doe  answered.  "She 
i  sick  a  day  since  she  had 

mate  girl!"  the  doctor  conceded. 
I  see — she  should  be  about  twenty- 
Well,  if  Jane  isn't  sick,  what  can 
Jier?" 

jis  going  to  be  married  next  month, 
lought  she  should  be  checked  over 
lit  whether  she  is  entirely  normal 
f>jd  in  every  way."  ••  « 

v  y  sensible  idea.  I'm  a  firm  believer 
U;marital  examination." 
Oiee,  Doctor,"  Jane  interpolated, "  I 
Kfer  frightfully  ignorant  about  .  .  . 
Mg.  I  don't  know  anything  about 
"-now  I'm  made,  or  what  makes  me 

idl  couldn't  tell  her,"  Mrs.  Doe 
i ,'  ecause— well,  I'm  really  not  much 
ii|>rmed  myself.  So  we  came  to  you." 
>Mnean  you  want  me  to  give  you  a 
I  J  anatomy,  physiology  and  pa- 
ly if  the  female  reproductive  sys- 
'^;gested  the  doctor.  "It  takes  the 
leiiedical  student  many  months  of 
"liking  to  acquire  that  knowledge." 
lib— not  that,  of  course;  but  we 
'At  'ou  could  tell  Jane  something 
«h  self." 

:11  imagine  I  can.  Suppose  I  do  the 
»a>n  you  came  for,  and  I'll  com- 
Mfly  about  the  normal— and  the 
N-as  I  go  on.  I'll  have  my  nurse 
n*n  the  examining  table.  You  can 
Mr,  Mrs.  Doe." 

il  1  later  the  doctor  turned  from 
/,*q:t-draped  figure  on  the  table  be- 

wlhe  first  thing  we  shall  consider," 
Jjyis  the  bony  pelvis.  Let's  call  it 

\\\ :«.  SO,  by  Henry  B.  Safford,  M.D.  This  is 
"Jeries  of  articles  taken  from  the  book  to 
"f'^-arly  in  1951  by  Renbayle  House,  Pub- 
hors.  Inc.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 


the  basin  because  that's  what  'pelvis' 
means  in  Latin.  It  contains  most  of  the  fe- 
male organs  which  we  propose  to  check.  Its 
sides  are  made  up  of  four  bones,  three  of 
them  substantial  ones,  while  a  series  of 
muscles  and  tissues  compose  its  bottom. 

"  Now  in  the  case  of  a  young  woman  such 
as  Jane,  who  is  not  remarkably  cushioned 
with  fat,  we  can  note,  as  she  lies  flat  on  the 
table,  certain  points  marking  the  outlines  of 
the  bony  pelvis.  Here  is  one  just  above  the 
hip,  denoting  the  outermost  extremity  on 
one  side,  and  the  corresponding  one  on  the 
other.  I  will  pencil-mark  these  points  on  her 
skin  with  crosses.  Then,  with  calipers,  I 
can  measure  the  distance  between  .  .  . 
and  if  it  is  found  to  be  about  normal, 
which  would  be  roughly  ten  inches,  we 
may  assume  that  this  bony  girdle  is  about 
average  in  width.  We  also  measure  from 
front  to  back,  and  diagonally  as  well.  All 
of  which  being  normal,  we  will  say  that 
Miss  Doe  has  an  average-sized  pelvic  basin, 
and  she  should  be  able  to  deliver  an  aver- 
age-sized child  through  it  easily." 

"But  those  are  the  outside  measure- 
ments," objected  Mrs.  Doe.  "I  should 
think  it  would  be  the  inside  ones  which 
would  count." 

"Of  course,"  agreed  the  doctor.  "But  it 
is  impossible  to  reach  the  inside  for  the 
purpose  of  measurement,  except  at  the 
outlet  of  the  basin;  even  there,  we  are 
limited.  However,  in  the  case  of  a  normally 
built  woman  with  no  apparent  deformity, 
when  the  outside  measurements  are  within 
normal  limits  it  will  be  found,  nine  times 
out  of  ten,  that  the  inside  ones  correspond. 
Now,  about  that  basin,  and  its  contents. 

"The  bottom  of  the  basin  is  formed 
from  a  series  of  muscles,  ligaments  and  tis- 
sue fibers  stretching  across  in  almost  every 
conceivable  direction,  and  preventing  the 
contents  of  the  abdominal  cavity  from  es- 
caping. There  are  three  openings  in  this 
soft  tissue:  (1)  the  small  orifice  through 
which  urine  is  passed,  known  as  the  urethra  ; 
(2)  the  vaginal  canal,  for  reproductive 
purposes;  and  (3)  the  anus  (the  end 
of  the  rectum)  through  which  feces  are 
excreted. 

"Two  pairs  of  lips,  known  as  the  larger 
lips  and  the  smaller,  surround  the  vaginal 
opening.  The  larger  ones  are  composed  of 
skin,  covered  with  short  hair;  the  smaller 
ones  are  hairless,  with  skin  and  mucous 
membrane  not  unlike  that  of  the  lips  of  the 
mouth.  Just  above  the  upper  margin  of  the 
smaller  lips,  where  they  converge,  is  located 
a  little  organ  called  the  clitoris,  an  erectile 
structure  which  is  sexually  sensitive. 
(Continued  on  Page  146) 


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Coatume: 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


Eobruary,  WSO' 


They're  flaky!  They're  tender! 
Theyte  made  with  Crisco ! 


Crisco- the  One  and  Only- 
discovered  this  sure  way 
to  perfect  pastry ! 


Eyes  sparkle,  mouths  water— it's  love  at  first  bite 
for  these  dumplings!  Each  savory,  spicy  meat  loaf 
nestles  in  pastry  that's  flaky  and  tender  and  light 
as  a  cloud.  Yes,  if  you  want  a  real  glow  of  pride, 
bake  the  Crisco  way! 

It's  simple  as  can  be.  With  pure,  all-vegetable 
Crisco  and  Crisco's  sure-fire  pastry  method  even 
a  beginner  can  get  delicious,  flaky,  tender  pastry 


every  time.  Digestible  pastry,  too!  Yes,  9  outc 
doctors  say  Crisco  is  easy  to  digest. 
Why  take  less  than  perfection?  You're  sur 
flavor-rich,  tender  pastry  shells  and  pie  crust,  ? 
time  you  bake,  the  Crisco  way!  Just  use  the  p 
recipe  given  above,  and  on  every  Crisco  J 
Discover  one  reason  why  more  women  cook 
Crisco  than  any  other  vegetable  shortening! 


Fries 


use  CriSCO 

it's  digestible! 


WE'RE  using  as  little  water  as 
possible  at  the  Workshop  now, 
with  the  shortage  in  New  York 
City  the  worst  in  years,  as  it  is  many 
plaees  elsewhere — only  here  on  more 
vast  a  scale.  Inspectors  appear  to 
check  on  leaky  faucets;  housewives 
are  urged  to  wait  till  they  have  a 
washing  machine  full  before  doing 
their  laundry ;  the  lads  at  the  Madison 
Square  Boys'  Club  get  their  shortened 
showers  in  groups  of  six,  and  in 
restaurants  waiters  are  instructed 
not  to  serve  water  unless  it's  re- 
quested. While  up  at  the  Croton  res- 
ervoir, which  we  pass  occasionally, 
not  only  have  farms  and  stone-fenced 
fields  come  into  view  which  have  been 
deep  under  water  ever  since  the 
present  enormous  dam  was  built,  but 
the  original  1830  dam,  which  ever 
since  1890  has  been  covered  by  forty 
feet  of  water,  is  once  again  fully  ex- 
posed, looking  a  little  old-fashioned, 
but  otherwise  fine. 

When  Mrs.  Samuel  A.  Leivisohn, 
as  Chairman  of  the  Board  of  Trustees 
of  the  Public  Education  Association, 
wrote  Beatrice  Blackrnar  Gould  last 
fall  that  they  were  sponsoring  a  Rem- 
brandt exhibition  this  month,  it  seemed 
to  us  that  there  could  hardly  be  a  better 
way  to  bring  funds  and  public  attention 
to  an  organization  that  works  so  effec- 
tively to  improve  our  schools.  For  the 
show  itself  was  bound  to  be  a  delight, 
and  an  education,  too,  with  Rembrandt 
paintings  from  France,  Holland  and  pri- 
vate collections  here — the  first  of  its 
kind  for  as  far  back  as  Mrs.  L.  can  re- 
member. 

A  man  we  know,  who's  the  story  editor 
here  in  town  for  Paramount  Pictures, 
dropped  in  at  the  studio's  fitting  rooms  the 
last  time  he  ivas  in  Hollywood  to  have  his 
1936  Tuxedo  let  out  a  little  before  a  dinner 
party,  when  in  came  handsomely  dressed 
Montgomery  Clift,  peeling  off  his 
clothes,  to  try  on  a  costume  for  An  Amer- 
ican Tragedy — a  suit  of  dungarees. 

Just  as  Hugh  Kahler,  who  reads  a 
million  «onU  of  manuscripts  a 
month,  tops  off  his  reading  day  with 
a  Shakespeare  play  or  something  of 
the  sort,  Ruth  Matthews,  who  is  for- 
ever flying  to  all  parts  of  the  U.  S.  on 
How  America  Lives,  thinks  nothing 
of  taking  off  on  a  week-end  flight  for 


the  fun  of  it,  such  as  a  recent  one  to 
Haiti,  where  she  previewed  the  Bicen- 
tennial Exhibition  at  Port-au-Prince. 
Came  back  quite  excited  about  ma- 
hogany and  about  the  Haitian  presi- 
dent's wife,  Mine.  Estitne,  who,  clad 
in  a  gray  flannel  sports  suit,  received 
Ruth  in  the  great  hall  of  the  palace  to 
chat  about  the  wonders  of  dishwash- 
ers and  the  efficacy  of  spanking. 
"What  about  mahogany,  Ruth?"'  we 
asked.  "Why,"  she  said,  "they  not 
only  make  fences  of  mahogany  down 
there — they  even  burn  it  in  fire- 
places!"" 

The  last  time  the  Gene  Autrys  were 
here  they  brought  the  plans  of  their  new 
Hollywood  home  to  show  Henrietta 

PHOTO  BY  MARIAN  STEPHENSON 


For  Mr.  A.,  room  for  fifty  hats. 

Murdoch-  how  things  were  going.  Mrs. 
A.'s  doing  the  decorating,  and  particu- 
larly proud  of  her  desert-green  living 
room  with  its  dramatic  drapes  and  its 
honest-to-goodness  garden  that  grows 
right  in  from  out-of-doors.  While  Gene, 
to  keep  track  of  his  clothes,  has  had  to 
give  a  lot  of  thought  to  his  blue-and- 
yellow  dressing  room,  with  an  island  of 
neckties  in  the  center  surrounded  by 
closets  for  all  kinds  of  costumes  and 
equipment.  "What's  that,  like  an  enor- 
mous filing  system?"  Miss  Murdock 
inquired.  Gene  looked.  "Oh,  that's 
where  I  keep  my  Western  hats.  Forty- 
two  right  now,  but  places  for  fifty." 

From  what  Dawn  Croivell  Norman 

tells  us,  this  would  appear  to  be  baby  sea- 


f 


son  for  beauty  editors,  with  Vogue's 
Evelyn  Green  Haynes  having  one  in 
January,  Harper's  Bazaar's  Sarali 
Tomerlin  Lee  expecting  one  momen 
tarily  this  month,  "and  my  own,"  Dawn 
informs  us,  "due  in  March." 

Fewer  people  married  in  1948  than  in 
any  other  year  since  the  war,  and  the 
divorce  rate  fell  even  more  sharply — 
from  4.3  per  1000  population  in  1946  to 
2.8  in  1948.  .  .  .  Doctors  say  that  a 
shortage  of  vitamin  in  the  diet  can 
cause  extensive  damage  to  the  brain 
Tests  on  monkeys  showed  degeneration 
of  parts  of  the  brain  and  nerves,  en- 
largement of  the  right  side  of  the  heart, 
degeneration  of  heart  muscle  and  of 
nerve  fiber.  .  .  .  Coming  up:  a  new 
line  of  stoves  painted  bright  fire-engine 
red.  .  .  .  According  to  psychiatrists, 
women  have  a  greater  capacity  for 
happiness  than  men,  but  also  a  greater 
capacity  for  unhappiness.  They  are 
affected  much  more  than  men  by  feel- 
ings rather  than  thoughts.  .  .  .  Here's 
what  a  make-up  man  did  to  Francis,  a 
mule,  before  he  was  ready  to  appear  in 
the  movies:  installed  false  teeth  to  till 
some  unsightly  gaps  in  the  mule's  lower 
jaw;  squirted  eyewash  in  its  eyes  for 
added  luster;  designed  hair-covered 
leather  extensions  for  its  ears;  added 
extra  hair  to  its  tail  to  improve  the 
swish;  and  put  inch-and-a-half  lifts  on 
its  shoes  so  Francis  could  see  eye  to  eye 
with  actor  Donald  O'Connor  in  close- 
ups.  Serving  Francis  were  a  trainer,  a 
"voice"  coach,  a  hairdresser  and  a 
sanitary  engineer. 

When  the  people  in  Ipswich  told 
Richard  Pratt  about  their  Seven- 
teenth Century  Day,  \>  iih  the  wonder- 
fid  old  houses  up  there,  which  we 
published  in  October,  all  open  to  the 
public,  it  seems  now  that  they  meant 
lust  summer  only ;  not  every  summer 
as  he  said  in  his  article.  "1  hope  it 
amuses  you,"  a  friend  of  his  in  Ips- 
wich writes  him,  "that  because  after 
your  article  so  many  extra  people 
have  already  come  to  the  always  open 
Whipple  house,  and  because  you  so 
firmly  announced  that  Seventeenth 
Century  Day  was  an  annual  affair,  we 
now  find  ourselves  compelled  to  hold 
it  again.  It's  all  your  fault,  so  do  stop 
by  the  second  week  of  Jul}  .  and  be 
our  guest  of  honor!" 


She  was  his  wife 
and  partner, 
but  he  eouldn't  live  without 
the  other  woman. 

By  NELIA  4.  \ltl»\|  ic  WHITE 


THE  JOI'H.\AL'S  «  «MP..ETi:.,>,„xE.IfiM  K  XOVEL 

year  had  all  along  seemed  to  be  leading  up  to  something.  All 
A  through  the  spring  and  summer  the  consciousness  that  this  was  so 
had  mcreased  in  the  mind  of  the  doctor's  wife,  till  now,  in  the  autumn 
the  awareness  had  become  a  heavy,  almost  insupportable  weight  of 
apprehension.  A  sentence  she  had  once  copied  in  an  old  address 
book  kept  coming  to  her  mind,  Solon's  words:  "Now  is  the  time 
to  take  heed  of  everything." 

Today  she  had  come  out  of  the  post  office  with  Micah's  letter  in 
her  hand,  and  on  the  step  had  come  face  to  face  with  Medora  Jessup 
At  once  those  words,  "Now  is  the  time,"  came  to  her  and  she  had 
an  odd  feeling  of  faintness,  but  nothing  happened  beyond  a  "Hello 
Mrs.  Broome,"  from  Medora,  an  answering  "Hello,"  from  herself  ' 
She  walked  on  home  through  the  late  afternoon,  a  bulky  figure  of 
a  woman,  with  small,  dark,  lively  eyes,  dark  hair  in  an  unfashion- 
able knot  on  top  of  her  head.  The  doctor  was  over  at  Brumley  and 
had  phoned  that  he  would  not  be  home  till  time  for  office  hours 
There  would  be  only  her  lonely  supper  to  prepare,  the  letter  from 
Micah  to  read.  She  did  not  read  the  letter  on  the  street,  for  she  liked 
to  savor  her  son's  letters. 

The  big  yellow  house  seemed  very  quiet  as  she  went  in.  It  was  a 
pleasant  house,  and  once  she  had  thought  it  beautiful  and  taken  great 
pride  in  it.  She  hung  her  coat  away,  went  into  the  office  to  see  that  all 
was  tidy  and  ready  for  the  evening  calls.  The  waiting  room  was  that  of 
any  country  doctor.  There  were  nondescript  but  comfortable  chairs  a 
diploma  on  the  wall,  a  worn  Brussels  carpet,  the  doctor's  desk  which 
was  always  deep  in  a  litter  of  medical  journals,  bottles,  prescription 
pads,  odds  and  ends  left  behind  by  patients.  On  one  wall  were  some  ten 
Curner  &  Ives  prints  framed  in  a  dull  mahogany  wood.  The  doctor's 
wife  had  put  them  there  and  children  always  liked  to  look  at  them. 
/  must  change  the  plant,  she  thought. 

She  went  to  the  wide  sill  where  stood  a  bowl  of  slightly  dried  au- 
tumn leaves,  carried  the  bowl  out  to  the  kitchen,  brought  back  a  great 
jar  of  tall  zinnias  that  had  been  in  the  living  room.  The  zinnias  stood 
bright  between  the  white  curtains.  There  was  nothing  more  that  she 
could  do  here.  It  was  a  feeling  that  the  doctor's  wife  had  often-that 
there  was  nothing  more  she  could  do,  nothing  at  all. 

She  went  to  the  kitchen,  tried  to  think  of  food,  but  she  was 
never,  for  all  her  big  body,  hungry.  She  had  great  skill  fa  preparing 
food  for  others,  but  often  felt  a  distaste  for  food  herself.  She  made 
a  cup  of  tea  and  carried  it  to  the  breakfast-room  window  that  looked 
toward  the  back  garden,  sat  down  and  opened  her  letter  from  Micah 
As  she  did  so  she  had  again  the  same  feeling  she  had  had  when 
she  had  met  Medora  Jessup  on  the  post-office  steps,  a  sense  of  ap- 
prehension and  anticipation,  as  if  now  the  happening  were  going  to 
take  place,  the  waiting  ended. 

Dearest  Mother:  Do  you  wan.  to  break  it  to  the  doctor  .ha.  I've  accepted  a 
post  with  the  Museum  of  Fine  Arts  in  Boston?  Between  you  and  me,  I  might 
say  that  I  m  no.  a.  all  sun-  about  .his  step.  I  jus.  seen,  .o  be  moving  that  way 
and  no  one  Stops  me.  I  used  to  be  a  Rood  deal  surer  about  everything,  didn't 
Perhaps  1  mi&hi  even  have  made  a  good  doctor;  who  knows?  But  I  have  no 
stomach  for  it  at  the  moment.  I'll  probably  get  home  before  I  go  to  Boston  on 
November  1st,  though  I  must  say  it  tires  me  to  think  about  it.  An  artist  I 
know-well,  I've  told  you  of  her,  haven't  I?-Ncllie  Peel  by  name  is  driving 
up  that  way  soon  and  she  might  either  bring  me  or  meet  me  there.  She's  only 
my  thorn  in  the  flesh  "right  now  and  you  don't  (Con,inueJ  on  Pa,e  76) 


ILLUSTRATED     BY     HARRY  ANDERSON 


Letters  to 


the  Editor 


By  MARY  Mc  SHERRY 


402  Catalpa  Street,  Egerton,  Indiana, 
April  2,  1949 


Mr.  Hugh  MacNair  Kahler, 
The  Ladies'  Home  Journal,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 
_  Dear  Mr.  Kahler:  This  is  the  first  story  I  ever  sent  to 
wasn  t  an  old  hand  at  writing  love  ^T^^ZT^  n"  ™  ^  ^  W  1 
I  won  t  s     any  more;  becauge  when  hecan  e  D  zzy  With  Desire  is  right  out  of  my  heart. 

When  '  7011,11       Wh3t  1  mean-  mCanS  6Verything  ^  her°ine' 

*  he  knprih-  ^hTlt^  7/^er  is  a  very  strict  man,  and 

my  work  at  my  own  address  above.  I  think &  a       f  t  ^  «*»  me  about 

ah.  You  can  write  me  at  Cousin  Laura's.  She's  n  old  I  1  t    \  ^  ^  Vm  an  auth-  at 

and  she's  a  lot  more  sympathetic  abou  my   e^  7n  J 1    ,1,  ^        3  ^  ^  » 

just  two  blocks  away,  and  I'll  run  over  every  day  to  look  r        ^  603  M^  That's 

posS1b.e  because  thls  means  a  lot  to  me.  VouZe  w    t  ImT  T  ™  ^  "  ^  * 

see  what  I  mean  when  you  read  the  story, 
^ours  truly,  Mary  Murdock 


402  Catalpa  Street,  Egerton,  Indiana, 
April  9,  1949 


Mr.  Hugh  MacNair  Kahler, 
The  Ladies'  Home  Journal,  Philadelphia,  Pa 

If  you  don",  like  ,he  way  Di2Zy w*h"  ^  s"         ™~h«  '  «   

teH  jus.  by  reading  i,  tha,  it-3  an  autobj    7         .Z  Z  '      t  '?  Cha"*e     '         V™  « 

•ha,  I'm  only  seventeen  a„d  kM  Qf  m  j.uP  rj^jy  *  *•«*  Deligh,  LaFortune,  eScep, 
h»u  .  ,us,  shiny  brown,  which  certainI   ^   #    ^     »'  "         -Howy  and,  i„stead  of  red_ 
I  ve  graduated  from  high  school,  and  I've  been  he  ZZ       I  .     ?  my  ^  Aft"  «U. 

years  ago,  aud  ,ha,  ages  a  girt,  even  .hough  h^atr ^        Si"«  ™-  *- 

sense  of  a  rabbi,  would  ,ake  Ar.hur  Johnson  if  she  h  ",.  "°  ^  a"d  """  ^  *M  »ilh  "« 

girl  with  a  hear,  would  wan,  Why  eve Zu h  „,   !  Ci'"'t  **  """  Jo"  is  ^'"""S  a 

Me  ehanee  remarks  ,ha,  he  jJ^^f^^Z'^T^       ^  "  *  '  »  «  f™ 
S,ephe„  in  Dfay  With  Desire-lhhe  and  J     d  „  ZZ        *       "  *         SCe  mC'  ">» 
eyes  are  so  blue  tha,  they  jua,  don',  look  Z^^^l'T,  ^  T  ¥  «  h""-  ' 
everything  about  him  is  jus,  perfeet'  It  hlal  L-J  T  ?  "  r8Ve"  8  "'"«  and  curly-  A"°.  oh, 

»«  I  .ess  rm  no  ^-T^Z^Z^^ "  ^ 

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j3 


lLBSIH""   BY   JON  WHI, 


T  is  not  often  that  tour  adults  find  themselves 
.  frantically  trying  to  outwit  an  eight-year- 
d  child,  but  in  the  case  of  the  Burtons  and  the 
etchers  versus  Danny  Shaw,  this  is  exactly 
bat  happened.  The  inevitable  crisis  was  several 
onths  in  maturing;  but  when  it  finally  came 
a  head,  the  Burtons  and  the  Fletchers  acted 
though  they  were  dealing  with  a  troop  of 
valry  instead  of  with  one  small  boy.  And 
is  was  primarily  because  they  didn't  realize 
at  although  Danny  Shaw  was  only  eight, 
3  mind  was  in  many  respects  that  of  a  full- 
jwn,  and  tricky,  man. 

At  first  glance  Danny  looked  just  a  little 
thetic.  He  was  small  and  thin,  with  a  head 
it  appeared  slightly,  although  not  unnat- 
illy,  pointed  and  ears  that  stuck  out  and 
ned  forward  at  the  top.  His  chin  and  lower 
were  almost  minute,  and  they  seemed  to 
out  of  a  neck  no  thicker  than  a  cigarette, 
only  big  thing  about  him,  in  fact,  were  his 
;  they  were  full  and  round  and  deep  brown, 
their  size  was  accentuated  by  dark  circles 
ch  ringed  them  completely  and  faded  grad- 
ly  into  his  pallid  skin.  His  dark  hair  grew  in  a 
nless  mass  on  his  head,  and  on  closer  inspec- 
there  appeared  further,  and  darker,  hair 
his  spindly  forearms.  He  was  seldom  seen 
augh,  but  when  he  did  it  was  the  detached, 
ed  laugh  of  an  adult  about  to  have  his  pic- 
taken.  For  the  most  part,  he  just  stood 
ind  and  stared.  At  the  beginning,  that  is. 
anny  became  a  part  of  the  Burtons'  and  the 
chers'  lives  the  moment  they  moved  into 
r  twin  houses  on  the  upper  East  Side  in 
York.  He  lived  in  a  nearby  apartment,  and 
living-room  window  looked  on  the  small, 
ed-in  garden  out  back  which  the  Burtons 
the  Fletchers  shared.  When  he  wasn't 
|;ing  on  the  fence  in  front,  or  peering  in 
•kitchen  windows,  he  was  sitting  in  his  liv- 
groom,  which  was  on  the  second  floor,  and 
ing  into  the  garden. 

hr  him  the  garden  was  a  Mecca,  because  it 
i  designed  as  a  playground  and  the  whole 
i?r  area  was  covered  with  gravel.  There  were 
I  six  ailanthus  trees  of  varying  sizes,  and 
nd  the  fence  grew  rhododendrons,  for- 
a,  honeysuckle  and  wistaria.  The  hitch,  as 
is  Danny  was  concerned,  was  that  the 
her  children,  who  moved  in  first,  were  too 
g  for  him;  one  was  two  and  the  other  was 
But  when,  a  few  weeks  later,  the  Burtons 
d  in  with  a  two-year-old  and  an  eight- 
)ld,  Danny's  chance  came.  The  day  they 
d  in  he  met  (Continued  on  Page  128) 


By  NATHANIEL  BENCH  LEY 


ILLUSTRATED     BY     BARRY  ANDERSON 


As  in  many  homes,  family  portraits  were  Christmas  cards.  This  is  1936's.  The  affectionate  pose  was  typical  of  the  true  ivarmth  that  pervaded  their  home  life. 


Dowager  Queen  Mary  was  in  tears.  The  Duchess  said,  with  a  sigh. 
"I'm  afraid  there  are  going  to  be  great  changes  in  our  lives,  Crawfie." 


INSTRUMENT  OF  ABDICATION 


I,  Edward  the  Eighth,  of  Great 
Britain,  Ireland,  and  the  British  Dominions 
beyond  the  Seas,  King,  Emperor  of  India,  do 
hereby  declare  My  Irrevocable  determination 
to  renounce  the  Throne  for  Myself  and  for 
My  descendants,  and  My  desire  that  effect 
should  be  given  to  this  Instrument  of 
Abdication  Immediately. 

In  token  whereof  I  have  hereunto  set 
My  hand  this  tenth  day  of  December,  nineteen 
hundred  and  thirty  six,  In  the  presence  of 
the  witnesses  whose  signatures  are  subscribed. 


SIGNED  AT 
FORT  BELVEDERE 
IN  THE  PRESENCE 
OP 


ABDICATION  BROUGHT  A  TREMENDOl 


The  future  Queen  of  England  was  five  tvhen  Marion  Crawford,  a 
twenty-two,  became  her  governess.  Elizabeth's  father  was  not  ye 
King.  Crawfie  icas  responsible  for  her  education  and  that  of  he 
sister,  Margaret  Rose,  until  Elizabeth's  marriage  seventeen  yeai 
later.  This  is  the  second  installment  of  Crawfie' s  friendly  account  o 
two  natural,  high-spirited  little  girls  growing  up  within  a  palactl 


HE  old  Kin»  was  dead,  Uncle  David  was  the  new  King — Edward  VII) 
Presently  Queen  Mary  moved  away  from  Buckingham  Palace  to  Mar 
borough  House.  This  is  a  big  square  bouse  standing  in  its  own  beautiful  garde 
behind  a  high  brick  wall,  a  stone's  throw  from  the  palace.  It  is  filled  with  beaut  if 
things,  including  Queen  Mary's  collection  of  jade,  of  which  she  is  very  proUi 
Of  all  the  royal  houses  this  is  ihe  most  homelike  and  best  kept,  every  floor  ar 
window  always  shining.  Queen  Mary's  staff  never  want  to  leave  her.  Everyoi 
who  works  for  her  loves  her  very  much. 

I  remember  al  thai  time  picking  up  a  paper  one  night  and  seeing  in  the  Cou 
( iirrular  an  unfamiliar  name.  A  Mrs.  Simpson  was  among  the  guests  mentioned 


Girls  were  appalled  at  idea  of  living  in  palace,  but  excited  by  little  crowns,  fancy  clothes,  squealed  delightedly  at  friendly  crowds  during  balcony  appearances. 


JlANGE.  . 


BY  MARION  CRAWFORD 

Former  Royal  Governess 


he  new  King's  country  home,  Fort  Belvedere.  I  thought  nothing  of  it  at  the  time, 
ut  presently,  when  the  rumors  and  whispers  that  had  long  been  going  on'  in  the 
i  orld  outside  began  to  reach  us,  I  remembered  the  name. 

Though  the  foreign  papers  had  long  been  full  of  gossip  and  strange  specula- 
ons,  it  was  not  until  the  autumn  of  1936  that  the  English  papers  brought 
lemselves  to  mention  her  by  name,  except  in  the  Court  Circulars.  I  expect  the 
,;rvants  all  knew  more  than  I,  or  the  lady  in  waiting,  for  the  Fort  Belvedere  serv- 
lts  must  have  had  tales  to  tell,  and  no  doubt  told  them.  All  we  al  I  15  Piccadilly 
hew  in  the  schoolroom  was  that  of  a  sudden  we  saw  much  less  of  handsome 
olden-headed  Uncle  David.  There  were  fewer  occasions  when  he  dropped  in  lor  a 
>mp  with  his  nieces. 

I  Then  one  day  when  we  were  all  at  Royal  Lodge  for  the  week  end  he  arrived 
'lexpectedly  to  tea,  bringing  friends  with  him.  Among  them,  Mrs.  Simpson.  I 
joked  at  her  with  some  interest.  She  was  a  smart,  attractive  woman,  already 
'iddle  aged,  but  with  that  immediate  friendliness  American  women  have.  She 

World  copyright,  1950.  The  Curtis  Publishing  Co.  No  portion 
of  this  may  be  reprinted  without  special  written  permission. 


To  Lilibet,  abdication  day's  keenest  meaning  was  loss  of  swim  which  she 
anticipated.  Margaret  cried,  "But  I've  only  just  learned  to  spell  'York.'*' 


BUCKINGHAM  PALACK.s.w  I 


3w  fc-H^j 


4  "Margarel  is  very  young  for  a  coronation."'  said  Lilibet,  worry- 
ing slightly  about  Margaret's  behavior.  Girls  wore  bobby  socks 
under  first  long  gowns  in  parade  (left)  with  Queen  Mary,  King. 


KliYKTONK 


-A-"It  was  impossible  not  to  notice  the  change  in 
Uncle  David.  He  had  been  so  youthful  and  gav." 
Girls  missed  their  favorite  uncle  when  he  left. 


figh 


-"P- Favorite  pastimes  included  pillow 
and  their  parents  often  joined  them.  Ki  'i1 
was  fleet  runner,  good  hide-and-seek  mi 


WIDE  WORLD 


-^Swimming  teacher  wanted  to  close  pool  while  giris 
swam,  but  Crawfie  said  to  treat  them  like  Jane  and  Mary 
Smith:  "They  do  so  hate  having  any  difference  made." 


-A-Crawfie  and  girls  going  out  of  their  home  at  145 
Piccadilly  during  abdication  crisis.  They  dis- 
liked publicity,  were  upset  by  photographers. 


Sandhjncham,  Norfolk. 


THE  LITTLE  PRINCESSES 


JLcrt    off  Jlr* 


AND  WHEN  PAPA  CAME  HOME  T< 


appeared  to  be  entirely  at  her  ease;  if  anything,  rather  too  much  so. 
She  had  a  distinctly  proprietary  way  of  speaking  to  the  new  King.  I 
remember  she  drew  him  to  the  window  and  suggested  how  certain 
trees  might  be  moved,  and  a  part  of  a  hill  taken  away  to  improve  the 
view. 

I  have  never  admired  the  Duke  and  Duchess  more  than  on  that 
afternoon.  With  quiet  and  charming  dignity  they  made  the  besl  aj 
this  awkward  occasion  and  gave  no  sign  whatever  of  their  feelings.  : 
But  the  atmosphere  was  not  a  comfortable  one,  and  I  was  glad  when 
the  Duchess  said,  "Crawfie,  would  you  like  to  lake  Lilibet  and  I 
Margarel  into  the  woods  for  a  while'.''" 

Lilibet  slipped  her  hand  into  mine  when  we  were  well  out  ol  car-  I 
shot.  'Oawfie,  who  is  she?"  sin;  asked  uneasily. 

I  cau  l  remember  w  hat  I  said  or  how  I  slurred  the  awkward  moment 
over,  but  later  when  the  abdication  had  taken  place  and  I  Ley  two  half  I 


4  Lilibet  made  her  own  mourning  papei  bj  penciling  in  black 

border.  Hobo  was  girL'  nursemaid:  Georgina  laughl  French 
Lilibet  loved  drawing,  writing,  slaved  in  vain  al  knitting. 


J 


1.5 


Zoo  visits,  any  public  trips,  were  rare; 
a  subway  trip  when  they  bought  their  own 
tickets  was  considered  a  great  adventure. 


Girls'  accomplishments  astonished  and  delighted  the 
King.  "I  don't  see  how  they  do  it,"  he  said.  "We  were 
always  so  terribly  shy  and  self-conscious  as  children." 


ff  mine  robes  never  altered  their  love  of 
Tiirty  toy  horses  moved  to  Buckingham 
,  were  groomed  nightly  by  the  two  girls. 


Crawfie  watching  Lilibet  sit  for  sculptor.  "There  is  an  idea  going 
round  someone  older  would  have  been  better,"  Queen  said,  "bul 
we  don't  think  so.  We  want  our  children  to  have  a  happy  childhood." 


I 

INCH  HE  WAS  KING  OF  ENGLAND 


one  away  together  into  another  country,  I  explained  that  unfortu- 
'ately  Uncle  David  had  fallen  in  love  with  someone  England  could  not 
bcept  as  their  Queen,  because  she  had  been  married  before,  and  her 
usband  was  still  living. 

It  was  easy  for  Lilibet  to  accept  this.  A  very  strict  standard  <>l 
Horal  behavior  is  enforced  in  court  circles.  No  divorced  persons  have 
ie  entree  to  the  palace  courts  or  garden  parties,  and  should  they  have 
Jen  presented  earlier  their  names  are  removed  from  the  palace  lisls. 
j  No  one  alluded  to  that  visit  when  we  met  again  later  in  the  evening. 
«usual,  nothing  whatever  was  said,  though  I  suppose  most  of  us  had 
ie  subject  in  our  minds.  Maybe  the  general  hope  was  slill  thai  il 
nhing  was  said,  the  whole  sad  business  would  blow  over,  and  I  lie 
ing  would  come  to  his  senses. 

j  But  it  was  impossible  not  to  notice  the  change  in  Uncle  David.  He 
fid  been  so  youthful  and  gay.  Now  he  looked  haggard  and  distraught. 


"Very  delightful,  intelligent,  unspoiled  children."  Dowager  ^ 
Queen  Mary  said.  "Their  education  is  in  wonderful!)  capable 
hands."  Lilibet's  coronation  account  was  put  with  state  papers. 


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THE  LITTLE  PRINCESSKS 


"LIFE  IN  A  PALACE  IS  RATHER 
LIKE  CAMPING  IN  A  MUSEUM." 

He  fumbled  incessantly  with  his  tie,  and  seemed  not  to  be  listening  to 
what  was  said  to  him.  He  made  plans  with  the  children,  and  then  forgot 
them,  or  did  not  bother  to  keep  them. 

On  December  3,  1936,  the  newspapers  carried  a  grim  headline: 
The  King  and  His  Ministers.  Great  Constitutional  Crisis.  I  had  been 
out.  I  bought  an  evening  paper  just  outside  in  Hamilton  Gardens,  and 
I  remember  I  read  the  headline  while  I  waited  for  the  front  door  to 
open. 

Looking  back,  I  can  see  now  that  it  was  really  the  end  of  a  chapter. 
The  peace  of  the  house  was  broken.  The  cloud  had  appeared  on  the 
horizon.  The  uneasiness  we  all  sensed  in  the  air  grew  and  did  not 
diminish.  The  new  King's  country  house  was  not  far  from  Royal 
Lodge,  where  we  spent  the  week  ends.  He  was  always  down  there,  and 
no  one  knew  he  might  not  repeat  the  unexpected  visit  of  the  previous 
week  end,  and  drop  in  again. 

Gossip  grew,  and  now  it  was  impossible  not  to  take  notice  of  it. 
Once  the  children  were  asked  to  go  over  to  Fort  Belvedere  to  tea.  It 
was  a  little  difficult  to  explain  to  them  why  they  might  not  go.  Both  of 
them  sensed  something  amiss,  but  did  not  know  what  it  was.  Con- 
versations w7ould  break  off  as  we  entered  the  room. 

I  do  not  know  what  we  would  have  done  at  that  time  without  the 
swimming  lessons.  They  were  a  great  diversion  and  took  our  minds 
off  other  matters. 

The  little  girls  were  always  very  anxious  to  do  whatever  other 
children  did.  They  longed  to  learn  to  swim,  among  other  things,  and  I 
suggested  this.  The  Duke  and  Duchess  wTere  wonderfully  good  about 
allowing  these  innovations,  though  some  of  the  older  members  of  the 
family,  I  feel,  did  not  always  approve. 

The  swimming  lessons  at  Bath  Club  did  much  to  tide  us  over  this 
anxious  and  difficult  time,  and  to  keep  the  children  amused.  We  had, 
first  of  all,  the  fun  of  choosing  bathing  costumes  and  caps.  This 
entailed  a  lot  of  trying  on,  with  the  Duke  and  Duchess  watching.  In 
the  end  they  both  had  the  Bath  Club  regulation  dark  blue  swim  suits, 
with  initials  in  white,  and  white  caps.  Lilibet  looked  so  pretty  in  hers. 
She  was  a  long,  slender  child  with  beautiful  legs.  Margaret,  everyone 
owned,  looked  like  a  plump  navy-blue  fish. 

There  was  always  a  slight  tension  when  the  children  went  anywhere 
in  this  way.  People  tended  to  create  situations,  and  I  was  always 
determined  to  avoid  them. 

The  swimming  instructress  at  the  Bath  Club  was  Miss  Amy  Daly. 
She  is  to  the  young  swimming  world  what  Mrs.  Wordsworth,  the 
famous  London  society  (lancing  mistress,  was  to  beginners  in  that 
other  accomplishment.  Miss  Daly,  when  I  went  i<>  see  her  and  tell  her 
she  was  to  have  the  Princesses  as  pupils,  was  ho1  and  bothered.  What 
-I  i<  mil  I  she  do?  Should  she  curtsy?  Ought  the  baths  to  be  closed  w  hen 
the  Princesses  had  their  lessons?  How  Bhould  she  treal  the  little  girls? 

I  remember  sa)ing  to  her.  "Alter  all.  Miss  Daly,  everyone  looks 

much  the  same  in  the  water,  you  know!  (Continued on  Pan  62) 


Princesses  knew  guards,  Brooms,  police  bj  name,  bad  special  favorites, 
thought  -nme  "sour  looking."  Postman  wenl  righl  through  upstairs  halls! 


Ill  If  IB 


r 


Two  of  today's  best  subtropical  houses  bring  new  design  ideas 
to  home  builders  elsewhere. 


By  RIC  HARD  PRATT 

Architectural  Editor  of  the  Journal 


ON  THE  G1LF  SIDE  IN  SARASOTA 


stor. 


laundry 


\ou  come  in  from  the  carport,  past  the  growing  grass  rug 
of  the  sky-lit  patio,  and  enter  the  glassed-off  living  room.  From  the 
dining  table  you  get  the  picture  below.  The  kitchen  is  a  step  away  to 
the  right,  as  the  plan  points  out;  and  beyond,  the  bedrooms  and  bath.  It 
couldn't  be  easier  to  live  with,  or  look  at— at  the  ceiling,  for  instance. 
It's  a  single  slab  of  insulated  concrete,  the  polished  gray  terrazzo 
floor  another,  keeping  the  house  cool  from  above  and  dry  from  below. 
Open  house  is  held  for  only  the  pleasantest  parts  of  Florida's  famous 
weather.  Screens,  jalousies,  sliding  glass  and  solid  walls  turn  all  the 
rest  away — with  a  fireplace  and  built-in  electric  coil  for  cold  snaps. 


—■'  outdoor  living 

>th^y_|       «  L 

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bedroom 

i4'xir 


BY  THE  OCEAN  IN  FORT  LAUDERDALE 


As  the  title  starts  to  say,  Florida  at  its  finest  is  to  be  found 
not  only  on  the  beaches  and  the  water,  but  in  the  house-;  thai  have 
learned  how  to  make  the  most  of  that  extraordinary  climale.  \\  hen 
you  look  at  this  house  at  Fort  Lauderdale,  and  the  one  at  Sarasota, 
somewhat  smaller  and  less  elaborate,  you  can  see  how  delightfully 
good  modern  design  deals  with  luscious  winter  warmth  and  sunlight. 
Each  house  is  angled  to  catch  the  pleasant  breezes  and  to  ward  ofi  the 
high  winds.  Roofs  with  wide  overhangs,  whether  gabled  like  this  one 
here  or  flat  like  the  one  on  the  opposite  page,  are  parasols  for  protec- 
tion on  the  sides  that  get  the  glare  of  the  sun:  with  the  result  that  walls 
of  either  fixed  or  sliding  glass  can  safely  and  more  effectively  combine 
the  best  features  of  both  indoor  and  outdoor  living  for  the  fortunate 
occupants.  The  wide  expanse  of  windows  in  the  moonlight  picture 
of  the  living  room  above  faces  eastward  across  a  little  lagoon  to  the 
ocean.  The  early-morning  sun  pours  in  pleasantly,  but  by  nine  o'clock, 
just  before  it  begins  to  wear  out  its  welcome,  the  roof  conies  hi  the 
rescue.  By  lunchtime,  when  the  table  is  set  on  the  tucked-in  terrace 
on  the  right,  this  ocean-view  side  of  the  house  is  shady  and  cool.  The 
house,  in  its  own  wonderful  way,  is  making  the  most  of  the  weather. 


THERE'S  SOMETHING  ABOUT  HER 


Friendly  and  casual, 

unconcerned  about  clothes 


By  WILHELA  CUSHM  VN 

Fttshiftri  Ktlitor  of  the  Journal 

Tall,  brunet  Mrs.  Gordon  Gray,  wife  of  the  Secretary  of  the 
Army,  may  have  a  luncheon,  committee  meeting,  tea  and 
white-tie  evening  affair  all  in  the  same  crowded  day  of  her 
life  in  Washington.  Half  her  schedule  would  involve  many 
women  in  elaborate,  time-consuming  ideas  about  clothes. 
Mrs.  Gray  has  a  different  point  of  view.  She  likes  her 
clothes  best  when  they  are  old,  doesn't  like  to  have  ton 
many  "because  it's  too  hard  to  keep  up  with  them,"  still 
wears  a  favorite  evening  dress  which  she  had  before  she  \\  a- 
married.  She  spends  most  mornings  in  a  sweater  and  skirl, 
many  days  in  a  tweed  suit,  puts  on  a  "good  black  dress" 
most  afternoons,  feels  uncomfortable  in  trick  hats  and  ex- 
treme heels  (she's  five  feet  eleven  in  her  beloved  flats)  .  .  . 
but  she  can  change  easily  and  quickly  from  casual  to  dra- 
matic personality  when  she  dresses  for  evening.  Although 
she  usually  wears  gray,  navy  or  black  for  daytime,  she  often 
chooses  brilliant  color  for  important  evenings.  Mrs.  Graj 
has  four  sons  from  two  to  ten  years  old,  goes  home  to 
North  Carolina  with  them  for  the  summer.  Before  her  mar- 
riage in  1938,  she  was  Jane  Craige,  of  Winston-Salem. 


PHOTOGRAPHS  HY  FONSSAGKIVES 


Mrs.  Gordon  Gray,  dressed  lor  an  important  reception  al  1  he  Society  ol  the  Cincinnati,  in 
i  bflre-shouldered  crim-,on  lace  and  faille  designed  by  I 'a  I  ullo.  Velvet  bag  and  (la  I  slippers. 

Black  lor  afternoon.  Mrs.  Gray  goes  to  the  National  Gflllef)  before  a  lea.  wears  a  slim 
faille  die-,  by  Christian  Dior  ol  New  York,  a  fringed  ribbon  turban,  a  black-fox  mull. 

HAT  BV  JOHN  rVMmlOi  i-rarlh  mv  1RAMAW  nCIIKPPO.  WMITR  1-lfnKIN  rww««  nv  AHIIHR  DAVID. 


Mrs.  Gray,  in  a  tweed  skirt  and  cashmere  sweater, 
spends  Saturday  morning  with  her  four  sons. 


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Washington  has  months  of  suit  weather.  This 
gray  tweed  by  Castillo  of  Elizabeth  Arden  is  worn 
with  black  lizard  bag,  black  hat  and  gloves. 


Embassy  afternoons  or  informal  dinners:  a 
smoke-gray  taffeta  by  Pauline  Trigere,  worn 
with  a  coral  felt  hat,  Maximilian's  mink  stole. 


A  day  for  shopping,  school  meeting,  odds 
and  ends:  the  easy  kind  of  tweed  suit  that 
Mrs.  Gray  loves,  by  Alvin  Handmacher. 


To  lunch  in  her  favorite  wool  dress: 
carbons-gray  shawl  fashion  b) 
Claire  McCardell,  with  coral  hat. 


Mrs.  Gray  entertains  in  her  beloved  twelve-year- 
old  evening  dress  of  plum-colored  velvet  and  violet 
jersey  for  at-home  evenings,  worn  with  pearls. 


CORAL  HAT  AND  BLACK  LIZARD  BAG  BY  MR.  JOHN.  GRAY  HAT  BY  JOHN  FREDERICS,  BLACK  HAT  BY  LILLY  DACHE. 


30 


Navy-blue  wool,  with  the  look  of  serge,  in  a  slim  dress  with  a  jacket.  Crisp  white 
linen  edged  in  rickrack  for  collar  and  cuffs.  Vogue  Design  No.  6997,  12  to  20. 


THE  JOURNAL'S 


wardrobe 


We  plan,  when  we  select  the  designs  for  our  "(Jem  of  a  Wardrobe"  pages,  that  you 
could  take  any  costume  and  lil  il  right  into  your  own  wardrobe.  Each  is  a  GEM  in  it- 
self. Take,  lor  instance,  our  gray  wool  dress  u  ill)  its  classic  simplicity  and  crisp  white 
touches.  Our  red  coat  is  no  longer  considered  "special,"  but  almost  a  necessity.  It 
is  a  lift  to  a  neutral  wardrobe  and  co-ordinates  a  bright  one.  We  think  our  navy- 
blue-and-eheeked  combination  is  particularly  adaptable.  Wear  the  dress  and  jacket 
together ...  the  dress  separately  ...  or  the  jacket  with  an  extra  skirt.  Eor  a  dressier 
costume,  we  looked  For  one  thai  would  i  lo  the  job  of  tluer.  Our  slim  black  talT'eta  looks 
lovely  with  |)itik  sash  and  gloves  .  .  .  with  tulle  or  net  overskirl  (pattern  includes 
this)  ...  or  with  matching  belt  and  contrasting  stole.  By  Nona  O'LBABt 


Your  classic  coat  looks  well  over  everything. 
"Easy-to-Make"  Vogue  Design  No.  6641,  12  to  20. 


Hui  VoKiir  I'ii  1 1 1  r  im  ul  I  In-  alorr  ulinli  hi  II.  ilnin  n,  t  our  ijlv.  Or  urilcr  liy  mail,  nu  lo«ir>« 

i  link  or  fiiiiiii-v  urili-r.*  from  \  «»Klli'  I'litliTH  SiTvirc,  I'lilniilii  \\v   wrwnwii-ll,  ( or  in 

CflnAlla  from  1960PS4         4v«Wr,  Tnr until.  Out    ('  Cum  .  in  ul  rfiilrnln  |ilfi*nr  mill  milm  Int.) 


Slim  black  taffeta;  wear  sashed  in  a  pastel,  or  with  lull  net  overskirt 
when  you  want  it  to  look  dressier.  Vogue  Design  No.  S-4997  I  2  to  18 


Pleated  checked  wool  skirl,  navy  and  white,  Vogue  Design  No. 
6994,  24  to  30  waist:  to  wear  with  jacket  of  your  other  dress. 


Red  feh  and  white  feathered  hats 
by  Mr.  John  i  navy  jockey  rap 
and  white  ttraw  hat      Chanda : 

plaid  tilk  taffeta  scar  f  and  had,  and  rvd 
fiamd -st  ilcfa'd  Iran  h\  \fr.  John- 

pink  taffeta  glovet  by  1  iola  ft  einberger, 

■ill  yV»Wrv  hv  Seaman  Srhrpps. 


Graj  wool  in  a  dress  you  will  love  for  its  simplicity;  white  tie  and  cuffs,  pearl 
buttons  and  patent  belt  look  toward  spring.  Vogue  Design  No.  6998,  12  to  40. 

F#r  ««r- /.  and  1Hh<r  Viettpm  and  Rrieem  tarn  m  Vaqv  if000 


By/  STEAKS  HOI  I  is  „„d  BIN  NEE  BAKXES 


What  ean  van  «la  when  i\u-  man  van 
lave  In  Irving  lo  aiarry  yaa  —  in  someone  else? 


TIMOTHY  DUVALL  blinked  and  rubbed  his  chin 
thoughtfully.  Either  his  memory  was  slipping  or 
those  were  the  same  ankles  just  in  front  of  him 
that  he  had  observed  three  other  times  today.  He 
allowed  his  eyes  to  rove  upward  from  the  ankles 
moving  snappily  along  the  avenue.  Yes,  they  be- 
longed to  the  same  girl,  he  nodded  in  satisfaction  at 
himself  and  then  frowned:  the  ankles  had  stepped 
off  the  curb,  and  he  hastened  to  follow  before  the 
amber  light  changed  to  red.  This  turned  out  to  be  a 
tactical  error:  there  was  a  large  puddle  at  the  curb, 
and  a  bus  was  approaching;  the  girl  jumped  back- 
ward and  collided  with  an  unseen  object,  which  was, 
of  course,  Timothy.  He  heard  himself  emit  an  un- 
dignified "ughnck"  as  he  went  down. 

'  I'm  so  sorry."  She  hovered  over  him  as  he 
picked  himself  up.  "Are  you  hurt?" 

He  looked  at  her  indignantly,  hand  cupped  gin- 
gerly over  his  eye.  "I  believe  I'm  minus  an  eye,  but 
think  nothing  of  it.  I'll  probably  manage  with  one." 

"Let  me  see."  She  pulled  his  hand  away  and  then 
sighed.  "I'm  afraid  you  have  the  makings  of  a  first- 
class  shiner  .  .  .  unless  " 

Several  people  had  collected  and  were  standing 
near  the  two  of  them  curiously. 

Timothy  signaled  a  cruising  cab  and  propelled  the 
girl  into  it.  As  the  cab  started,  he  reminded  her: 
"You  were  saying?" 

"Probably;  I'm  always  saying  something." 
"You  were  saying  that  I  had  the  makings  of  a 

shiner  .  .  .  unless   I  hate  unfinished  sentences. 

Unless  what?" 

She  sighed.  "Well,  I  think  I  could  fix  it  for  you 
before  it  s  too  late;  but  I  can't  do  it  without  some 

compresses,  and  " 

Timothy  leaned  forward  and  gave  the  driver  his 
address. 

"Where  are — who  lives  then;?"  the  girl  inquired. 

I  l  l  i  ITI/tTf  O  ii 


"I  do,"  replied  Timothy,  and  as  the  girl  started  to 
protest  he  said,  "All  right,  then,  let's  go  to  your 
house." 

She  blushed.  "Oh,  I  couldn't  do  that;  you  see, 
I  " 


"That  settles  it  then.  You  gave  me  the  eye;  I 
should  think  that  the  least  you  could  do  would  be  to 
try  to  fix  it  up  for  me.  How  can  I  appear  in  church 
tomorrow  with  a  shiner?" 

She  sighed  in  resignation  and  replied,  "All  right, 
I  guess  I  do  owe  it  to  you." 

Timothy  leaned  back  and  observed  her  in  detail. 
She  was  a  very  pretty  girl  in  a  well-cut  green  suit, 
her  hair  had  auburn  lights,  and  he  suspected  that 
her  hazel  eyes  had  green  flecks  in  them. 

One  hour  and  twenty  compresses  later,  he  knew 
that  her  eyes  had  green  flecks  in  them. 

"I'm  glad  it's  Saturday  night,"  he  observed.  "By 
Monday  this  eye  won't  look  so  bad,  and  maybe  you'll 
have  dinner  with  me?" 

"By  Monday  I'll  be  gone,"  his  unwilling  guest 
told  him. 

"You  will?"  Timothy  shrugged.  "Well,  O.K.,  but 
will  you  tell  me  something?  How  did  you  happen  to 
be  eating  a  Caesar  salad,  then  buying  a  bottle  of 
sherry,  and  then  buying  a  package  of  cigarettes,  all 
in  my  immediate  vicinity  within  a  few  hours  today?" 

She  blinked.  "Come  again,  please?" 

He  explained  patiently.  "T  went  to  Joe's  for  lunch; 
I  ate  a  Caesar  salad,  you  were  eating  one.  Later,  I 
stopped  to  buy  sherry,  you  were  buying  a  bottle; 
then  I  stopped  at  Cerda's  for  cigarettes,  and  you  were 
there  too;  then  I  started  toward  Fifth  Avenue  and 
you  were  just  ahead  of  me  again.  Kemember?  That's 
what  brought  us  together." 

She  was  thoughtful  a  moment.  "It  docs  seem  odd, 
probably  fate.  I'll  think  it  over  and  lei  you  know 
later."  (Continued  on  Pate  165) 


Ready  to  fit  into  a  man's  world.  Dick  Olson  has  the  eyes  of  a  sharpshooter  and  a  square 
shooter.  His  hard,  hlunt  fingers  handle  a  gun  as  if  it  were  a  tool.  That  slow  smile  and 
modest  poise  come  from  self-confidence  another  environment  might  have  denied  him. 


Profile 
of  Youth 


It  takes  all  kinds  of  young  people  to  make  up  the  teen-age 
world.  This  is  the  ninth  of  a  series  of  articles  ahout  teen- 
agers and  we  still  haven't  found  any  two  alike.  What's  done 
in  Iowa  may  be  frowned  on  in  Idaho;  the  hit  dance  step  in 
Columbus,  Georgia,  may  be  old  stuff  in  Columbus,  Ohio. 

Objectively,  candidly,  we  are  presenting  young  people  as 
we  find  them,  in  the  high  schools  they  work  in,  the  homes 
they  are  growing  up  in,  places  where  they  find  their  fun; 
at  their  best  and  at  their  worst  —  twelve  Profiles  of  Youth. 


*  LANDER,  WYOMING 

DICK  OLSON  pays  more  attention  to  horses'  legs  than  he  does  t( 
any  girl's.  If  his  puckish  face  is  more  dead  sober  than  usual  anc 
his  pale  blue  eyes  are  narrowed  to  his  inner  dreams,  chances  are  it'i 
horses  he  is  thinking  about.  When  his  lips  curve  to  a  whistle  and  h< 
says  reverently,  "Beautiful!  I  don't  mind  short  legs  if  they've  go 
punch!''''  he  is  looking  at  a  horse.  When  he  looks  at  the  ground  anc 
says,  "Oh?  She's  all  right,"  it's  a  girl  he  has  been  pressed  to  speak  of 
Dick's  blond  waves  and  grave  courtesy  please  the  girls,  but  it's  a  luck) 
date  who  gets  more  than  a  dozen  nonessential  words  out  of  him  th( 
first  evening.  "I  can't  think  of  anything  to  say  to  girls,"  he  complain* 
mildly.  "They  don't  say  much  to  me."  But  he  says  that  on  the  range  i 
man  can  talk  to  horses  all  day  long  and  horses  understand. 

Dick  is  eighteen,  five  feet  eight  inches  of  slight,  tough  muscle,  witl 
a  dignified  bearing  and  a  freckle-sanded  skin.  He  has  a  year-youngei 
brother,  Bobby,  and  a  thirteen-year-old  sister,  Rita.  They  live  on  s 
twenty-acre  patch,  two  miles  from  Lander,  Wyoming,  in  a  tiny,  white- 


When  Dick  chats  with  Fred  llanes,  his  summer  ho--. 
Fred  talks  to  him.  not  down  lo  him.  f  rom  -uch  men,  Dick 
gets  advice  and  the  vision  of  a  ranch  of  his  own  someda) . 


Itl  school  ever)  day  is  just  like  today  lo  he  faced  with 
polite,  resigned  hoiedom.  Dick  has  lo  work  to  reach  the 
C-grade   bracket!    Ili^   grade-school   average    was  7H..'>. 


Agricullure-class  field  trips  are  more  like  it.  1 
and  his  gang,  al  ease  when  perched  on  u  col 
fence,  observe  John  I lornecker's  Mack  Au^uf 


Spectators  yell  "Go  get  '«■/"  jrAen  a  calf  is  sprung.  Clenched  between  Dick's  teeth  is  a  piggin  string  to  tie  the  coifs  legs — if  he  is  skillful  enough  to  catch  her. 


hingled  house  the  boys  helped  their  dad  to  build.  Although  during 
ather  Victor  Olson's  recent  illnesses  the  family  income  has  dropped 
p  $100  a  month,  Dick  has  almost  everything  a  boy  in  the  West  could 
j'ant:  horses,  a  good  saddle,  use  of  the  family  car,  a  string  of  traps,  a 

ifle,  an  old  Browning  12-gauge  automatic  shotgun  that  was  his  grand- 
lither's,  $2  a  week — the  price  of  one  muskrat  skin — for  spending 
,ioney,  a  new  red-plaid  jacket,  some  well-used  boots,  and  one  brown 

dress"  suit  he  seldom  has  reason  to  wear.  He  doesn't  smoke  or  drink. 

he  boys  usually  see  one  movie  a  week  (Lander  has  one  theater  and  a 
■rive-in),  but  often  they  skip  a  week.  Activities  of  the  Future  Farmers 

f  America,  National  Guard  drill,  chores,  hunting,  fishing,  trapping 

id  horses  take  up  most  of  Dick's  spare  time. 

1  Only  about  20,000  people  occupy  the  9225  square  miles  of  Fremont 
ounty — an  area  larger  than  that  of  New  Hampshire,  Massachusetts, 
pnnecticut,  Delaware  or  Rhode  Island — and  Dick  is  not  pressed  by 
iverish  competition  to  make  a  living.  He  has  been  outside  the  state 
"  Wyoming  only  once  in  his  life — a  two-week  trip  last  summer 
i  Camp  Carson  in  Colorado  with  his  National  Guard  unit.  He  wants 
l|  stay  in  the  Wind  River  region  and  work  as  a  ranch  hand,  or  per- 
Jips  join  the  range  service.  His  school,  his  parents,  the  ranchers  lor 
IJiom  he  works  in  the  summertime,  and  old-time  horsemen  of  the 
'  alley  who  are  his  personal  friends  all  reinforce  this  desire.  He  expects 
;  |i  get  married  when  he  is  twenty-two  (only  four  years  away,  but  there 
if  111  be  a  girl)  and  live  well  on  a  maximum  of  $200  a  month.  The  world 

his  to  conquer  and  he  can  see  it  from  where  he  stands. 
If  Every  morning  when  Dick  wakes  up  in  the  small  upstairs  bedroom 
If  shares  with  brother  Bob,  he  can  look  out  his  window  and  see  the 
Hricolored  Wind  River  Mountains,  salted  with  snow,  bulging  up 
I  hind  the  little  town.  He  can  see  for  miles.  The  houses  cluster  along 
i  abroad  ruler-straight  main  street,  with  the       (Continued  on  Page  isn) 


OGRAPHS    BY   JOHN  COLLIEK 


he  heart  of  the  Olson  family  is  Dick's  vivacious  mother.  Bobby  and  Dick 
isionally  take  "kid  sister"  Rita  to  the  movies,  but  "the)  expect  a  lot  oi 
ice  in  return,"  sin-  savs.  Father  Olson  is  absent  for  hospitalization. 


Automobiles  rather  than  thundering  hoofs 
stir  the  layer  of  dust  on  Lander's  macadam 
Main  Street.~and  the  saloons  are  modern. 


Dick's  membership  in  the  National  Guard, 
where  he  mingles  with  an  aggressive,  older 
group,  helps  to  give  him  a  man  s  confidence. 


He  is  a  poor  bo\\  but  few  own  so  much  of  the  beauty  of  the  land  or  his  dreams  of  it. 


At  5  a.m..  dates  ride  into  mountains  overlooking  town  for  suniise  breakfast.  Menu  includes  flap- 
jacks, bacon  and  skillet-fried  eggs.  Teens  bring  eggs  by  car  to  picnic  site  tbe  night  before  to  pre- 
vent breakage  on  horseback  ride.  Low  mountain  temperatures  make  hot  coffee,  big  fire  welcome. 


"That  10  seconds  on  a  bronc  is  longest  time  in  the  world."  Some  high-school 
boys  participate  in  Lander's  rodeo,  bucking  tough  competition  from  profession- 
als. Entry  fees  are  high,  so  most  teens  just  watch;  bronc-bust  only  for  thrills. 


Boy  adej>t  at  swinging  his  partner  to  Texas  Slar  is  "top  man  on  totem  pole."  Couples  go  all-out  Western,  down  to  chaps  and  holstered  cap  pistols,  for  dam 


"i  7 


Calf-roping  is  strictly  male  play  at  ro-  Bareback  bronc  riding,  hanging  on  to  single  cinch  strapped  round  horse's  Performing  moose  trained  by  school-bus  driveris  favorite  date 
fleo;  girls  try  "for  laughs."  Best  belly,  is  rough  rodeo  sport.  Says  one  entrant,  "After  8  seconds,  the  attraction.  "Nancy"  kisses  owner,  begs  for  food;  last  year  she 
jiigh-school  roping  time:  18  seconds.         pickup  men  come  to  get  you  on  a  platter."  Minor  injuries  are  frequent.        attended  National  Moose  Convention  in  San  Francisco. 


Vild  deer  abound  in  mountains;  bronc- 
juster  identifies  Wyoming  state  license. 


N  Lander,  Wyoming*  fun  is 
rough  readv,  and  clothes  are 
rugged  to  match.  Teens  square- 
dance  at  weekly  parties;  and  at 
dances  decorations  include 
deer  and  moose  heads  on  walls, 
stuffed  Rockv  Mountain  sheep 
on  which  couples  'sit  this  one 
out,"  and  saddles  hung  from 
raftered  ceiling.  Girls  climb  on 
saddles,  ride  them  like  broncs 
as  dates  sw  ing  them  to  and  fro. 

Home  parties  are  rare  ("We 
just  drink  pop  out  of  bottles — 
nd  then  spin  the  bottle");  biggest  party  in  recent  memory  was  night 
fter  football  home-coming  celebration,  when  thirty  fellows  and  girls 
thered  to  bleach  hair  with  peroxide.  Some  then  dyed  topknots  bright 
een,  the  school  color,  with  vegetable  tints.  Reaction  of  the  more  con- 
rvative  crowd:  "Such  is  life  on  a  totem  pole." 

In  Lander,  "where  rails  end  and  trails  begin,"  fresh-air  date  doings 
ay  include  trail  rides  far  into  the  mountains,  midwinter  swimming  a  I 
earning  hot  springs  on  Indian  reservation  near  town,  or  rabbit  hunt- 
g  on  roads  at  night.  Boys  load  .22  rifles,  "freeze"  rabbits  by  focusing 
r  spotlight  in  eyes,  shoot  from  roadside.  The  evening's  bag  depends 
"how  much  gas  and  how  many  bullets  you  have." 
High-schoolers  spend  occasional  date  nights  visiting  disk  jockey 
>m  Beverly  Hills  ("Tbe<  Beverly  Hillbilly")  at  local  station;  bring 
m  hamburgers,  help  choose  platters  for  program.  Male  teen  "with 
fad  on  a  girl"  may  request  tunes,  I  Never  See  Maggie  Alone  or 
u're  Breaking  My  Heart.  But  only  a  "gluefoot"  would  request  Lan- 
r's  least-liked  record.  Why,  Oh,  Why  Did  I  Ever  Leave  Wyoming'.'' 


Fancy  beaded  Indian  footwear  is  important  part  of  W  ) 
oming  wardrobe.  Soft-soled  moccasins  are  fine  foi 
square  dancing,  but  bovs  prefer  noisy  heeled  I  l«. 


Girls  buv  Indian  handcraft 
at  reservation.  Bags  like  moc- 
casins hold  "mad  money." 

"Chonk!"  is  comment  on 
"gangling  geek"  (cute  boy 
or    "shortie"    (nice  girl) 


nged  and  beaded  gloves  are  fa- 
rites.  Boy  shoots  deer  in  moun- 
ts, has  gloves  made  for  girl. 


Jewel-buckled  Western  belts  top 
tight,  low-slung  Levis.  Teens  hunt 
jade  pieces  for  jewelry  in  hills. 


To  give  straw  hal  Wyoming  flare, 
girls  wet  toppers,  shape  crown  and 
brim  by  hindinguilh  rubber  bands. 


I 


WERE  are  days  when  I  am  given  to  looking  about  for  some 
J-  other  form  of  art  than  the  one  I  am  engaged  in.  Days  like  this, 
which  happens  to  be  snowy,  when  I  suddenly  realize  that  children 
don't  build  snow  men  any  more.  At  feast  around  where  I  live  they 
don't.  That  strikes  me  as  a  deterioration  in  the  educational  pro- 
gram, or  something  like  that.  It  seems  to  be  a  trend,  and  one  that 
I  hope  is  only  transitory. 

of  yesterday's  art.  I  can  recall,  and  so  can  many  of  you,  how 
we  watched  for  the  snow  to  get  just  right  for  the  art  work  we  bad 
in  mind.  Anyone  who  has  pursued  this  art  will  know  what  I  mean 
by  just  right.  And  so  I  wish  this  trend  would  shift  as  the  February 
wind  is  wont  to  do,  and  as  the  shifting  ice  in  the  streams  gives  up 
to  the  sun.  It  would  do  me  good  to  come  across  a  real  snow  man, 
hat  on  his  head,  pipe  in  his  mouth  and  eyes  made  of  coal.  But  I 
can't  find  one.  I  may  have  to  make  a  snow  man  myself.  But  some- 
how I  can't  quite  remember  how  you  start  the  thing.  The  snow  is 
right,  now,  and  I  have  some  time  on  (Continued  on  Page  164) 


MENU 

Heel  i  lonsnmmc 
Fried  Chicken  —  Cream  Gravy 

Cranberrj  Jell> 
Mashed  Sweet  Potatoes  in  Orange  Cups 

Pureed  Spinach 

Cloverleaf  Rolls 
Crapefruit-and- Avocado  Salad 

Cheese  Si  raws 
Hot  Gingerbread  —  Homestead  Sauce 
Coffee 

(Planned for  6) 


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1  You  can  check  up  on  this  one  if  you've  a 
mind  to.  It  says  in  the  Old  Farmer's  Almanack 
for  1876  that  there  are  one  hundred  days  from 
New  Year's  to  the  first  bluebird.  But  who  is  go- 
ing to  check  on  the  bluebird ! 

2  k  is  said  that  Abigail  Adams,  one  of  the 
great  cooks  of  her  day,  made  a  clam  chowder  so 
good  that  Revolutionary  heroes  would  ride 
miles  to  eat  it.  Her  receipt  included  crisp,  scored 
bacon  rind.  These  are  good  days  for  chowder. 
Don't  forget  the  bacon  or  crisp  salt  pork. 

3  Little  zucchini  are  a  nice  bit,  especially  if 
they  aren't  too  overgrown.  Peel  them  and  cut 
into  slices.  Cook  in  boiling  salted  water  until 
just  tender,  not  too  tender.  Put  them  in  a 
greased  casserole,  cover  with  a  medium  cream 
sauce,  well  seasoned,  then  with  crumbs,  and 
last  with  grated  cheese  and  little  pats  of  but- 
ter, and  brown  under  the  broiler. 

1  Rice  that  cooks  in  a  minute?  Well,  not 
quite,  but  it  sure  does  clip  off  minutes  and 
comes  out  wonderful.  Instead  of  water,  try  con- 
somme or  tomato  juice.  That's  for  meat  and 
fish.  And  canned  fruit  juice  for  dessert.  This 
rice  is  as  delicate  as  a  bit  of  old  lace. 

5  Something  you  might  like  to  go  for,  is  done 
when  you  have  some  fine  strained  ham  fat  on 
hand.  Steam  young  chickens  and  take  off  the 
breasts.  Allow  one  for  each  serving.  Put  sliced 
banana  on  one  half  of  a  breast,  fold  the  other 
half  over,  fasten  with  toothpick,  dip  in  flour 
and  fry  to  a  light  brown  in  the  hot  ham  fat. 
Cover  with  hot  cream  sauce. 

ii  This  is  the  season  for  apple  dishes.  Bake 
some  for  dinner  or  supper.  Or  make  a  pie  or 
turn  out  an  apple  Betty.  And  with  any  one  of 
them  bring  the  family  to  its  feet  by  passing 
spiced  cream.  I'll  tell  you  about  that. 

7  To  make  spiced  cream,  provide  a  cup  and  a 
half  of  cream.  That  comes  first.  Add  a  little 
salt  and  two  tablespoons  of  sugar — powdered. 
Then  add  about  a  quarter  of  a  teaspoon  each  of 
cinnamon,  nutmeg  and  clove.  Beat  smootli  and 
add  a  teaspoon  of  vanilla.  Chill. 

It  I'm  as  big  a  copycat  as  anybody  I  know. 
Which  leads  me  to  tell  you  that  I  went  to  a 
party  luncheon  and  what  did  I  see?  See  and 
eat?  Well,  it  was  a  stuffed  hothouse  tomato. 
Little  fellow,  about  as  big  as  a  minute. 

fl  These  tiny  tomatoes  were  scooped  out  and 
filled  with  tomato  aspic  in  which  had  been  put 
to  bed  a  very  little  artichoke  heart.  They  were 
garnished  with  celery  hearts  and  chopped 
chives.  Mayonnaise  was  passed,  also  bright- 
ened up  with  Chives.  Thif  is  worth  remembering. 


10  When  you  make  up  some  griddlecake  bat- 
ter— as  you  will  these  cold  mornings,  I'm  bet- 
ting— for  a  change  mix  in  a  third  of  a  cup  of 
finely  chopped  pecans.  (Don't  chop  the  shells!) 

1 1  The  season  of  stuffings  and  such  isn't  over 
yet.  There's  the  friendly  date  always  on  hand. 
Take  plenty  of  pitted  dates  and  fill  them  with 
a  mixture  of  creamed  cream  and  Roquefort 
cheeses — about  half  and  half.  Good  to  serve 
with  afternoon  tea. 

12  Up  in  New  England  pumpkin  pie  is  as 
plain  as  a  gingham  apron.  But  to  give  it  a  little 
extra  oomph,  whip  a  cup  of  cream,  sweeten 
with  powdered  sugar,  add  a  teaspoon  of  ginger 
and  a  teaspoon  of  cinnamon.  Frost  the  pie  with 
this  and  it's  Broadway  all  the  way. 

I'.t  That  sweet  sandwich  for  the  bridge-club 
crowd  is  always  a  problem.  It  has  to  be  some- 
thing pretty  special  to  beat  the  new  one  Mabel 
Whoozit  sprang  at  the  last  party.  Drain 
crushed  pineapple  and  mix  it  with  cream 
cheese  and  chopped  fresh  mint  leaves.  Spread 
on  buttered  whole- wheat  bread. 

11  From  an  old  cookbook:  "Butter,  if  set  in  a 
north  window  and  exposed  to  outside  air,  will 
turn  deathly  white  if  there  be  grease  in  it.  Let 
your  grocer  know  that  you're  up  to  tricks." 
Seven  tricks  doubled,  I'll  say. 

15  Said  to  be  the  banished  Queen  of  Italy's 
favorite  salad — and  very,  very  good — is  one 
composed  of  the  innermost  hearts  of  celery 
stuffed  with  chopped  nuts.  Toss  these  in  may- 
onnaise and  serve  in  small  green  lettuce  cups. 

Hi  Don't  forget  Valentine's  Day.  Lavender 
and  old  lace.  And  Washington's  Birthday,  and 
how,  having  no  flag  for  his  Revolution,  Betsy 
Ross  sat  up  nights  and  ran  up  a  little  number 
to  please  the  general.  By  the  way,  shouldn't 
there  be  a  Betsy  Ross  Day? 

1 7  Shortcakes  once  meant  strawberries,  now 
they  mean  anything  that's  between  buttered 
halves  of  baking-powder  biscuits.  Some  are 
g(x>d,  some  aren't  so  good.  But  -there's  a  fine 
one  made  with  creamed  tuna  and  chopped 
green  peppers. 

REMINISCENCE 
n  /»«•«  I  km  a  little  (girt 

I  irulrhi'il  tin-  -mm  mom  ilium. 
I  ml  buftimi'il  mi  mu  It'tmlniiH. 

Anil  brut  hrr'n  imnln.  nil  ilinrn. 
W  ii  ill  mi  ii  h  fur  iim  I  rimlil  no. 
I  hum  mi  mill'  It  fur  ilrHUmi  mum . 


Ml  The  best  sandwich — to  my  mind — that 
was  ever  thought  up  is  made  with  two  slices  of 
rye  bread  liberally  buttered  and  spread  with 
Russian  dressing.  Then,  my  hearties,  you  clap 
a  good  slice  of  Swiss  cheese  on  one  slice  of  the 
bread,  on  top  of  this  a  slice  of  cooked  ham,  put 
the  thing  together  and  go  sit  by  the  fire  with  a 
good  pot  of  coffee  handy  by. 

20  Wet  salad^  greens  belong  on  nobody's 
table.  Dry  them  in  a  French  drier  (handy  little 
gadget )  or  between  towels,  otherwise  the  dress- 
ing will  roll  off  faster  than  tears  off  a  wall- 
flower's cheeks. 

21  One  more  word  about  salads,  and  then  I 
have  done.  Remember,  a  waiting  salad  is  a 
wilted  salad,  and  a  wilted  salad  isn't  worth 
waiting  for.  Dress  it  at  the  last  moment. 

22  Baking-powder  biscuits  may  be  made  to 
do  handsprings,  if  needs  be.  One  way  is  to  mix 
into  the  dough  some  crumbled  crisp  bacon. 
Roll  and  cut  out.  Sprinkle  with  grated  cheese, 
bake,  and  serve  hot  from  the  oven.  Good! 

211  Have  you  ever  tried  this  one?  Pare  and 
boil  small  potatoes,  coat  each  one  with  melted 
butter,  then  sprinkle  with  a  few  caraway  seeds. 

21  Receipts  for  those  "ole"  Southern  beaten 
biscuits  say  "beat  until  the  dough  is  blistered." 
Never  say  a  word  about  your  hands.  Now  you 
can  buy  beaten  biscuits  all  blistered  for  you. 

2."»  It  takes  a  good  cook  to  make  a  good  pie. 
Poor  pie  is  no  good,  like  a  button  in  the  contri- 
bution plate. 

2U  Fritters  are  a  February  dessert  if  ever 
there  was  one.  Cherry  fritters  are  something 
you  may  not  have  had  on  your  mind  lately. 
Cook  down  a  can  of  sour  red  cherries  in  sugar 
to  make  a  marmalade.  Cool.  Mix  the  cherries 
into  thin  fritter  batter,  and  drop  by  spoonfuls 
into  deep  hot  fat.  Drain.  Dust  with  powdered 
sugar,  and  serve  with  sauce  or  without. 

27  Don't  forget  that  fruit  fritters  are  pretty 
elegant  with  chicken  and  ham,  and  apples 
make  the  best  ones.  Slice  the  apples.  Don't  go 
for  fancy  rings  and  such.  But  slice  them  even. 

2H  Twenty-eight  days  make  the  month  seem 
short.  As  they  say  up  north,  "Two  inches  off  a 
man's  nose  docs  make  a  difference."  By  the 
twenty-eighth,  I  predict  the  first  robin  or  a 
blizzard.  Let  you  know  later,  if  you  don't  tell 

mi'  first, 


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OUS    FIRST  WORDS: 


M-m-fy  Go°P/" 


After  strained  baby  foods, 
youngsters  join  the  family 
in  praise  of  Campbell's  Soups 

When  the  Doctor  says  Baby  is  ready  for 
his  first  chewing  foods,  it's  time  to  start 
serving  him  Campbell's  Soups. 

As  their  first  grown-up  foods,  babies 
take  to  Campbell's  Soups  as  eagerly  as 
the  rest  of  the  family  do.  What  is  more, 
these  soups  are  easy  for  Baby  to  digest 
and  abundant  with  nutriment  he  needs. 

Carefully  selected  vegetables,  choice 
meats,  fine  meat  stocks,  all  painstakingly 
prepared  and  expertly  combined  . . .  these 
|  make  Campbell's  Soups  just  right,  as  right 
for  Baby  as  they  are  for  all  the  family. 


To  start  Baby  off,  why  not  buy  a  can 
or  two  of  each  of  the  soups  listed  below? 


START  BABY  WITH  THESE: 

nt\  Tomato 
Asparagus  (Cream  of) 

Vegetable 

BeCf  Vegetarian  Vegetable 

Chicken  with  Rice 

Vegetable-Beef 

Green  Pea 

PREPARED  TH.S  WAY: 

The  idea,  way  to  prepare -y  °^ £~ 
is  by  adding  an  equal  quantity  «i 


1  Soups  vegetable 


LOOK  FOR  THE  RED-AN  D- WHITE  LABEL 


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I'Vhriiary,  1950 


FOR 


BEAUTIFUX  II A I IV  . . . 


^Pure  Castile 
is  the  Best  Shampoo ! 


V9 


Lovely  Mrs.  Robert  Inch  of  Queens 
Village,  Long  Island,  says  "I  like  Conti 
because  it  leaves  my  hair  soft,  easy-to- 
manage  and  glowing  with  highlights." 
Mrs.  Inch  is  typical  of  the  attractive 
young  wives  all  over  America  who 
agree  with  beauty  authorities  that  pure 
castile  is  the  best  shampoo.  "There's  no 
shampoo  like  Conti,"  says  Mrs.  Inch, 
"for  naturally  beautiful  hair!" 


Gkoom-hp  fine  "Being  bus)  is  no 
excuse  for  neglecting  \oiir  hair.  I  shampoo 
regular!)  with  Conti  .  .  .  its  olive  *  >  £  I  keeps 
my  hair  sofl  arid  radiant." 


For  Entire  Family  "Of  course,  I  never  use 
anything  but  pure  Conti  Castile  Shampoo  on 
Betsy's  delicate  hair.  I  know  it's  mild  and 
gentle  . .  .  contains  no  alcohol  or  harsh  chem- 
icals. I  always  make  sure  there  is  enough 
Conti  in  the  house,"  says  Mrs.  Inch.  "It's  the 
economical  shampoo  for  my  entire  family!" 


for  .  . 
kel'-f1'3"'- 

-today-- 


Conti 


THE  PURE 


6(a 


\MPOO 


Till:  I.ITTI.i;  PRINCESSES 


(Continued  from  l'aze  441 


As  far  as  you  are  concerned,  they  are  mean- 
time no  different  from  Jane  and  Mary  Smith. 
And  they  do  so  hate  having  any  difference 
made." 

On  our  first  trip  Alan  made  preparations 
of  such  magnitude  we  might  all  of  us  have 
been  going  out  on  a  raft  to  a  desert  island. 
Large  bath  towels,  dusting  powder,  combs 
and  brushes,  a  small  box  of  chocolates  were 
all  packed  up  into  quite  a  large  suitcase.  I 
think  had  she  had  her  way  she  would  have 
added  a  couple  of  life  buoys.  At  first  she  was 
inclined  to  hover  at  the  water's  edge  like  a 
distressed  hen  that  has  mothered  a  couple  of 
ducks.  She  was  sure  they  would  catch  cold, 
or  sink,  or  become  frightened. 

Miss  Daly  was  wonderfully  clever  with 
her.  After  a  time  I  think  Alah  realized  this 
was  a  scene  in  which  she  did  not  appear,  and 
she  retired  to  the  cubicle  to  guard  her  dar- 
lings' belongings,  accompanied  by  her  inter- 
minable knitting. 

Alah  incessantly  knitted  socks  for  a  brother 
and  nephew.  Later  when  the  war  came  her 
output  of  sea-boot  stockings  was  stupendous. 
She  was  never  seen  without  one  gradually 
appearing  off  her  diligent  needles.  How  she 
struggled  to  teach  Lilibet  to  knit!  They 
started  with  long  woolen  garters  for  papa's 
plus-four  stockings.  Lilibet  was  never  much 
good  with  a  needle  of  any  kind,  though  no 
one  tried  harder.  She  simply  had  not  got  the 
knack.  In  many  of  her  holiday  letters  to  me 
the  phrase  occurs,  accompanied  I  knew  with 
a  sigh,  "  I  am  afraid  I  am  not  getting  on  very 
well  with  my  needlework." 

The  little  girls  were  ■■■■■■i 
rather  apprehensive  on  the 
first  day.  but  something 
happened  that  did  a  lot  to 
reassure  them.  When  we 
went  into  the  baths  for 
the  first  time,  a  girl  was 
standing  poised  on  the 
highest  step  of  the  diving  board.  Her  arms 
outstretched,  her  body  straight,  she  was 
waiting.  Both  the  children's  grip  on  my 
hands  tightened,  and  Lilibet  drew  her  breath 
with  horror.  Miss  Daly  said,  "Go,"  and  we 
watched  a  most  beautiful  swan  dive. 

"I  shall  never  be  able  to  do  that,"  Lilibet 
said. 

Miss  Daly  laughed.  "Oh,  yes,  you  will. 
Probably  far  more  easily  than  that  girl — be- 
cause she  is  blind.  She  has  to  trust  me  ab- 
solutely, whereas  you  can  both  see  what  you 
are  doing." 

Miss  Daly's  method  of  teaching  young 
children  was  an  excellent  one.  She  laid  them 
over  a  wooden  bench  first  and  taught  them 
the  motions  of  swimming  by  asking  them  to 
make  the  letters  Y,  I,  T  and  X  with  their  arms 
and  legs.  Lilibet  was  soon  able  to  pick  this 
up,  but  we  had  a  lot  of  amusement  out  of 
Margaret,  who  was  plump,  and  wobbled  a 
good  bit  on  the  bench.  Lilibet  laughed: 

"You  look  like  an  airplane  about  to  conk 
out.  Keep  steady,  Margaret!" 

When  the  time  came  to  get  the  children 
into  the  water  I  was  glad  the  scheme  to 
close  the  baths  had  not  been  carried  out.  It 
was  a  lot  easier  to  get  the  little  girls,  espe- 
cially Margaret,  into  the  water  when  there 
were  others  in  already.  Just  at  the  beginning 
Margaret  showed  a  tendency  to  linger  a  long 
time  on  the  top  step,  or  cling  to  the  side. 
Princess  Elizabeth  would  call,  "Don't  be  a 
limpet.  Margaret."  But  when  other  children 
came  along  and  just  plunged  in,  she  was 
soon  doing  the  same. 

The  Duke  and  Duchess  often  came  down 
to  watch.  It  has  always  been  an  immense 
pleasure  to  the  Duke  to  see  his  children  ac- 
complish things  simply  and  easily,  without 
any  fuss,  and  in  a  way  it  never  ceases  to 
astonish  him.  "I  don't  know  how  they  do 
it,"  he  said  to  me  more  than  once.  "We  were 
always  so  terribly  shy  and  self-conscious  as 
children.  These  two  don't  seem  to  care." 

The  children  lx>th  ended  by  taking  the 
Life  Saving  Certificate,  which  is  Quite  an 
achievement  in  ittefr.  Tins  entailed  plunging 

into  the  water  fully  dressed.  I.ilibi  t  saved 


is  ha 
■ious 


^  Those  who  hring  sunshine 
^  lo  the  lives  of  others  ean- 
not  keep  it  from  themselves. 

— BARRIE. 


Margaret  in  line  style,  and  they  were  both 
given  certificates  which  they  were  immensely, 
proud  of.  Alas,  they  disappeared,  among 
other  treasures,  during  the  blitz. 

The  outings  to  the  swimming  club  were 
the  high  spots  of  the  week  during  those 
rather  uneasy  times,  and  they  helped  a  lot 
to  take  our  minds  off  the  clouds  that  were 
gathering  about  us  all. 

For  in  those  late  autumn  days  matters 
were  slowly  coming  to  a  head.  It  was  brought  ! 
home  to  me  forcibly  one  day  as  I  stood  wait-! 
ing  on  the  steps  of  145  Piccadilly  for  a  taxi.  I 
The  usual  crowd  had  gathered  as  it  did  at! 
any  sign  of  movement  round  any  of  the  royal  I 
residences  just  then.  But  this,  I  sensed,  was 
not  just  an  inquisitive,  it  was  a  hostile 
crowd.  Someone  shouted,  "Mrs.  Simpson." 
Someone  booed.  I  hurried  indoors  again. 

Perhaps  it  was  the  nervous  tension  ofj 
those  days  that  affected  me.  I  know  I  always 
felt  slightly  sick.  I  had  a  bad  relaxed  throat 
among  other  things.  One  day  Miss  Longman 
the  singing  mistress,  was  coming  to  tea,  l| 
said  to  Lilibet,  "  I  must  go  and  gargle  befor 
she  arrives.  I  feel  as  if  my  epiglottis 
fallen  down  on  my  tongue." 

Miss  Longman  arrived  a  trifle  early, 
bet,  doing  the  honors,  received  her  graci 
and  said  in  her  most  grown-up  manne 
"Crawfie  will  be  back  in  a  few  minutes, 
epiglottis  has  just  fallen  out." 

Mine  was  an  exceptionally  difficult 
I  had  as  far  as  possible  to  come  betweei 

  children  and  the  gei 

■■■■■■■■      upheaval  and  rumors,  | 
carry  on  as  though  notl 
out  of  the  ordinary 
happening.  This  bei 
more  and  more  diffii 
As  we  came  in  from 
■■■■■MB      walks  or  drives,  all  \m 
was  flaunting  pos 
Some  said  just  "MRS.  SIMPSON" 
letters  half  a  foot  high.  Some  said 
KING  AND  MRS.  SIMPSON.  CRIS 
Now  both  the  children  asked  questions, 
some  sort  of  explanation  had  to  be  mat 

I  did  what  I  could  to  keep  the  chil 
happy  during  those  uneasy  days. .We] 
to  watch,  down  the  well  of  the  dome,r 
portant  people  coming  and  going.  The  Prm 
Minister,  Mr.  Baldwin,  assorted  bishops 
archbishops  passed  below,  all  looking  am 
and  harried.  The  Duke  and  Duchess  n 
spoke  of  what  was  happening,  but  it 
plain  to  everyone  there  was  a  sudden  sha< 
over  the  house.  To  make  matters  worse,  t! 
Duchess  herself  was  far  from  well.  In  thee 
she  went  to  bed  with  a  bad  cough  and  cc 
One  afternoon  the  Duchess  sent  for  ii 
to  go  and  see  her.  She  was  occupied  wl 
I  reached  her  room,  and  I  stood  outside 
an  alcove  by  the  landing  window,  waiti 
Watching  the  crowds  gathered  below, 
like  myself,  were  wondering  what  thi 
move  was  to  be. 

And  then  something  happened  that 
me  that  the  abdication  had  taken 
The  bedroom  door  opened.  Queen 
came  out  of  the  Duchess'  room.  She  whov 
always  so  upright,  so  alert,  looked  sudde' 
old  and  tired,  and  tears  were  stream 
down  her  face. 

The  Duchess  was  lying  in  bed,  propi 
up  among  pillows.  I  thought  that  she,  t 
had  been  crying.  She  held  her  hand  out  tot 
"I'm  afraid  there  are  going  to  be  gr 
changes  in  our  lives,  Crawfie,"  she  said. 

It  was  something  that  had  seemet 
utterly  remote  when  they  were  marri 
Until  Mrs.  Simpson  appeared  on  then 
and  it  was  clear  England  would  have  nj 
of  her,  their  lives  had  stretched  before  tt, 
peaceful  and  quiet,  the  way  they  liked  it; 
be.  They  had  always  been  such  a  plain,  qu 
home-loving  couple. 

Wc  talked  for  a  little  while  as  to  howl 
were  going  to  break  this  news  to  the  ij 
dren,  and  what  differences  it  would  m 
The  break  was  Ixnind  to  be  a  painfull 
We  had  all  been  so  happy  in  our  life  at 
(I'nnlinurd  on  Pane  (>*>) 


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ascinating 


[at  is  your  inner  self 


Par,  far  too  many  women  seem  to  live  with  a  numbing 
feeling  of  inferiority.  Yet — no  woman  needs  to  be  a 
disappointment  to  herself. 

An  amazing  poiver  in  you  can  refashion  you  to  a  new 
happiness.  It  is  a  power  that  stems  from  the  constant 
interrelation  of  your  Outer  Self  and  your  Inner  Self — 
the  way  you  look  and  the  way  you  feel. 

This  power  illumines  you  with  happy  confidence  when 
you  know  you  are  delightful  to  see.  But — if  you  don't 
show  your  best  self  it  can  baffle  you  with  inhibitions. 
Never  stop  caring  about  the  way  you  look.  And  never 
neglect  the  daily  rites  that  make  you  so  much  lovelier. 

"Outside-Inside"  Face  Treatment 

Your  face  can  say  such  heart-warming  things — if  you  just 
let  it.  You'll  find  this  "Outside-Inside"  Face  Treatment  with 
Pond's  Cold  Cream  will  give  your  skin  the  wonderful  softening 
cleansing  it  needs  for  true  beauty.  Always  at  bedtime  (for  day 
cleansings,  too)  cream  your  face  with  Pond's  like  this: 

Hot  Stimulation — splash  your  face  with  hot  water. 

Cream  Cleanse — swirl  Pond's  Cold  Cream  all  over  your  face. 
This  light,  fluffy  cream  will  soften  and  sweep  dirt,  make-up 
from  pore  openings.  Tissue  off  well. 

Cream  Rinse — swirl  on  a  second,  soft  Pond's  creaming.  This 
rinses  off  last  traces  of  dirt,  leaves  skin  immaculate.  Tissue  off. 

Cold  Stimulation — a  tonic  cold  water  splash. 

Actually,  this  "Outside-Inside"  face  treatment  acts  on  both 
sides  of  your  skin.  From  the  Outside — Pond's  Cold  Cream 
sweeps  away  dulling  surface  dirt,  as  you  massage.  From  the 
Inside — every  step  of  this  treatment  stirs  up  circulation. 

Lovely  Mrs.  Gould  says  "It  leaves  my  skin  feeling  delightfully 
fresh  and  clean  .  .  .  glowing  with  color." 

Remember — It  is  not  vanity  to  develop  the  beauty  of  your 
face.  When  you  look  lovely  it  reinforces  your  belief  in  your- 
self— sends  a  warm  happiness  shining  through  your  face  to 
meet  the  world.  The  real  Inner  You  is  brought  closer  to  others. 


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Cold  Cream,"  she  says.  "I'm  devoted  to  it."  Your  face,  too,  can  give 
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(Continued  from  Page  62) 
Ve  must  take  what  is  coming  to  us,  and 
:  the  best  of  it,"  the  Duchess  said,  with 
l. 

len  I  broke  the  news  to  Margaret  and 
5t  that  they  were  going  to  live  in  Buck- 
im  Palace  they  looked  at  me  in  horror, 
ifhat!"  Lilibet  said.  "You  mean  for- 
"  Margaret  said,  "But  I  have  only 
earned  to  write  York." 
at  week  end  the  whole  family  met  at 
1  Lodge  for  the  farewell  dinner.  No 
jnts  were  present.  Only  Ainslie  the 
!'  knows  what  passed  then.  It  must  all 
been  very  harrowing  and  trying.  I 
nber  seeing  the  Duke's  face  for  a 
;nt  as  he  came  back  late  that  night,  no 
i  with  his  elder  brother's  voice,  oddly 
n  and  desperate,  ringing  in  his  ears 
j  he  words  that  ended  that  fatal  broad- 
t'God  Save  the  King!" 
vas  as  the  King  and  Queen  I  had  to 
|  of  them  from  that  day  on. 

\  proclamation  took  place  on  December 
136.  None  of  us  from  145  went  to  hear 
f;  Queen  was  still  in  bed  with  her  chill. 
I;  left  to  me  to  make  the  two  little 
palize  that  from  this  day  onward  great 
lis  would  take  place, 
pet  and  Margaret  had  run  as  usual  to 
lieir  father  a  final  hug  as  he  went  off, 
very  grave,  dressed  as  Admiral  of 
eet.  I  had  to 


to  them  that 
papa  came 
lunch  at  one 
he  would  be 
f  England,  and 
ould  have  to 
to  him.  The 
children  from 
earliest  years 
'ays  curtsied  to 
andparents. 

now  you 
re  must  do  it 
and  mum- 
Lilibet  asked, 
aret  too?" 
garet  also,"  I 
and  try  not 
e  over." 
the  King  re- 
both  little  girls 

lim  a  beautiful*  curtsy.  I  think  per- 
jthing  that  had  occurred  had  brought 
ige  in  his  condition  to  him  as  clearly 
lid.  He  stood  for  a  moment  touched 
n  aback.  Then  he  stooped  and  kissed 
oth  warmly.  After  this  we  had  a 
lunch. 

t  sent  a  sad  little  note  up  to  my  room 
xt  morning.  She  had  written  it  the 
fore. 

twfie:  Mummy  says  we  m^y  hot  swim 
v  as  the  crowds  will  be  rather  big  and 

no  cars.  Hope  to  be  able  to  on  Friday. 

at  pity.  Goodnight. 

Your  ever  loving 
Lilibet 

ing  and  the  Queen  went  on  ahead  of 
^e  palace.  It  was  some  little  time 
joined  them,  though  we  used  to  go 
play  in  the  gardens,  and  once  we 
ith  them  in  the  magnificent  Belgian 
iese  vast  rooms  are  all  done  in  pink- 
jc  brocade,  and  have  always  to  me 
"ft  d  the  setting  of  a  luxurious  pan- 
n  1  sat  down  on  a  pink-and-gold  chair, 
jjtl  as  an  ominous  splitting  sound,  and 
r  $  /ed  beneath  me.  It  had  not  been 
te  since  Queen  Victoria's  day. 

i& 

Pi  think  that  a  royal  palace  is  the  last 
up-to-date  luxury,  replete  with 
\l  lg  the  heart  could  desire,  and  that 
10  live  there  do  so  in  absolute  com- 
"  thing  could  be  farther  from  the 
fe  in  a  palace  rather  resembles 
in  a  museum.  These  historic  places 
so  tied  up  with  tradition,  that  they 
io.lv  dropping  to  bits,  all  the  equip- 
t  re  decades  behind  the  times, 
c'c  light  had  certainly  been  installed, 
quite  recently;  and  the  arrange- 
this  were  often  very  odd.  My  bed- 


room light  could  be  turned  on  and  off  only 
by  a  switch  some  two  yards  outside  my 
doorway  in  the  passage.  The  first  night  when 
the  housemaid  came  to  pull  my  bedroom 
curtains,  the  whole  thing— curtains,  pelmet 
and  heavy  brass  rods— came  down  with  a 
clatter,  narrowly  missing  our  heads. 

Though  sad  to  leave  145  Piccadilly,  the 
little  girls,  like  children  all  the  world  over, 
were  excited  over  the  move.  They  spent  a 
lot  of  time  getting  their  fine  stud  of  horses 
ready.  The  saddles  all  had  to  be  strapped  on, 
the  grooming  brushes  and  polishing  cloths 
packed  up  into  their  big  basket.  I  began  to 
wonder  if  the  little  girls  would  want  to  wheel 
them  all  the  way  over  to  the  palace  them- 
selves, but  in  the  end  they  went  with  other 
treasures  in  a  furniture  van.  There  they  took 
up  their  stand  in  a  long  row  down  the  cor- 
ridor in  the  palace  outside  the  children's 
rooms.  They  were  still  there  on  Lilibet's 
wedding  morning. 

All  this  time  there  were  incessant  crowds 
outside  the  palace,  gazing  up  at  it,  obviously 
waiting  for  something  to  happen,  though  we 
could  not  imagine  what.  We  in  our  turn  used 
to  gaze  back  at  them  through  the  lace  cur- 
tains. It  was  a  grand  new  amusement  for  the 
children  on  wet  winter  afternoons. 

Their  apartments  faced  the  Mall,  that 
wide  avenue  laid  out  for  ceremonial  proces- 
sions, leading  from  the  palace  down  to 
Trafalgar  Square.  The 


?„  ///  ia/entt 


me 


By  Huldiih  Jane  Kenley 

I  am  a  phonograph  melody, 
winging 

My  way  through  the  breezes  about 
and  above  you, 
And  the  needle  is  stuck  at  the  place 
where  I'm  singing, 
"I  love  you  I  love  you  I  love  you  I 
love  you." 


little  girls'  nurseries 
had  been  repainted 
and  done  up,  and  were 
bright  and  cheerful. 
They  each  had  a  bed- 
room. Alah  slept  with 
Margaret,  Bobo  the 
nursemaid  with 
Lilibet. 

The  question  of  a 
schoolroom  was  a 
problem.  There  was 
one.  The  King  took 
me  up  to  see  it  shortly 
after  we  were  in- 
stalled. It  was  one  of 
the  darkest  and  most 
gloomy  rooms  in  the 
place,  in  the  middle 
of  the  top  floor  of  the 
palace,  facing  the 
Mall.  The  heavy  stone  balustrade  outside 
had  the  air  of  prison  bars,  and  kept  out  the 
light.  Enormous  fireplaces,  one  at  either  end, 
had  gloomy  portraits  hanging  over  them.  The 
whole  atmosphere  was  regal  but  oddly  dead. 

The  King  stood  in  the  doorway  for  a  few 
moments  looking  round  in  silence.  No  doubt 
remembering  his  own  childhood  spent  up 
here,  doing  lessons  on  gloomy  afternoons, 
the  London  fog  yellow  and  thick  outside  the 
window,  fingers  stiff  with  the  cold.  And  I 
thought  how  little  he  ever  dreamed  in  those 
days  of  the  circumstances  in  which  he  was 
to  come  back  again.  I  remember  he  turned 
away  slowly,  shutting  the  door  behind  him. 
"No,"  he  said," that  won't  do." 

In  the  end  we  were  given  a  small  bright 
room  looking  out  over  the  gardens  away 
from  the  Mall.  It  had  been  a  nursery  for 
Lilibet  when  Queen  Mary  had  looked  after 
her  while  her  parents  were  abroad.  It  got  the 
sun.  The  Victorians  obviously  considered 
no  one  needed  sun  in  their  bedrooms.  All 
faced  north.  Only  the  big  drawing  rooms  and 
state  apartments  faced  south  over  the  gar- 
dens and  the  lake. 

The  Queen  changed  that  in  time,  as  she 
changed  so  much,  but  I  still  recall  with  a 
shudder  that  first  night  spent  in  the  palace. 
Mice  rattled  in  the  wainscot.  The  wind 
moaned  in  the  chimneys  like  a  thousand 
ghosts.  I  was  homesick  as  I  had  not  been  for 
a  long  time,  for  Scotland,  and  the  old  simple 
life  I  had  led  there  as  a  girl. 

All  this,  I  felt,  was  getting  a  bit  out  of 
hand.  It  was  going  to  be  too  much  for  me. 
At  145  Piccadilly  it  had  been  different.  We 
had  been  a  small,  utterly  happy  family.  I 
did  not  think  I  was  going  to  like  the  change 
at  all.  Now  we  were  separated  from  one 
another  by  interminable  corridors. 

Buckingham  Palace  was  erected  for  George 
IV  in  1825.  It  was  used  as  a  London  resi- 


Sate  that 
roast  veal 

•For 
less  +han  a 
penny / 


Waxed-through  Cut-Rite 
prevents  drying,  keeps  flavor  in 


Keeps  Flavor  I  n  — Extra-heavy 
Cut-Rite  is  waxed  through  and 
through!  It  costs  less  than  a  penny 
to  save  that  first-serving  veal  roast 
flavor  for  other  taste-tempting 
meals.  Cut-Rite  keeps  sandwiches 
just-put-up  delicious  —  bread  stays 
good  and  just-sliced  fresh. 


Perfectly  Pliable -Cut-Rite  doesn't 
split  or  break  even  when  you  twist 
it.  Wrap  small  things  small  and  tuck 
them  in  a  corner  of  your  icebox  to 
save  space  and  extra  dishes.  In 
Cut-Rite,  savory  fish  and  onions 
won't  flavor  other  loods.  A  Scott 
Paper  Product. 


...more  w/omcn  choose  it 
. . .  love  to  use  it/ 


•ujsc.oui  -raker's  COCONUT! 


rve  on  Lincoln's  Birthday-or  any 
ar  day. 
creainv.nK>^i  Baker's  Coconut 
.  lusaous  new  taste  excitement 
Minos,  fruiis.  salads. 


•  _  L.„iri  --Coconut  Glamour 
New  recipe  book.  Lft.  " 

."Send  10c  to  Baker  sCoconui. 


302.  Ne*  York46.N.Y. 


■V 


BE  MY  VALEHTlUE1'  CA*E 


mite  Cake  Mix  following  directions 
Boke  a  thrifty  cake  with  Swans  Dow  i— f        ^re         piaured.  use 
.S£72  spread  ^^^^S^  o">"  mun-e,  «*«d  of  7. 
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Cocoam  anted  pink.  Decorate  wmi  Sprinkle  a  km  drops  of 

d'uted  red  food  coloring  o*er  coconut.  Cover  jar  and 

:=  e.t-     :.r.r:r.-.e:    ' 

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cream  pie   =.  — 

into  baked  pic  shell.  Top  m""h  wfair-pco 
and  sprinkle  with  snowy 
Garnish  with  maraschino  cherry  W"4 
mint  leaves. 

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■h  tender,  fresh  Baker  s  Coconui 
5  with  red.  white  and  Woe  stnpe 
lied  on  toothpicks. 


66 


dence  by  Queen  Victoria.  Edward  VII  im- 
proved it  considerably.  George  V  made 
great  extensions  to  the  place,  and  in  his 
reign  for  the  first  time  it  was  really  used  as 
an  official  residence.  The  present  King  added 
the  swimming  pool,  which  was  unfortunately 
bombed.  It  got  a  direct  hit. 

The  palace  now  has  heating  in  all  the  cor- 
ridors, and  there  are  coal  fires  in  bedrooms. 
It  is  soon  going  to  be  made  entirely  up  to 
date  with  a  new  oil-burn: ru-  sysurn.  but  that 
work  is  proceeding  slowly,  as  all  work  does 
in  England  today,  and  has  already  been 
three  years  in  hand. 

We  felt  it  was  all  far  too  big.  It  was  five 
minutes'  walk  to  get  out  into  the  gardens. 
Whichever  way  you  went,  there  were  those 
interminable  corridors.  And  everywhere 
there  were  mice.  Later  I  discovered  a  secret- 
looking  individual  called  the  Vermin  Man 
fought  an  endless  battle  against  the  mice. 
He  had  some  odd  weapons.  One  he  called  a 
sticky  trap.  He  offered  to  put  one  in  my 
bedroom,  but  1  preferred  the  more  conven- 
tional kind.  The  sticky  trap  consists  of  a 
piece  of  cardboard  with  a  lump  of  aniseed  in 
the  middle.  This  is  surrounded  by  a  sea  of 
treacle  with  a  dry  inch  all  round  to  give  the 
victim  a  footing.  The  mouse  smells  the  ani- 
seed and.  trying  to  get  at  it.  sticks  to  the 
treacle.  I  thought  it  a  cumbersome  method, 
but  the  Vermin  Man  thought  highly  of  it. 
and  he  should  know. 

■jpjjpaajHjBjjBjBjpaj 

palace  are  primitive 
beyond  words.  The  ceil- 
ings there  are  so  low 
that  often  I  could  not 
stand  upright.  One  can 
only  imagine  that  in 
other  days  royal  fami- 
lies were  waited  on  by  a 
race  of  pygmies.  At  one 
time  the  staff  slept 
down  there,  but  all  that 
has  changed  long  since. 

On  my  first  morning 
at  the  palace  when  I 
went  out  to  my  bath, 
it  was  a  shock  to  run 
into  a  postman.  The 
palace  has  its  own  post 
office,  and  letters  are  ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 
ddrwerc  vatic  as 

rooms.  Just  at  first  it  was  disconcerting,  like 
walking  in  your  dressing  gown  into  the  main 


February, 

then  by  the  various  ministers  and  at 
sadors  who  had  occasion  to  come.  At 
fifteen  the  two  little  girls  lunched  witfi 
parents  if  they  were  at  home.  l| 
lunched  with  the  household— the  M 
waiting,  the  King's  Equerry,  the  Keep 
the  Privy  Purse,  and  other  officials.  J 

In  the  afternoon  there  would  be  sona 
of  function,  or  more  visitors  and  dotal 
claiming  the  King's  attention.  There  t 
be  a  break  for  tea.  after  which  the  I 
Minister  or  one  of  the  Cabinet  ran 
might  come. 

In  the  evenings  there  was  always  i 
thing  doing.  Their  Majesties  would  bj 
attend  a  reception,  a  command  perfonj 
or  a  first  night. 

The  Queen  had  her  dressmakers.  BA 
eleven  and  twelve  she  went  throunl 
letters  with  her  lady  in  waiting  and  mi 
her  engagement  book.  There  was  aM 
little  queue  of  people  waiting  to  a] 
Queen. 

From  twelve  to  one  she  would  ma 
ambassadors'  wives.  Occasionally  1 1 
meet  the  Queen  in  the  middle  of  the  no 
in  full  evening  dress,  wearing  her  tiarai 
would  be  sitting  for  one  of  the  «jj 
painters  who  were  doing  her  portrait 

In  the  afternoon  the  Queen-  had  ah) 
function  of  some  sort.  She  never  too 
customary 


nV  I  III  ■mImii.  a  dinner  gi»en  b]  the 
W  lmard  of  trustee*  of  svarlhniorp 
College.  \lbert  hinstein  was  gi*en 
the  seal  of  honor.  Though  no  -ur  I, 
plan  had  been  discussed,  the  chair- 
man suddenly  arose  and  called  on 
the  scientist  for  a  speech. 

hinstein  pulled  himself  erect. 
"M>  friends."  he  began.  "I  am  so  rr>  . 
but  I  ha»e  nothing  to  say."  Calmly 
he  resumed  his  seat,  then  stood  up 
again:  "But  1  11  come  back  when  I 
do  ha»e  something  to  say." 

Seieral  months  later,  he  sent  the 
chairman  a  telegram:  "Now  I  ha>e 
something  to  say."  Vnother  dinner 
*  a-  arranged,  and  the  great  scholar 
ga»e  his  address.;    —a'E&S  B  GARRISON. 


It  sounded  strange  to  hear  the  little  girls' 
happy  voices,  laughing  and  shouting  as  usual 
as  they  ran  downstairs  and  along  the  cor- 
ridors to  their  mummie  and  papa's  room.  In 
a  very  short  time  they  set  some  of  the  ghosts 
to  flight.  The  whole  atmosphere  changed  and 
lightened.  Many  people  there  noticed  this. 
"  It  was  as  though  the  place  had  been  dead 
for  years,  and  had  suddenly  come  alive." 
they  told  me. 

There  was  very  little  restraint  placed  on 
the  children.  The  Prime  Minister,  coming  to 
see  the  King  on  affairs  of  state,  must  have 
noticed  the  change.  He  might  easily  find 
himself  tangled  up  with  two  excited  little 
girls  racing  down  the  corridors.  Or  one 
stoutish  little  girl  panting.  "Wait  for  me. 
I.ilibet.  Wait  for  me!"  Perhaps  Dookie.  the 
Queen's  devoted  Corgi,  might  take  a  nip  at 
a  passing  leg.  Dookie  adored  the  taste  of 
strange  trousers. 

I T  took  us  quite  a  while  to  settle  down  and 
get  the  old  routine  going  again.  I  think  we 
aO  of  us  rather  felt  we  were  camping  in  a 
desert.  The  house  in  Piccadilly  had  been  so 
comfortable  and  quite  small.  Visitors  had 
been  mostly  personal  friends,  and  even  they 
had  been  few  and  far  between.  The  palace 
was  always  full  of  people  coming  and  going. 
With  its  post  office,  secretaries,  pnvy  purse 
and  all  the  rest  of  it.  it  was  more  like  a  village 
than  a  home. 

The  King  and  Queen  must  have  thought 
often,  regretfully,  of  their  quiet  evenings, 
one  either  side  of  the  fire.  They  who  had 
wanted  only  a  simple  life  with  their  children 
were  now  besieged  by  photographers,  pur- 
sued by  press  agents  and  named  by  officials. 

The  King  spent  the  morning  in  his  study 
where  he  would  he  visited  bv  his  secretaries. 


rest  or  nap. 
the  function 
she  would  ( 
join  us  in  the  | 
glad  of  a 
fresh  air.  Shej 
enthusiasticalh 
corned  by  the  a 
But  no  matte 
busy  the  day 
the  morning  | 
with  the  child 
it.  The  child 
first.  Only 
high  jinks  of| 
rung  bath 
be  curtailed 
abandoned, 
no  longer  time.  .1 
like  a  veritable  | 
™^^^^^^^^™     ef  s  Brook  in  I 
of  our  lives,  lay  the  coronation, 
man.  and  one  who  had  never 
kind  of  publicity,  the  very- 
have  been  a  nightmare. 

I  remember  seeing  the  new  King 
disconsolately  at  his  desk  one  aftf 
painstakingly  practicing  his  new  si. 
with  that  peculiar  sad  expression  on 
we  had  not  seen  previously.  The  eajj 
of  a  schoolboy.  I  thought,  writing  Cj 
that  have  been  given  him  as  a  pun: 
which  he  feels  he  has  done  nothing  to  | 
He  had  always  signed  himaeM 
Now  all  of  a  sudden  he  was  George  1 
he  had  to  practice  it. 

I  have  a  note  he  wrote  me  with  I 
for  Lilibet  before  he  became  Kinfj 

Dear  Miss  Crauiord:  This  pair  of  I 
for  Lilibet  and  are  to  go  to  Sandr 
placed  on  her  table.  Will  you  pie 

The  Duchess,  is  better  today  but! 
the  tiresome  cough. 

Your-  -:ncerdy,j 
Ai  Borr  | 

The  best  part  of  the  palace,  as  I 
were  concerned,  was  the  garden.! 
big  lake  in  the  middle  which  we  t  J 
chanting.  Margaret  asked  me 
ranean.  which  she  had  just  met  lnf"] 
was  as  big  as  that.  All  kinds  of  < 
came  there,  and  it  had  its  own  popil 
ducks.  .One  of  them  always  laid  her  I 
hatched  them  out  in  the  smaller  lak  J 
the  palace  grounds.  She  then  i 
walked  her  children  back  to  the  pasll 
the  courtyard  and  into  the  gardl 
police  on  duty  stopped  the  traffic  fel 
opened  the  gates.  The  children  »l 
interested  in  the  private  life  of  M 
One  day  I  heard  a  splash  and  a  T 
hastened  to  see  what  had  happened  I 
Lilibet.  covered  with  green  slime.  i| 
of  the  water. 


%t's  mother  spanks ! 

at  spills  crumbs  all  over  the  clean  rug, 
nd  mother  has  to  drag  out  the  vacuum 
gain.  It  makes  her  mad  enough  to  spank ! 


fete's  mother  doesn't ! 

Ite  has  crumb  trouble,  too  .  .  .  but  his 
piffled  mother  gets  the  mess  quick, 
Ih  her  handy  Bissell  Sweeper.  She 
yes  her  vacuum  for  heavy  cleaning, 
ts  her  Bissell®  for  all  quick  daily 
lan-ups. 


Only  BISSELL  has 
iCO-MATIC"*  brush  action 

miracle-action  brush  adjusts  itself 
omaticully  to  any  rug  thickness.  Picks 
every  speck,  even  under  beds,  with 
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67 

"Oh,  Crawfie,  I  fell  in,"  she  said,  "looking 
for  the  ducks'  nest!" 

We  managed  to  smuggle  her  in  and  get 
most  of  the  slime  off  her  before  Alan  got  news 
of  it. 

There  was  the  summerhouse  which  King 
George  had  used  during  his  last  illness.  It  was 
just  as  he  had  left  it.  with  his  writing  table, 
pencils  and  inkpot  still  there.  This  we 
adopted  as  an  out-of-doors  schoolroom. 

Another  very  favorite  place  was  a  hill  at 
the  end  of  the  garden.  From  there  we  could 
look  out  into  the  wide  world.  The  busses 
went  tearing  by  down  Buckingham  Palace 
Road,  and  we  could  see  the  people  passing, 
and  other  children  with  their  nurses,  bound 
for  the  park.  Other  children  were  a  source  of 
interest,  and  Margaret  was  always  enchanted 
by  their  clothes. 

One  day  I  remember  a  little  boy  went  by 
riding  a  bicycle.  "One  day,"  said  the  heir  to 
the  throne  dreamily,  "  I  shall  have  a  bicycle." 

We  could  hear  scraps  of  people's  conversa- 
tion floating  up  to  us  there.  One  day  we  saw 
the  Queen  go  by  in  a  car.  "It's  mummie." 
shrieked  Margaret  delightedly,  waving  wildly 
though  the  car  was  out  of  sight. 

Lilibet  was  very  motherly  with  her  younger 
sister.  I  used  to  think  at  one  time  she  gave 
in  to  her  rather  more  than  was  good  for 
Margaret.  Sometimes  she  would  say  to  me, 
in  her  funny  responsible  manner.  "I  really 
don't  know  what  we  are  going  to  do  with 
Margaret,  Crawfie,"  and  go  on  to  tell  me  of 
something  she  had  been  up  to. 

Margaret  soon  joined  us  at  lessons.  It  was 
not  a  very  easy  matter  to  teach,  at  the  same 
time,  two  children  of  such  different  ages, 
character  and  development.  The  advent  of  a 
born  comic  never  makes  for  peace  in  any 
schoolroom.  Margaret  had  a  way,  when  she 
knew  I  was  cross  with  her,  of  fixing  me  with 
those  lambent  blue  eyes  of  hers,  and  saying 
persuasively,  "Crawfie!  Laugh!"  So  often, 
alas,  I  had  to  laugh. 

Bedtimes  of  necessity  became  movable, 
with  the  little  girls  waiting  in  hopes  of  seeing 
mummie  and  papa  dressed  for  this  function 
or  that  before  they  went  off,  or  lying  awake 
later  than  they  should  have  done  in  the 
hopes  of  a  good-night  visit  and  kiss. 

This  bothered  Alah  and  me  a  lot,  but  it 
seemed  useless  trying  to  make  any  changes 
until  after  the  coronation.  The  little  girls' 
lives  were  all  upset  anyhow.  They  were  al- 
ways being  taken  from  lessons  to  try  on 
clothes  or  to  have  a  look  at  something  their 
parents  felt  they  ought  not  to  miss. 

There  was  a  large  riding  school  at  Buck- 
ingham Palace,  and  at  that  time  the  horses 
which  were  to  be  used  for  the  coronation 
had  been  put  through  noise  tests  for  weeks. 
The  Princesses  and  I  used  to  climb  a  ladder 
left  by  one  of  the  builders  against  the  riding- 
school  wall,  and  take  it  in  turn  to  press  our 
noses  to  a  window  and  report  to  those  on 
the  ground  what  was  going  on.  This  led  to 
trouble,  as  Princess  Margaret  was  extremely 
loath  to  give  up  her  perch  to  her  sister  or 
myself. 

However,  one  of  the  riding-school  officials 
saw  the  comedy,  came  out  and  invited  Their 
Royal  Highnesses  to  come  in.  I  had  already- 
said  that  all  we  had  to  do  would  be  to  ask  if 
they  minded  our  coming  in,  but  no.  they  pre- 
ferred peeping  through  the  window. 

The  Princesses  were  always  shy  of  thrust- 
ing themselves  forward.  After  they  were  in, 
it  became  a  daily  visit.  We  shouted  at  the 
horses,  waved  handkerchiefs,  yelled,  and  be- 
haved generally  like  the  usual  London  crowd 
on  a  special  royal  occasion. 

Dummy  soldiers  in  red  swung  on  wires  in 
front  of  the  horses'  eyes,  trumpets  blared. 
The  horses  took  it  all  quietly  after  weeks  of 
this  incredible  pantomime  of  noise. 

Princess  Elizabeth  knew  every  horse  by 
name,  which  gave  the  most  complete  hap- 
piness to  the  head  groom,  who  was  devoted 
to  her  and  who  was  to  teach  her  to  drive 
later.  Already  she  could  ride  a  horse  with 
every  confidence.  These  old  servants  would 
gladly  have  cut  off  their  hands  for  her. 

The  Princesses  and  I  have  always  been 
interested  in  the  policemen  who  keep  guard 

(Continued  on  Page  70) 


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LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


February, 


If 


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Conr.  I(MU.  I.y  Thi  I>r>rk»ttCo. 


(Continued  from  Page  67) 
round  Buckingham  Palace.  We  had  our 
favorites,  and  there  were  sour-looking  ones 
we  did  not  like.  When  we  moved  to  Windsor 
or  Balmoral  some  of  the  same  policemen 
came.  At  Balmoral  they  do  not  stand  in 
their  uniforms,  but  in  ordinary  suits  and 
hats.  These  London  policemen  must  find  it  a 
great  change  to  keep  guard  among  the  trees 
at  Balmoral,  at  a  discreet  distance  from  the 
castle. 

I  was  touched  the  other  day,  when  I  went 
to  Clarence  House  for  the  first  time,  to  find 
one  of  Lilibet's  favorite  policemen  walking 
there  in  the  garden.  I  turned  to  Sir  Frederick 
Browning,  who  was  with  me.  "Why,  that  is 
one  of  Princess  Elizabeth's  favorite  police- 
men since  she  was  quite  small." 

He  laughed.  "I  know.  We  asked  for  vol- 
unteers to  take  over  here.  He  was  one  of  the 
first  to  apply." 

We  all  found  the  distances  in  Bucking- 
ham Palace  wearing.  It  was  a  day's  march 
to  get  from  one  end  of  it  to  the  other.  The 
food  had  to  come  from  the  kitchens  to  the 
dining  rooms  all  the 


M' 


way  from  the  Buck- 
ingham  Palace 
Road  end  to  the 
Constitution  Hill 
end.  The  best  part 
of  half  a  mile,  along 
corridors,  and  up 
and  down  stone 
steps.  One  day  when 
we  were  exploring, 
Lilibet  said  dryly, 
"People  here  need 
bicycles." 

The  State  Apart- 
ments are  all  on  the 
ground  floor,  over- 
looking the  gardens. 
They  are  used  only 
for  banquets.  When 
the  family  are  by 
themselves,  they 
dine  in  a  simple  lit- 
tle dining  room  on 
the  second  floor, 
close  to  their  own 
apartments.  Horse 
pictures,  mostly,  I 
believe,  by  Munn- 
ings,  cover  the  walls. 
A  square  polished 
table,  a  sideboard, 
some  chairs  and  a  | 
screen  furnish  it.  On 
the  table  there  is 

always  a  pad  and  pencil,  to  put  down  notes. 
The  coloring  there  is  soft  and  pretty,  the 
carpet  the  Queen's  favorite  beige. 

The  children  had  their  supper  in  the  nurs- 
ery. The  nursery  footman  brought  up  the 
dishes  and  put  them  on  a  hot  plate  there.  In 
the  nursery  they  kept  to  the  old-fashioned 
white  tablecloth.  Each  child  kept  her  table 
napkin  neatly  folded  in  a  silver  ring  with  her 
name  on  it.  There  was  always  something 
very  pleasant  and  intimate  about  these  nurs- 
ery meals. 

Mice  continued  to  be  a  menace.  One  day 
when  I  went  to  my  bath  I  found  a  large  one 
sitting  on  my  towel.  The  passing  postman 
came  in  handy.  Quaking,  I  gave  him  my 
poker  and  asked  him  to  kill  it.  He  put  his 
bag  of  letters  down,  and  kindly  obliged. 

The  Coronation,  so  long  prepared  for,  was 
now  upon  us.  Margaret  was  just  a  baby,  not 
yet  seven  years  old.  Lilibet  was  eleven.  I  was 
bothered  as  to  how  Margaret  would  come 
through  the  long,  tiring  ceremonies.  She  was 
so  very  young.  When  the  day  arrived,  the 
children  were  up  very  early  and  down,  as 
usual,  to  see  their  parents.  There  was  a  great 
deal  of  squealing  and  laughing  and  peeping 
out  the  windows  at  the  crowds  that  had  al- 
ready gathered  the  previous  night.  There  is 
little  sleep  for  anyone  in  the  palace  on  these 
occasions.  The  noise  and  the  shouting  and 
the  singing  go  on  all  night  long. 

The  King  had  taken  immense  interest  in 
the  children's  outfits.  We  had  had  one  scene 
when  Margaret  found  Lilibet  was  to  wear  a 
little  train,  while  she  had  none!  They  lx>th 


NEXT  MONTH 

"A  lost  war  has  made  us  the  chain  - 
j>ion  whiners  of  the  world  "  Martin 
said.  "Lisa  is  lucky — she  is  young." 

"ARTIN  HELM  was  a  stran- 
in  his  own  bleak  land. 
They  called  him  Mr.  American;  he 
had  "enjoyed"  the  war  in  a  Ger- 
man P.O.W.  camp  in  Texas.  Now 
he  was  back,  sharing  a  meager  life 
with  Marianne,  a  half-mad  artist 
who  gloried  in  defeat  and  self-pitv 
at  the  loss  of  one  beautiful  leg.  In 
Lisa  he  found  courage  to  put  to- 
gether the  scattered  pieces  of  his 
life.  But  would  Marianne  ever  let 
go  of  her  distorted  love  based  only 
on  a  faith  in  death? 


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of  postwar  Germany 

WINTERTIME 

A  serial  in  five  parts 
Beginning  in  the  March  Journal 


wore  lace  frocks  with  little  silver  bows, 
cloaks  edged  with  ermine.  The  King  had 
cial  coronets  made  for  them,  very  light.  I 
not  see  the  children  that  morning  until  I 
were  dressed.  They  came  to  me  very  sh 
a  little  overawed  by  their  own  splendor 
their  first  long  dresses. 

"Do  you  like  my  slippers?"  Lilibet  s 
lifting  her  skirt  to  show  me  her  silver  saiu 
I  also  saw  that  she  was  wearing  short  si 
that  revealed  a  length  of  honest  scrato 
brown  leg!  Then  we  all  went  together  tc 
the  King  and  Queen  in  their  robes.  I  rem 
ber  thinking  the  little  Queen  looked  lost 
overweighted  with  all  the  jewelry  and  sp 
dor.  She  had  looked  much  happier  in  tl 
other  days,  wearing  tweeds,  on  the  mc 

Cousins  and  aunts  arrived,  and  the  p 
came.  They  are  the  sons  of  peers,  appoii 
at  the  King's  discretion.  His  Majesty  | 
them  a  goodly  sum  per  year  which  in  for 
times  was  intended  as  a  tactful  way  of  | 
ing  for  the  pages'  education.  To  be  a  pa; 
an  honor  greatly  sought  after.  These  p 
are  most  beautifully  dressed.  The  duties, 
mostly  traditk 
On  this  occa 
among  the  p 
chosen  to  beat 
King's  train 
Earl  Haig,  Ear  i 
licoe,  Lord  i 
schell,  Earl  f 
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dinge,  son  o  I 
King's  privat  i 
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ander  Ramsa;  t 
of  Rear  Admii  J 
A.  R.  M.  Raj 
and  Princess  Fl 
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glad  the  long,1 
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pants  must 
without  a  hi 
of  place,  so  tc 
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How  often  bl 
watched,  witl» 
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growing  pale  od 
paler,  and  I  » 
have  frequently  had  to  get  out  ancA 
the  last  part  of  the  journey  lest  worse  ■ 
There  was  always  something  exci'.tl 
going  in  one  of  the  big  horse-drawn  ca:  m 
Lilibet  and  Margaret  drove  to  the  bf 
with  Queen  Mary.  Margaret  was  s<W 
that  her  place  in  the  carriage  had  a  s  A I 
built-up  seat,  to  allow  a  little  girl  to  H 
the  window  and  wave  to  the  crowds  »J 
she  did  with  much  enthusiasm. 

Lilibet  was  perturbed  on  MargarB 
count.  "I  do  hope  she  won't  disgrac^ 
by  falling  asleep  in  the  middle,  Crawf 
said  anxiously.  "After  all,  she  is  r«ofl 
for  a  coronation,  isn't  she?" 

For  the  coronation  ceremony  the 
canons'  rooms  were  converted  to  (■ 
rooms  for  the  royal  family.  Dressing 
and  long  mirrors  were  added. 

Alah  took  the  Princesses'  brush,* 
combs.  The  King  had  his  own  separflj 
ing  room  with  his  own  valet  in  atte*" 
His  Groom  of  the  Robes,  Sir  Harold* 
bell,  was  also  in  attendance.  This  is  fl 
orary  appointment  and  carries  witjM 
sponsibility  for  seeing  that  the  KinfE 
the  right  garments  and  insignia  puti 
right  way.  Quite  a  complicated  busiij* 
coronation.  The  Queen  has  the  Mi\* 
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her,  but  this  docs  not  carry  nearly 
responsibility. 

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the  side  rooms,  with  sandwiches  an 
for  a  coronation  is  a  lengthy  procew 
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1 


WE  MADE  "THE  WHITE  TOWER"  IN  THE  FRENCH  ALPS.  TO  GET  ONE  SCENE  RIGHT,  I  SPENT  TWO  WHOLE  DAYS  CLIMBING  THE  SAME  THREE  FEET 


LATER,  I  had  to  claw  my  way  up  a 
"chimney"  barehanded  . . . 


EVEN  WHEN  I  RESTED,  my  hands  were 
burned  by  the  hot  Alpine  sun  . . . 


BEING  A  LIQUID,  Jergens  Loti( 
quickly  absorbed  by  thirsty  skin 


u  is 


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73 


RHEUMATIC  FEVER 


(Continued  from  Page  70) 
;  was  five  in  the  afternoon  before  the 

show  was  finished— a  lengthy  day  for 
rirls  aged  six  and  eleven, 
en  they  finally  got  home  again  I  asked 
t, "  Well,  did  Margaret  behave  nicely?  " 
le  was  wonderful,  Crawfie.  I  only  had 
Ige  her  once  or  twice  when  she  played 
he  prayer  books  too  loudly." 
:y  were  all  of  them  tired  after  the  long 
but  their  duties  were  not  yet  over. 
:s  all  the  balcony  appearances  that  are 
3  called  for  again  and  again,  there  came 
notographers.  The  little  girls  had  to 

about  having  their  pictures  taken  for 
st  part  of  an  hour. 

e  aren't  supposed  to  be  human,"  the 
once  said,  rather  sadly. 

orried  a  lot  at  this  time  about  the 
s.  I  felt  my  job  to  be  a  very  responsible 
len  I  took  it  on.  Now  it  had  suddenly 
e  far  more  so,  but  no  one  seemed  to  be 
bed  on  this  score  except  me.  No  new 
ictions  were 


no  suggestions 
I  went  pres- 

0  Queen  Mary 
discussed  the 
r  with  her. 
j*h  her  lady  in 
it  she  wrote  me: 

bv.  '37. 

1  rough  House 


★  ★★★★★★★★ 


By  Hubert  I*.  Tristram  Coffin 

Only  the  strengthless  little  child 

Can  smile  upon  the  edge  of  sleep, 
The  precipice  below  the  stars 

That  goes  like  death  down  sheer 
and  deep. 


We  others,  we  the  strong  tall  men, 
Grow  sad  and  heavy  when  we 
come 

Into  the  house  where  we  must  let 
Our  fists  come  open,  mild  and 
numb. 

When  we  who  hold  the  golden 
world 

In  our  fingers  hot  and  tight 
Enter  the  house  no  man  can  own, 
Our  eyes  take  sorrow  from  the 
night. 

But  children  who  take  the  heavy 
world 

As  they  take  the  running  air 
Go  to  sleep  with  joy  and  wealth 
On  their  careless  mouths  and  hair. 

★  ★★★*★★** 


\Iiss  Crawford: 
i  ommanded  by 
B  Vlary  to  thank 
irmly  for  all 
bible  you  have 
p  n  replying  to 
lajesty's  com- 
lon  the  Prin- 
llime  table,  and 
lllucidation  of 
jepoints  that 
Bobscure. 

Queen  was 
impressed  by 
;enuity  with 
I  you  certainly 
lie  most  of  every 
|  linute,  and  not 
fcfthe  profitable 
■&i  give  to  the 
gjfhe  garden,  etc. 
ing  that  rather 
Queen  Mary 
ate,  and  fluc- 
bedtime. 
the  morn- 
inly  seem  all 
nd  apart  from 
question  of 
<ne  does  feel 
ctual  regular  • 

essential  for  children.  This  sounds 
lit  you  will  know  what  I  mean.  How- 
Jky  are  very  delightful  intelligent  un- 
ite ldren  and  Queen  Mary  feels  that  their 
"at  l  is  in  wonderfully  capable  hands. 

Yours  very  sincerely, 
Cynthia  Colville 

Iov!  he  best  part  of  all  our  lives  were  the 
k  t  is  when  we  escaped  from  the  palace 
al  ts  glories  and  went  down  to  Royal 
ige  Windsor. 

t  is  mile  and  a  quarter  as  the  crow  flies 
a  \|ndsor  Castle  to  Royal  Lodge.  From 
Ciibridge  Gate  of  the  castle  a  mile 
acruns  through  Windsor  Great  Park, 
s|itue  of  George  III  on  horseback, 
in*  is  called  the  Long  Walk.  It  stretches 
a  pbon  lined  on  either  side  with  elms 
it&by  Charles  II. 

S  sjtue  of  King  George  is  a  wonderful 
■P  <■  in  the  neighborhood.  The  children 
iysjalled  it  "The  Copper  Horse,"  and 
■of  ur  favorite  afternoon  pastimes  was 
"allup  there  and  pick  up  all  the  broken 
s  "M  litter  left  by  picnickers.  It  was  also 
■      walk  for  the  boys  from  Eton  Col- 

•  we  would  see  a  long  crocodile  of 
i  sidenly  wind  out  of  the  woods.  Some- 

*  tb  or  three  came  alone,  and  we  used 
'dt'n  the  woods  ourselves  and  watch 
Wi  t  delight  their  attempts  to  climb  up 
f  copper  horse— still  wearing  their 


I  remember  a  day  when  the  Queen's  hair- 
dresser came  out  to  Royal  Lodge.  The  Prin- 
cesses took  him  to  see  the  gardens,  and  then 
politely  suggested  he  might  like  to  walk  up 
to  The  Copper  Horse. 

Much  cheered,  he  set  out  with  a  will,  to  re- 
turn later  somewhat  jaded.  "I  thought  it  was 
a  pub!"  he  confided  to  me,  mopping  his 
brow.  "It  was  a  sad  disappointment  to  me." 

At  Royal  Lodge,  court  etiquette  was  for- 
gotten, and  ceremony  left  behind.  We  were 
just  a  family  again.  We  had  all  meals  to- 
gether, and  went  for  picnics,  and  above  all, 
we  gardened.  The  whole  place  had  become 
overgrown  and  neglected,  and  the  King  de- 
cided we  would  start  from  scratch.  So  every 
Saturday  afternoon  we  all  of  us  put  on  old 
clothes.  The  chauffeur,  the  butler,  even  the 
detective,  were  all  roped  in.  What  His  Maj- 
esty did  at  all,  he  did  with  all  his  might,  ig- 
noring human  frailty.  He  was  an  absolute 
slave  driver,  hacking,  sawing,  pulling  out 
deadwood,  heaping  up  bonfires.  Many  there 
were  who  would  will- 
ingly have  fallen  out 
for  a  rest  and  a 
breather.  How  could 
we,  when  the  King 
was  still  working 
away? 

The  Queen  was 
always  in  rather  a 
panic  on  these  occa- 
sions. I  can  still  hear 
her  saying  in  anguish, 
"Darling!  Darling, 
do  mind.  .  .  .  Lilibet, 

get  out  of  the  way  

Margaret,  for  good- 
ness' sake,  look  where 
you  are  going." 

For  these  occasions 
the  oldest  possible 
tweeds,  stockings  and 
gloves  came  out,  and 
wisely,  for  we  were  in 
constant  danger  from 
trailing  brambles. 
The  King  had  a  won- 
derful collection  of 
tree -cutting  imple- 
ments which  were 
always  a  source  of 
worry  to  the  Queen 
and  an  attraction  to 
the  children.  They 
were  so  sharp  that 
you  bled  if  you  looked 
at  them. 

The  smell  of  wood 
smoke,  the  crackling 
of  bonfires  will  always 
remind  me  poignantly 
of  those  days.  As  will  blisters  on  the  inside 
of  the  hand ! 


For  the  King,  alas,  the  fun  now  ended  at 
teatime.  There  was  no  more  after-tea  hide- 
and-seek,  no  happy  romps  about  the  pas- 
sages. 

The  Parliamentary  boxes  came.  These 
large  black  leather  boxes  contain  the  papers 
of  the  day's  doings  in  Parliament,  sent  up  by 
the  ministers.  They  come  by  dispatch  rider, 
and  keep  the  King  informed  as  to  what  has 
been  going  on  during  the  day.  His  own  secre- 
taries send  up  household  documents  that 
need  attention  at  the  same  time. 

I  sometimes  wondered  whether  he  had  the 
two  life-sized  rocking  horses  placed  outside 
his  study  door  on  purpose,  so  that  he  could 
hear  the  thump,  thump  of  the  little  girls  rid- 
ing them  while  he  worked,  and  could  feel 
them  still  near  him. 

Next  month,  in  the  third  of  eight  install- 
ments, "Crawlie"  will  describe  home  life  al  Bal- 
moral Castle  for  George  VI  and  his  family;  how 
Lilihet's  studies  were  ehanged  to  leach  her  to  he 
Queen;  the  little  Princesses'  game  of  hiding 
shoes;  marriage  of  the  Duke  of  Kent  and  Prin- 
cess Marina,  "a  true  love  match")  Winston 
Churchill  at  the  garden  parly;  departure  of  the 
King  and  Queen  for  America  and  the  long- 
distance telephone  call  to  their  daughters;  the 
day  the  Queen's  dog  hit  Lord  Lothian;  and  Lili- 
het's introduction,  at  13,  to  a  fair-haired  boy 
with  a  sharp  face  and  blue  eyes  who  ate  several 
plates  of  shrimp,  could  jump  higher  over  tennis 
nets  than  any  of  the  other  children  and  whose 
name  was  Prince  Philip  of  Greece. 


Medical  science  is  steadily  gaining  in  the  fight  against  rheumatic 
fever.  While  this  disease  is  still  the  leading  threat  to  the  health  and 
well-being  of  school-age  children,  studies  show  that  the  death  rate 
has  been  going  down  for  the  past  20  years.  In  fact,  during  the  past  8 
years,  this  decline  has  been  3  times  faster  than  it  was  before  1940. 

Authorities  stress  that  there  is  much  to  be  done  if  our  fight  on 
rheumatic  fever  is  to  progress  still  further.  Although  attacks  of  the 
disease  may  weaken  the  child's  heart  and  thus  require  careful 
medical  attention,  specialists  say  that  there  are  3  important  ways 
in  which  parents  can  cooperate  with  doctors  in  helping  to  safe- 
guard their  children's  health: 


1 .  By  keeping  alert  for  warnings  of  rheu- 
matic fever.  Loss  of  appetite,  pains  in 
the  joints,  or  persistent  low  fever  may 
be  signs  of  this  disease.  Often  they  are 
not,  but  it  is  always  wise  to  check  with 
a  doctor. 

Sometimes  rheumatic  fever  has  no 
symptoms,  so  it  is  also  a  good  precau- 
tion for  the  child  to  have  a  thorough 
medical  examination  at  regular  inter- 
vals. 


2.  By  following  the  doctor's  advice  about 
treatment  in  case  the  child  has  rheumatic 
fever.  Doctors  often  advise  long  rest  in 
bed  to  help  protect  the  heart  from  un- 
necessary strain. 

Parents  can  do  a  great  deal  to  make 
the  child's  stay  in  bed  easier  and  more 
beneficial  by  finding  ways  to  keep  the 
child  occupied  and  interested.  Diver- 
sions suited  to  the  individual  child  are 
recommended.  These  may  include 
games,  books,  and  other  amusements 
that  do  not  tax  the  child's  strength. 

When  the  child  is  allowed  to  leave  his 
bed,  parents  should  see  that  he  returns 
to  normal  activity  only  as  gradually  as 
the  doctor  recommends. 


3.  By  helping  to  guard  against  recur- 
rence. One  of  rheumatic  fever's  great 
dangers  is  that  it  may  strike  more  than 
once. 

To  help  guard  against  this,  doctors 
may  advise  steps  for  keeping  the  child  in 
good  physical  condition,  and  for  avoid- 
ing nose  and  throat  infections  which 
may  precede  another  attack.  With  good 
medical  guidance,  a  recurrence  of  this 
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My  wife  has  consented,  under  slight  pressure, 
to  let  me  cast  one  admiring  glance  a  day  at  a  homely 
woman,  chosen  at  random,  to  bolster  her  morale. 
(She  emphasizes  that  pretty  women  don't  need  my 
gallantry.) 

The  man  next  door  tells  me  confidentially  that  he 
most  thoroughly  relishes  lecturing  his  wife  on  frugality 
when  he  has  a  dull,  uneasy  feeling  at  the  pit  of  his 
stomach  that  he  himself  has  been  guilty  of  an  ex- 
travagance, such  as  a  new  hat  he  doesn't  need. 


"After  a  hard  day,"  brags  Peter  Comfort, 
chopping  ice  off  his  front  step,  "nothing  relaxes  me 
more  than  skimming  through  the  evening  paper  in 
the  kitchen,  watching  my  wife  do  the  dishes." 


Why  does  a  woman  thrill  more  to  a  twenty-five- 
cent  valentine  from  an  Old  Flame  than  to  a  dozen 
roses  or  a  two-pound  box  of  candy  from  her  own 
legally  indentured  handy  man?  (Some  men 
seem  to  make  a  career  of  being  old  flames.) 


What  makes  me  so  patient  with  Juniors 
uncertainty  at  sixteen  about  his  future  career  is 
that  at  twenty  I  hadn't  the  faintest  idea  myself 
as  to  exactly  what  I  wanted  to  become. 


At  breakfast  our  ten-year-old  demanded 
a  play-by-play  recital  of  exactly  how  I  asked 
his  future  mother  to  become  my  wife.  Before 
we  got  through  telling  him,  he  was  so  con- 
fused that  he  inquired  whether  I  proposed  to 
her  or  she  proposed  to  me. 


After  twenty  years  of  housekeeping, 
the  average  American  family  accumulates 
enough  drugs  and  medicines  in  its  medicine 
cabinet  to  establish  a  drugstore  in  a  Russian 
town  of  100,000.  (And  the  labels  might  as 
well  be  written  in  Russian  too.) 


Our  daughter's  newest  tactic  against  my 
theory  that  teen-age  girls  shouldn't  date  the 
same  boy  exclusively:  When  she  stays  out  too  late  with 
another  boy  she  argues  she  did  it  merely  to  please  me. 


Nothing  heightens  my  enjoyment  of  an  evening 
)    around  the  fireplace  with  my  family  more  than  (1) 
Uk  the  knowledge  that  it's   Saturday  evening,  an 
^  almost  obligatory  night  to  go  out,  or  (2)  that  a  big 
I  party's  going  on  somewhere  to  which  we  haven't 
been  invited. 

V 

"I  can  find  out  more  about  a  friend's  home  life 
from  one  peek  in  her  wire  basket  at  the  supermarket" 
says  Betty  Comfort,  honking  for  Junior  to  help  her 
carry  in  the  groceries,  "than  from  all  she'll  tell  me  in  a 
fifteen -minute  chat  in  the  parking  lot." 

My  newest  psychiatric  theory,  evolved  while 
shaving  with  three  different  kinds  of  superrazors  one 
•  morning:  That  most  human  virtues  are  rooted  in 
courage,  and  most  human  faults  in  fear.  (Except  those 
virtues  that  stem  from  the  fear  of  having  people  dis- 
like you.) 


Th, 


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in  the 
House 

By  HARLAN  MILLER 


As  a  one-time  belle  at  Greenwood  school,  the  ma- 
tron next  door  confides  that  her  mature  conquests  have 
brought  her  no  thrill  to  match  the  day  when  every  boy 
in  the  seventh  grade  sent  her  a  valentine.  Not  even  a 
genuine  handmade  poem  by  her  husband. 


I  can't  understand  why  it  flabbergasts  my  wife 
so  completely  when  I  claim  that  one  reason  she's 
kept  her  good  looks  is  that  she  has  such  a  thoughtful 
and  amusing  husband.  (She's  never  dished  up  a 
good  comeback  for  that  one.) 


Our  town's  gay  blades  still  organize  a  sleigh  ride 
or  two  every  winter,  zigzag  past  the  snowplows.  But 
somebody  always  dilutes  this  pioneer  make-believe 
by  bringing  along  a  portable  rudio  or  wearing  a  mink 
coat. 

V 

Maybe  we'd  celebrate  more  great  men's  birth- 
days in  February  if  the  pretty  ladies  didn't  show 
greater  partiality  for  the  Errol  Flynns  of  this  life  than 
for  the  Abe  Lincolns. 


The  newly  wed  husband  in  our  block  likes  to  tell 
about  the  time  his  bride  put  a  silver  bowl,  one  of  her 
wedding  presents,  in  the  oven  to  bake  some  meat  loaf. . . . 
He's  the  one  who  used  her  hair  drier  to  dry  the  dishes, 
and  tried  to  pop  a  whole  pound  of  popcorn  in  the  pressure 
cooker. 


Our  youngsters  seem  to  have  no  objections  to 
good  music  if  they  don't  have  to  go  to  concerts  to 
hear  it;  there's  always  a  little  Beethoven  and  Mo- 
zart on  the  floor  around  the  record  player.  (They 
don't  mind  culture  if  they  can  have  some  popcorn 
with  it.) 


Two-car  families  in  our  neighborhood  seem  to 
have  more  worries.  They  not  only  have  to  clear  both 
sides  of  the  driveway  before  the  snow  cakes  down, 
but  they're  endlessly  agonized  by  scratching  each  car 
when  they  open  the  door  of  the  other  against  it. 


My  famUy  is  puzzled  why  I've  scrawled 
160/75  on  our  refrigerator  door.  Confiden- 
tially, it's  a  magic  charm  against  midnight 
icebox  raids:  If  I  can  keep  my  weight  down 
to  the  neighborhood  of  160  maybe  I'll  live 
to  be  75  and  get  acquainted  with  our  future 
grandchildren. 

Some  hotels  keep  their  age-old  rubber 
bathtub  stoppers  as  permanent  nonexpend- 
able fixtures,  and  some  chambermaids 
neglect  'em.  .  .  .  In  my  lifelong  roving 
crusade  against  stoppers  with  a  shiny  patina 
I've  hurled  at  least  twenty  of  'em  out  of  win- 
dows  of  hotels  where  I've  been  a  guest.  It 
makes  me  feel  like  Pasteur. 


Best  bridge-table  story  for  needling  the 
ladies:  About  the  traveling  man  who  first 
asks  the  waitress  to  muss  her  hair,  give  him 
a  cup  of  warmed-over  coffee,  fry  him  an  egg 
with  scads  of  grease,  and  burn  him  two 
slices  of  toast — and  then  explains  that  he's 
desperately  homesick. 


If  I  were  a  high-school-girls'  adviser,  or  a  college 
dean  of  women,  I'd  tip  the  girls  off  that  a  soft,  clear 
voice  and  a  sweet  facial  expression  can  make  any  girl 
as  charming  as  most  princesses. 


I've  got  a  note  in  my  top  dresser  drawer  to  re- 
mind me  to  send  valentines  this  year  to  some  of  the 
matrons  in  our  little  circle  who  help  make  life 
glisten.  ...  If  I  forget,  so  help  me,  it'll  he  an  ad- 
mission that  I'm  not  the  man  I  once  was. 


 When  your  youngest  wanders  into  your 

bathroom  for  a  chat  while  you're  shaving.  ...  Or 
you  try  to  muster  enough  courage  to  ask  your 
daughter  for  a  dance  the  first  time  you  encounter  her 
in  an  evening  dress.  .  .  .  And  you  stumble  across 
an  old  picture  of  yourself  in  uniform  that  Junior  has 
salvaged  for  his  room.  ...  Or  your  beloved's  voice 
comes  singing  across  the  long-distance  telephone 
wires  to  you  like  a  blood  transfusion.  .  .  .  Then  you 
feel  like  a  gladiator,  and  Oh,  Promise  Me  rings  in  your 
ears,  and  you  challenge  life  to  bring  on  the  next  herd 
of  gremlins. 


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(Continued  from  Pane  35) 


have  to  be  especially  polite  to  her  or  ask  her 
back.  ...  I  suppose  I  ought  to  write  dad  my- 
self, but  it's  one  of  those  difficult  things  that  I 
am  evading. 

Love, 

Micah. 

"No."  she  said  aloud.  "I  can't  tell  him." 

With  one  more  year  and  his  internship 
Micah  would  have  been  a  doctor  too.  The 
hurt  to  his  father  was  going  to  go  deep. 

Nellie  Peel.  .  .  .  Yes.  he  had  told  her  m  ire 
than  he  perhaps  knew  of  Nellie  Peel.  Di- 
vorced. An  artist.  Possessive. 

Was  this  what  the  year  had  been  bringing, 
this  severance  that  was  so  going  to  wound? 
Was  this  ending  of  Haniel's  hope  for  Micah 
an  ending,  too.  of  hope  for  herself  ?  Was  Micah 
going  to  marry  this  woman  and  would  that 
mean  the  end  of  confidence  between  them? 

She  folded  the  letter,  sat  there,  drawn  back 
a  little  from  the  table,  her  tea  untouched, 
looked  down  at  her  hands.  She  had  good 
hands.  They  did  not  go  with  her  body. 
They  were  herself,  the  truth  of  herself,  the 
kernel  exposed.  Sometimes  she  looked  at  her- 
self in  the  mirror  and  was  amazed  and  trou- 
bled at  the  placid,  wide  face,  the  big  body  re- 
flected there,  knowing  it  was  not  herself,  puz- 
zled that  the  self  could  be  so  at  variance  with 
its  shell.  So  she  looked  at  her  hands  now, 
to  give  her  courage,  to  make  herself  real.  It 
did  not  work. 

It  was  dark  now,  the  autumn  night  had 
come,  quietly.  You  could  not  even  hear  the 

rustle  of  leaves  tonight.   

The  office  door  opened.  ■■■■■■ 
closed.  Someone  sat 
there,  waiting  for  the 
doctor. 

/  didn't  turn  on  the 
lights,  she  thought,  gave 
a  small  sigh  and  rose, 
went  to  the  waiting 
room,  said  a  quiet 
"Good  evening"  to 
Mrs.  Everett,  snapped 
on  the  lights,  said. "  The 
doctor  had  to  go  to 
Brumley,  but  he  will 
be  here  very  soon."  HS^MHH^^B 
went  out  again. 

At  last  she  heard  the  doctor's  car  coming 
in  at  the  drive,  heard  the  door  bang,  heard 
the  water  in  the  little  lavatory  where  he  was 
wont  to  scrub  up  before  office  hours. 

"All  right.  Who's  first?  "she  heard  him  say. 

From  where  she  sat  she  could  see  a  figure 
standing  on  the  top  step  under  the  small  light. 
It  was  Mrs.  Gray,  the  Methodist  minister's 
wife. 

Oh,  no!  Not  tonight!  she  said  to  herself.  It's 
tomorrow  you  are  to  come,  Mrs.  Gray. 

She  had  an  impulse  to  go  out,  say  to  the  re- 
luctant small  woman,  Go  home.  Tomorrow's 
your  appointment.  Put  it  off  as  long  as  you  can! 
But  Mrs.  Gray  moved  slowly  out  of  the  light, 
around  the  porch  to  the  office  door.  The  doc- 
tor's wife  did  not  move  from  her  chair.  The 
letter — she  could  not  now  tell  him  of  Micah's 
letter.  And  tonight  he  would  go  to  her.  With 
death  in  the  offing,  he  always  went  to  her. 

When  patients  left  they  left  by  the  front 
door,  through  the  hall.  The  parting  words  of 
the  doctor  came  to  her  now  and  again. 

The  doctor's  wife  rose  and  went  to  the 
kitchen,  put  on  coffee.  Nearly  everyone  had 
gone  now— it  wouldn't  be  long  before  he  took 
Mrs.  Gray.  Last. 

She  went  back,  picked  up  knitting,  but  she 
had  not  done  a  row  when  the  doctor  came  out 
into  the  hall  and  said  in  his  quick,  harsh  voice, 
"Nan,  where  are  you?" 
"Here." 

"Any  coffee  on?" 
"Yes." 

"Bring  it  in.  will  you?" 

She  brought  the  tray  with  the  |x>t.  two  cups 
on  it.  into  the  office.  Mrs.  Gray  was  sitting 
there  in  the  straight  chair.  I<x>king  very  small. 

"  I  Icre."  the  doctor  said  brusquely,  waving 
toward  the  desk.  "Have  a  cup  with  me,  Mrs. 
Gray.  Didn't  have  time  to  finish  mine  to- 
night and  I  feel  the  need  of  it." 


The  doctor's  wife  turned  away,  feeling  onF 
the  echo  from  the  usual  longing  to  do  some) 
thing  to  help  him. 

"You  have  a  cup.  too.  Mrs.  Broome."  Mr- 
Gray  said.  And  the  doctor's  wife  knew  tha; 
this  was  a  deep  and  desperate  call  for  heir 

"  I  don't  mind  if  I  do.  I'll  just  get  me  a  cup. 
She  came  back  and  the  doctor,  jumpy,  hole 
ing  himself  down  with  difficulty,  had  alread: 
poured  the  coffee.  She  poured  some  for  hei 
self,  sat  on  the  metal  stool  beside  the  desU 
with  cup  in  hand.  Before  she  lifted  it,  shl 
gave  a  sudden  smile  at  Mrs.  Gray. 

Mrs.  gray  did  not  smile  back.  She  drank 
swallow  of  coffee  and  then  said  directlji 
"Well,  let's  have  it.  Doctor  Broome." 

His  cup  made  a  sharp  click  on  the  sauce, 
"It's  not  good.  Mrs.  Gray." 

"No.  I  didn't  think  it  would  be.  You  needn 
spare  me.  doctor.  Does  it  mean  an  operai 
Or  is  it  too  late  for  that?" 

Oh,  Haniel!  Be  gentle!  Be  gentle!  the  da 
tor's  wife  prayed. 

"I  don't  know.  You  can  try,"  he  said. 

"But  you  think  it's  too  late."  Mrs.  Gra 
said,  her  voice  thinned  like  a  dream  voice. 

"One  can't  know.  But  I  think  it  is  toolat 
That  is  the  opinion  of  Doctor  Marks  too." 

She  looked  then  at  Mrs.  Broome,  but  ti 
doctor's  wife  did  not  smile,  only  returned  ti 
look  with  steadiness.  "  I  always  seem  to  ha 
somuch  unfinished  business."  Mrs.  Graysai 

"  We  all  do."  the  doctor  said. 

"It  isn't  that  I  dot 


^  Da  \  inei  painted  The  Last  Sup- 
^  per  and  Mnna  Lisa  with  his  left 
hand.  .  .  .  He  was  the  illegitimate 
son  of  a  lawyer  and  a  peasant  girl.  .  .  . 
He  made  a  model  of  tin-  parachute 
similar  to  those  used  today.  ...  It 
took  him  twelve  years  lo  paint  the 
lips  of  the  Moiki  Lisa.  .  .  .  He  in- 
vented an  air-conditioning  system, 
using  the  modern  teehnique  of 
eooling  air  by  spraying  Mater  through 
it.  .  .  .  His  notebooks  were  written  in 
reverse  with  his  left  hand. 


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think  you  can't  li 
without  college—  bir 
do  want  Margarell 
finish." 

"I  think  she  will  > 
able  to  finish  all 
Look.  Mrs.  Gray 
pose  I  take  you  up 
Levy  in  Boston?  I le 
an  authority." 

But  they  all  lop. 
there  was  no  good,  i 
"If  you  like— if  || 
would  comfort  an; 
one."  Mrs.  Gray  sax 
"  But  I'm  sure  you  an 
Doctor  Marks  know.   I  know.  Would 
have  helped  if  I'd  come  earlier?  " 

"It  would  have  had  to  be  a  good  deal e 
lier,"  the  doctor  said. 

Mrs.  Gray  stood  up.  "Well.  I'd  bettergt 
back  before  John  comes  from  choir  practio 
It's  queer.  I  don't  feel  anything."  she  sak 
"It's  terribly  queer."  the  doctor  agreedi 
a  voice  hot  with  inner  rage. 

The  two  women  moved  down  the  hall 
the  doctor's  wife  opened  the  front  door, 
you  could  smell  the  leaves,  the  autumn  nigl 
"Don't  tell  John,"  Mrs.  Gray  said. 
"No, "the doctor'swife  said.  "Good  night 
"Goodnight.  Thank  you."  Mrs.  Gray  mi 
mured.  She  went  down  the  steps,  was  gor 
The  doctor's  wife  retrieved  her  knittiG 
but  her  mind  was  not  on  it.  If  he  should cor 
to  her  for  comfort — if  she  could  but  say,' 
know.  Haniel.  I  know."  Had  she  not  shar 
the  moment  in  the  office  with  him?  Thentl 
office  door  closed  quietly.   As  if  he  w 
ashamed,  she  thought.  He  was  gone. 

But  she  seemed  to  follow  him  with 
tual  vision.  She  saw  him  charging,  hal 
down  the  street,  seeing  no  one.  From  IS 
post  to  lampixist,  a  tall,  dark,  hunched 
lighted  up  at  each  light  so  that  you  sawn 
noble  head,  with  its  high  forehead  and ui 
tidy,  thick,  graying  hair,  its  jutting  chin,  J 
the  face's  furrows  and  jx'aks  that  lent 
character.  And  then  he  was  at  that  houst 
She  often  wished  that  she  had  never  b« 
in  Medora  Jessup's  house,  that  she  could tv 
see  Haniel  in  it.  But  when  she  had  first  con 
to  Windover.  she  had  been  in  the  hot* 
number  ol  tunes.  Old  Mrs.  Jcssup  gavep 
den  parties  then,  and  sometimes 
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had  stood  for  something  then.  Bm 
maintaining  a  kind  of  gloomy  dignity, 
the  side  |>orch  was  the  great  wistaria 
and  at  the  end  ol  Mas  or  early  June  whcntl 


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wistaria  bloomed,  the  clusters  of  flowers  made 
a  pleasant  effect  against  the  gray.  At  other 
times  the  house  looked  sad.  lost. 

Was  he  there  now?  Did  he  ring?  Did  he 
just  walk  in  as  if  he  belonged  there?  .  .  .  Pa- 
tiently she  ripped  out  a  row  gone  wrong. 

She  saw  herself  suddenly  in  the  garden  at 
the  Jessups'.  She  stood  by  the  neat  herb 
garden  laid  out  in  a  circle  about  the  old 
well  house,  and  Medora  went  by,  young, 
too,  very  erect,  very  handsome.  She  had 
smiled  at  Medora  and  said.  "  I  would  like  to 
have  an  herb  garden.  Would  you  help  me  to 
get  it  started?  "  Medora  had  paused  and  stood 
there  in  the  sun.  and  the  doctor's  wife  still  re- 
membered how  suddenly  strange  she  felt,  as 
if  there  were  only  the  two  of  them  at  the 
party.  But  Medora  said  only,  "Oh,  I  don't 
know  much  about  it.  You  should  ask  Mr. 
Lafferty,"  and  went  on.  And  alter  a  moment, 
the  party  somehow  dimmed,  unfriendly,  she 
had  walked  on  to  the  sundial  that  stood  in 
the  center  of  a  path.  She  stood  looking  at  the 
sundial,  reading  the  letters  about  the  edge: 
The  Whole  of  Life  is  But  a  Point  of  Time. 

It  was  all  there  still:  the  perennials,  the 
herb  garden,  the  sundial.  Only  now  there  was 
ttle  money  and  Medora  did  know  about 
herbs.  She  even  sold  them  and  wrote  an  occa- 
sional article  about  them. 

Marigold,  betony,  nettle  and  squill; 
Peony,  dittany,  basil  and  dill. 

She  found  herself  knitting  in  rhythm  with 
the  old  rhyme.  The  words  often  came  to  her 
when  she  thought  of  Medora. 

He  was  inside  now.  In  the  big  hall,  stand- 
ing there  tall  and  dark  with  his  anger  against 
the  something  coming  to  Mrs.  Gray  that  he 
could  not  control,  perhaps  calling  out,  "Me- 
dora! Wrhere  are  you?"  She  saw  Medora 
standing  in  the  wide  doorway  of  the  living 
room,  looking  as  she.  Nan  Broome,  wished 
she  looked. 

Haniel  sat  in  one  of  two  deep  green  chairs 
in  the  big  room.  She  saw  him  very  clearly.  She 
saw  Medora  sitting  across  the  hearth  from 
Haniel  in  the  other  green  chair. 

She  thrust  the  knitting  from  her.  What  am 
I  doing?  What  am  I  doing?  she  demanded  of 
herself. 

No,  this  was  the  wrong  way,  this  was  the 
way  to  despair,  to  defeat.  She  had  always  be- 
lieved in  imagination,  but  you  could  let  the 
imagination  go  too  far.  This  picture  she  had 
seen  too  often.  She  never  saw  them  clinging 
together,  bodies  touching.  No,  Haniel  would 
be  faithful  in  his  fashion.  But  she  knew  that 
there  was  an  unfaithfulness  that  went  far 
deeper  than  that  of  the  body. 

She  looked  about  her  own  living  room,  so 
different  from  Medora's,  but  pleasant,  too,  in 
its  own  way.  She  had  painted  the  woodwork 
white,  put  up  the  ruffled  curtains,  had  the 
walls  papered  in  a  pale  yellow.  It  was  all 
bright,  full  of  cheer  and  sun,  a  warm,  happy 
room. 

Winter  is  coming,  she  said  to  herself. 

She  picked  up  her  book  and  began  to  read. 
She  read  till  half  past  ten,  closed  the  book 
with  a  gesture  almost  of  relief,  rose  and  went 
to  the  kitchen.  Haniel  always  wanted  some- 
thing to  eat  late  at  night.  She  took  out  the 
rest  of  an  apple  pie,  cut  a  large  piece,  put  a 
square  of  cheese  beside  it,  poured  a  glass  of 
milk.  He  almost  never  stayed  out  aftereleven. 
so  she  left  the  things  on  the  kitchen  table, 
then  went  up  the  stairs  to  her  room,  un- 
dressed and  got  into  bed.  She  lay  awake,  hear- 
ing the  crickets  chirping  in  the  fields  and  one 
somewhere  in  the  house. 

In  spite  of  her  own  reluctance,  she  began 
to  live  it  all  again,  take  her  own  past  out  and 
look  at  it. 

There  was  a  moment  when  she  had  stood 
in  her  mother's  room  and  heard  her  mother 
say,  "This  house  is  so  still— so  still!"  and 
that  was  the  moment  that  stood  for  every- 
thing till  she  was  twelve,  when  she  went  to 
live  with  Aunt  Rose. 

"You  read  too  much,"  her  mother  said  al- 
ways, and  yet  almost  the  only  presents  she 
had  ever  given  her  had  been  books. 

Aunt  Rose  hadn't  given  her  books.  She  had 
given  her  work  and  laughter  and  friends.  Aunt 
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se  was  big,  hearty,  completely  practical, 
ipletely  unafraid  of  life.  She  didn't  seem 
think  fat  was  anything  unpleasant.  She 
ght  Nan  to  laugh  at  her  own  curves.  She 
ght  her  to  cook,  to  sew,  to  tend  a  garden. 

I  We've  got  to  think  about  your  earning  a 
ng.  Has  to  be  done,  you  know,  honey!" 
it  Rose  said.  Nan  was  sixteen  then. 

I'd  like  to  be  a  teacher,"  she  said. 
Teacher !  Child,  you  wouldn't.  That's  the 
;  thing  in  the  world  you'd  want  to  be.  Men 
away  from  you  and  you  get  a  look.  No, 
i've  got  a  knack  with  your  hands"  and 
i'd  better  do  something  useful  with  'em. 
rsing's  a  good  job.  You  see  a  lot  of  people 
[  different  kinds— you  don't  get  stuck  in 
it  like  in  some  jobs." 
he  thought  now,  /  think  I  would  have  been 
ood  teacher.  But  because  she  had  been 
ing,  malleable,  and  had  loved  Aunt  Rose, 
had  become  a  nurse.  Because  she  was  a 
se,  she  had  married  Haniel. 
he  was  not  beautiful,  even  then.  She  had 
n  fat,  a  big,  good-natured,  efficient  girl, 
niel  had  interned  at  St.  Francis, 
le  had  come  charging  into  the  hospital, 
nped  straight  into  her  and  demanded, 
'hen  do  you  get  off  duty?" 
Seven.  Why?" 

I'll  have  breakfast  with  "ou,"  he  said, 
barked,  even  then.  "At  Rory's." 
Sut  she  hadn't  had  to  go,  had  she?  She 
ked  into  Rory's  at  ten  minutes  after  seven, 
in  her  uniform,  with  the  nurse's  blue  cape 
t  made  her  seem  bulkier  than  ever.  He  or- 
:d  breakfast,  a  hearty  one,  without  asking 
it  she  would  like.  She  had  never  been 
id  of  doctors  because  Aunt  Rose  had 
l:d  her  of  false  vanity,  and  she  was  not 
id  of  young  Haniel  Broome,  for  all  his 
icing. 

•  Know  where  Windover  is?"  he  demanded. 
jjjST  about.  Why?" 

Starting  practice  there  next  week.  What 
»jld  you  think  about  marrying  me  and  go- 
iHown  there  to  live?" 
he  had  laughed.  God  forgive  her,  but  she 
a  laughed. 

I'm  not  being  funny,"  he  said. 

3ut  why  me?"  she  said.  "I'm  sure  you 
m  have  your  pick  from  at  least  the  second 
o  of  St.  Francis — maybe  the  third,  though 
N:or  three  up  there  are  spoken  for." 

I've  picked.  I've  picked  you." 

Well,  you  sound  savage  enough.  Thanks 

I I  lion,  doc — but  skip  it.  I  hadn't  counted 


on  a  grand  romance,  but  even  I  have  little 
requirements  for  a  proposal.  You're  either 
drunk  or  you're  crazy." 

"Sorry,"  he  said.  He  ordered  more  coffee, 
then  turned  to  her.  "  I  suppose  it  does  sound 
silly.  I'm  not  offering  you  a  grand  romance; 
doctors  don't  have  time  for  them.  You  know 
what  a  doctor's  life  is  like.  I'm  going  to  be  the 
only  doctor  in  town  and  I'll  have  to  work  like 
a  dog.  But  I  need  a  wife— or  a  partner,  if 
you'd  rather  have  it  that  way.  I  won't  make 
soft  speeches,  but  I'll  earn  a  living  and  I've 
got  a  decent  house.  I've  known  you  for  quite 
a  while  and  you're  exactly  the  kind  of  person 
I  want."  It  was  no  longer  a  joke.  Incredibly, 
he  meant  it. 

I  think  I'd  make  a  good  doctor's  wife," 
she  said. 

It  had  not  been  so  bad  being  Haniel's  part- 
ner, not  at  first.  She'd  even  made  him  laugh 
and  he'd  liked  her  cooking.  She  had  Micah. 
She  had  old  Doctor  Broome  and  he  was  her 
friend.  She  had  the  house  to  fix  over,  to  make 
cheerful.  She  had  Mrs.  Daly,  who  had  taken 
care  of  the  old  doctor  ever  since  his  wife  died. 
And  though  it  wasn't  always  right  it  was 
partly  right  and  good  and  she  worked  always 
toward  more  complete  goodness.  Till  that 
day  came. 

She  went  in  to  see  old  Miss  Treat,  who  had 
done  dressmaking  for  Windover  people  for- 
ever. She  was  a  dowdy  old  woman,  but  she 
had  an  eye  for  style  in  others,  and  some  of  the 
old-timers  still  swore  by  her.  She  had  been  ill 
and  Nan  Broome  took  her  a  dish  of  baked 
custard  one  afternoon. 

"I'm  real  glad  Haniel  had  the  sense  to  marry 
a  girl  like  you,"  Miss  Treat  said.  "  Real  glad. 
They  had  their  big  quarrel  right  here  in  this 
room,  with  Medora  trying  on  her  wedding 
dress.  I  don't  know  what  got  into  her — Cal 
had  been  after  her,  but  everyone  was  real 
pleased  she  was  marrying  Haniel." 

Miss  Treat  took  a  few  spoonfuls  of  custard. 

"You've  got  a  hand  with  custards,  my 
dear,"  she  went  on.  "A  good  thing.  Medora 
never  turned  her  hand  at  housekeeping.  Guess 
she's  coming  to  it,  though.  Money's  not  so 
plentiful  with  the  Jessups  these  days.  .  .  . 
Haniel  come  to  my  house  that  night  looking 
like  death,  hunting  for  Medora.  She'd  run  off 
with  Cal — only  she  come  back  next  day  and 
she  was  ready  to  eat  humble  pie  and  go  on 
with  her  wedding.  But  Haniel  said  he'd 
marry  the  first  woman  he  saw— and  he  did, 
I  guess.  I  suppose  Medora  deserves  some 
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done,  for  once,  and  Haniel's  got  the  best  of 
his  bargain.  ...  I'm  chattering  on,  I  guess. 
I'm  getting  old,  my  dear — I-  do  wander." 

And  there  it  all  was,  the  story.  Clear  and 
simple,  and  a  knife  in  the  heart  forever. 

She  had  gone  home  from  Miss  Treat's  and 
told  the  little  Unwin  girl  who  was  staying 
with  Micah  that  she  could  go.  She  stood  in 
Micah's  room,  for  he  hadn't  waked  from  his 
nap,  and  put  her  hands  on  the  end  of  the  crib 
and  just  stood  there  a  long  time. 

She  remembered  turning  away  from  Mi- 
cah's crib,  going  down  the  stairs  after  the  old 
doctor's  tray  as  she  always  did  at  five,  carry- 
ing it  upstairs  to  him  in  the  old  wheel  chair 
where  he  spent  his  days. 

"What's  the  matter,  Nan?"  he'd  said. 

"Nothing." 

"Sit  down  a  minute." 

She  was  afraid  of  his  blue  eyes,  but  she  sat 
down. 

"Been  wanting  to  say  something,"  he  said. 
"Better  do  it.  I'm  going  to  die  one  of  these 
days  soon,  Nan.  Time  I  did,  I  suppose." 

"You  can't.  I  couldn't  get  along  without 
you,"  she  said,  and  saw  him  flick  a  sharp 
glance  at  her. 

"Oh,  yes,  you  can.  You  can  get  along  with- 
out anyone.  But  Haniel's  never  believed  any- 
one could  or  should  die.  He's  never,  as  you 
might  say,  come  to  terms  with  dying.  You'll 
have  to  get  him  over  it  when  it  comes." 

She  wanted  to  say  to  him,  //  is  Medora  who 
will  have  to  get  him  over  it,  but  she  could  not. 
"Haniel's  strong  enough,"  she  said. 

"In  his  way,"  old  Doctor  Broome  con- 
ceded. "But  he  shouldn't  have  been  a  doctor, 
I  expect.  Well,  he  is.  He'll  get  older  and  wiser, 
maybe.  .  .  .  Micah's  of  tougher  stuff.  Keep 
him  tough,  Nan — keep  him  tough." 

They  had  said  not  a   

word  then  or  ever  about  ■■■■■■■■ 
Medora  Jessup.  Never  a  > 
word.  And  he  had  died.  And  m 
she  had  done  nothing.  Had 
she  done  right  or  wrong? 
She  did  not  know,  even 
now,  waiting  for  the  sound 
of  the  door  opening,  closing,  waiting,  wait- 
ing. But  she  had  done  nothing  at  all. 

Now  it  came.  The  door  opened,  closed.  He 
was  home.  She  shut  her  book  of  remem- 
brances, closed  her  eyes,  pretended  sleep. 

There  was  a  sharp  frost  in  the  night.  The 
doctor's  wife  went  out  the  kitchen  door,  down 
the  steps  and  across  the  yard.  Where  the  sun 
had  not  yet  touched,  the  frost  still  made  its 
white  rime  on  the  grass.  She  felt  almost  angry 
at  Nature.  She  had  counted  on  a  few  more 
days  of  the  zinnias  and  asters.  Why,  only  yes- 
terday it  was  spring!  she  said  to  herself. 

"Frost  get  everything?"  Haniel  said  from 
the  back  steps. 

"Everything  but  the  chrysanthemums." 

"Billy  Pavlok's  coming  in  at  nine.  Want 
to  hold  him?" 

"All  right."  She  did  not  turn  as  she  said  it. 
She  had  had  a  shocking  impulse  to  say,  Hold 
him  yourself! 

But  at  nine  she  came  into  the  office  and 
without  ado  lifted  Billy  from  his  mother's 
arms.  His  brown  eyes  were  wide  with  fear, 
almost  frantic. 

"You"  run  along,  Mrs.  Pavlok,"  Mrs. 
Broome  said  cheerfully.  "Sit  out  in  the  wait- 
ing room — we  won't  be  a  minute." 

Don't  want  pin  in  Billy.  Don't  want  pin 
in  Billy,"  Billy  said. 

Mrs.  Pavlok  had  seven  children,  no  pa- 
tience, much  superstition  and  no  common 
sense.  Nan  Broome  had  heard  her  say  once, 
"You  come  right  in  here  or  I'll  have  the  doc 
stick  a  pin  in  you ! "  She  got  Mrs.  Pavlok  out 
of  the  room.  She  let  Billy  feed  the  fish.  She 
weighed  him.  She  even  let  him  watch  the 
doctor  fill  the  needle. 

"Pump!  Pump!  Pump!"  she  said.  It  was 
over  and  Billy  hadn't  made  a  cry.  "Now  let's 
have  a  sugar  cooky,"  she  said.  "You  come 
out  into  the  kitchen  and  you  can  put  your 
hand  into  the  ccxiky  jar  yourself." 

She  saw  Mrs.  Pavlok  pulling  him  along  the 
walk,  plopping  him  down  in  his  gocart. 

"Blasted  f<x>l,"  Haniel  said  savagely. 

"She's  never  had  a  chance  to  be  anything 
else,"  his  wife  said. 


She  went  out  to  the  kitchen  to  hunt  for  her 
fruitcake  recipe.  Last  night  sometime  she 
had  thought,  /  must  give  my  fruitcake  reeipt 
to  Mrs.  Gray,  not  quite  knowing  why  she  had 
done  so.  She  picked  out  the  recipe  and  went 
out  of  the  house,  down  the  street  toward  thej 
parsonage.  She  went  around  to  the  side  dooiy 
rapped,  and  Mrs.  Gray  came  at  once. 

"Hello!"  the  doctor's  wife  said  cheerfully 
"  I  got  to  thinking  about  Christmas  and  re 
membered  I  promised  you  my  fruitcake  rec 
ipe.  So  I  brought  it  over." 

"That's  nice  of  you,"  Mrs.  Gray  said 
"Come  in,  Mrs.  Broome.  I  suppose  it  is  tirm 
to  make  fruitcake — to  tell  the  truth,  I'vi 
never  made  a  proper  one.  I  always  settle  fo 
my  old  spicecake  and  put  extra  nuts  am 
raisins  in.  But  I  think  I'll  really  make  it  thi 
year.  Margaret's  bringing  a  girl  home  wit', 
her,  and  I  do  want  it  to  be  a  good  Christmas. 


How  is  Margaret?  I've  seen  a  good  man 
ministers'  daughters  come  and  go  in  Wine 
over,  but  Margaret's  the  best  of  the  lot !  I'\ 
had  kind  of  an  eye  on  her  for  Micah,  but 
guess  you  can't  manage  such  things,  not 
this  country,  anyway.  Micah's  taken  up  wil 
some  artist  right  now — divorced  and  prett 
wise,  from  all  I  hear.  She's  bad  for  him,  b 
I  den't  say  so.  What  I  think  is:  if  he  hasn 
inherited  enor  )\  common  sense  to  work  o 
his  own  salvation,  it's  just  too  bad  for  hi 
and  us  too.  You  can't  give  injections  of  co: 
mon  sense,  worse  luck."  She  laughed  a 
went  out  and  down  the  walk. 

But  her  face  was  sober  enough  as  she  rm 
her  way  home.  How  strange  it  was  that  tl 
had  been  able  to  sit  there  talking  of  fruitc 
and  their  children,  with  last  night  betwi 
them!  Why  was  it  that  things  never  | 

  said,  never?  How  couk 

be,  when  things  were 
clear  in  mind  and  hej 
that  reality  never  beca 
articulate?  Twenty-seJ 
years  she  had  lived  wl 
■MHI  Haniel.  and  never  oncel 
she  put  into  words  for  1 
how  deep  was  her  love  for  him,  how  p 
foundly  she  wanted  his  happiness  and  und 
stood  his  despairs.  Incredible ! 

Haniel's  car  stood  in  the  driveway  and 
walked  past  it  toward  the  garden.  As  she  ca 
even  with  it,  she  saw  something  gleaming! 
the  back  seat  and  paused.  A  copper  kettle 
on  the  back  seat,  unwrapped.  She  knew  ill 
well  to  whom  the  kettle  belonged.  "But am 
you  afraid  of  poisoning?"  she  heard  1^ 
Pettigrew  say  to  old  Mrs.  Jessup.  "Hear 
no!  I've  used  a  copper  teakettle  and  copper  a 
ing  pans  all  my  life!"  old  Mrs.  Jessup  s 
"Never  hurt  me  yet.  Mr.  Lewis  keeps  ther.t 
order  for  me."  So  she  looked  now  at  the  kt ! 
and  knew  Mr.  Lewis  was  dead  and  thatsr* 
one  else,  perhaps  in  Brumley,  was  goin  I 
fix  it  for  Medora.  But  it  was  the  homeli  I 


th,  but  doubt 
you  an  educa- 
—  WILSON  MIZNER. 


of  the  task  undertaken  by  Haniel  that  ru! 
against  her  heart.  As  if  he  were  marri( 
her. 

Haniel  came  hurrying  down  the  backs 
"Got  to  run  over  to  the  hospital,"  he  l 
"Anything  you  want  over  there? 

"No." 

She  walked  on  to  the  garden,  stood  t;  ( 
in  again  the  extent  of  the  frost's  danl 
Might  as  well  pull  the  zinnias  out,  she  thoij 
and  proceeded  to  do  so.  The  blackened 
made  a  small  pile  by  the  border.  She  p  i 
a  few  bronze  and  white  chrysanthemun  ' 
the  office  and  was  still  bending  to  that! 
when  someone  gave  her  a  hearty  what* 
her  broad  rear.  She  hadn't  even  heard)* 
coming. 

She  loved  Micah  greatly,  but  for  an  in/ 
she  felt  dismay,  felt  unprepared  for  him! 

"  Well,  well ! "  she  said  inadequately.  '  ■ 
are  you  doing  here?" 

He  grinned  at  her.  He  looked  keyi* 
"Don't  know.  Don't  know  exactly, 
here,  haven't  I  told  you  again  and  agai| 
to  mix  these?"  He  took  the  chrysantheij 
from  her  hands  and  began  to  sort  therl 

"Can't  all  be  artists,"  she  said  with  f 
natured  tartness.  "You  can  (ix  them 
kitchen.  ...  I  suppose  I'd  better  goil 
make  that  pumpkin  pie  I  was  evading 

"A  very  sound  idea." 

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'tfie,  besT-jfcked,  peaches 
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—~the  brand  that 
ptds -flavor -first 


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They  walked  across  the  grass  and  up  the 
back  steps  into  the  kitchen. 
"Where's  dad?" 

"He's  gone  over  to  Brumley  to  the  hos- 
pital. .  .  .  Put  those  in  water,  will  you?" 

He  stood  by  the  sink,  arranging  the  flowers, 
and  she  retracted,  taking  out  the  flour  can, 
the  brown  sugar,  the  spices,  the  eggs  and  milk, 
her  wish  that  he  had  not  come  today.  Even  if 
she  didn't  love  him,  she  thought  she  would 
like  having  him  around,  just  for  decoration. 
Everything  he  wore,  his  every  gesture  pleased 
the  senses  so. 

"Very  melancholy  moment,  gathering  the 
last  flowers,"  he  said. 

"I  guess  you  can  always  find  a  reason  if 
you're  the  melancholy  kind." 

"Oh,  you're  not  going  to  indulge  me?"  He 
grinned  at  her  and  stuck  one  long  finger  into 
the  pie  filling,  licked  it  off  slowly. 

"Not  today.  .  .  .  Who's  that?"  For  there 
was  the  unmistakable  sound  of  footsteps 
overhead. 

For  an  instant  he  looked  down  at  the  pie- 
crust, and  she  suddenly  saw  him  as  a  small 
boy  again.  He  looked  up  now,  straight  at  her. 

"That's  my  woman,  Nell,"  he  said.  "I  put 
her  in  the  back  bedroom  because  I  wanted 
the  front  one  for  a  change." 

"Nell  Peel,"  she  said. 

"No  less.  She  would  come." 

"For  what  purpose?" 

"Ah,  what,  indeed?  I  think  she's  after  me." 

"You  are  a  very  modest  boy  Will  I  like 

her?  Do  you  want  me  to  like  her?" 

"She's  attractive — in  a  negative  sort  of 
way.  Did  you  tell  dad?" 

"  No.  Not  yet.  I  didn't  expect  you  so  soon." 
He  stood  up,  and  for  a  moment,  though  he 
was  more  slender,  he  looked  incredibly  like 
Haniel.  "Things  came  up — there's  been  no 
chance  to  tell  him.  .  .  .  You  don't  like  this 
Nell  Peel?" 

He  gave  her  a  brief  stare.  "Like  her?  No. 
No,  I  don't  like  her,"  he  said  almost  coldly. 
"Think  I'll  take  a  walk.  If  Nell  comes  down, 
tell  her  to  restrain  herself." 

For  a  moment  she  felt  no  comfort  in  the 
knowledge  that  he  was  entrusting  her  with 
his  whole  relationship  with  this  Nell  Peel. 
She  felt  only  anger,  a  sense  of  inadequacy. 
She  began  to  roll  an  extra  crust  with  great 
firm  strokes. 

She  heard  steps  on  the  stairs.  She  slapped 
the  crust  on  the  tin,  made  quick  marks  with 
a  fork  about  the  rim.  Steps  came  toward  the 
kitchen.  The  doctor's  wife  bent  her  bulky 
body  to  the  oven,  pushed  back  the  roaster 
with  its  roast  of  pork  whose  smell  of  sage 
mingled  with  the  smell  of  cinnamon  and  all- 
spice, slid  the  crust  in,  raised  herself  to  meet 
the  gaze  of  this  woman  who  was  a  thorn  in 
Micah.  She  felt  a  small,  confused  shock. 

This  was  no  unformed  college  girl,  like  Mar- 
garet Gray,  this  woman  who  stood  in  the 
kitchen  doorway.  She  was  ugly,  except  for 
her  hazel  eyes,  with  her  dark  hair  pulled  up 
to  a  fashionable  topknot  and  making  her  ar- 
rogant beyond  belief.  But  it  wasn't  her  ug- 
liness or  her  age  that  constituted  the  shock. 
It  was  the  will  that  stood  starkly  in  the  hazel 
eyes,  the  firm  chin,  the  long  Etruscan  nose. 
Before  Nell  Peel  even  spoke,  the  doctor's  wife 
made  a  vow:  She  shall  not  have  him! 

"Hello,"  the  stranger  said.  "Aren't  any  of 
the  family  about?  I'm  Mrs.  Peel." 

"Oh?"  Nan  Broome  said.  "Did  you  want 
to  see  the  doctor?" 

"I  wouldn't  mind.  Is  he  home?" 

"  Not  at  the  moment.  I  le's  out  paying  calls. 
I'm  Mrs.  Broome." 

"I'm  so  sorry,"  Nell  Peel  said.  "Micah 
didn't  tell  you  I  was  here?  It  would  be  so  like 
him  not  to.  Perhaps  you  didn't  even  know  I 
existed.  But  he  did  say  I  could  be  sure  you 
would  make  me  welcome.  You  don't  welcome 
me  at  all,  do  you?" 

"Any  friend  of  Micah's  is  welcome." 

"  Micah  and  I  aren't  friends,  Mrs.  Broome." 
She  walked  over  and  sat  on  the  high  stixil. 

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flour  and  little  scraps  of  dough  from  the  table. 
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Nell  Fed  put  her  ellx>w  on  the  table  as  if 
she  hadn't  heard  the  warning.  "  You  have  the 
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.  "I  must  do  your  portrait.  Micah  will 
pou  I'm  not  good  enough,  but  I  am." 
his  is  a  battle  to  the  dedkh,  the  doctor's  wife 
ight.  "You  could  be  Rembrandt,  but  I 
ldn't  let  you  do  my  portrait,"  she  said. 
;  needn't  sit  out  here." 
[  like  to,"  Nell  Peel  said,  not  moving.  "  I 
t  pretend  to  be  Rembrandt,  but  I  shall 
t  you ! " 

[f  it's  all  the  same  to  you,  Mrs.  Peel,  let's 
irgue  about  it.  I  am  going  into  the  living 
i  now.  Would  you  like  to  come?" 
le  picked  up  the  bowl  of  chrysanthe- 
is,  carried  it  out  of  the  kitchen  and 
ird  the  living  room.  She  set  the  bowl  down 
le  piecrust  table. 

ie  woman  went  over  to  the  wide  window, 
down  on  the  sill.  She  was  all  angles,  a 
y  in  angles.  "Odd,  that  Micah  comes 
i  this  house,"  she  said. 
}dd?  Well,  this  is  where  he  comes  from,' 
,  Peel,  whether  he  shows  it  or  not."  The 
or's  wife  was  ashamed  of  her  rudeness, 
said  in  some  confusion,  "I  must  look  at 
jiecrust." 

hen  she  came  back,  she  saw  that  the  bowl 
rysanthemums  had  been  moved  a  little, 
enough  so  that  the  whiteness  stood  out 
ist  the  dark  stones  of  the  fireplace.  But 
Peel  was  sitting 


le  she  had  left  her, 
jie  sill,  one  green- 
mee  pulled  up  to 
lasp  of  her  arms, 
ou  don't  have  to 
me  so  hard." 
doctor's  wife 
no  words  for 
?r.  You  have  no 
o  attack  like  this, 
had  no  right  to 
the  bowl,  she 
ht.She  sat  down 
of  her  big  body, 
■e  you  angry  be- 
I  mistook  you 
ie  cook?"  Nell 
aid. 


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71)  mem 


Hy  I i  in <-  i'obern  Beyer 

What  patience  filled  the  cosmic 
mind 

That  made  all  things,  both  great 
and  small, 
That  reared  the  mountains,  and 
designed 
The  rock  snail's  tiny  Taj  Mahal. 


am 


onsense !  I 
lok." 

Inen  you  don't 
C  me  to  have 
It.  Well,  that  I 
l|  nothing  about, 
■Broome.  I  will 
Miim,  you  know, 
iti  would  be  much 
sapter  all  around 

||  liked  me.  I  like  you  very  much." 
T  doctor's  wife  thought,  This  is  a  really 
Mnt,  fantastic  conversation.  "Do  you  al- 
liiave  everything  you  will  to  have?" 
Hi,  almost  always." 

■Till,  I  wouldn't  be  too  sure  about  Micah, 
lire  you.  Micah  is  a  wary  one." 
Ijiat  a  nice  phrase — 'a  wary  one' !  I  like 
h'  you  speak !  ...  He  is  a  wary  one,  in- 
pBut  not  wary  enough  for  me,  Mrs. 
He.  .  .  .  You  know,  in  spite  of  our  bad 
irl  think  we  are  going  to  be  good  friends. " 
m  i  great  relief,  Nan  Broome  heard  Micah 
iri!  through  the  kitchen.  His  glance,  sar- 
iu  ke  his  father's,  took  them  in  from  the 

HI.  you're  acquainted,"  he  said. 
fM're  laying  the  groundwork,"  Nell  Peel 
H vth  some  sharpness.  "She  doesn't  like 
Hjpi  yet — but  I'll  grow  on  her." 
'Tjn't  be  too  sure,"  Micah  said.  "Moth- 
9  it  so  good-natured  as  she  looks — and 
■Bllible  at  all.  Are  you,  darling?" 
HI.  I'm  not.  And  I  must  look  at  my  pie." 
■Blurned  the  pie  around  in  the  oven,  then 
Wtill  by  the  stove.  She  had  again  that 
Wice  to  face  the  meeting  of  Micah  and 
•rajer,  the  breaking  of  the  news  about  the 
■*M  job,  this  presence  of  Nell  Peel  in  her 
tMSAe  doesn't  want  him.  She  just  wants 
mAway,  she  thought.  Well,  she  can't  have 
.*Mt  again  the  strength  for  battle  seemed 
thi  to  die  away  in  her. 

*nJl  came  at  ten  after  one.  He  came  into 
'  kijhen,  had  a  quick  wash  at  the  kitchen 

rything's  ready,"  his  wife  said. 
Pfc's  in  the  other  room?" 
Mah— and  a  friend  of  his." 


What  beauty  filled  the  cosmic  heart 
That  loosed  the  sea,  the  wind 
that  blows, 
Yet  planned  with  sure  and  flawless 
art 

The  architecture  of  the  rose! 


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"Micah?  What's  he  doing  here?  . .  .  Male 
or  female?" 
"Female." 

Haniel  gave  a  grunt.  "Well,  let's  eat,"  he 
said.  "I'm  late." 

The  doctor's  wife  put  the  dinner  on,  called 
Micah  and  Nell  Peel  to  come.  She  did  not 
wait  for  Micah  to  introduce  Nell  Peel.  "This 
is  Doctor  Broome,  Mrs.  Peel,"  she  said. 

Haniel  gave  her  a  quick  rude  look  from  un- 
der his  shaggy  brows,  obviously  did  not  like 
what  he  saw,  said,  "How  d'you  do?  "  abruptly. 
"Hello,  Micah.  .  .  .  Your  husband's  not  with 
you,  Mrs.  Peel?" 

It  was  Micah  who  laughed.  "No,  he's  not, 
dad.  The  Peels  are  incompatible  and  don't 
live  together  any  more." 

Again  that  harsh,  inimical  glance.  "Incom- 
patible—a disgusting  word ! "  Haniel  said,  be- 
ginning at  once  to  carve  the  roast.  "No  two 
people  are  compatible,  unless  they  work  at  it." 
"Oh?"  Nell  Peel  said  coldly. 
"Speaking  generally,  of  course,"  he  said. 
"Of  course.  You  couldn't  possibly  know 
anything  about  me,  could  you?" 

/  must  stop  this,  the  doctor's  wife  thought. 
Haniel  heaped  a  plate  and  said,  never  paus- 
ing in  his  task,  "I'm  a  doctor,  Mrs.  Peel.  I 
have  as  much  percep- 
tion as  most  doctors." 

Nell  Peel  looked 
down  at  her  plate ,  t  hen 
looked  up  directly  at 
the  doctor's  wife  with 
a  small  smile,  direct, 
full  of  a  secret  shared, 
a  smile  that  said  they 
were  confederates. 

Nell  Peel  put  her  el- 
bow on  the  table. 
"You  know,  it's  al- 
ways been  a  puzzle  to 
me — why  doctors  al- 
ways seem  to  feel  it's 
a  virtue  to  be  rude." 

Haniel  passed  a 
plate,  began  filling  an- 
other. Nan  Broome 
saw  the  blue  veins  in 
his  wide  temple 
darken.  Still,  she 
could  not  interfere. 

"Don't  let  it  puzzle 
you  any  longer,  Mrs. 
Peel.  I'll  have  about 
twenty  people  to  see 
in  a  few  minutes.  I 
don't  have  time  to  be  polite  or  subtle.  But 
I  must  admit  I  don't  have  much  patience 
with  you  people  who  want  to  have  your  cake 
and  eat  it  too.  Your  husband  may  be  a  dip- 
somaniac or  a  murderer  for  all  I  know,  but  I 
doubt  it.  I  imagine  you  just  got  bored.  Bore- 
dom seems  a  disease  of  this  generation." 
"Haniel!"  Nan  Broome  said. 
"Dad's  implying,  in  case  you  didn't  get  it," 
Micah  said,  and  Nan  Broome  saw  that  the 
veins  across  his  temple  were  exactly  like  those 
on  the  doctor's  forehead,  though  his  voice 
was  almost  gay,  "that  it  annoys  him  to  have 
me  play  around  with  a  gay  divorcee.  He  hasn't 
anything  against  you,  darling.  He's  just  an- 
noyed." 

Nell  Peel  did  not  laugh.  She  said  only,"  I'd 
never  have  suspected  it."  in  a  dry  voice. 

"  Micah  is  a  case  in  poin  t,  Mrs.  Peel.  Thinks 
he'd  like  to  be  a  doctor.  Bored  by  it.  Ditches 
all  his  training.  Thinks  he'd  like  a  bookstore. 
Bored  by  it.  Dabbles  in  art.  Bored  by  that." 

Micah  put  down  his  fork,  leaned  back  in 
his  chair.  "You'll  be  happy  to  know  I  have  a 
job,  starting  next  week,"  he  said. 

The  doctor  showed  only  by  putting  an  ex- 
tra spoonful  of  sugar  in  his  coffee  that  he  had 
received  a  blow.  "Oh?  Where?"  he  asked. 

"In  the  Fine  Arts  Museum  in  Boston.  A 
minor  job,  but  a  job." 

"Good  heavens!"  Haniel  said. 

When  he  gets  old,  the  doctor's  wife  thought, 
he  will  still  have  a  very  noble  head.  He  will  be 
calmer  because  he  ivill  have  taken  all  the  hurts 
there  are  by  then. 

"Boston,  eh?"  he  said  abruptly. 

"Yes,  Boston,"  Micah  answered.  "  I  don't 
expect  I'll  stay  there  forever.  It's  my  ap- 
prenticeship." 

(Continued  on  Page  86) 


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cane  sugar.  This  blend  gives  you,  at 
moderate  cost,  real  maple  sugar  flavor 
that  is  uniformly  rich  and  delicious. 

Enjoy  Vermont  Maid  Syrup  today. 
Your  grocer  now  carries  it  in  attractive 
glass  jugs,  ready  for  your  table. 

Penick  &  Ford,  Ltd.,  Inc.,  Burlington,  Vt. 


Made  by  the  makers  of  My-T-Fine  Desserts  and  Brer  Rabbit  Molasses 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


February, 


CAN'T  STOP  SINGING  THE  PRAISES  of  REALEMON  since  I  started  drinking 
two  tablespoons  in  a  glass  of  water  every  morning.  A  glass 
of  lemon  juice  and  water  is  such  a  refreshing  way  to  start 
the  day  .  .  .  and  with  REALEMON  handy  I  find  it's  the 
simplest  thing  in  the  world  to  enjoy  this  early  morning 
"wake-me-up"  !  Why,  all  I  have  to  do  is  open  my  bottle  of 
REALEMON  Brand  Lemon  Juice  and  measure  out  two 
tablespoons  into  a  glass  of  water.  I  skip  all  the  work,  fuss 
and  bother  of  cutting  and  squeezing  ...  in  just  a  few  seconds  I  have  a  zesty, 
tangy  wake-up  drink  that's  the  most  pleasant  way  I  know  of  to  get  my  day  off 
to  a  fine  beginning !  Start  the  day  the  REALEMON  way  at  your  house  tomor- 
row. See  if  your  whole  family  doesn't  feel  better  with  this  refreshing  habit. 
You'll  be  delighted  with  the  ease,  convenience  and  economy  of  REALEMON 
for  your  first-thing-in-the-morning  lemon  juice  and  water.  In  fact,  you'll  be 
delighted  with  REALEMON  for  every  use  of  lemon  juice  .  .  .  lemonades,  salad 
dressings,  sauces,  cakes,  pies  and  puddings.  Do  try  it  .  .  .  soon. 

REFRESHER  REDUCING  DIET  PLAN  ...  you  may  grow  beautifully  slender  while 
you  enjoy  delicious  low-calorie  salads,  main  dishes  and 
desserts!  •  Just  write  me  for  your  FREE  copy  of  this  32- 
page  KNOX  Booklet  with  56  "thinning"  recipes,  menus, 
scientific  calorie  and  food  value  charts,  plus  dietary  direc- 
tions. .  .  .  Address  Nancy  Sasser,  271  Madison  Ave.,  New 
York  16,  N.  Y.  •  Part  of  the  Refresher  Diet  is  the  use  of 
KNOX,  the  real  unflavored  Gelatine,  drunk  in  water  or  fruit  juice  and  eaten  as 
an  ingredient  in  all  the  recipes  .  .  .  for,  unlike  factory-flavored  gelatin  powders, 
with  their  high  sugar  and  acid  content,  KNOX  provides  valuable  protein  with 
NO  extra  calories.  Send  AT  ONCE  for  your  FREE  Refresher  Reducing  Diet 
Book  .  .  .  and  start  now  on  the  KNOX  Gelatine  Drink: 

Empty  1  envelope  KNOX  Gelatine  in  glass  J  2  full  of  water,  fruit  juice  or  milk,  not 
iced.  Let  liquid  absorb  gelatine.  Stir  briskly  and  drink  quickly.  If  it  thickens,  add 
more  liquid  and  stir  again. 

HERE'S  A  PREVUE  of  a  major  coming  attraction  .  .  .  the  wonderful,  new,  1950 
GENERAL  ELECTRIC  Triple-Whip  Mixer.  It  won't 
be  out  'til  next  month  .  .  .  but  I've  just  come  from  a 
"private  showing"  at  the  G-E  plant  in  Bridgeport  and 
can't  wait  to  tell  you  about  it.  So  here's  a  quick  glimpse 
of  the  wonder  in  store  for  you  ...  a  mixer  so  marvelous 
that  even  last  year's  G-E  Triple-Whip  Mixer  is  put  to 
shame.  There're  2  brand-new,  exclusive  features  that  par- 
ticularly caught  my  fancy  .  .  .  and  they  will  yours,  too.  First,  the  brand-new 
Juicer  that  automatically  strains  the  juice  out  from  the  pulp  ...  so  that  it  can't 
clog.  Second,  a  new  Speed  Selector  with  12  speeds  to  choose  from  and  lots  of 
power  in  each.  .  .  .  There  are  many  other  features  like  the  built-in  light,  large 
mixing  bowls  and  3  easy-to-clean  beaters  that  I  can't  begin  to  do  justice  to  .  .  . 
only  seeing  is  believing.  So  watch  for  the  G-E  4-color  Mixer  ad  next  month 
...  in  the  March  Ladies'  Home  Journal  and  other  magazines. 


and  that's  just  what  your 


HERE'S  A  VALENTINE  that's  pretty  enough  to  eat  .  . 
Mr.  Romeo  will  do  when  you  place  it  before  him 
on  February  14th! 

Open  a  well-chilled  can  of  LIBBY'S  Fruit  Cocktail 
and  drain.  Pile  the  assorted  fruits  into  individual 
pastry  shells.  Top  with  whipped  cream. 
Result  is  a  bright-colored  "fruit  festival"  that's 
right  in  tune  with  Valentine's  Day  ...  for  LIBBY  has  cut  these  shining  fruit 
jewels  in  just-right  proportions  from  the  same  high  quality  and  hand-picked 
whole  fruits  which  they  pack  individually.  And  what  variety  .  .  .  sun-ripened 
peaches,  lush,  juicy  pears,  tart-sweet  pineapple,  delicate  green  grapes  and 
bright-red  maraschino-style  cherries!  There  are  endless  ways  to  use  this 
"de  luxe"  of  all  fruit  cocktails  ...  as  a  tempting  appetizer,  in  salads,  in  gelatine 
dishes,  for  ice  cream  "topping"  and  for  many  other  dessert  courses.  LIBBY'S 
Peaches  and  Pears  belong  on  your  pantry  shelf  .  .  .  just  ask  your  Grocer! 

,.  It's  the  modern  "demon"!  That's  why  I'm  constantly  looking  for 
ways  to  help  you  trim  down  your  High  Cost  of  Living, 
and  here's  one  sure  way  .  .  .  switch  to  INSTANT 
POSTUM!  POSTUM  actually  costs  you  less  than  half 
as  much  per  cup  as  coffee  and  most  other  mealtime 
drinks.  1  hat's  not  the  only  advantage.  .  .  .  This  delicious 
POS1  UM,  with  its  hearty,  grain-rich  flavor,  is  K»)'/o 
cajjein-frer  ...  a  fact  which  may  mean  a  lot  for  the  health 
and  happiness  of  your  whole  family.  You  sec,  both  coffee  and  tea  contain 
caffein.  While  many  people  can  handle  il  all  right,  others  are  caj/ein-sustefjlibles. 
They  suffer  nervousness,  indigestion,  sleepless  nights.  But  POSTUM  contains 
nor  affein  it  tan  t possibly  harm  anyone!  So  now  I've  given  you  Iwogood  Masons  - 
hralth  and  nonorny  for  swin  hing  to  INS' I  A.VI  POS'I  I  M  iit'ht  mm  !  You'll  find 
it  packed  in  a  handy,  glass  jar  .  .  .  in  your  Grocer's  "instant  beverage"  section  ! 


m 


HE  February  calendar  is  an  open  invitation 
to  party  lovers  .  .  .  with  Lincoln's  and  Washing- 
ton's  Birthdays  and  Valentine's  Day  giving  us 
special  reasons  for  festive  and  colorful  entertain- 
ing. On  February  12th  "cue"  your  menu  for  a 
hearty  buffet  supper  to  Honest  Abe's  rustic 
background  .  .  .  with  Chicken  Pot  Luck  and 
Dumplings,  Asparagus  on  toast  that's  cut  like 
Stovepipe  Hats,  Sweet  'Tato  Pudding,  and  Ice 
Cream  that's  fenced  by  Chocolate  Logs. 


MADC  OF 

STYRON 


YOU  ALREADY  KNOW  this  label  ...  for 
you,  as  well  as  I, 
have  seen  it  on  eye- 
catching and  serv- 
iceable plastics 
housewares  and  toys.  But  I've  just  dis- 
covered all  that  "Made  of  Styron" 
means.  To  put  it  briefly,  this  label  gives 
you  many  "promises"  ...  for  before 
it's  granted  to  any  finished  product, 
that  product  must  have  met  the  high 
standards  of  the  Product  Evaluation 
Committee  set  up  by  The  Dow  Chemi- 
cal Company.  They  are  the  makers  of 
STYRON  plastic  .  .  .  and  they  are  de- 
termined that  products  bearing  the 
"Made  of  Styron"  label  must  excel  on 
points  of  basic  design,  correct  applica- 
tion of  Styron,  molding  techniques  and 
resistance  to  service  hazards.  That's 
why  you  can  have  complete  confidence 
in  both  housewares  and  toys  that  carry 
this  label .  .  .  for  they've  undergone  the 
most  exacting  evaluation.  So  remem- 
ber the  facts  behind  the  STYRON 
label ...  let  it  be  your  hallmark  for  the 
best  in  plastics  housewares  and  toys ! 


DON'T  JUST  FRET  when  you  see  your 

prfi\  Grocei7  Bil1  •  •  •  here's 
a  FREE  booklet  that 
can  work  simply  won- 
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budget!  Truly,  it's 
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money-saving,  dollar- 
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from  this  40-page  guide  .  .  .  tells  you 
what  to  buy,  how  to  plan  your  market- 
order  .  .  .  gives  you  thrifty  tips  on  how 
to  know  your  groceries.  Also  practical 
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I  LOVE  OLD  TH INGS  . . .  old  friends,  old  books,  old  tunes  and  old  manners.  But  I  d 
like  the  newest  beauty  secrets  ...  so  let  me  tip  you  off  to  my 
latest  discovery.  It's  CO-ETS  .  .  .  for  these  caressably  soft, 
amazingly  absorbent  little  fluted  cotton  squares  answer  endless 
glamour  needs  to  perfection.  In  fact,  a  CO-ET  is  your  best  bet 
for  applying  powder,  rouge,  astringents,  home  permanent  wave 
lotions,  liquid  deodorants,  cuticle  softeners  and  make-up  foun-  J0/ff  fi^~ 
dations  ...  as  well  as  for  removing  nail  polish,  eye  shadow  and  *  \  Hi    ^  / 
excess  cold  cream.  And  in  the  course  of  your  beauty  "chores" 
don't  overlook  your  elbows  .  .  .  try  this  "treatment"  to  keep  them  soft  and  whit 
Saturate  two  CO-ETS  with  lemon  juice  or  a  mild  bleach.  Fasten  one  to  each  elbo 
for  a  short  time  while  you're  reading  or  resting. 

Best  of  all,  CO-ETS  are  so  economical  you  can  afford  to  use  them  lavishly 
29^  for  the  large  economy  package  with  80  absorbent  fluted  cotton  squares. 


"A  BORN  BEAUTY"  is  an  out-moded 
phrase  .  .  .  for  today 
every  daughter  of  Eve 
is  heir  to  a  wealth  of 
beauty  secrets  that  can 
even  rival  Mother  Na- 
ture! At  the  very  top 
of  the  list  stands  TON  I 
'Home  Permanent  .  .  . 
because  it's  the  wave  that  gives  that 
natural  look.  But  that's  not  all  .  .  .  your 
TON  I  wave  J  eels  and  behaves  like  natu- 
rally curly  hair.  Why  is  this?  Because 
TONI  Creme  Lotion  is  so  remarkably 
different  .  .  .  has  an  exclusive  gentle- 
action  formula  which  was  developed 
by  TONI.  the  world  leader  in  hair  re- 
search, and  only  TONI  has  it.  But  let 
the  results  speak  for  themselves  .  .  . 
'J 'ON I  is  the  one  permanent  that  has 
given  more  than  67  million  lovely, 
long-lasting  waves.  And  once  you  try 
it,  I  know  you'll  agree  it's  the  only 
permanent  for  you.  The  TONI  Refill 
is  just  81  .  .  .  plus  SPIN  Curlers  only 
$2.29.  Ask  today! 


MY  WOMAN'S  INTUITION  tells  me  this . 

CAVALIER  is  ma 
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King-Size  cigarc 
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promising  you  an« 
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CAVALIERS  arc  wild. .  .extremely  mi 
Your  first  puff  will  tell  you  that . .  .a 
as  you  go  on  smoking  them,  your  ta 
will  cheer  their  rich,  mellow  (lav 
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taste  so  good?  'I  hat's  easily  explaini 
CAVALIERS  are  a  special  and  ex(j 
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baccos  of  the  original  Colonial  t\ 
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VOrftll  mildness,  you'll  like  the  lonjl 
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LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


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by  Nancy  Sasser 


AN  ADVERTISING  PAGE 


IOUGH  February  14th  there's  no  end  to  the  Valentine  inspirations 
d  whispers  .  .  .  Beet  Soup  or  Fruit  Cocktail  with  Canapes  shaped 
iny  hearts,  Shrimp  Cocktail  richly  laced  with  red  pimiento,  a  big  red 
of  Vegetable  and  Tomato  Aspic,  and  individual  Fruit  Tarts  topped 
.Bow  and  Arrow  made  of  candied  lemon  peel.  The  fabled  cherry  tree 
„iatchet  of  truthful  George  suggest  the  menu  for  February  22nd.  Per- 
\a  clear  Bouillon  with  hatchet-shaped  croutons,  thinly  sliced  Virginia 
I  and  Beaten  Biscuits,  an  Oyster  Casserole,  Waldorf  Salad,  latticed 
ry  Pie  or  a  big  White  Cake  decorated  with  the  stars  and  stripes.  Now 
lBUY-LINES"  suggested  for  this  month  .  .  . 


!  WALKING  ON 


AIR  .  .  .  that's  the 
delightful  sensa- 
tion in  store  for 
you  the  moment 
you  slip  a  pair 


^■gsiJr  of  Dr.  Scholl's 
|PILL0  INSOLES  into  your 
t\  They're  truly  a  "miracle"  .  .  . 
t.sing  you  the  greatest  foot  relief 
talking  ease  imaginable.  And  it's 
f )  understand  why  .  .  .  for  they're 
a  of  Latex  Foam  (actually  90% 
t  nd  are  insulating,  air-ventilated 
r  ashions"  that  pillow  your  feet 
I  toe  to  heel  in  soft,  pillowy, 
like  ease.  You'll  find  that  Dr. 
I's  AIR-PILLO  INSOLES  in- 
ti  relieve  painful  callouses,  sore 
f  tenderness  and  lessen  that  hot, 
k  burning  feeling  so  familiar  to  us 
l|ey  come  in  all  sizes  and  colors . . . 
k|te  for  men,  and  in  white,  red, 
p  brown,  gray  and  green  to 
finize  with  women's  open-toe  and 
fclieel  dress,  sport  and  casual  shoes. 
6  »st?  Only  60^  a  pair  ...  at  Drug, 
a.tment,  Shoe  and  5-1 00  Stores. 


LET  ME  SEND  YOU  an  illustrated  fur- 
niture pamphlet  to 
make  a  long-denied 
wish  come  true  ...  a 
beautiful,  old-timey 
mahogany  Canopy  Bed 
especially  scaled  to  fit 
into  smaller  modern 
rooms !  if  Just  write  Nancy  Sasser,  271 
Madison  Ave.,  New  York  16,  N.  Y. 
for  your  FREE  copy,  if  It  tells  how 
the  famous  original  bedroom  at  Hope 
Farm,  Miss.,  admired  by  thousands  of 
visitors  during  the  Natchez  Spring 
Pilgrimages,  inspired  Cavalier  Corpo- 
ration to  design  these  new  NATCHEZ 
BEDROOM  groupings  .  .  .  especially 
for  today's  homes  at  moderate  prices ! 
Open  stock  pieces  retain  the  grace  and 
dignity  of  the  original  .  .  .  but  my 
special  "love"  is  the  tester  bed,  a 
masterpiece  of  heirloom-type  beauty 
and  modern  practicality !  The  molded 
canopy  is  perfect  even  in  a  low-ceiling 
room  .  .  .  and  a  simple  ruffle  and 
matching  dust  skirt  are  available.  But 
write  for  FREE  pamphlet  and  see! 


Ol  BY  ANY  OTHER  NAME  might  smell  as  sweet .  .  .  but  there's  only  one  name 
liribe  the  best  in  fig  cakes  ...  FIG  NEWTONS  CAKES! 
me  been  beloved  for  generations  .  .  .  and  one  bite  will  i,!*3%~>~Ti', x  / 
Ru  why  .  .  .  for  this  tender,  golden  cake  has  a  delicious  \a|r  ^-j  .'  C/b  - 
|  jentiful  fig  jam  filling.  Your  taste  will  tell  you  instantly 
Ijriis  is  the  world's  finest  fig  jam  wrapped  in  cake.  So 
1FIG  NEWTONS  CAKES  often  .  .  .  with  dessert,  as  well 
Kbetween  meal  nihbling.  And  speaking  of  desserts,  one 
m  favorites  is  Cherry  Vanilla  Ice  Cream  .  .  .  "convoyed"  by  a  plateful  of 
BjEWTONS  CAKES.  Just  be  sure  to  look  for  the  big  red  NABISCO  SEAL 
tli  package  before  you  buy  ...  for  though  there  are  lots  of  fig  cakes,  this  seal 
Bes  the  one  and  only  FIG  NEWTONS  CAKES! 


D  ARE  LIKE  PEOPLE  ...  they*eldom 
sing  their  best 
unless  they're 
happy  and 
healthy.  This  is 
especially  true 
of  a  canary  .  .  . 
because  a  com- 
B vet  is  the  first  essential  for  a 
fcijul  "songster".  By  a  complete 
t>|  don't  mean  an  ordinary  mix- 
¥  I  a  few  common  seeds  .  .  .  but 
ested  ingredients  in  FRENCH'S 
eed  and  Biscuit.  I  don't  think 
farfetched  to  say  that  a  package 
ENCH'S  is  almost  a  canary's 
box"  ...  for  this  appetizing 
lation  and  merry  variety  brings 
sweetest  songs.  Actually,  the 
I  it  notes  are  in  the  Biscuit  (which 
itais  elements  he  would  seek  in 
u^)  .  .  .  and  there's  one  in  every 
e.  FRENCH'S  has  been  fa- 
«(->y  generations  of  canary  own- 
ive  your  canary  FRENCH'S 
i  'ed  and  Biscuit  for  just  10  days 
if  you  aren't  rewarded  with  a 
healthier  canary. 


THE  SOONER  THE  BETTER  certainly  ap- 
plies to  the  proper 
care  of  children's 
teeth!  And  the  ear- 
lier you  start  your 
youngsters  on  using 
IODENT  No.  1- 
plus-A  Toothpaste, 
the  better  their  teeth  will  develop  .  .  . 
because  it's  in  a  child's  early  years  that 
the  fight  against  decay  should  begin. 
And  IODENT  No.  1-plus-A  contains 
Ammonium  Compounds  which  fight 
decay  through  their  killing  action 
against  the  germs  which  science  be- 
lieves cause  tooth  decay.  IODENT 
No.  1-plus-A  is  the  only  dentifrice  made 
especially  for  children's  teeth  ...  yet  it 
has  all  the  superior  brightening  quali- 
ties of  the  Regular  IODENTS  ...  and 
a  special  new  flavor  children  will  love. 
So  it's  IODENT  No.  1-plus-A  for  the 
"small  fry"  and  all  others  with  easy- 
to-bryten  teeth  ...  but  IODENT  No. 
2-plus-A  for  smokers,  for  it  helps  re- 
move ugly  smoke  tar  deposits  on  hard- 
to-bryten  teeth.  Cost  no  more  than  the 
Regular  IODENTS. 


STANDING  IN  LINE  at  a  meat  counter  is  a  headache  to  most  women  shoppers. 

So  I  was  delighted  the  other  day  by  a  new  and  wonderful 
experience  in  a  store  that  sold  meats  the  self-service  way! 
They  were  all  pre-wrapped  in  protective  DC  PONT 
CELLOPHANE,  trimmed,  weighed,  priced  and  displayed 
in  open,  refrigerated  cases.  Imagine!  No  waiting  at  all.  I 
just  picked  what  I  wanted  from  the  large  selection  of  fresh 
meats  and  cold  cuts  .  .  .  reassured  that  CELLOPHANE 
provides  a  shield  against  dirt,  dust,  germs  and  contamination  from  handling. 
Since  I  could  see  so  many  different  meats  that  were  fresh  and  inviting.  I 
got  enough  menu  ideas  to  last  me  the  rest  of  the  week  .  .  .  yet  I  finished  all 
my  shopping  in  "no  time".  I  know  you'll  be  pleased,  too,  at  how  much 
quicker  and  easier  it  is  to  shop  for  self-service  meats  ...  so  if  stores  in  your 
community  already  have  this  new  way  to  buy  meats — or  are  planning  it 
soon — do  try  it! 

BEGIN  THE  DAY  feeling  good  .  .  .  and  you're  apt  to 
end  it  feeling  even  better !  So  may  I  suggest  delicious 
SUNSWEET  "Tenderized"  Prunes  as  your  morn- 
ing "starter"?  In  no  time  at  all  you'll  be  chanting  . 
Six  or  seven  prunes  a  day  are  good  for  me  in  every  way. 
So  plump  and  juicy  to  the  taste,  not  a  morsel  will  I  waste. 

And  with  that  glorious  SUNSWEET  wealth,  I'm  bound  to  feel  in  better  health. 
These  plump,  tenderly  fruity  prunes  are  fully  tree-ripened  and  "kissed"  by 
California's  year-'round  sun.  This  gives  them  a  sweetness  and  rich,  luscious 
flavor  that  just  doesn't  happen  any  other  way  .  .  .  any  other  place.  But  in  addi- 
tion to  pampering  your  taste,  SUNSWEET  "Tenderized"  Prunes  are  simply 
wonderful  for  you  .  .  .  picking  you  up,  setting  you  up  and  pepping  you  up!  It's 
good  to  feel  good  ...  so  ask  your  Grocer  for  SUNSWEET  "Tenderized" 
Prunes  and  serve  them  regularly. 

CUPID  HIMSELF  COULDN'T  DREAM  UP  a  finer  Valentine's  Day  Dessert  than  a 
cake  made  with  DUFF'S  WHITE  CAKE  MIX.  From  the 
first  fragrant  whiff  to  the  last  heavenly  bite  even  your  first 
DUFF'S  White  Cake  will  be  a  winner.  Yes,  DUFF'S 
White  Cake  Mix  makes  cakes  so  tender  and  fine-textured, 
so  high  and  light,  so  sparkling  white  and  meltingly  de- 
licious. Good  right  down  to  the  last  wonderful  crumb. 
Amazingly  economical  and  "wink-quick"  to  make, 
DUFF'S  "miracle"  package  contains  all  the  fine  cake  in- 
gredients you  need,  even  milk  and  eggs  .  .  .  already  perfectly  blended.  You  just 
add  water  and  mix.  In  just  4)^2  minutes  you'll  slide  that  smooth,  rich  batter  into 
the  oven.  And  when  the  occasion  calls  for  "something  different,"  you'll  find 
it  equally  easy  to  bake  with  DUFF'S  DEVIL'S  FOOD  MIX  and  DUFF'S 
SPICE  CAKE  MIX. 


so  I'd  like 


.  Vanilla.  Choco- 


THERE  WILL  BE  PLENTY  OF  INSPIRATIONS  for  parties  in  February 
to  nominate  Q-T  Instant  Frosting  as  a  m-u-s-t!  There's 
nothing  like  it  to  frost  cakes  and  cookies  into  wonderful 
party-time   "masterpieces" !   With   Q-T,   no  cooking's 
needed  .  .  .just  add  water  and  stir.  In  less  than  2  minutes 
you've  a  deliciously  rich,  creamy-smooth  frosting  to  add 
wonderful  flavor  and  decorative  beauty  .  .  .  whether  you 
want  to  make  Chocolate  Logs  or  Hatchet  Cookies  or  Cupid 
bows  and  hearts  on  your  favorite  cake.  Choose  your  flavors  . 
late,  Strawberry  and  Lime.  And  more  frosting  comes  in  the  new,  larger  package 
...  for  instance: 

1  package  of  Q-T  frosts  a  9"  single  layer  cake  (top  and  sides)  or  18  small,  or  8 
large,  eup  cakes  (tops).  2  packages  frost  a  ')"  double  layer  cake  (top  and  sides). 
•  But  why  not  send  for  the  FREE  Recipe  Booklet  of  "50  Quick  Tricks 
with  Q-T  Frosting"  right  now?  Contains  clever  ideas  lor  party-time  fros tings! 
Address  Nancy  Sasser,  271  Madison  Ave.,  New  York  16,  N.  Y.  • 

This  is  the  month  of  rhymes  and  hearts 
When  roses  arc  red  and  violets  are  blue  .  .  . 
When  Cupid  lets  (ly  his  romancing  darts 
At  those  who  use  K.KKMI.  Shampoo! 

A  shallow  rhyme,  but  deep  in  truth  .  .  .  for  the  new  KREML 
Shampoo  makes  sm  h  a  tremendous  diflerence  in  your  hair's 
loveliness.  Its  natural  oil  base  does  the  trick  .  .  .  caressing  and 
coaxing  hair  to  satin-silk  softness  that  just  isn't  possible  when  you  use  a  shampoo 
with  drying  ingredients.  The  latter  kind  leaves  hair  brittle,  straggly  and  unruly 
.  .  .  definitely  NOT  the  way  to  look  Valentine-pretty!  Alter  a  KREML  sham- 
poo, however,  your  locks  are  shiningly  clean  .  .  .  for  which  you  can  thank 
"Folisan"  ®,  a  new  ingredient  with  special  cleansing  qualities.  But  it's  the 
natural  luster  my  hair  holds  alter  a  KREML  bath  that  I  cherish  most,  lor  I 
notice  that  my  hair  suddenly  sparkles  with  glossy  highlights!  Why  not  find 
out  for  yourself? 


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February,  1950 


The  great  new 
protein  cereal  that 
helps  you  have 


a  fine 


At  body 


ENJOY  KELLOGG'S  CORN-SOYA,  THE  NEW  TOASTY- 
TASTING  CEREAL  WITH  THE  HIGH  PROTEIN  FACTOR 

Oh,  you'll  be  skeptical  at  first.  "How  can 
a  cereal  help  me  have  a  fine  body?" 

This  is  more  than  a  tasty  cereal. 
Here  in  Kellogg's  Corn-Soya  is  what  makes 
for  firm  flesh  and  solid  muscle  and  growth 
and  stamina. 

For  this  is  the  new  cereal  with  protein, 
the  master  body-builder.  Sure,  it  has  B 
vitamins,  iron  and  energy  value.  But  this 
is  cereal  with  "muscles."  Provides  com- 
plete, high-quality  protein  when  served 
with  milk. 
It  has  what  it  takes  to  help  build  a 
&       fine  body. 


No  other  well-known 
cereal,  hot  or  cold,  in  ho 
rich  in  protein,  the  m;iH- 
ter  body-builder. 


(Continued  from  Page  83) 

"And  how  many  apprenticeships  do  you 
think  there's  time  for  in  one  lifetime?"  Han- 
iel  asked  with  exaggerated  patience. 

"  I  always  thought  it  was  the  mothers  who 
were  the  possessive  ones,"  Nell  Peel  said. 
"Why  are  you  hanging  onto  Micah  so,  Doc- 
tor Broome?" 

"Hanging  onto  him?"  Haniel  almost 
shouted.  The  office  bell  rang.  Haniel  stalked 
out  of  the  room.  The  office  door  banged  be- 
hind him.  It  seemed  very  still  at  the  table. 

"It's  a  relief  to  know  you  aren't  following 
in  your  father's  footsteps,  Micah,"  Nell  Peel 
said.  "I  doubt  if  I  have  the  stamina  to  be 
married  to  a  doctor.  It  must  be  wearing." 

"Don't  rush  me,"  Micah  said.  "Want  to 
see  the  town?  Where  the  barber  lives  and  the 
postmaster  and  everybody?" 

"Yes. . . .  Could  we  help  with  the  dishes?  " 

"No,  thanks,"  the  doctor's  wife  said. 
"There's  no  room  in  the  kitchen  for  anyone 
but  me." 

"I  like  to  work  alone  too,"  Nell  Peel  said. 

They  went  away.  The  doctor's  wife  began 
piling  dishes.  When  they  came  in  they  looked 
dark,  as  if  they  had  been  quarreling. 

"Shall  we  have  some  tea?  "  she  asked  them. 

"No.  We  had  some  grapejuice  and  cookies," 
Micah  said.  "At  Medora's.  We  went  to  call 
on  Medora.  Nell  thinks  her  house  is  sinister — 
she  thinks  Medora's  a  witch." 

"I  think  nothing  of  the  kind.  The  house  is 
sinister,  on  the  outside.  Inside  it's  quite 
charming." 

Micah  sat  on  the  sill  and  Nell  Peel  sat  on 
the  stool  by  the  hearth. 
She  did  not  flop  down  ■■■■■ 
there  as  Margaret  Gray 
might  have  done.1  She 
held  herself  somewhat 
stiffly. 

"She  was  afraid  of 
the  sundial,"  Micah 
said. 

' '  Who  wouldn't  be  ? " 
the  doctor's  wife  asked 
quietly.  All  her  life 
seemed  at  the  moment 
to  be  just  that,  a  point 

"Nell   thinks  Me- 
dora's got  a  lover,"  Micah  put  in  derisively. 

"She has,"  Nell  Peel  said.  Then  she  turned 
directly  to  Nan  Broome.  "Hasn't  she?" 

The  doctor's  wife  closed  her  book,  keeping 
her  finger  in  the  place,  as  if  to  assure  herself 
that  order  could  be  kept  somewhere  and  all 
the  world  was  not  this  swirling  thing  her  mind 
seemed  to  be.  "Why,  yes,  I  think  she  has," 
she  heard  herself  saying.  "What  made  you 
think  so?" 

"Mother!  Medora!  Not  really?  Who?" 

"I  couldn't  say,"  and  that  was  her  voice, 
too,  quite  calm  and  unhurried.  Then  again, 
to  Nell  Peel:  "What  made  you  think  so?" 

"Oh,  a  look,"  Micah  answered  for  her  im- 
patiently. "A  look  of  fulfillment.  You  mean, 
actually?  I  don't  believe  it.  There's  no  one  in 
town  she'd  look  at  twice.  .  .  .  You  mean  that 
she  sleeps  with — all  that?" 

"No,  I  don't  mean  anything  of  the  kind  

I  have  a  little  work  to  do  upstairs,  so,  if  you'll 
excuse  me,  Mrs.  Peel?" 

Halfway  up  the  stairs,  she  felt  a  curious 
faintness.  She  heard  them  talking  down  be- 
low. She  was  no  eavesdropper,  the  doctor's 
wife,  but  she  could  not  move. 

"Sometimes  I  wonder  why  I  bother  with 
you,"  Nell  Peel  said. 

"Well,  don't,"  Micah  said.  "It  would  be 
better  for  us  both  if  you  didn't." 

"I  begin  to  think  you're  right,"  that  cold, 
tired  voice  said  again. 

There  was  a  small,  cold  silence. 

"It  looks  as  if  you'd  won  your  bet  and 
would  come  home  with  me  for  Christmas," 
Micah  said  at  last,  his  voice  a  little  flatter. 
"Medora  Jcssup!  You  know,  that  shocked 
me,  rather." 

"I've  changed  my  mind,"  Nell  Peel  said. 
"I  don't  think  I  want  to  come,  after  all." 

"Oh?"  Micah  said  at  last  slowly.  Nan 
heard  him  move  then  and  presently  he  said, 
"The  things  mother  reads!  Last  time  I  was 
home  it  was  Proust.  She's  really  got  the  most 
amazing  mind. 


"You  don't  have  to  build  up  your  mother 
to  me,  Micah,"  the  indifferent  voice  said. 
"  It's  obvious  she's  got  an  amazing  mind." 

As  if  this  comment  on  herself  made  her« 
aware  that  she  was  eavesdropping,  the  doc- 
tor's wife  went  slowly  on  up  the  stairs,  into 
her  own  bedroom.  She  stood  with  one  hand 
on  the  bureau,  looking  toward  the  window 
and  the  autumn  dusk  descending  beyond.  She 
shivered,  though  the  room  was  warm. 

You  must  go  away.  You  must  not  slay  in  this 
house  through  this  night.  You  must  go  a  way 
and  never  come  here  again!  she  murmured. 

But  when  she  went  down  an  hour  later  to 
get  supper,  the  woman  was  still  there.  She 
was  playing  the  piano,  idly,  though  with  an 
accuracy  that  betokened  some  talent.  Micah 
was  reading,  or  pretending  to  read.  Sh 
thought  Micah  would  speak  of  Medora  Jessup 
and  ask  his  father  who  Medora's  lover  was. 
But  Micah  never  mentioned  Medora.  It  was 
Nell  Peel  who  managed  the  conversation 
And  in  the  middle  of  supper  the  telephone 
rang  and  Haniel  was  called  away.  The  Bart- 
lett  boy  had  broken  his  arm.  Haniel  said:  v 

"Nan,  can  you  come  along  and  help  me?" 

She  wanted  to  say,  Micah' 11  help  you,  and 
saw  that  Micah  wanted  it  that  way,  too,  buj 
she  could  not.  She  could  not  be  left  alone  in 
this  house  with  Nell  Peel. 

So  she  went  with  Haniel,  but  there  wasn't 
much  she  had  to  do  after  all.  Mrs.  Bartlett 
was  crying  and  she  comforted  her. 

"It's  a  perfectly  clean  break,"  she  said. 
"He  won't  have  a  bit  of  trouble  with  it,?' 

When  they  came  out 
■■■■■■■  of  the  house,  Haniel 
said,  "Maybe  youM 
better  walk  back.  J 
ought  to  go  see  Mrs. 
Jones." 

So  she  walked  back, 
slowly,  not  wanting  to 
reach  the  house.  The 
air  was  cold  and  felt 
good  on  her  face.  When 
she  got  there,  the  house 
was  quiet.  She  went  up 
to  her  room,  undressed 
^l^p^l^^     and  got  into  bed. 

At  ten  Micah  rapped 
on  her  door  and  came  in.  He  came  directly  re 
the  bed,  sat  down  on  its  edge,  lit  a  cigarette. 
"Kind  of  a  mess  all  around,  isn't  it?"  he  said. 
"Yes,  I  suppose  it  is." 
"Dislike  Nell  very  much,  don't  you?" 
"What  do  you  want  me  to  say?  That  I 
think  she's  charming?  ...  I  do  dislike  her." 

"  I  didn't  know  whether  you  would  or  not 
You're  not  always  predictable,  darling." 
"Are  you  thinking  of  marrying  her?" 
"No."  He  bit  the  word  off  shortly. 
"Well,  then,  let's  not  talk  about  her." 
"Dad's  never  going  to  forgive  me,  is  he?" 
"He  may — ten  or  twenty  years  from  now. 
If  you  make  a  go  of  things." 

"But  I'm  not  at  all  sure  I  will  make  a  go  of 
things.  I'm  not  a  bit  sure  I  want  to  spend  my 
life  thinking  about  art.  It's  just  that  I  can't 
seem  to  bear  the  thought  of  stepping  into  an- 
other man's  shoes,  especially  my  father's." 
"You  could  do  worse,  son." 
"Yes,  I  know.  Don't  think  I  haven't  given 
it  thought !  I  don't  even  know  how  important 
it  is  to  be  someone  in  your  own  right.  Seems 
tremendously  important  at  the  moment,  a 
rather  dreadful  necessity,  in  fact— but  it 
might  not  be  at  all  in  the  long  run." 
"It's  important,"  she  said. 
"You  do  it,"  he  said  with  some  stubborn- 
ness. "You're  yourself.  How  do  you  do  it?" 

She  felt  a  shock,  a  necessity  to  cry  out,  Me? 
I'm  nothing.  I  can't  even  find  myself— I  don't 
know  where  or  what  I  am!  How  can  it  be  thai 
you  see  me  as  real  when  I  know  I  am  not?  Oh, 
Micah!  Micah! 

"I  can't  tell  you,"  she  said  at  last.  "You 
have  to  do  it  yourself,  son,  in  your  own  way." 
I  le  ground  out  hiscigarette.  "( lood  night." 
"Good  night,  Micah." 
Ill'  went  out  quietly,  not  slamming  the 
dooi  as  I  lame]  might  have  done.  He  was  im- 
patient, too.  hut  he  had  the  power  to  be  quiet 
when  he  needed  to  be  quiet. 

/  didn't  help  him.  she  thought,  with  tear", 
in  her  heart.  /  didn't  htlp  htm  at  all. 
(<  'ontinutd  on  Pan  xv) 


■k  Napoleon  felt  comfortable  only 
^  in  clothes  too  large  for  him.  .  .  . 
He  said  of  himself,  "I  am  not  as 
other  men  are,  and  the  laws  of  mo- 
rality and  of  convention  cannot  have 
been  made  for  me."  .  .  .  His  chef, 
Dunand,  always  had  roast  chicken 
ready  to  serve  the  Emperor  at  any 
hour  of  the  day  or  night.  .  .  .  He  used 
60  bottles  of  Eau  de  Cologne  each 
month.  .  .  .  He  suffered  from  aeluro- 
pbobia,  the  fear  of  cats. 


LADIES"  HOME  JOLK.NAL 


How  well  do  you  really  understand  him  ? 

/F  YOUR  CH/LD  SEEMS  FRA/L  AND  LANGUID 
•HERE'S  SOMETHING  YOU  CAN  DO  THAT  MAY  MAKE  A  WONDERFUL  DIFFERENCE 


The  health  of  a  child  is  largely  in  its  mother's 
hands.  His  welfare  depends  upon  how  well 
she  understands  his  needs. 

For  example,  when  a  child  is  frail  and 
nervous  or  languid,  one  of  the  commonest 
causes  is  faulty  nutrition.  Probably  he  gets 
plenty  of  food  but  not  enough  of  the  right 
kind.  A  mother  should  always  remember  that 
a  child  needs,  in  proportion  to  body  weight, 
2  to  3  times  as  much  of  certain  foods  as 
adults;  these  food  elements  such  as  protein, 
calcium,  iron,  \itamins  Bi,  C,  niacin  and 
riboflavin  may  be  called  the  "spark  plugs" 
of  robust  health  and  vitality.  A  child  needs 
lots  of  them.  A  lack  of  one  or  more  can  cause 
a  slump.  And— please  note  this— these  are 
the  very  ones  most  apt  to  be  deficient  in 
average  meals. 

Of  course,  a  fully  adequate  diet  can  be 
selected  from  ordinary  foods,  but  it's  diffi- 
cult to  be  sure  you're  right.  And  so,  today, 
busy,  intelligent  mothers  employ  an  easier 
method  in  approaching  this  problem.  They 
use  a  supplementary  food  like  Ovaltine.  The 
purpose  of  a  supplementary  food  is  to  fill  in 


the  chinks,  gaps,  loopholes  that  may  occur  in 
ordinary  meals;  it  supplies  those  rarer  ele- 
ments most  easily  lost  in  cooking,  most  apt 
to  be  lacking— based  upon  the  study  of  thou- 
sands of  meals  served  in  average  homes. 

Ovaltine,  mixed  with  milk,  contains  practi- 
cally all  the  vitamins  and  minerals  necessary 
to  bring  the  ordinary  meal  up  to  the  full  re- 
quirements of  a  growing  child.  It  also  pro- 
vides an  extra  supplement  of  high  quality 
proteins. 

Ovaltine  has  the  additional  advantage  of 
being  so  processed  that  even  a  child  with  a 
delicate  stomach  can  digest  and  absorb  it 
readily. 

So  why  don't  you  join  thousands  of  other 
mothers  in  this  health  insurance  program. 
Give  2  to  3  glasses  of  Ovaltine  daily  in  addi- 
tion to  regular  meals.  Then  you  can  be  sure 
you  have  done  just  about  everything  you  can 
do  to  insure  proper  nutrition  for  your  child. 

OVALTINE 

THE  PROTECTING  FOOD-DRINK 


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at  fun  you  can  have  with 
versatile  l/e/veefaf 


*  EVERYBODY  LIKES  ITS  MILD  CHEDDAR  CHEESE  FLAVOR 

»   SO  EASY!  VELVEETA  ALWAYS  SPREADS,  SLICES,  TOASTS, 
MELTS  PERFECTLY! 

*  RICH  IN  MILK  NUTRIENTS  THE  WHOLE  FAMILY  NEEDS 

*  DIGESTIBLE  AS  MILK  ITSELF 


-V  — — 


It's  "JUST  THE  THING"  you  need— more  often 
than  any  food  in  your  refrigerator.  Just  the  thing  to 
spread  or  slice  for  the  youngsters'  snacks  anytime — 
because  Velveeta  is  rich  in  important  milk  nutrients.  (And 
digestible  as  milk!)  Just  the  thing  for  spur-of-the-moment 
parties  because  with  Velveeta  you  can  turn  out  swell 
toasted  sandwiches  or  make  a  smooth  cheese  sauce  in 
"nothing  flat."  A  great  helper  with  main  dishes,  too! 
Keep  the  2-lb.  loaf  of  vetsatileVelveeta  ever  ready.  It  pays 
to  get  Kraft's  famous  cheese  food  —  genuine  Velveeta. 


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(Continued  from  Page  H6) 
|Le  morning  when  she  woke,  she  felt 
llut  she  got  up  and  made  the  break- 
I;  alone  with  Haniel. 
Ivlongaretheystaying?"  he  demanded. 
Siven't  the  faintest  idea." 

I  ul  woman.  I  don't  want  her  here." 
Ill,  she's  here.  I  can't  put  her  out." 
[get  dinner  out.  Can't  bear  to  look  at 
|[y  young  fool!" 

I's  not  silly,  Haniel." 
Is." 

Em't  know.  I  don't  know  whether  he  is 
|  But  she's  very  clever.  I  don't  think 
ft  anywhere  being  rude  to  her." 
o's  being  rude?  "  he  said  impatiently. 
;n't  been  rude  to  her.  But  I  will  be  if 
/s  around  much  longer.  She's  back  of 
art  nonsense — that's  as  plain  as  the 
.  your  face." 

:ah's  always  been  interested  in  art." 
t  seriously.  He's  a  born  doctor  and  he's 
lg  away  all  his  training— for  a  stick 
s  Peel  woman!  It's  enough  to  make 
k." 

>ld  you — he's  not  going  to  marry  her." 
j're  more  optimistic  than  I  am.  He'll 
her  just  out  of  meanness,  to  show  he 
ou  know  Micah!" 

ly,  she  thought,  he  would  let  himself 
tie  farther.  He  did  see  Micah's  motiva- 
te wasn't  blind.  But  he  couldn't  keep 
ds  off,  he  couldn't  help  striking  out  at 
s  desertion,  placing  blame  for  it  on 
ie. 

will  not  marry  her,"  she  said  again 
lality.  "Hadn't  you  better  be  going?  " 

x>d  up.  "Get  rid  of  'em ! "  he  said,  and 
toward  the  office. 

od  morning ! "  Nell  Peel  said  from  the 

iy- 

our  later  Nan  sat  with  Nell  Peel  in  the 
room.  The  room  was  glassed  on  two 
\  sort  of  sun  porch  over  the  kitchen 
All  through  the  doctor's  wife  ran  a 
;  of  antagonism,  and  at  the  same  time 
humorous  admission  that  this  woman 
d  her  way  with  her  and  that  she  had 
owerless  to  frustrate  her. 

I I  have  no  desire  to  paint  the  doctor's 
t,"  Nell  Peel  said. "  I  never  have  wanted 
it  any  man's  portrait.  There's  almost 
mything  there  but  what's  on  the  out- 
photograph  would  do.  With  a  woman, 
dng  woman,  it's  different.  There's  a 
hidden  world  to  challenge  you." 
dden  worlds  ought  to  stay  hidden." 
on't  believe  that.  I  wouldn't  take  your 

world.  My  mother  would  have,  I  ex- 
perhaps  there's  a  fashion  for  such 

It  seems  nonsense  to  me." 

s.  Peel  "  the  doctor's  wife  began. 


89 


"Don't  pry,  eh?  All  right,  I  won't.  But  en- 
durance and  silence  aren't  my  cup  of  tea, 
that's  all.  Martyrdom's  out  of  the  middle 
ages." 

"  I  don't  know  what  you're  talking  about, 
Mrs.  Peel.  I  hope  I  don't  act  like  a  martyr." 

"You  know  perfectly  well  what  I'm  talk- 
ing about.  You  know  everything,  I  expect. 
But  I  can't  help  believing  in  taking  life  as  it 
is  or  letting  it  go.  I  wouldn't  let  myself  be 
hurt  as  you're  hurt,  that's  all.  It's  inhuman." 

"Inhuman?  And  you  don't  let  life  go.  Life 
won't  let  you." 

"You  let  go  what  doesn't  belong  to  you. 
Or  else  you  take  a  half  loaf  and  like  it.  .  .  . 
Have  you  always  been  fat?" 

Nan  Broome  felt  shaken,  trembling  all 
through  her  big  body.  "Yes.  No,"  she  con- 
tradicted herself  confusedly.  "When  I  was 
very  young  I  was  very  thin.  Puny,  I  think 
they  called  it." 

Nell  Peel  laughed.  Her  laughter  was  like 
her  voice,  somewhat  harsh.  "  Till  I  was  twelve 
or  so  I  was  very  fat."  She  seemed  to  have  for- 
gotten the  shocking  words  she  had  just  said. 
Her  hands  on  the  stick  of  charcoal  were  quick, 
sure.  She  dropped  sheets  to  the  floor  beside 
her,  sometimes  with  only  a  few  strokes  on 
them.  "This  is  going  to  be  the  best  thing  I 
have  ever  done." 

It  was  quiet  in  the  square  little  sewing  room 
and  the  autumn  sun  held  them  inside  its 
warmth.  They  seemed  to  have  been  sitting 
here  in  the  sun  a  long,  long  time. 

Nell  Peel  made  a  sudden  grimace,  then  said 
sharply,  "That's all  for  now ;  I'll  get  it  blocked 
in  tomorrow — then  I  can  finish  it  at  home." 
She  got  up,  walked  to  the  windows,  looked 
down  on  the  garden.  "The  doctor's  dead  set 
on  hanging  onto  Micah,  isn't  he?" 

"No.  He  just  thinks  he's  running  out  on 
what  he  was  meant  for." 

"And  you?  You  think  he'd  be  better  off  a 
cog  in  an  art  museum?" 

"I  don't  know.  I  think  he'll  have  to  find 
out  himself." 

"And  I  suppose  you  both  think  you  love 
him.  ...  I  wish  I'd  never  come  here.  You 
confuse  me." 

The  doctor's  wife  got  to  her  feet.  "  I  must 
see  about  dinner,"  she  said.  She  glanced  at 
the  pile  of  sketches  on  the  floor,  had  an  im- 
pulse to  pick  them  up,  look  at  them,  but  she 
did  not. 

In  the  kitchen,  however,  she  did  not  begin 
at  once  to  prepare  dinner.  She  had  felt  a  ter- 
rible anger  up  in  the  sewing  room,  and  the 
echoes  of  it  were  still  ringing  through  her. 
Suddenly,  with  her  hand  on  the  kitchen  shelf 
as  for  support,  she  began  to  laugh. 

/  guess  I  hale  her,  but  she's  got  something, 
all  the  same.  I  brood  too  much.  I've  got  a  half 


'Dear  Aunt  Sophie:  Sorry  we  couldn't  write  sooner,  darling,  but 
you  know  how  it's  been.  It  was  so  nice  seeing  you  at  the  wedding. 
We're  simply  thrilled  with  the  salt  and  pepper  set  and  .  .  .' 


\m."\% fresh 

3  Orarff 


J5w 


01  To"! 


Enriched 
with  Vitamin  C 


Discover  Hi-C  yourself! 

It's  the  original!  See  why 
this  wholesome  family 
drink  is  taking  the  coun- 
try by  storm. 

Pour  yourself  a  big  glass. 

Drink  it  down.  Mmmm! 
Tastes  Good!  Tastes  so  good 
you  and  all  the  family  will 
want  more — this  very  min- 
ute. And  there's  good  rea- 
son to  fill  those  glasses  again 
and  again  .  .  . 
Hi-C  is  a  healthful  drink.  Its 
fresh  orange  tang  comes  from 
juicy,    tree-ripened  oranges. 
It's  enriched  with  added  Vita- 
min C  and  dextrose.  One  8-oz. 
glass  gives  you  30  milligrams 
of  Vitamin  C — daily  minimum 
requirement  for  an  adult. 
Hi-C  is  non-carbonated.  Drink 
as  much  as  you  like,  as  often  as 
you  like.  Buy  it  two  ways  ...  in 
the  big,  economical  46-oz.  can 
serving  8  to  10  .  .  .  and  the  12-oz. 
can  .  .  .  just  right  for  two.  Hi-C's 
naturally  good!  So  good  you  should 
always  have  several  cans  in  your 
refrigerator.  Get  Hi-C,  the  all-day 
family  drink,  from  your  grocer 
today. 


90 


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loaf,  but  I  just  never  admit  I  like  it  or  that  it's 
got  to  be  enough.  I  pretend  I  might  give  up  the 
half  loaf,  but  I  won't.  I  never  will . . .  I  suppose 
I  ought  to  be  grateful  to  her. 

But  she  didn't,  she  knew,  feel  too  grateful 
as  yet.  Nell  Peel  had  to  leave  this  house  soon. 
"And  I  suppose  you  both  think  you  love 
him" — that  was  clever,  seeing  that  they 
were  both  being  possessive,  but  in  ways  that 
seemed  quite  opposite. 

Come,  come!  she  said  derisively.  Here  you 
go  analyzing  again,  old  girl!  Picking  over  old 
bones!  Stop  it! 

The  three  ate  dinner  together,  but  the 
doctor  had  his  tray  in  the  office. 

"I  think  the  doctor  is  avoiding  me,"  Nell 
Peel  said. 

"Well,  why  wouldn't  he?"  Micah  said. 
"You  do  your  best  to  be  annoying." 

"He  hasn't  gone  out  of  his  way  to  be  polite 
to  me." 

"Oh,  I  told  you  before — he's  only  slapping 
at  me  through  you. . . .  What's  been  happen- 
ing in  town,  mother?  What's  this  I  heard 
about  Carrie  Lutz?" 

"You  must  have  stopped  in  at  the  barber- 
shop," his  mother  said  tartly. 

"I  did.  What's  the  low-down  on  Carrie?" 

"Carrie's  left  Hermann,  that's  all." 

"Oh,  don't  be  that  way,  mother!  You 
know  you  know  what  Hermann  said  to  her 
and  what  she  said  to  Hermann." 

"If  I  did  know,  I  wouldn't  tell  you." 

"  Wouldn't  you  like  some  flowers  to  take 
home,  Mrs.  Lutz?  Come  around  to  the  back  and 
I'll  get  you  some  roses — they're  at  their  best 
now.  . .  .  Why,  what's  the  matter,  Mrs.  Lutz?" 

"  The  doctor  says  to  go  on  home  and  stand 
up  for  myself.  I  can't.  I  can't,  Mrs.  Broome." 

"Sit  down — sit  down  here  on  the  bench,  Mrs. 
Lutz.  You're  trembling.  Sit  down  a  minute  and 
get  your  breath." 

"  The  doctor  says  I've  got  to  have  spunk.  I 
used  to  have.  I  used  to,  Mrs.  Broome.  Seems 
like  it's  all  gone.  All  gone,  every  bit.  Seems  as  if 
I  can't  go  back." 

Her  long  face  ivas  gaunt  and  lined  in  the  sun. 
Her  eyes  had  a  kind  of  deadness.  Her  knuckles 
ivere  big  with  arthritis  and  bent  a  little.  She  had 
on  a  worn  blue  gingham  dress  and  a  black  hat 
that  sat  oddly  on  her  gray  hair.  She  was  all  lines 
and  gnarled  joints  and  despair.  On  one  side  of 
her  face  was  an  ugly  bruise,  as  if  she  had  been 
hit. 

"  Well,  don't,  Mrs.  Lutz.  Doctors  don't  know 
everything.  They  don't  know  always  when 
you've  come  to  the  end  of  your  rope.  Why  don't 
you  go  down  with  your  sister  at  Ebbley?  There 
comes  a  time,  Mrs.  Lutz,  when  there's  no  use 
going  back." 

"He  run  right  over  my  petunias  with  the 
mower.  Right  over  'em." 

"Have  you  any  money?" 

"No.  No,  I  ain't." 

"I'll  get  some.  Sit  still.  I'll  be  right  back." 

Why  had  she  done  that?  How  did  she 
know  Carrie  had  come  to  the  end  of  her  rope  ? 
Hadn't  she  let  her  heart  itself  be  run  over 
year  after  year  with  a  sharper  mower  than 
Hermann  Lutz  had  ever  used  on  Carrie's 
petunias?  And  wasn't  she  still  here?  But  she 
wasn't  Carrie — and  Haniel  wasn't  Her- 
mann. .  .  .  She  checked  herself  abruptly,  as 
if  saying,  Got  to  watch  yourself.  Nan! 

"  I'm  working,"  Nell  Peel  said.  "I'm  doing 
a  portrait  of  your  mother." 

For  some  reason  a  dark  tide  of  angry  red 
went  up  Micah's  face.  "You're  what?" 

"I'm  doing  a  portrait  of  your  mother." 

"You're  doing  no  such  thing!" 

"Don't  be  childish,  Micah." 

"Childish!  Mother,  keep  away  from  her! 
She's  a  caricaturist,  and  a  cruel  on^" 

"  I'm  not  caricaturing  Mrs  Broome,"  Nell 
Peel  said.  "And  if  I  were  she's  the  one  to 
object  —not  you." 

"  It  doesn't  matter,"  the  doctor's  wife  said. 
"It  doesn't  matter  at  all,  Micah.  I  know 
what  I  l(x>k  like.  Just  don't  bicker  over  it." 

"Bicker!"  He  kxjked  so  incredibly  like 
Haniel,  an  angry  Haniel,  that  the  doctor's 
wife  wanted  suddenly  to  laugh.  "I'm  not 
bickering.  But  I  won't  have  it." 

"  You  won't  have  il  ?"  Nell  Peel  said.  "No 
one  asked  yon.  darling." 


AS/O  -  A80t/£  AU  -  SAtt/ 


;ah  stood  up.  "Look,"  he  said,  "I'm 
joling." 

e  doctor's  wife  felt  caught  into  the 
e  of  their  private  maelstrom.  She 
id  this  Nell  Peel  put  in  her  place,  and 
—  "Micah!"  she  said  with  sudden 
sternness.  "Painting's  Mrs.  Peel's 
ess— why  shouldn't  she  paint  what 
vants  to,  even  if  she  caricatures  it? 
on't  mind,  why  should  you,  son?" 
ecause  I  know  her — you  don't." 
[1  Peel  looked  at  the  doctor's  wife  and 
i.  It  was  a  smile  that  said,  We  know 
ther.  We  know  each  other  very  well. 
just  doesn't  matter,"  Nan  Broome  said 

ouldn't  you  leave  the  dishes  for  a 
Nell  Peel  said  when  he  had  gone, 
ought  I  wouldn't  work  any  more  today, 
feel  excited.  And  the  light's  good  now." 
11  just  put  things  away,"  the  doctor's 
aid  quietly.  "Then  I'll  come  up." 
ey  didn't  talk  at  once.  Nell  Peel  went  to 
not  even  being  fussy  about  Nan 
ne's  position. 

Iicah  means  what  he  said,  Mrs.  Peel," 
octor's  wife  said  at  last.  "  It's  not  just  a 

know."  The  strong,  thin  fingers  did  not 
.  "If  I  have  any  usefulness  at  all, 
Broome,  it  is  as  a  painter.  Micah's 
right— I'm  not  a  very  nice  person, 
let  down  a  good  many  people  in  my 
but  I've  never  let  down  the  me  that  is 
nter.  If  I  ever  should,  I'm  done  for.  So, 
atter  how  much  it  signifies,  I  have  to  do 
)icture." 

Veil,  I'm  letting  you,"  the  doctor's  wife 
quietly. 

the  dining  room  was  a  tall,  homely  old 
fh  cupboard.  The  doctor's  wife  sat  where 

ould  look  at  this  cup-  ^^^^^^^^ 

land  it  always  pleased  i^^B^^^BB 
(senses,  though  she 
It  quite  know  why.  It 
hot  elegant,  but  there 
'  something  about  it 

the  treasured  dishes 

'was  warm  and  satis-   

They  were  going  ■■■■■■■■ 
?supper.  They  werenot 

staying  this  night.  The  doctor's  wife  felt 

nust  hold  herself  together  for  this  last 
,.  There  was  just  this  meal  to  get  through, 

this  meal. 

iniel  was  quieter  tonight,  as  if  their  an- 
ated  going  had  steadied  his  nerves.  He 
almost  polite.  Micah  was  trying,  too, 
ng  of  this  and  that  as  if  he  still  cared 
t  Windover.  Nell  Peel  looked  tired, 
loctor's  wife  thought,  too  tired  to  battle, 
le  doctor's  wife  joined  in  the  conversa- 
keeping  it  level,  innocuous,  even  pleas- 
But  it  was  an  effort  for  all  of  them. 

N  Micah  said,  "Look,  dad — you  know 
lowest  low-down  on  everybody  and 
ything  in  town.  Who,  in  heaven's 
e  " 

nw  is  the  time — now  is  the  time — now  is 
ime  .  .  .  now  everything,  all  the  years 
:  going  to  explode,  fall  apart,  become 
,  nothing. 

Vlicah,"  Nell  Peel  interrupted,  as  if  she 
l't  even  heard  what  Micah  had  started 
ly,  "remember  that  Alsop  girl  who  did 
murals?  She's  in  Boston  now.  Look  her 
will  you? " 

Veuh — the  medieval  page  boy.  I  remem- 
her,"  Micah  said.  But  he  gave  Nell  Peel 
)k  of  hostile  suspicion,  as  if  he  wondered 
t  she  was  up  to.  Perhaps  the  Alsop  girl 
beautiful,  and  it  wasn't  like  Nell  Peel 
irow  him  to  beautiful  girls. 
What  was  it  you  wanted  the  low-down 
"  Haniel  said. 

ell  Peel  stood  up.  "Nothing,"  she  said, 
e  really  ought  to  start  now.  It  will  be 
night  before  we're  back.  Want  to  get  my 
,  Micah?" 

.  was  her  arrogant  voice  that  did  it,  made 
n  move  whether  they  would  or  no.  Micah 
t  upstairs  after  the  bag.  Nell  Peel  got  her 
:et. 

hey  went  quite  quickly.  Nell  Peel  shook 
ds  with  the  doctor  first.  "Good-by,  Doc- 
Broome,"  she  said.  Then  she  turned  to 


One  of  the  most  important 
^  rules  in  the  seienee  of 
manners  is  almost  absolute 
silence  about  one's  self. 

—  BALZAC. 


91 

the  doctor's  wife.  "Thank  you  for  every- 
thing. I  will  bring  your  picture  to  you."  It 
wasn't  much.  It  seemed  to  be  a  great  deal.  It 
said,  We  understand  each  other  very  well.  I 
respect  you  and  I  think  you  respect  me. 

"So  long,  dad,"  Micah  said.  "See  you 
soon." 

"Good-by,  son."  Haniel's  voice  was  gruff. 

Micah  grew  sober  for  an  instant,  turned 
and  kissed  his  mother.  They  walked  out  by 
the  front  door,  got  into  Nell  Peel's  car  and 
drove  away. 

Haniel  broome  came  back  into  the  dining 
room.  "I  think  I'll  have  another  cup  of  cof- 
fee in  peace,"  he  said. 

It  was  almost  time  for  office  hours,  but 
the  doctor  sat  slumped  in  his  chair,  one  hand 
on  the  handle  of  his  cup,  as  if  he  had  all  the 
time  in  the  world. 

"Wonder  what  Micah  wanted  to  know." 

"Probably  about  Carrie  and  Hermann 
Lutz — he  was  quizzing  me  about  them.  He 
went  to  the  barbershop  and  picked  up  what 
gossip  he  could." 

"Carrie's  doing  washings  over  at  Ebbley, 
I  heard.  Surprised  me,  to  tell  the  truth.  I'd 
just  got  done  telling  her  to  buck  up,  tell 
Hermann  off— and  she  walks  right  out  of 
here  and  goes  to  Ebbley." 

"I  told  her  to  go,"  the  doctor's  wife  said. 

He  stared  at  her.  "You  did.  Why?" 

"I  don't  know.  I  just  thought  she'd  borne 
all  she  could." 

"She'd  been  bearing  it  for  thirty  years." 

"Well,  there  comes  a  time  "  she  be- 
gan, then  stopped.  "I  don't  know,  Haniel. 
He'd  gone  too  far.  She  couldn't  stand  it  any 
more." 

He  scowled,  as  if  he  didn't  agree  with  her, 
but  said  no  more  of  Carrie.  "You  know,  I 
I  think  you're  wrong  about  this  Peel  woman," 

  he  said.  "She's  got  him 

■■■■■«■■■ 

"I  could  be  wrong.  I 
don't  think  I  am." 

"He's  really  lost  all  in- 
terest in  medicine." 

"No,  I  don't  believe  he 
has.  He's  just  not  sure  it's 
I^^^HB^^^B     his  line.  And  maybe  it 
isn't,  Haniel.  Maybe  he'd 
be  better  at  something  else." 

"That's  nonsense,  and  you  know  it.  If 
ever  anyone  had  a  surgeon's  hands,  it's  Mi- 
cah. Born  for  it.  Well,  he  seems  to  have  made 
up  his  mind." 

"Let's  wait  and  see." 
"No!  I'm  not  going  to  hope  any  more." 
The  office  bell  made  a  small  tingling,  but 
Haniel  Broome  sat  still.  She  poured  coffee 
into  his  cup  and  he  drank  it,  not  seeming  to 
hear  the  bell. 

"There's  a  meeting  of  the  bazaar  commit- 
tee— I  suppose  I'd  better  go,"  she  said  at  last. 

"Time  for  that  again?"  he  asked  some- 
what absently.  "How  you  women  work  up 
enthusiasm  for  that  year  after  year,  I  can't 
see!" 

"The  rector  has  to  get  paid  somehow.  We 
made  six  hundred  dollars  last  year." 

The  bell  rang  again.  The  doctor  stood  up, 
but  still  not  in  a  hurry.  "  I  feel  tired.  For  two 
cents  I'd  let  'em  all  sit  there,"  he  said. 

He  went  toward  the  office.  The  doctor's 
wife  sat  still  a  moment.  She  felt  tired  too. 

"I'd  better  wash  the  dishes,  "she  said  aloud. 

It  was  a  quarter  to  eight  when  she  had  fin- 
ished. She  got  her  coat,  went  out  of  the  house 
and  down  the  street  to  the  Episcopal  church 
and  the  parish  house  next  door. 

Old  Doctor  Broome  had  said  when  she  first 
came,  "I  don't  go  to  church,  Nan.  Rubs  me 
the  wrong  way.  I  doubt  if  Haniel'll  ever  go 
with  you,  either.  A  doctor's  a  busy  man,  peo- 
ple excuse  him.  Still,  they  want  him  part  of 
the  town,  and  so  the  burden  falls  on  his  wife. 
Don't  know  how  much  religion  you've  got,  if 
any.  But  it'll  be  expected  of  you." 

"I  don't  mind  going,"  she  said.  "I  never 
listen  unless  I'm  interested,  anyway." 

He  gave  his  dry  little  laugh.  "Good  girl!" 

But  of  course  then  she  hadn't  known  what 
she  knew  now.  She  had  wanted  to  be  part  of 
the  town.  She  wanted  terribly  to  be  of  service 
to  Haniel.  Every  Sunday  morning  Nan 
Broome  sat  in  the  pew  that  had  been  the  pew 
of  Haniel's  mother.  After  she  had  first  known 


STOP   AS   YOU   PLEASE   AT   INVITING    BEAUTY   SPOTS   ALONG    THE  WAY 


Dine  and  dance  and  sightsee  in  gracious  cities; 
play  and  be  gay  at  famed  resorts;  meet  new 
people,  make  new  friends. 


It's  all  so  different,  all  so  new  . . .  You'll 
want  to  stop,  sec  if  the  fish  are  biting. 
Or  go  shopping.  Or  get  out  your  golf 
clubs.  Or  relax  by  a  lovely  hike.  Wher- 
ever you  travel  in  Canada,  you'll  find 
ever  fresh  adventure.  This  year  lor  a 
real  change,  cross  the  magic  border  into 
the  land  of  Vacations  Unlimited.  Write 
for  detailed  information  or  use  the 
coupon  below. 

7  VACATION  POINTERS  — 
ALL  POINTING  TO  CANADA  IN  1950 

1.  New.  interesting,  "foreign"  atmosphere.  2.  A 
million  square  miles  of  scenic  playground. 
3.  Friendly  cities,  hospitable  people.  4.  Friends 
and  relatives  waiting  i<>  welcome  you.  5.  Lois 
to  do  —  sports,  recreation, 
sightseeing.  6.  Near  —  easy 
lo  get  (o  —  no  holder  "red 
(ape".  7.  Your  vacation 
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about  Medora,  it  had  seemed  to  her  she  could 
never  sit  there  again,  with  people's  eyes  upon 
her,  with  Medora  just  ahead  across  the  aisle. 
She  was  always  glad  that  it  was  she  who 
could  look  at  Medora,  not  Medora  at  her. 

She  opened  the  parish-house  door  and 
stepped  into  the  small  room  where  the  com- 
mittee meetings  were  held. 

She  sat  next  to  Mrs.  Beasley,  the  druggist's 
wife,  and  Mrs.  Beasley  said,  "Looks  like  a 
frost  again  tonight." 

"Yes,  it  does,"  she  agreed. 

There  was  Mrs.  Everett,  the  gossip  and 
hypochondriac  who  came  so  often  to  Haniel's 
office.  Mrs.  Prescott,  the  wife  of  the  school 
principal.  Mrs.  Petty,  the  minister's  wife. 
Medora  Jessup. 

Mrs.  Everett  was  in  charge  of  the  meeting 
and  she  said,  "Well,  we're  all  here,  I  think. 
Suppose  we  get  down  to  business.  As  I  un- 
derstand it,  the  Methodists  are  planning  a 
church  sale  of  some  sort  too.  The  thing  is  to 
get  ours  in  first.  We've  always  had  ours  ten 
days  before  Christmas,  but  I'll  find  out  their 
plans  and  if  we  have  to  have  it  a  little  early, 
we  can." 

The  doctor's  wife  thought,  Very  Christian! 
Or  she  meant  only  to  think  it.  She  became 
sharply  aware  that  she  had  said  it,  that 
Mrs.  Everett's  eyes  had  a  blaze  of  anger. 

"Christian?"  she  said  sharply.  "It's  no 
question  of  Christianity.  It's  plain,  ordinary 
common  sense.  We've  got  to  make  money  out 
of  the  bazaar." 

"Sorry,"  Nan  said.  "Speaking  out  of  turn, 
I  guess.  Just  seemed  a  little  materialistic." 

Mrs.  prescott,  a  pretty  little  young  woman 
with  humorous  mouth,  turned  and  winked  at 
the  doctor's  wife.  Nan  Broome  felt  better. 

"The  church  doesn't  run  on  air,"  Mrs.  Ev- 
erett said.  "We  have  to  be  materialistic.  .  .  . 
Now,  let's  settle  about  the  booths.  Mrs. 
Broome,  I  thought  we  might  ask  you  to  take 
charge  of  the  baked  goods.  Anna  Carpenter's 
always  done  it,  but  her  arthritis  is  so  bad 
this  year  that  it's  hard  for  her  to  be  on  her 
feet.  Is  that  agreeable  to  you?" 

"Yes,  that's  all  right,"  the  doctor's  wife 
said. 

"  I  thought  we'd  ask  the  Girls'  Bible  Class 
to  have  a  toy  booth. . . .  Alice  Samson  will  do 
the  plants.  I  hope  everyone  will  have  started 
something  in  the  way  of  a  plant  to  put  in. 
That's  always  a  very  pretty  corner. .  .  .  And 
the  herb  table — Medora,  of  course  we  count 
on  you  for  herbs  as  usual." 

There  was  a  brief  pause  before  Medora  Jes- 
sup said,  "No,  I'm  afraid  you'll  have  to  do 
without  herbs  this  year,  Bessie."  Medora  had 
a  wonderful  voice,  rich,  strong,  humorous. 
"I'm  sorry,  but  I  can't  afford  it,  even  on  a 
percentage.  I  can  sell  my  herbs,  and  I  have 
to  eat — or  I  like  to,  anyway." 

There  was  an  embarrassed  hush,  as  if  some 
sacrilege  had  been  committed.  Even  the  doc- 
tor's wife  felt  it,  felt  the  pain  that  must  have 
been  inflicted  on  Medora's  pride  by  those 
words. 

Then  Amy  Prescott  laughed.  "Good, 
Medora!"  she  said. 

"Well,  if  that's  the  way  you  feel,"  said 
Mrs.  Everett. 

"That's  the  way  I  feel,"  Medora  said, 
though  Nan  Broome  knew  that  that  was  not 
the  way  Medora  felt  at  all,  that  she  had 
enough  Jessup  in  her  to  want  always  to  be 
generous,  openhanded. 

"Then  I  think  that  takes  care  of  nearly 
everything.  We'll  have  to  dig  in  and  work 
from  now  on.  You  know  what  a  job  it  is  to 
collect  everything.  If  there  aren't  any  ques- 
tions, I  think  we  could  have  our  coffee  now. 
It  ought  to  be  just  about  ready." 

The  meeting  became  just  a  small  group  of 
women  sitting  in  the  warm  little  nx>m  gossip- 
ing over  coffee. 

"Well,  I  see  Micah  has  been  home,  Mrs. 
Broome,"  Mrs.  Beasley  said.  "Saw  him  over 
town  with  some  girl— odd-l(x>king.  That  his 
latest  conquest?" 

"Conquest?  Well,  she's  a  friend  -  an  artist 
he  knows,"  the  doctor's  wife  said.  She  was 
conscious  that  Medora  turned  and  l<x>ked  at 
her,  but  she  did  not  return  the  look. 

"Always  thought  Mu  ah  would  settle  down 
here."  Mrs.  Everett  said.  "The  doctor 
expected  him  to,  didn't  he?" 


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"Micah's  a  fine  boy,"  Mrs.  Petty  said  with 
some  gentleness.  "He'll  do  well  wherever  he 
settles." 

"Micah's  a  darling,"  Amy  Prescott  agreed. 
"What  was  the  girl's  name?  Peel,  did  he 
say?" 
"Yes." 

"Funny  girl  for  Micah  to  pick.  Must  be  a 
lot  older  than  him." 

It  was  Medora  who  laughed  now.  "She's 
twenty-seven — divorced  too.  Nice  girl, 
though." 

"She  certainly  looks  older  than  that,"  Mrs. 
Beasley  said.  "And  I  don't  know  how  you 
feel,  Mrs.  Broome,  but  I'd  never  feel  quite, 
right  to  have  my  boys  take  up  with  a  di- 
vorced woman." 

"Well,  he  isn't  married  to  her  and  doesn't 
expect  to  be,"  the  doctor's  wife  said.  "Don't 
worry  about  it."  The  meeting  began  to  break 
up,  though  Mrs.  Beasley  and  Mrs.  Everett 
lingered,  to  talk  over  the  rest. 

Amy  Prescott  walked  with  the  doctor's 
wife  as  far  as  the  corner.  "Sometimes  I  won- 
der why  I  bother  with  them,"  Amy  said  with 
a  rueful  laugh.  "I  get  so  mad." 

"Oh,  well,  they're  doing  their  duty  as  they 
see  it,"  the  doctor's  wife  answered.  "How's 
Robbie?" 

"  Oh,  fine !  He's  getting  so  he  talks  in  para- 
graphs now.  I  had  him  in  for  an  injection  yes- 
terday. . . .  You  know,  I've  always  meant  to 
tell  you  something — I  used  to  be  scared  silly 
of  Doctor  Broome.  And  then,  when  Rob- 
bie came,  he  was  marvelous.  He  just  couldn't 
have  been  nicer,  more  gentle.  Well,  maybe  : 
was  neurotic!" 

"  You  just  hadn't  lived  here  long  enough  to 
know  his  bark  is  worse  than  his  bite,"  the  doc- 
tor's wife  said.  "And  most  women  expecting 
babies  are  a  little  neurotic,  I  presume." 


^  Prejudice  is  a  great  timesaver. 
"  It  enables  one  to  form  opinions 
without  bothering  to  get  the  facts. 


"I  presume  so.  People  are  funny,  aren't 
they?  Mrs.  Beasley  needling  you  about  Mi- 
cah's girl — as  if  everybody  didn't  know  she 
wanted  Micah  for  her  Gracie!  As  if  Micah 
would  look  at  Gracie  twice ! . . .  And  Medora 
Jessup — well,  I  didn't  want  to  laugh  at  Me- 
dora. Only  at  Bessie  Everett's  shocked  face. 
Medora's  wonderful,  I  think,  don't  you?" 

"Yes,"  the  doctor's  wife  said. 

'"Tisn't  everybody  would  admit  she  was 
down  to  her  last  bean ! . . .  You  know  what?  I 
wouldn't  tell  you  except  that  I  know  you  can 
see  a  joke.  They  were  afraid  to  put  you  and 
Medora  on  the  same  committee!  Honestly, 
the  way  their  minds  work !  Just  because  years 
back  the  doctor  had  a  yen  for  Medora !  You'd 
think  you  were  still  in  the  high-school  stage ! . . . 
Well,  I  have  to  leave  you.  Come  up  and  see 
me  and  Robbie,  won't  you?" 

"Yes,  I  will— good  night,  Amy." 

She  was  warmed  by  Amy  Prescott's  forth- 
rightness  and  gaiety,  yet  saddened  too.  You 
could  not  say  that  Haniel  was  a  boy,  nor 
Medora  a  schoolgirl.  If  you  could,  it  might  be 
easier.  No,  their  love  had  grown  with  them. 
It  was  real,  everlasting.  The  women  on  the 
committee  knew  more  than  Amy  Prescott  did 
about  the  things  of  Windover. 

The  leaves  were  quite  gone  now.  The  bon- 
fires had  smoldered  along  the  curbs  and  in 
back  yards.  The  color  had  gone  from  the  hills, 
and  when  it  rained  the  trunks  of  trees  were 
very  black  and  bleak.  It  was  the  time  of  year, 
the  doctor's  wife  thought,  when  gossip  thrived. 

There  was  gossip  about  Rob  Prescott  this 
year.  They  said  he  had  made  advances  to  one 
of  the  high-school  girls.  The  doctor's  wife 
laughed  at  the  idea. 

"Well,  the  old  saying  about  smoke  and 
fire's  still  good  as  far  as  I'm  concerned,"  Mrs. 
Everett  said. 

"  I  don't  think  there  was  ever  any  smoke," 
Nan  Broome  said  good-naturedly.  "You  know 
Pansy— always  liked  to  get  attention." 

"Well,  she  gets  it." 

"Not  from  Rob  Prescott,  I'll  wager  on 
that,"  Nan  Broome  answered. 

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Mealtime  Adventures 


FOR  FEBRUARY:  A  Beatrice  Butter  Dish-just  25c  ami  a  label! 

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for  yours  today  —  because  the  Beatrice  people  are  closing;  the  offer  this 
month— on  February  28th.  This  butter  dish  is  a  value  I  know 
you'll  prize!  It's  made  bv  Blisscraft  of  Hollywood  in  a  very 
smart  and  modern  stvle.  The  material  is  the  famous  plastic. 
Polvstvrene  —  washable,  fade-proof,  odorless  and  sanitary. 
The  dish  has  a  jewel-bright  tray  and  a  crystal-clear  top  w  ith 
a  nice  little  quarter-moon  handle.  I  know  you'd  willingly  pay 
up  to  50c  for  it  if  you  could  buy  it  in  a  store.  So  this  special 
Beatrice  offer  makes  it  a  bargain. 

II < tic  to  aet  uour  buttrr  dish  -  for  onlu  S.'r  anti  a  label.  Simply  take  the  label  from  a  can  of  Vegamato 
Vegetable  Juice  Cocktail,  a  box  of  Chox  Instant  Hot  Chocolate,  or  any  LaChoy  or  Meadow  Gold  product.  Mail  it 
with  25c  in  cxrin  (please,  not  stamps  or  a  check)  to  Beatrice  Butter  Dish  Dept.  2.  54l)  West  Washington  Blvd., 
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Those  food  w  izards,  the 
French,  w  ill  tell  you  — 
butter  is  everything!  And 
in  my  cook  book,  "but- 
ter" is  Meadow  Gold 
Bitter.  For  I  find  that 
Meadow  Gold  has  a 
delicacy  of  bouquet  and 
flavor  which  tells  you  at 
once  it's  high  score  and 
churn-fresh.  Furthermore,  at  mv  store  — and  at  vours, 
too,  very  likely— each  quarter-pound  of  Me\dow  Gold 
comes  wrapped  in  attractive  aluminum  foil.  This  pre- 
vents "visiting"  by  other  food  flavors  in  the  refrig- 
erator, and  keeps  the  delicate  goodness  twice  as  long. 
Do  try  Meadow  Gold  at  your  house.  It's  as  different 
from  ordinary  butter  as  linen  is  from  cotton! 


SpeaU>< ©  f Batter — If  you  like  to  enchant  guests 
with  interesting  buttery  things  to  eat.  here's  some- 
thing to  trv  next  time  von  entertain,  iou'11  like  it  as  an 
appetizer  or  with  your  cream  soup. 


llenrioir  tiolil  Nutter  Hisruii.t 

-  cups  all-purpose  Hour  1  cup  Mcadon  Gold 

1  ■.;  ts|».  salt  Hutler 

-3  cup  Motion  Gold  t'.ream 
Sift  Hour  and  salt.  Cut  ill  butter,  i:.in:  pastry 
blender  or  two  knixes,  until  crumbs  resemble 
small  peas.  Vdd  cream,  a  tablespoon  at  a  time, 
mixing  and  pressing  ingredients  with  a  fork. 
Koll  ■  »'  thick  on  lightly  tloured  surface:  cut  with 
biscuit  cutter.  Bake  on  ungreased  cookie  sheet  in 
hot  1, 150" )  oven  12  to  15  minutes.  Ser> e  with  butler 
or  Meadow  Cold  Cottage  Cheese. 


If  you're  fond  of  cottage  cheese,  as  I  am,  let  me  suggest 
that  you  try  Mevdow  Gold.  I  like  it  because  it  s  a 
crttimeii  cottage  cheese  — light,  cloud-soft  and  firm 
wit  bout  being  watery.  Ask  about  it  at  your  food  store,  do ! 


urn 

I  love  Sunday  breakfast,  don't  you?  The  one  breakl 
in  the  week  when  there's  time  to  relax  and  en 
something  especially  tasty.  I  always  start  with 
e\ cry-morning  favorite,  a  tall,  sparkling  glass  of  ni 
red  Vegamato.  (1 
vitamin -rich  juices 
seven  salad  vegetables 
tomatoes,  red  beets,  cr 
celery,  carrots,  gr» 
peppers,  parsley, 
spinach  .  .  .  blended  * 
the  juice  of  real  lemt 
Then,  for  the  Sun 
treat,  scrambled  eggs  : 
special  wav 


Srramhivri  Eoos  irith  Ht  un  Sprmus 

vReeipe  serve*  3  to  4) 

lean  l.a('ho>  Bean  2  tbsp.  Meado»  (>ol«l 
Sprouts  (.drained)  lUitter 

1  tsp.  Lai  ".hoy  So>  Sauce  1  tsp.  salt 

2  tbsp.  dry  onions,  L$  tsp.  pepper 
cut  tine  Toast 

0  Meadow  Gold  Kgsis 

Melt  buttVt  in  larse  skillet  and  saute  onions  one 
minute.  Vdd  well-drained  Bean  Sprouts  and  mil 
lis:htl>  .  Combine  salt.  Soy  Sauce,  pepper  and  esse* 
and  beat  slisrhtly.  Pour  over  Bean  Sprouts  in 
skillet.  Scramble  and  cook  over  a  slow  tire  until 
(fgl  are  set.  Ser*  e  on  hot  buttered  toast.  Garnish 
x  it  h  small  cocktail  or  pork  sausages  or  ser*  e  plain. 

LaChoy  Bean  Sprovts— and  LaChoy  Mixed 
\  egetkbles— can  add  interest  to  many  dishes 
soups,  casseroles.  And  when  vou  prepare  Chop  Sal 
or  other  Chinese  foods,  vou'll  find  vou  can 
depend  on  American-cooked  LaChoy  ingredients  f 
uniformly  fine  quality. 

Wrile  today  — for  a  troo  book  of  25  <  hi  set 

Hooipo*.  Address  LaChoy  Food  Products.  Di  visit 
ot  Beatrice  Foods  Co.,  Arehbold,  Ohio.  Dept.  J-l 

How  about  a  Washington's  Birthday  Party  this  year  for  the  pocket-s 
citizens  in  your  family  ?  Children  always  love  parties.  And  this  would  be 
good  wav  to  excite  their  interest  in  our  country's  beginning  (an  interr 
that's  important  for  them— especially  these  days).  For  party  treat*,  ser 
cups  of  steaming  Cno\  —  the  rich  hot  chocolate  vou  make  in  a  minute  ju 
bv  adding  hot  water.  And  a  melt-in-vour-mouth  Devil's  Food  Cake,  mat 
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(Continued  from  Page  93) 
Jut  one  day  she  saw  Amy  Prescott  and  lit- 
Robbie  on  the  street  and  she  saw  that  Amy 
Iced  tired,  her  gaiety  subdued,  her  radi- 
e  gone.  That  afternoon  she  went  up  to  see 
iy,  made  a  fuss  over  Robbie,  let  him  climb 
on  her  ample  lap.  Then  she  said  with  blunt 
cDiness: 

'Look  here.  Amy,  you  aren't  going  to  let 
old  tabbies  upset  you,  are  you?" 
"No,  of  course  not,"  Amy  said,  but  she  did 
look  straight  at  the  doctor's  wife. 
'I  should  hope  not ! . . .  My,  I  like  the  way 
l've  fixed  up  this  old  barn  of  a  house! . . . 
erybody  knows  what  a  little  exhibitionist 
asy  Orrnond  is.  You  know  your  husband, 
u  know  very  well  he  doesn't  go  around 
king  passes  at  high-school  girls.  He's  just 

that  kind." 
\my  put  a  hand  out  to  a  pillow  beside  her 
the  sofa.  "No,  I  know  Rob's  all  right,"  she 
d.  "It  isn't  that,  Mrs.  Broome.  It's  done 
nething  bad  to  me,  that's  all.  It's  made  me 
te  this  town,  and  I  was  so  happy  here. 
-11  have  to  go  somewhere  else,  and  I  wanted 
stay  here  a  long  time," 
"Nonsense!"  the  doctor's  wife  said,  and 
:>ught  that  she  sounded  like  an  echo  of  Han- 
.  "  YouH  stay  right  here  where  you  belong 
d  get  to  laugh  at  all 
s.  For  there  are  a 
of  gossips  in  the 
rid  and  you  can't 
okl  running  against 
an  sooner  or  later." 
Amy  did  manage 
laugh,  but  it  wasn't 
ry  successful  laugh- 
"  You  make  me 
a  better,"  she  said. 
iH  the  same,  I  feel 
if  I 've  been  dragged 
rough  mud,  just 
t  of  pure  malicious- 
ss.  It  isn't  a  good 


"Aren't  you  the  one 
to  told  me  people 
ae  funny?  Well, 
ey  are.  And  some- 
nes  they're  petty 
I  sometimes  they're 
uel.  But  thev  ore 


\E\T  Mown 

"/  hear  tell  them  1  anks  i$  terrible 
talien  up  uith  hne~  Jean  s-aid. 

~  PTorLUv  urjrnen  talie  a  fano-  to  a 
fine^  simple  lad,~  the  minister  added. 


GEORDIE  had  never  been  away 
from  the  Scotch  Highlands 
before,  but  now,  itandins  on  the 
moonlit  deck  with  Helsa,  on  his 
way  to  America,  the^e  words  came 
back  to  him.  He  smiled.  People 
were  just  as  nice  and  friendly  here 
as  at  home.  .  .  .  But  if  Geordie  had 
been  even  a  little  more  worldly, 
wise,  he  would  have  scented  dan- 
ger. Read  what  happened  to 

CEORDIE 

Hm  ltacid  Walker 

complete  in  the  March  Journal 


Robbie,  you're  rnak- 

ig  Mrs.  Broome  all  wrinkles!"  she  said. 
Come  on  over  here  and  climb  on  mummy !" 
i  "Oh,  I  don't  mind.  He  can't  damage  me," 
te  doctor's  wife  said. 

"Then  if  youH  hang  onto  him  for  two  min- 
ies  more,  111  make  us  some  tea.  Or  would 

"Coffee,"  the  doctor's  wife  said. 

Amy  said.  "Good!  Two  coffee  addicts — 
id  one  big  pot.  then!" 

They  chatted  over  their  coffee  and  pres- 
itly  the  doctor's  wife  said  she  must  go.  Amy 
rescott  smiled  at  her. 

"I've  been  such  a  silly!"  she  said.  "Come 
gain  soon,  won't  you?  " 

"Yes,  and  you  come  see  me.  Bring  Rob- 
ie — I'm  a  real  good  hand  with  cookies!" 

But  she  was  sober  as  she  walked  home 
Trough  the  early  autumn  dusk.  Amy  Pres- 
3tt  was  disillusioned  and  she  was  going  to 
ave  to  work  a  little  harder  from  now  on  to 
e  happy.  She  wasn't  ever  going  to  see  Wind- 
ver  as  quite  so  good  a  place  again. 

She  found  herself  trying  to  tell  Haniel 
bout  it  at  supper.  "She's  just  a  little  show- 
ff.  Pansy.  But  I  wish  she'd  picked  sornebodv 
be." 

Yes.  He's  in  a  spot,  I  guess,"  Haniel  said. 

"The  Ormonds  ought  to  have  spanked 
"ansy  more  when  she  was  young." 

"She's  a  brat.  But  pretty.  Maybe  there's 
omething  in  it." 

"No!"  she  said  so  sharply  that  Haniel's 
hick  brows  shot  up  in  surprise.  "No.  There's 
lothing  in  it.  You  know  Mr.  Prescott  and 
tju  know  very  well  there's  nothing  in  it," 

"Well,  don't  get  in  a  commotion  over  it. 
>rescott  won't  be  the  first  man  in  Windover 
rho's  been  hit  by  gossip." 


Then  she  stopped,  stopped  dead.  She  could 
say  no  more  and  she  saw  an  embarrassed  look 
go  up  Haniel's  face. 

"Got  to  pay  a  call,"  he  said,  and  got  up. 

But  the  next  day  he  came  in  in  the  middle 
of  the  afternoon  and  as  he  stood  in  the  living 
room,  reading  the  afternoon  mail,  some  school 
children  went  by,  among  them  Pansy  Or- 
rnond, her  dark  hair  flying  in  the  wind.  The 
doctor  saw  her  and  strode  to  the  front  door. 

"Pansy!  Hey.  Pansy!" 

She  paused,  looking  around  in  surprise. 
"Me?"  she  called  back.  "Did  you  call  me?" 

"Yes,  you.  Come  on  in  here  a  minute." 

Pansy,  puzzled,  but  still  impudent  and  ex- 
tremely pretty,  came  up  the  front  walk,  gave 
a  backward  salute  to  the  boys  and  the  girls 
with  whom  she  had  been  walking. 

Come  on  in  here  and  sit  down,"  Haniel 
ordered,  and  Pansy  came. 

"What's  the  matter?"  Pansy  asked. 
"What's  the  matter?  You  know  what's  the 
matter.  You've  been  kicking  up  an  awful 
stink  for  Mr.  Prescott.  just  for  your  own  van- 
ity's sake.  But  you  still  know  what  a  lie  is — 
or  do  you?" 

"  I  haven't  told  any  lies." 
"No?  You  know  very  well  that  Mr.  Pres- 
cott never  touched 
you." 

"He  did  so!" 
"Look  me  in  the 
eyes.  Pansy  Orrnond, 
and  say  that  again." 

Pansy  tried  to  look 
at  him  with  bold  dis- 
dain, failed,  lowered 
her  eyes. 

"  I  thought  so.  You 
need  a  good  spanking, 
and  I've  half  a  mind 
to  give  it  to  you.  Stir- 
ring up  trouble  for  a 
decent  man  and  his 
wife.  I  won't  this  time, 
but  if  I  hear  any  more 
such  nonsense,  I  cer- 
tainly will,  even  if  I 
get  charged  with  as- 
sault and  battery. 
But  111  tell  you  what 
you  are  going  to  do, 
this  minute.  You're 
going  to  walk  up  to 
Mrs.  Prescott's  and 
tell  her  it  was  a  lie  and 
you're  sorry — and 
after  supper  you're  going  up  to  Mr.  Everett's 
and  tell  him  the  same  thing.  If  you  can  save 
you  face  in  the  process,  all  right  by  me,  but 
you're  going  to  do  it  Understand?" 

"  I  can't  tell  a  he,  can  I?  "  Pansy  said.  "He 
did  touch  me." 

"Touch  you?  Well,  what's  a  touch?"  He 
went  over  and  gave  her  shoulders  a  none  too 
gentle  shake.  "There.  I've  touched  you  too. 
Want  to  make  something  of  it?  . .  .  I'm  not 
fooling.  Pansy.  I'm  not  going  to  have  this 
kind  of  foolishness  festering  in  this  town.  And 
do  you  know  why  you're  going  to  do  what  I 
say?  Because  if  you  don't  I  may  find  it  nec- 
essary to  tell  your  father  I  saw  you  in  Duke's 
joint  on  the  River  Road.  Now  you  get  up 
and  go  up  there  and  do  what  I  say.  Ill  know 
whether  you've  done  it  so  don't  cheat." 

Pansv  began  to  cry.  "I  can't"  she  mum- 
bled. 

"You  not  only  can.  You  will.  Want  me  to 
go  with  you?" 

Pansy  nodded,  not  looking  up.  The  doctor 
strode  out  of  the  room,  opened  the  front  door 
and  let  her  go  before  him. 

The  doctor's  wife  sat  there  and  laughed  to 
herself,  but  suddenly  found  to  her  own  aston- 
ishment that  her  eyes  were  wet  with  tears.  It 
had  been  quite  wonderful,  she  thought.  Han- 
iel had  a  genius  for  such  moments.  He  didn't 
care  how  much  he  browbeat  people,  just  so 
he  got  action.  .And  maybe  Amy  Prescott 
would  be  able  to  laugh  tonight  really  laugh. 

After  supper  she  made  out  her  list  of 
people  to  be  solicited  for  baked  goods. 

The  next  day  she  went  to  see  Mrs.  Gray. 
Mrs.  Gray  came  to  the  door  with  a  towel 
wrapped  about  her  head.  *  I  was  trying  to 
give  myself  an  oil  treatment ! " 

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rhe  doctor's  wife  laughed  and  said,  "Let 

help.  It's  hard  to  do  it  for  yourself." 
iVhen  they  were  done  at  last,  the  hair  dried 
nigh  to  pin  up,  they  went  downstairs  and 

in  the  pleasant  living  room. 

'You  know,"  Mrs.  Gray  confessed,  "I 

m  to  mind  my  hair  getting  thin  and  dead 

re  than  anything.  It's  so  silly  and  so  un- 

Dortant— but  I  mind  it." 

'Naturally.  You  have  beautiful  hair.  Well, 

link  the  oil  rub  will  help." 

EN  they  talked  of  other  things.  The  doc- 
's wife  did  not  tell  Haniel  about  that,  but 
■  could  not  get  it  out  of  her  mind.  It  seemed 
ribly  pathetic  to  her.  She  didn't  think  that 
s.  Gray  was  vain,  it  was  just  that  her 
ely  soft  dark  hair  stood  to  her  for  all  her 
ith.  If  she  could  just  stay  as  she  was  till 
end  came,  she  would  have  courage  enough. 
'  I  think  I'll  ask  the  Grays  for  Thanksgiv- 
dinner,"  she  told  Haniel.  "A  turkey  lasts 
i  long  for  just  us." 
she  knew  he  did 
;  want  them,  that 
would  prefer  not 
3ee  Mrs.  Gray  ever 
lin,  but  she  asked 
m  all  the  same. 
'Oh,  there's  too 
my  of  us!"  Mrs. 
ay  said. 

'The  more  the  be t- 
.  We've  got  lots  of 
ra  leaves  to  the 
ling-room  table, 
ing  to  have  a  tur- 
y  anyway  — you 
t  come  along,  for 
e  got  my  heart  set 
it.  Maybe  Micah'll 
home.  He  always 
night  we  ought  to 
ve  a  big  family  at 
liday  time,  and  it'll 
ase  him." 
5he  did  hersolicit- 
;  for  cakes  and  pies, 
)wn  bread  and  rolls 
i  cookies,  storing 
funny  remarks  and 
:idents  for  her  let- 
s  to  Micah.  On  her 
n  initiative,  though 
rs.  Pavlok's  name 
s  not  on  the  list 
d  never  would  be, 
i  decided  to  ask 
11a  to  bake  some- 
ng.  She  never  came 
church  and 
'uldn't  have  been 
lcomed  if  she  had, 
t  she  sometimes 
it  the  children  to 
nday  school.  So  one 

>rning  the  doctor's  wife  went  up  to  the 
nsy  little  house  where  the  Pavloks  lived 
yond  the  old  railroad  station.  It  seemed  to 
r  she  had  never  seen  so  many  children 
der  one  roof.  Or  such  noisy  children, 
ley  didn't  stop  in  their  quarreling  or 
tying  when  she  came  into  the  house  and 
;  could  hardly  make  herself  heard  above 
;  bedlam. 
She  wrote  Micah: 

You'd  have  laughed,  hearing  me  yell  at  Bella, 
hought  maybe  she'd  have  some  old-country 
:ipe  she'd  be  proud  to  use — and  she  did.  Sure, 
;  had  her  Grandma  Dekanski's  recipe  for  lit- 
cakes,  only  why  should  she?  she  yelled  at  me. 
id  I  couldn't  for  the  life  of  me  think  of  any 
ison  why  she  should,  Micah.  I  shouldn't  have 
ne  there  and  why  I  did  I  can't  say  now.  Just 
unfortunate  impulse  toward  establishing  the 
iversal  brotherhood,  I  guess.  Only  it's  hard  to 
ablish  it  in  Windover.  .  .  .  There's  a  sequel, 
Id  I'm  almost  ashamed  to  tell  it.  Bella  came 
the  office  yesterday  with  one  of  the  children 
io's  got  ringworm.  And  she  asked  your  father 
I  was  in  and  handed  him  this  torn  old  box 
apped  up  in  brown  paper  and  said  it  was  for 
I;— and  not  that  blankety-blank  Dorcas  So- 
hty,  neither.  And  in  it  were  about  two  dozen 
the  best  little  hard  cookies  you  ever  ate  in 
iur  life,  all  filled  with  nuts  and  spice  and  fruit, 
iie  of  those  difficult,  expensive  recipes.  I  could 
ve  cried. 


She  did  things  as  she  had  always  done  them, 
writing  her  little  hoard  of  anecdotes  for  Mi- 
cah's  amusement,  doing  her  job  for  the  ba- 
zaar, helping  Haniel  when  he  needed  help, 
but  she  knew  there  was  a  difference.  And  she 
knew  the  difference  stemmed  back  to  her  talk 
with  Nell  Peel  up  in  the  sewing  room.  The 
facts  were  just  as  they  had  always  been,  but 
her  vision  of  them  had  changed.  She  didn't 
want  Nell  Peel  to  be  right  about  anything, 
but  she  knew  that  she  had  confessed  inwardly 
that  she  had  been  right  about  one  thing :  that 
apprehension  about  losing  something  she  had 
never  had  was  silly,  that  she  had  tortured 
herself  long  enough  about  something  that 
was  never  going  to  change. 

Not  long  before  Thanksgiving  a  letter  came 
from  Micah  saying  he  thought  he'd  be  able 
to  make  it,  just  for  the  day.  He  said: 

The  job  goes  all  right.  It's  a  somewhat  pica- 
yune job,  I  suppose.  I  take  care  of  the  orders 
that  come  in  for  reproductions  of  Oriental  art. 

I've  picked  up  a 


now 


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By  Marion  Linvawcaver 

Take  my  hands,  darling,  darling, 
darling. 
Spread  my  hands  on  the  broad 
hearth  of  your  chest, 
For  the  sea  wind  whips  the  grizzled 
grass  at  our  gate, 
Plasters  my  shirt,  cold  as  ice,  to 
my  breast. 

Now!  call  the  gulls,  migrating 
mackerel  gulls, 
Deserting  skim-milk  sky  for  the 
amber  south, 
For  fruited  air,  and  lawns 

embroidered  with  flowers. 
Close  my  answering  cry  with 
your  northern  mouth! 

Tell  me  the  snow  is  lovely,  the 
bare,  black  trees. 
Talk,  but  never  ask  me  to  name 
my  choice. 
Hide  my  face  in  the  deep  of  your 
shoulder,  darling. 
Anchor  my  drifting  heart  fast  to 
your  voice. 

*    *  ******* 


friend,  or  an  acquain- 
tance of  sorts.  He's  a 
young  chap,  a  resident 
doctor  at  Pratt  Diag- 
nostic— came  in  to  get 
a  copy  of  The  White 
Fox.  I'll  bring  you  a 
print  when  I  come — 
quite  nice.  This  chap 
seemed  such  an  odd 
sort  to  be  interested  in 
our  stuff.  Got  to  talk- 
ing to  him  and  he  asked 
me  over  some  night 
when  he's  off  duty.  He 
shares  a  room  with  an- 
other doctor  in  the  dis- 
pensary across  the  road 
from  Pratt — said  it 
would  be  better  to  come 
some  night  when  the 
roommate  wasn't 
there,  as  he  was  a  hea- 
then when  it  came  to 
art.  Went  last  night 
and  had  an  amusing 
evening.  This  fellow  — 
name  of  Bacon — had  a 
call  over  to  the  hospital 
soon  after  I  got  there, 
so  I  just  sat  for  an  hour. 
Apparently  the  doctors 
had  divided  the  room 
exactly  in  half,  for  the 
heathen's  side  was  cov- 
ered with  cartoons  hav- 
ing to  do  with  the  med- 
ical profession,  and 
some  of  them  were 
pretty  much  on  the 
bawdy  side,  while  Ba- 
con's side  looked  more 
like  a  monk's  cell,  quite 
bare  except  for  four 
very  nice  Chinese 
prints  and  a  row  of 
books  on  ashelf— books 
on  art  and  old  Eliza- 
bethan plays.  I  looked 
at  the  cartoons  and  several  of  the  books  before 
Bacon  got  back.  Bacon  is  a  queer  one.  Tried  to 
find  out  what  made  him  interested  in  Oriental 
art,  but  he  just  shrugged  and  said,  "Rut.  Doc- 
tors get  in  a  rut."  When  I  told  him  how  close  I'd 
been  to  being  a  doctor  he  said,  "Keep  out  of  it. 
It's  a  slave's  life." 

Micah  came  the  night  before  Thanksgiv- 
ing, just  as  his  mother  had  finished  stuffing 
the  turkey.  She  saw  at  once  that  he  was 
thinner,  older. 

"Hello,  pudding.  How's  tricks?"  he  said. 

She  kissed  him.  "Everything's  under  con- 
trol, I  guess.  The  turkey's  stuffed.  I'd  thought 
some  of  making  a  hickory-nut  cake,  and  if 
you  want  to  crack  the  pesky  things,  I  will." 

"Well,  if  I  can  find  that  old  piece  of  iron, 
I  will.  Otherwise,  no." 

She  went  looking  for  the  little  piece  of  iron 
with  the  hollow  in  one  end  that  they  had  al- 
ways used  for  hickory  nuts.  She  found  it  in 
the  woodshed,  brought  the  bag  of  hickory 
nuts  that  someone  had  given  the  doctor  last 
week. 

He  found  a  steady  spot  for  the  iron,  got  the 
hammer  and  went  to  work. 

"You  sound  as  if  you  liked  your  job."  She 
sat  across  the  table,  picking  out  the  nut  meats. 

"It's  not  much  of  a  job.  But  it  doesn't 
bore  me." 


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"Did  you  ever  look  up  that  Alsop  girl?" 

He  waited  till  he  had  finished  cracking  a 
nut  before  he  said,  "No.  What  made  you 
think  of  her?" 

"Oh,  I  don't  know.  She  sounded  interest- 
ing." 

"She  isn't,  not  particularly.  Talented,  but 
vain.  I'm  not  going  to  look  her  up." 

"How's  your  friend  Bacon?" 

He  grinned.  "Wonderful.  I've  seen  him  sev- 
eral times.  We're  in  the  way  of  being  buddies. 
His  Surgery  Boards  are  coming  up  soon  and 
he's  got  the  jitters.  Never  know  it  to  look  at 
him,  though.  He  took  me  round  with  him 
the  other  night  over  at  Pratt.  Called  me 
'Doctor'  and  got  away  with  it  all  right. 
Knows  his  stuff,  but  acts  as  if  it  bored  him." 
He  went  on  working  a  minute  or  two  and  then 
said,  "He's  got  a  funny  case  right  now — I 
must  tell  dad  about  it.  Swear  I  don't  see  what 
makes  the  woman  live.  Bacon  gets  to  worrying 
about  her  in  the  middle  of  the  night  and  gets  up 
and  wanders  over  just  to  look  at  her.  He's  not 
the  big  boss,  of  course — just  checks  on  routine 
things — but  he  does  check.  .  .  .  Says  he's  go- 
ing to  marry  when  he's  thirty-eight.  Haven't 
seen  him  so  much  as  look  at  a  pretty  nurse 
yet,  but  he  seems  to  know  a  lot  about  women." 

"  Well,  I  dare  say  the  exactly  right  girl  will 
turn  up  on  his  thirty-eighth  birthday.  Have 
you  met  the  heathen  roommate  yet?" 

"Oh,  sure.  McTavish.  A  good  egg." 

"I've  asked  the  Grays  for  tomorrow." 

"The  Grays?  All  of  'em?" 

"Yes,  all.  Maybe  you'll  get  the  extra  table 
leaves  out  and  put  them  in  tonight." 

She  did  not  mention  Nell  Peel,  nor  did  he. 

After  the  patients  had 
gone,  Micah  wandered  into  ■■■■■EM 
the  office  and  she  heard 
his  and  Haniel's  voices  go- 
ing on  in  there  for  some 
time.  They  sounded 
friendly  enough.  She  hoped 
Micah  was  telling  him 
about  the  queer  case  of  the 
woman  at  Pratt.  Haniel 
would  like  that. 

In  the  morning,  before   

Micah  was  flown,  Mrs.  ■■^^■^■1 
Gray  came  to  the  house. 

"Sit  down,"  the  doctor's  wife  invited.  "I've 
got  everything  started  for  dinner,  but  I  have 
to  sort  of  keep  an  eye  on  things  out  here." 

Mrs.  Gray  sat  down.  For  a  minute  or  two 
she  spoke  of  trivial  things  and  then  she  said 
quite  suddenly,  "  I  really  came  to  talk  to  you. 
I  feel  terribly  upset." 

"What's  the  trouble?" 

"  It's  Margaret.  She's  been  invited  to  Vir- 
ginia for  Christmas  vacation  and  she  wants 
to  go.  And  it  isn't  that  I  would  want  to  hold 
her  back,  either.  I  want  her  to  have  fun.  But 
if  she  goes,  half  guilty  about  leaving  us  at 
holiday  time — well,  she's  going  to  have  it  on 
her  conscience  always.  I  just  don't  want  that 
for  her.  ...  I  don't  know  what  to  do." 

"Yes,  that's  hard,"  the  doctor's  wife  said 
gravely.  "Perhaps  you  ought  to  tell  her." 

"No.  That  I  can't  do,  Mrs.  Broome." 

"Well,  try  not  to  worry.  If  she  does  go — 
but  I  don't  somehow  think  she  will  in  the 
end — then  she'll  just  have  to  have  it  on  her 
conscience.  It  may  even  be  good  for  her  in 
the  long  run — though  I  know  how  you  feel. 
We  always  want  them  grown  up  without 
having  to  have  growing  pains." 

"  I'm  not  late  for  breakfast,  am  I?"  Micah 
called.  "Oh,  hello  there,  Mrs.  Gray.  Nice  to 
see  you." 

"Hello,  Micah.  It's  nice  to  see  you  too.  I 
hope  the  Grays  en  masse  aren't  going  to  spoil 
your  Thanksgiving!" 

"  I  should  say  not !" 

"Well,  I  must  run.  The  boys  are  reason- 
ably clean  and  I've  got  to  see  that  they  stay 
so  till  dinnertime." 

AfTBK  she  had  gone  and  Nan  Broome  had 
poured  Micah's  coffee,  he  said,  "  Is  she  sick? 
She  l(X)ks  awful.  Mrs.  Gray,  I  mean." 

"Yes,  she's  sick.  Mortally  sick.  .  .  .  Look, 
Micah,  do  something  for  me,  will  you?  Give 
Margaret  a  little  rush  today  make  a  date 
with  her  for  Christmas." 

"Eh?  You  aren't  matchmaking?" 

"No,  no.  Well,  I  might  as  well  tell  you  the 
whole  thing." 


^  Who  can  doubt  that  we 
^  exist  only  to  love?  Disguise 
it,  in  fact,  as  we  will,  we  love 
without  intermission.  Where 
we  seem  most  effectually  to 
shut  out  love,  it  lies  covert  and 
concealed;  we  live  not  a  mo- 
ment exempt  from  its  influ- 
ence. —  PASCAL 


He  gave  her  a  quick  smile  when  she| 
done,  but  she  saw  that  the  smile  did  not  ( 
wipe  out  that  new  tiredness  in  his  loved 
"Leave  it  to  me,"  he  said.  "  I  won't  let  I 
away.  Just  leave  it  to  me!" 

Then  they  were  there,  the  noisy  bro 
boys,  brushed  and  shining  for  the  mon 
quiet  Mr.  Gray  and  Mrs.  Gray  and  Marg;| 

"What  courage!"  Margaret  cried  as  i 
as  she  was  inside.  She  was  lovely  to  loolfl 

"Hi!"  Micah  said.  "Well,  for  goodiS 
sake,  Meg  has  grown  up!  And  pretty  t<| 

Dinner  was  fun.  In  spite  of  all  the  out! 

edges  where  pain  lurked,  and  apprehenff 
it  was  fun.  Haniel  wasn't  called  away  I 
once.  Micah  was  at  his  gayest  and  rl 
charming.  The  boys  chattered  with  no  \ 
bitions  and  ate  with  frank  greediness 
was  somehow  heartening.  Margaret  te;| 
the  doctor  and  her  merry  laugh  rang  | 
often.  It  was  like  a  family  dinner,  with 
there  between  them  all,  and  cheer. 

"  Does  Cater's  Pond  freeze  over  for  Ch  | 
mas?"  Micah  asked.  "It  used  to. 

"Yes,  sometimes  it  does,"  Margaret  s| 

"You  and  I  are  going  skating  there  Ch| 
mas  afternoon." 

"I  don't  know  if  I'll  be  here.' 

"Of  course  you'll  be  here!  Why  woul  | 
you  be?  Is  it  a  date?" 

"No,  it's  not." 

"You'll  eat  those  words,"  Micah  ! 
"I'll  get  my  skates  sharpened.  You 
care  of  'em  for  me,  will  you,  mother?" 
"I  suppose  I  will,"  she  said  resignedl  I 
The  boys  and  Micah  kicked  a  ball  al  | 
the  yard  and  Marg; 
■HHHHI     her  coat  pulled  tight  al  i 
her  in  the  cold  wind, 
on  the  back  step 
watched  them.  The 
tor's  wife  joined  Mrs. 
by  the  fire  while  the  do<j 
and  Mr.  Gray  went 
the  office  to  look  at  t  he  c 
tor's  cardiograph  mach] 

They  went  home  at 
past  five.  Micah  walU 
home  with  Margaret 
they  were  squabbling  go 
naturedly  as  they  left.  When  he  came  bl 
he  put  another  log  on  the  fire  and  s;" 
"How'd  I  do?" 

"Wonderful,' 
was  it? " 

"No,  indeed.1 
"I  like  Margaret.  She's  young,  but  si 
got  a  good  head  on  her.  And  I  like  to  k| 
at  her." 

"You  always  were  a  sucker  for  a  pre] 
face,  darling.  She's  pretty  and  she's  nj 
That's  as  far  as  I'll  go  at  this  sitting.  Dtl 
get  any  ideas— she's  a  child,  and  child! 
aren't  my  cup  of  tea." 

He  went  into  the  office  and  said  goodl 
to  Haniel  and  Haniel  came  out  with  him  ;l 
walked  to  the  bus  stop.  She  didn't  go  w 
them.  After  they  had  gone,  she  sat  stj 
though  there  were  still  all  the  dishes  to 
It  had  been  a  good  day,  a  successful  day,  1 
she  thought,  It's  all  just  the  same.  And  I  id 
know  what's  the  matter  with  Micah.  either, 
the  Peel  woman — he  was  trying  to  say  that,  a 
her,  Mprgar< '.  was  a  child. 

After  a  little  she  asked  herself  somewl 
derisively,  What  am  I  waiting  for?  For  Han 
wouldn't  be  back.  A  day  with  Mrs.  Gr 
would  have  been  too  much  for  him.  1 
would  see  Micah  off  and  then  he  would  w; 
on  up  the  street  to  the  high,  old,  gray  , 
house.  She  wished  suddenly  that  she  h 
someone  to  talk  with  too. 

Winter  came  early.  The  day  after  Thanl 
giving  the  first  snow  fell  and  Haniel  had 
put  his  chains  on  for  country  calls.  The  vc 
first  night  after  the  snow  he  was  called 
the  Perry  Hill  Road  for  a  delivery. 

"All  light.  All  right,"  the  doctor's  w 
heard  him  shouting  over  the  phone.  "Hb 
(o  get  chains  on    ought  to  be  there  in 
hour.  Keep  your  shirt  on,  Judson.  I' 
there  in  time.  Have  some  water  hot." 

1 1(  went  out  to  the  big  old  barn  which  111 
used  loi  a  garage.  She  made  coffee,  put  it 
the  vacuum  bottle,  made  two  turkey  san 
wk  lies,  wrapped  them  in  wax  paper. 


P. 


'  she  said.  "  It  wasn't  so  ha 


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When  he  came  in  she  said,  "Want  me  to 
go  along?" 

"No.  Awful  night.  I'll  manage.  Her  moth- 
er's there — though  she  hasn't  any  brains." 

She  thought  he  wanted  her  to  go,  but  she 
did  not  insist.  This  was  one  of  those  nights 
when  their  partnership  meant  something, 
when  she  could  have  been  of  help  to  him. 
She  knew  Judson,  a  nice  enough  young  man. 
but  ignorant,  apprehensive,  no  good  in  an 
emergency. 

//  it  goes  wrong,  I'll  be  partly  to  blame, 
she  said  to  herself.  But  it  wouldn't  go  wrong. 
Haniel  was  a  master  hand  at  obstetrics.  He 
almost  never  lost  a  baby.  New  life  always 
gave  him  a  lift.  What  was  it  about  death  that 
so  defeated  him? 

She  heard  him  trying  to  start  the  car, 
heard  the  motor  racing,  almost  seemed  to 
hear  him  swearing.  She  walked  to  the  clothes 
press  under  the  stairs,  got  out  her  coat,  went 
to  the  office  after  a  clean  smock,  to  the 
kitchen  after  her  overshoes.  She  tied  a  scarf 
about  her  neck  and  went  out  the  back  door 
and  along  the  drive. 

He  had  just  got  the  car  started  and  yelled 
at  her  to  stand  back  so  he  could  make  the 
slippery  little  grade.  She  stood  in  the  snow 
and  he  rushed  past  her,  then  stopped  the  car 
on  trie  level,  opened  the  door  and  yelled: 

"What  do  you  think  you're  doing?" 

"Going  along.  Thought  I  might  as  well." 

He  kept  the  door  open.  "Get  in,  then.  No 
need,  though." 

They  didn't  talk  much.  The  snow  was  bad 
and  the  windshield  wiper  didn't  work  half 
the  time.  Haniel  had  several  times  to  stop 
the  car,  get  out  and  wipe  off  the  window. 
She  thought  about  Haniel  and  death.  What 
was  it  about  death  that  he  couldn't  stand? 
No  one  liked  it,  but  a  doctor  couldn't  fear  it. 
It  was  all  of  a  piece,  life  and  death.  But 
Haniel  didn't  accept  it. 

There  was  the  time  Micah  had  fallen  from 
his  bicycle  coasting  down  the  School  Street 
hill.  He  had  been  unconscious  for  four  hours 
and  Haniel  had  gone  completely  to  pieces. 
It  had  been  awful — she  couldn't  deny  that — 
but  its  greatest  horror  had  been  Haniel's 
collapse. 

When  the  old  doctor  died — and  no  one 
could  have  had  a  quicker,  quieter  death — 
Haniel  had  been  good  for  nothing.  She  had 
tried  to  talk  to  him  then,  though  it  was  in 
the  days  when  her  heart  was  so  sore  from 
first  knowing  about  Medora. 

"Look,  Haniel,"  she  said,  "he  was  eighty 
years  old.  He  was  ready  to  die." 

"Ready?  Nobody's  ever  ready!" 

"  He  was.  He  expected  it.  He  was  tired  and 
he  suffered  a  lot.  He  was  very  wise  and  he 
was  ready  to  die." 

"Oh,  stop  it,  Nan!  Stop  it!"  he  shouted. 
"It's  easy  enough  for  you — he  wasn't  your 
father!" 

When  the  Alwin  boy  died  of  infantile  pa- 
ralysis, Haniel  had  gone  into  as  much  of  a 
tailspin  as  any  Judson  ever  did.  Yet  he  had 
done  all  he  could,  calling  in  a  man  from  Bos- 
ton, even.  That  had  been  ten  years  ago,  but 
he  was  still  ashamed  when  he  spoke  to  Sarah 
or  Joe  Alwin,  as  if  he  had  killed  their  son. 

Perhaps  it  only  bespoke  a  tender  heart, 
but  it  seemed  something  else,  like  a  child's 
fear  of  the  dark.  She  had  not  loved  him  the 
less  because  she  felt  it  as  a  flaw. 

Now,  moving  through  the  night,  through 
blinding  snow  toward  birth,  ehe  found  she 
could  even  be  a  little  amused  at  herself  for 
fearing  these  last  months  that  she  might 
ever  love  him  less  because  of  this  flaw. 

"Thank  God,  this  next  drive's  it,"  Haniel 
said.  "Are  you  cold?" 

"No.  I'm  fine." 

Then  it  was  the  ever-familiar,  ever-differ- 
ent routine.  The  hot  water,  the  cheerful 
words,  the  moans  that  meant  women  were 
more  than  just  animals,  the  timing  of  the 
pains;  the  interfering  old  woman  who  had 
delivered  babies  herself  and  thought  she 
knew  more  about  it  than  Haniel. 

Once  Haniel  came  into  the  kitchen.  "Bet- 
ter come  along,  Nan.  'Twon't  be  long  now— 
don't  dare  let  it  be." 

He  had  to  use  instruments.  But  it  was  over 
at  last.  Mary  Judson  lay  there,  like  a 
drowned  kitten,  her  dark  hair  wet,  her  eyes 


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shut,  very  pale,  very  weak.  But  there  was 
the  baby,  a  big  bouncer  of  a  baby — eleven 
pounds  if  an  ounce,  Haniel  said. 

Judson  looked  ghastly. 

"Here,  drink  some  coffee,"  Nan  Broome 
told  him.  "Everything's  all  right.  Relax." 

"  It's  awful ! "  Judson  burst  out. 

Haniel  grinned  at  him.  "Yeuh,  awful 
enough  while  it  lasts,"  he  said.  "But  that's 
how  babies  get  bom,  young  man.  That's  how 
it  is,  you  know.  Drink  it  down. . .  .  And  don't 
worry.  She's  all  right  and  you've  got  another 
farm  hand." 

They  went  out  into  a  gray  dawn. 

"What  a  night!"  But  Haniel  sounded 
cheerful,  as  if  he  hadn't  really  minded  it. 

"You  liked  it,"  she  said.  "If  you  could 
just  bring  a  baby  into  the  world  every  day, 
you  might  be  quite  easy  to  live  with ! " 

He  gave  a  shout  of  laughter.  The  car 
slipped,  he  jerked  it  back  into  the  ruts.  Then 
they  were  home,  drinking  more  coffee,  falling 
into  bed  for  the  tiny  space  left  before  the 
next  day's  work  began. 

"I  spent  the  week  end  in  New  York," 
Micah  wrote. 

"Been  seeing  that  woman,  I  suppose," 
Haniel  said. 

"He  didn't  say  so." 

"H'mph!  Doesn't  need  to.  What  in  time 
does  he  see  in  her?  She  certainly  hasn't  any 
looks.  Dry  little  stick — that's  all  she  is!" 

"It's  hard  to  know  what  anybody  sees  in 
another,"  she  said. 

"You've  got  something  there,"  he  ad- 
mitted dryly.  "What  are  we  going  to  get  him 
for  Christmas?" 

"  I  don't  know.  I'm  knitting  him  a  sweater, 
but  I  don't  know  whether 
he'll  wear  sweaters  in  Bos-  VBHBbVH 
ton." 

She  had  always  loved 
Christmas.  No  matter  how 
bruised  the  heart,  she  had 
been  comforted  by  Christ- 
mas. ( letting  out  the  orna-  ■■BHHBBBl 
ments,  the  bright  balls,  the 
little  tinsel  angel  with  the  trumpet  that  Micah 
always  wanted  on  the  top,  wrapping  parcels 
with  gay  paper  and  red  ribbon,  making 
Christmas  cookies  and  fruitcake,  finding  last- 
minute  surprises. 

"We  ought  to  make  a  good  deal  this  year," 
Bessie  Everett  said.  "Money's  pretty  free 
and  we're  getting  quite  a  nice  lot  of  stuff 
collected.  .  .  .  Oh,  hello  there,  Medora.  How 
would  you  like  to  help  Amy  with  the  art  cor- 
ner? Got  to  have  some  of  the  pictures  hung, 
I  should  think,  to  show  them  off  good." 

"I'll  put  tacks  in,  but  Amy'll  have  to  de- 
cide what  and  where,"  Medora  said.  She 
dropped  her  old  beaver  coat  on  a  chair,  said 
"  Hello  "  to  the  doctor's  wife  and  joined  Amy. 

The  room  was  suddenly  too  full  of  people, 
though  there  were  only  the  four  of  them 
there.  Medora  looked  so  full  of  health.  Her 
faded-bronze  hair  seemed  to  have  some  spe- 
cial life  in  cold  weather  and  her  color  was 
ruddy.  All  her  clothes  were  old,  but  she  wore 
them  with  a  manner.  She  always  looked  like 
a  Jessup.  The  doctor's  wife  felt  her  bulk,  her 
plain  hair-do,  her  small  eyes,  felt  herself 
ugly,  unappealing.  It  was  this  she  could 
never  quite  forgive  Medora:  that  she  made 
her  apologetic,  that  she  made  her  inclined  to 
say,  No,  I  don't  belong,  with  him.  I  am  not  his 
kind.  You  are.  Take  him.  You  always  should 
have  had  him. 

"Look,  Mrs.  Bnx)me!"  Amy  called." How 
does  that  look?  Tcx>  crowded?" 

The  doctor's  wife  left  her  job  of  arranging 
dishes  and  came  over  to  eye  the  small  ex- 
hibit. She  was  very  conscious  of  Medora 
sitting  near  her  on  the  edge  of  a  table. 

"No,  it  kx>ks  nice,"  she  said.  "Something 
I  couldn't  do,  though— put  pictures  cheek 
by  jowl  that  way.  Micah  always  has  his 
walls  plastered  just  so,  and  it  looks  all  right 
too.  But  you  have  to  have  a  knack  for  it." 

"Oh,  tell  me  how  is  Micah?"  Amy  de- 
manded "How's  Ins  love  lil<  and  all  that ? 
How  about  that  artist  gal  who  set  Windovcr 
Chitchatting  so  hard?" 

"Sin  's  in  New  York  -he's  in  Boston." 

She  v.a  .  startled  hy  Mcdora's  von  c  at  hei 
elbow  saying,  "I  hope  Micah  marries  her 


■V  It  is  difficult   to  be  em- 
phatic  when  no  one  is  em- 
phatic on  the  other  side. 

— CHARLES  DUDLEY  WARNER 


She's  just  the  one  for  him."  For  all  they  were 
thrown  together  from  time  to  time,  the  doc- 
tor's wife  could  not  remember  Medora'sever 
saying  one  word  in  front  of  her  or  to  her  that" 

touched  on  her  personal  life. 

"Well,  we  don't  have  to  decide,"  she  man- 
aged to  say. 

She  was  glad  when  five  o'clock  came  and 
she  could  put  on  her  coat  and  go  home.  Amy 
Prescott  walked  to  the  corner  with  her. 

"More  snow!"  Amy  said.  "It's  going  to 
be  a  long  winter.  .  .  .  Oh,  I've  got  the 
most  beautiful  rocking  horse  for  Robbie- 
Pennsylvania  Dutch— I  wish  I  could  rock 
on  it  myself!  He'll  probably  take  a  lot  of 
headers  off  it,  for  his  feet  certainly  won't 
reach  the  floor,  but  he'll  love  it.  He  hasn't 
any  inhibitions  at  all." 

"He's  a  beautiful  baby,"  the  doctor's  wife 
said. 

"Oh,  he  is!  I  feel  excited  about  Christmas 
this  year,  as  if  it  ought  to  be  very  special. 
He's  old  enough  to  like  the  tree  and  every- 
thing. ...  I'm  feeling  so  much  better  about 
my  own  life  than  I  did  a  couple  of  weeks  ago. 
I  ought  to  tell  you  I  felt  better,  even  before 
Pansy  came  with  her  ridiculous  apologies. 
But  thanks  to  you,  I  could  even  laugh  by 
the  time  Pansy  arrived."  They  had  come 
to  the  corner  and  Amy  Prescott  gave  her 
arm  a  grateful  pat  before  she  was  gone 
through  the  snow  toward  home. 

A  nice  girl — a  very  nice  girl,  the  doctor's 
wife  thought.  /  like  her.  I  think  she  likes  me 
loo. 

She  thought  she  would  make  some  animal 
cookies  for  Robbie  for  Christmas.  It  was  the 
first  thing  she  had  thought  of  that  gave  her 
any  anticipation  for  the 
■■■■■■■■  holidays. 

The  snow  was  like  sand 
and  treacherous  underfoot. 
As  she  reached  the  steps 
of  her  own  house,  put  out 
a  iiand  to  the  railing,  she 
■■HHBflH  f  it  her  foot  twist  under 
her  and  seized  the  rail- 
ing firmly.  But  she  knew  she  had  hurt  her 
ankle  and  felt  a  sharp  twinge  of  pain.  She 
thought,  /  am  going  to  be  laid  up  for  weeks 
and  Haniel  is  going  to  have  to  wait  on  me  and  I 
am  not  going  to  be  able  to  bear  it.  Something 
awful  will  happen  if  I  am  shut  up  in  the  house 
for  weeks,  just  thinking.  She  managed  to  get 
up  the  steps  and  into  the  house,  called  Haniel. 
But  there  was  no  answer.  She  sat  on  a  chair 
in  the  hall  and  saw  that  her  ankle  was  swell- 
ing already. 

She  didn't  know  how  long  she  sat  there, 
with  the  pain  stabbing,  before  she  heard 
Haniel's  car  coming  in,  heard  the  door  slam 
and  Haniel's  steps  through  the  office. 

He  shouted,  "Nan !  Where  are  you?  "  Then 
he  came  through  the  office  and  saw  her. 
"What's  the  matter?"  he  asked  sharply. 

"Nothing  much.  I've  twisted  my  ankle. 
You'd  better  strap  it  up,  I  guess." 

"How  did  you  do  that?"  But  he  went  off 
to  the  office  and  brought  bandages  and  tape. 

"This  snow's  awfully  slippery,"  she  said. 
"I  don't  believe  it's  a  serious  sprain,  though— 
I  just  gave  it  a  little  twist." 
It  felt  some  better  when  he  had  strapped  it. 
"You'd  better  get  into  bed,"  he  said,  but 
his  voice  was  harried,  as  if  he,  too,  saw  all  the 
inconveniences  ahead. 

"Nonsense!  Get  me  my  bedroom  slippers 
and  that  old  cane  of  your  father's.  I  haven't 
got  time  to  be  laid  up  now,  with  Christmas 
coming  on  and  everything." 

"Maybe  we'd  better  get  Mrs.  Watts  in  for 
a  week  or  two.  You're  not  going  to  be  able  to 
get  around  on  that  foot." 

"Oh,  I'm  going  to  be  all  right.  But  maybe 
for  a  day  or  two-  just  till  I  work  up  a  little 
speed."  Yes,  that  would  be  the  best  way, 
even  if  she  could  manage.  Mrs.  Watts  would 
be  some  sort  of  bulwark  against  having  to  ac- 
cept waiting  on  from  Haniel.  "You  better  go 
call  her  and  see  if  she's  free,"  she  said. 

I  le  wasat  the  phone  so  long  that  she  thought 
Mrs.  Watts  was  refusing,  but  when  he  came  in 
he  said,  "She'll  be  over  in  an  hour  or  two. 
I  low  that  woman  can  talk !  She  had  to  tell  me 
about  a  thousand  reasons  why  she  couldn't 
come  before  she  said  she  would.  But  she'l 
coming." 


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Mrs.  Watts  stayed  for  a  week.  She  was 
gaunt,  strong  as  a  horse,  sour  on  life,  but  she 
was  unafraid  of  work  and  made  herself  use- 
ful. "Might  as  well  give  the  pantry  a  good 
turnout,"  she'd  say.  "Looks  all  right,  but  it's 
always  a  good  idea  to  have  it  straight  for  the 
holidays."  She  was  not  a  servant,  she  was  a 
neighbor,  helping  out.  She  ate  with  them, 
bullied  them  a  little.  And  all  the  time  she 
kept  up  a  continuous  flow  of  talk. 

"Funny  thing,  how  all  that  business  about 
Professor  Prescott  blew  over,  wasn't  it?  Some 
pressure  brought  to  bear  there,  or  I  miss  my 
guess.  You  needn't  tell  me  there  was  nothing 
in  it !  The  girl's  brazen  enough,  but  Professor 
Prescott's  got  an  eye  for  the  ladies — I've  al- 
ways known  that.  Way  I  figured  it,  he's  a 
good  enough  principal  and  they  didn't  want 
to  make  a  change  in  the  middle  of  a  term,  so 
they  smoothed  it  all  down." 

"No,  I  happen  to  know  there  was  nothing 
in  it  at  all,"  Nan  Broome  said.  "In  fact,  I 
heard  Pansy  admit  it." 

"You  did?  For  a  fact?  Well,  I  don't  know 
as  I'd  believe  Pansy  one  way  or  the  other- 
she's  an  awful  little  liar,  always  was.  I'll  bet 
you'll  find  out  in  the  end  it  was  like  I've  said — 
they  just  didn't  want  to  raise  a  stink  and 
have  to  change  principals  early  in  the  term 
like  that.  We  had  another  principal  like  that. 
For  a  little  town  we  certainly  do  have  a  lot  of 
scandals." 

Or  we  make  them — make  them  up  out  of  whole 
cloth,  she  wanted  to  answer. 

"  I'll  tell  you,  Mrs.  Broome,  there  isn't  much 
happens  in  this  town  that  gets  by  me.  I  don't 
say  much,  but  people  tell  me  things. .  .  .  Did 
you  know  Medora  Jessup  was  so  hard  up  she 
didn't  contribute  to  the  church  this  year?" 

"  No,  I  didn't,"  the  doctor's  wife  said  firmly. 
"And  I  don't  think  it's  so,  Mrs.  Watts." 

"Well,  'tis  so.  I  don't  spread  gossip— I  al- 
ways have  my  facts  straight,  Mrs.  Broome. 
You  can't  get  away  from  facts. . . .  My,  when 
you  think  of  what  the  Jessups  used  to  be,  it 
makes  you  think !  They  certainly  had  money 
then— where  is  it?  .  .  .  That's  the  front 
doorbell,  isn't  it?  " 

She  put  her  crocheting  down  and  went  to 
the  door.  It  was  Mrs.  Gray.  The  doctor's  wife 
welcomed  her  with  a  great  relief,  only  she 
wished  Mrs.  Watts  would  go  away. 

"  I  just  heard  you'd  hurt  your  ankle,"  Mrs. 
Gray  said.  "I'm  so  sorry!" 

"Oh,  it's  not  much.  I  can  get  around.  I'm 
just  being  lazy  for  a  few  days." 

Mrs.  Watts  took  herself  kitchenward.  Mrs. 
Gray  gave  a  small,  gentle  laugh  as  soon  as 
she'd  gone,  but  she  didn't  talk  about  her.  She 
talked  about  Christmas,  about  Margaret's 
coming  home  after  all,  about  the  fruitcake 
which  she  had  made. 

Funny,  Nan  thought,  after  Mrs.  Gray  had 
gone,  we're  just  alike.  We  both  know  what  death 
is.  .  .  .  Now,  why  did  I  think  that?  I'm  cer- 
tainly very  much  alive.  I  guess  I  just  mean  I 
know  what  it  is  not  to  get  excited  about  Christ- 
mas—but that  isn't  the  same  kind  of  dying.  Not 

truly  She'll  never  see  Margaret  graduate  

It's  queer,  you  can  manage  living,  even  when 
you  don't  hope  so  hard.  Maybe  you  even  man- 
age it  better. 

It  surprised  her  to  have  several  callers  that 
week  of  enforced  idleness.  Amy  Prescott  came 
with  a  book  of  acrostics,  knitted  like  mad  all 
the  time  on  socks  for  Rob.  And  Bella  Pavlok 
and  Billy  came  one  afternoon. 

The  week  was  over  at  last.  The  doctor's 
wife  could  get  around  with  the  cane. 

"Don't  know  how  you  stood  Mrs.  Watts," 
Haniel  said.  "But  we  had  to  have  somebody. 
I  saw  Bessie  Everett  over  town— she  wanted 
to  know  whether  you  were  going  to  be  able 
to  get  to  the  bazaar.  I  told  her  no." 

"Oh,  but  I  will.  I  can  manage  perfectly  all 
right.  No,  I'd  rather  go." 

Yes,  she  had  to  go  to  the  bazaar.  They 
could,  of  course,  get  someone  else,  but  she 
had  to  go.  Would  Nell  Peel  say  that  was  part 
of  her  martyrdom?  Well,  it  wasn't.  It  was 
just  something  she  had  to  do. 

So  she  went  to  the  bazaar,  which  was  an 
all-day  affair.  She  got  a  kitchen  stool  out  of 
the  parish-house  kitchen  and  sat  on  it  most 
of  the  day.  And  all  Windover  seemed  to  move 
into  and  out  of  the  parish  house,  picking 
over,  criticizing,  but  buying  too. 


Uefftj  Crockr*oses  wesson  oil  for.  this 

Sensational  Chiffon  Cate 


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CHERRY  SUPREME  CHIFFON 

Light,  delicate  Wesson  Oil  is  perfection  in  these  sensational  cakes. 
Helps  you  get  "chiffon  texture"... that's  angel-light... yet  melt-in- 
your-mouth  luscious  and  moist ! 

Heat  oven  to  325°  (slow  moderate)  and... 


1.  In  first  bowl,  sift  together : 

2U  cups  sifted  Sof tasilk  Cake  Flour 

(spoon  lightly,  don't  pack) 
IV2  cups  sugar 
3  teaspoons  baking  powder 

1  teaspoon  salt 
Make  a  well  and  add: 

V2  cup  Wesson  Oil 
5  unbeaten  egg  yolks  (medium) 
%  cup  cold  water 

2  teaspoons  vanilla 

Beat  with  spoon  until  smooth. 

2.  In  large  second  bowl  put: 

1  cup  egg  whites  (7  or  8) 
V2  teaspoon  cream  of  tartar 

Beat  into  very  stiff  peaks,  stiff er  than 
for  meringue,  do  not  underbeat. 

3.  Pour  egg  yolk  mixture  gradually 
over  beaten  egg  whites,  gently  fold- 
ing with  rubber  scraper  just  until 
blended,  don't  stir.  Pour  immedi- 
ately into  ungreased  10 "x4"  tube  pan. 


Bake  55  minutes  at  325°,  then  in- 
crease to  350°  for  10  to  15  minutes,  or 
until  top  springs  back  when  lightly 
touched.  Turn  pan  upside  down, 
placing  tube  over  neck  of  funnel  or 
bottle;  let  hang,  free  of  table,  until 
cold.  Loosen  sides  and  tube  with  spat- 
ula; turn  pan  over,  hit  edge  sharply 
on  table  to  loosen.  Slice  cake  into  4 
layers  (use  toothpicks  in  sides  of  cake 
as  markers  for  cutting  even  slices). 

CHERRY-NUT  ICING:  Combine  3  egg 
whites,  2  Vi  cups  sugar,  %  tsp.  salt,  % 
tsp.  cream  of  tartar  and*  V2  cup  water 
in  double  boiler  over  boiling  water. 
Beat  7  minutes  with  rotary  beater, 
until  it  "peaks."  Cool.  Blend  in  10 
drops  of  red  coloring.  To  2  cups  icing 
add  V2  cup  chopped  maraschino  cher- 
ries for  top  and  bottom  filling.  To  1 
cup  icing,  add  V4  cup  chopped  nuts 
for  middle  filling.  Use  remaining  pink 
icing  to  frost  outside  of  cake:  deco- 
rate with  cherries  and  nuts. 

*Of  General  Mills 


Wesson  Oil  saves  you  time  in  making  waffles  and  muffins— or  in 
any  recipe  that  calls  for  melted  shortening.  And  what  crisp,  digest 
ible  fried  foods  you  can  get  with  Wesson  Oil— your  biggest 
help  around  the  kitchen. 


^\fesson  Oil 


—makes  so  many 
good  things  to  eat 


m 

Wessofl 
Oil 


Cookbook  with  over  200  recipes !  Send 
name,  address,  25<*  in  coin  to  Wesson 
Oil  and  Snowdrift  People,  Dept.  A8, 
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Mild,  delicate  Wesson  Oil  brings  out 
fine  flavor  in  this  hearty 
SALMON  SALAD 

Your  home-made  Wesson  dressing  makes 
an  everyday  salad  tempting- 
dash  paprika 
Vs  teaspoon  dry  mustard 
2  cups  flaked  red  salmon 

(drained) 
1  cup  peas,  cooked 
1  cup  sliced  celery 
1  medium  onion,  sliced 
salad  greens 

Put  cooked  egg  through 
sieve.  Combine  with  next  8  dressing  ingredi- 
ents; beat  with  rotary  beater.  Salad:  Arrange 
greens;  top  with  salmon,  peas,  celery,  onion. 
Toss  with  dressing ...  6  servings.  Good  for  Lent 
or  anytime. 


1  hard-cooked  egg 
Vi  cup  Wesson  Oil 
1  tablespoon  vinegar 

1  egg  (raw) 

2  tablespoons 

chopped  parsley 
Vt  teaspoon  salt 
V4  teaspoon  sugar 
SURPRISE  DRESSING: 


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IN  YOUR  LOVELY  WILLETT  BEDROO 
IN  SOLID,  SOLID  MAPLE 

IVIayflower,  indeed— harbinger  of  happy  days 
ahead.  And  how  appropriate! 

\^e  buy  furniture  in  the  Mays  of  our  lives.  If 
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"Save  Mary's  bran  muffins  for  me!"  Amy 
Prescott  whispered.  "They're  awful,  but  she's 
such  a  darling!" 

And  a  fashionable  woman  in  a  mink  coat, 
a  stranger,  said,  "Oh.  I  don't  care  if  it  does 
have  that  little  crack!  It's  exactly  like  one 
my  mother  had.  I  must  have  it!"  She  stood 
there,  a  plainly  worldly  woman,  holding  the 
old  cracked  sugar  bowl  with  a  line  of  brownish- 
purple  thistles  encircling  its  fat  middle,  and 
there  was  something  in  her  face  that  made 
the  doctor's  wife  like  her  very  much  indeed. 

But  there  were  other  voices  too.  "More  of 

Lucy's  tatting,  I  see ! "  someone  murmured  

"Well,  I  don't  care — I'm  not  letting  Bossy 
Bessie  or  anyone  tell  me  what  I've  got  to 
buy!"  . . .  "Medora's  fading,  isn't  she"?"  . . . 
"Honestly,  they  ought  not  to  get  away  with 
it — five  cents'  worth  of  material  and  they're 
charging  thirty-five  cents  for  those  dusters ! " 

Medora  Jessup  was  helping  Amy  in  the  art 
corner.  She  didn't  look  faded  to  the  doctor's 
wife.  She  looked  just  as  she  always  did,  vig- 
orous,, handsome,  humorous.  There  were  lit- 
tle lines  at  the  corners  of  her  eyes  and  per- 
haps they  had  not  been  there  ten  years  ago. 
but  they  were  part  of  her  very  character  now. 

We  are  two  middle-aged  women,  the  doctor's 
wife  thought.  Two  middle-aged  women. 

The  baked  goods  went  quite  fast,  as  they 
always  did.  Haniel  had  said  he  would  come 
for  her  at  half  past  five,  but  at  five  she  glanced 
up  and  saw  him  coming  in  at  the  door.  She 
saw  him  come  striding  through  the  crowd, 
thinnned  a  little  now  as  it  approached  the 
supper  hour,  heard  him  grunting  out  greet- 
ings. 

"Nan,"  he  said,  in  a  low  growl.  "That 
woman's  here.  Come  on  home." 
"What  woman? " 

"Nell  Peel.  She  wants  to  see  you — I  told 
her  you'd  be  late,  but  she  just  sits  there 
waiting.  For  heaven's  sake,  come  on  and  get 
rid  of  her!"  He  strode  off,  came  back  carry- 
ing her  coat  bunched  up  over  his  arm.  helped 
her  to  the  car.  "For  Pete's  sake,  don't  let 
yourself  get  stuck  with  her  for  overnight!" 

She  felt  excited,  more  excited  than  she  had 
felt  about  Christmas.  It  was  odd,  but  she 
wanted  to  see  Nell  Peel.  She  went  in,  across 
the  hall  to  the  living  room,  her  cane  making 
a  little  tapping  on  the  floor  as  she  went. 

Nell  Peel  sat  in  the  window  seat,  just  as 
she  had  seen  her  another  day.  Her  fur  coat 
was  flung  on  the  sofa,  her  gloves  beside  it. 

"Good  evening,"  the  doctor's  wife  said. 

"Hello,  Mrs.  Broome."  Nell  Peel's  voice 
was  almost  as  formal  as  that  of  Nan  Broome. 
"I've  brought  you  your  picture." 

Neither  one  said  anything  for  several  sec- 
onds. Finally  Mrs.  Broome  said,  "Well,  where 
is  it?" 

"In  the  car.  I'll  get  it."  She  put  her  coat 
over  her  shoulders  loosely  and  went  out  into 
the  snowy  driveway  where  her  little  car  stood. 
She  came  in  carrying  the  quite  large  picture, 
face  against  her.  "Have  you  hurt  yourself?" 
she  asked,  glancing  at  the  cane. 

"Just  a  slight  sprain.  It's  nearly  well." 

Nell  Peel  carried  the  picture  over  to  the 
table  that  stood  against  the  wall,  stood  it  up, 
moving  the  lamp  to  one  side  so  that  it  stood 
free  to  the  sight.  Then  she  turned  lights  on 
and  said  in  an  odd  voice,  "There  it  is." 

She  did  not  offer  to  help  the  doctor's  wife, 
just  stood  there  with  that  strange  look  of  ex- 
haustion in  all  the  lines  of  her  thin  body.  Nan 
Broome  made  her  way  across  the  room  and 
looked  at  the  picture.  There  she  was,  sitting 
in  the  straight  chair  in  the  sewing  room  with 
the  autumn  light  from  the  window  across  her, 
giving  a  faintly  violet  haze  to  the  whole  pic- 
ture. Fat,  a  big,  fat,  unbeautiful  woman  sit- 
ting in  a  straight  chair.  She  had  not  given  her 
any  glamour,  had  not  been  kind  to  her  at  all. 
That's  how  I  look.  That's  how  I  am.  the  doc- 
tor's wife  thought.  Then  as  she  looked  at  the 
eyes  of  the  woman  in  the  picture,  she 
thought  again,  more  somberly,  That's  how  I 
am.  For  there  was  something  in  those  eyes 
that  included  the  dark,  still  house  of  her 
childhood,  the  lostness  she  had  felt  at  odd 
times  ever  since  she  had  left  that  house. 
There  was  something  there  of  hard-won  wis- 
dom, of  loneliness,  of  sorrow.  Then  she  saw 
her  hands,  her  hands  that  were  lying  clasped 
in  her  lap,  and  they  were  her  hands,  the  hands 


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which  she  had  found  comfort— useful, 
ang,  even  beautiful  hands. 
,he  had  not  known  tears  for  years.  She 
;w  suddenly  that  she  was  going  to  cry. 
rhen  Nell  Peel's  voice  said,  simply,  almost 
ldishly,  "Do  you  like  it?" 
'Yes.  It's  me,"  the  doctor's  wife  said. 
?he  heard  Nell  Peel  give  a  small  sigh,  saw 
sit  down  abruptly,  as  if  she  could  no  longer 
nd.  "It's  good.  It's  awfully  good,"  she 
i  "But  I  had  to  have  you  say  so." 
'Micah  won't  like  it,  you  know.  He  pre- 
ds  I'm  not  fat." 

'I  know.  He'll  hate  it.  .  .  .  He'll  hate  me, 
for  painting  it.  But  I  had  to.  I  didn't 
/e  any  choice,  Mrs.  Broome." 
\nd  the  doctor's  wife  thought,  with  a  sud- 
1  respect  for  the  woman  beside  her,  that  it 
s  true  enough— she  had  had  no  choice,  be- 
an artist.  She  wanted  Micah,  she  wanted 
i  quite  terribly,  but  she  had  had  no  choice. 
'You'd  better  keep  it,"  she  said  at  last.  "I 
it  hang  it  here.  The  family  wouldn't  stand 
it." 

'No,  it's  yours.  You  can  hide  it  in  the  at- 
if  you  like,  but  it's  yours.  I  might  borrow 
for  an  exhibit  sometime,  but  it's  your 
ristmas  gift." 

'Thank  you,"  Nan  Broome  said.  Then  she 
i  not  know  what  to  say.  It  seemed  to  her 
:y  had  said  everything  there  was  to  say. 
ou'll  have  some  supper  with  us?" 
'No.  No,  thank  you.  I  must  get  back.  The 
ving's  bad." 

'  Perhaps  you  could  come  to  us  for  Christ- 
s?"  the  doctor's  wife  heard  herself  saying. 
'No.  I  don't  think  I  will  be  coming  again, 
s.  Broome."  She  stood  up,  picked  up  her 
it,  shoved  into  it,  picked  up  her  gloves.  It 
med  impossible  to  let  her  go  like  this, 
^ell,  thank  you,"  Nell  Peel  said. 
'No,"  Nan  Broome  answered  with  great 
ivity.  "It  is  I  who  must  thank  you.  Even 
you  had  no  choice.  It  is  good  to — to  be 
oinded  of  one's  own  identity." 
'Yes,  it  is  good.  We  are  very  much  alike, 
's.  Broome." 

ND  then  Nell  Peel  smiled  at  her,  a  smile 
both  great  sadness  and  great  warmth,  so 
it  the  doctor's  wife  saw  her  suddenly  as 
jng,  sensitive,  lonely,  with  only  the  knowl- 
;e  of  her  talent  to  hold  her  against  dis- 
egration. 

she  put  out  a  hand  and  said,  "Yes,  I  be- 
ve  we  are." 

\nd  without  more  ado  Nell  Peel  went  out 
the  house.  There  was  the  sound  of  the  car 
Dr,  the  whir  of  the  motor,  the  sound  of  the 
'  backing  into  the  street.  /  should  have  made 
slay,  the  doctor's  wife  thought,  still  stand- 
;  there  before  the  picture. 


103 

Haniel  had  taken  refuge  in  the  office,  but 
he  came  into  the  house  part  now,  called  out, 
"Quick  work!"  in  a  relieved  voice.  Then: 
"  What'd  she  want? "  Then  he  came  into  the 
room  and  saw  her  standing  there,  leaning  on 
the  cane,  just  standing  there.  "What's  up?" 

"Nothing.  She  brought  me  my  picture." 

"Picture?  What  picture? "  Then  he  saw  it. 
He  stared  at  it  a  moment,  his  face  going  a  lit- 
tle red  with  anger.  "Good  heavens!"  he  said. 

"You  don't  like  it?"  she  asked. 

"Why,  it's  a  caricature!"  he  said.  "You're 
plump,  old  girl,  but  not  that  fat!  I'd  have 
thrown  it  at  her!" 

"Probably  you  would,"  she  said.  "But  I 
think  it's  very  like  me.  I'm  that  fat  " 

"T  isn't  a  bit  like  you.  It's  awful.  Won't 
have  it  around." 

"She  didn't  make  it  for  you.  She  made  it 
for  me.  I  like  it  and  I  am  going  to  hang  it 
right  there,  over  the  table." 

He  gave  her  another  surprised,  suspicious 
look.  "  I  don't  see  any  point  in  making  your- 
self a  laughingstock  with  the  neighbors. 
You're  a  good-looking  woman,  if  you  are 
plump." 

She  laughed  and  said,  "Well,  I'd  better  get 
supper  if  we're  to  have  any."  She  wished  that 
it  didn't  comfort  her  to  have  him  pay  her 
even  a  small  compliment  like  that. 

"We've  got  to  put  our  minds  on  Micah's 
Christmas  present,"  Haniel  said  at  supper. 

"Yes,  I  know.  I'd  thought  of  a  small 
phonograph.  I  don't  know  how  his  landlady 
is  about  noise  in  the  house,  but  he  is  fond 
of  his  records." 

"That  sounds  all  right.  What  do  you  think 
it  would  set  us  back?" 

"  I  don't  know.  Haven't  an  idea.  You  could 
ask  over  at  Brumley  tomorrow." 

"All  right.  I'll  do  that  Anything  you've 

got  your  heart  set  on?" 

"  No.  Not  a  thing.  I've  got  too  many  things 
now,"  she  said. 

"Might  as  well  have  something  you  want." 

"But  I  don't  want  anything.  Well,  some 
flowers  for  the  table  would  be  nice." 

After  Haniel  had  gone  to  the  office  and  the 
dishes  were  done,  the  doctor's  wife  went  into 
the  living  room  and  sat  down  where  she  could 
look  at  the  picture. 

Well,  it  looks  as  if  someone's  really  made  me 
a  present,  she  thought  wryly,  staring  at  the 
canvas. 

The  wryness  admitted  that  gifts  are  often 
a  burden  on  the  back  of  the  spirit  and  that 
this  was  such  a  gift.  For  the  woman  in  the 
picture  had  a  certain  frustration  and  loneliness 
in  her  dark  eyes,  but  she  had  the  strength  to 
bear  it — and  not  cry  about  it  in  the  middle  of 
the  night,  either!  Nan  Broome  said  to  herself. 


fl  was  just  as  unreasonable  when  we  were 
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LADIES'  HOME  JOl RNAL 


February,  1» 


Cental  "Research  Indicates  You  Can  Help 

Prevent 
Tooth  Decay 

COLGATE 

Ammoniated 

Tooth  Powder 


DENTISTS  THEMSELVES  USE  and  recommend  ammo- 
niated dentifrices  to  aid  in  controlling  tooth 
decay.  For  cavities  already  formed,  and  to 
safeguard  mouth  health,  visit  your  dentist 
regularly. 


CHILDREN'S  TEETH  NEED  this  help,  especially 
during  growing  years,  when  most  decay  dam- 
age occurs.  And  youngsters  love  the  refresh- 
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Tooth  Powder. 


Colgate's  Grand-Tasting  Dentifrice  Removes  Clinging  Film 
Gets  Teeth  Naturally,  Sparkling  Clean  1 

Notice  the  difference  Colgate  Amrnoniated  Tooth  Powder  makes — in 
the  clean  look  and  feel  of  your  teeth,  and  the  refreshed  taste  in  your 
mouth!  Its  foamy  cleaning  action  removes  film.  Its  minty  flavor  sweet- 
ens breath.  And,  laboratory  tests  indicate  it  may  help  you  avoid  pain, 
worry  and  expense  of  needless  tooth  decay  when 
used  regularly,  as  directed ! 

Colgate  Ammoniated  Tooth  Powder,  a  product 
of  Colgate-Palmolive-Peet  research  laboratories,  is 
based  on  a  formula  developed  by  University  of 
Illinois  scientists.  It  contains  the  wonder-ingre- 
dients: Dibasic  Ammonium  Phosphate  and  Car- 
bamide. Large-scale  clinical  tests  are  now  being 
conducted  to  confirm  its  full  benefits  in  prevent- 
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And  the  woman  who  had  painted  it  knew 
what  loneliness  and  frustration  were  too.  She 
had  to  know  or  she  couldn't  have  done  this. 

After  a  long  time,  she  made  her  way  slowly 
to  the  desk,  sat  down  and  wrote  to  Micah: 

I  suppose  your  friend  Bacon  has  a  family  and 
all  that,  though  you've  made  him  seem  very 
much  a  lone  wolf.  I  was  wondering  if  you'd  like 
to  bring  him  down  for  Christmas.  I'd  like  to 
meet  him  and  he  ought  to  get  on  with  your 
father.  Do  it  if  it  seems  feasible. 

She  did  not  mention  Nell  Peel's  coming. 

The  next  day  she  put  aside  her  cane.  Her 
ankle  was  still  a  little  tender,  but  she  man- 
aged all  right,  with  care.  She  went  to  see  Mrs. 
Gray  that  afternoon.  Mrs.  Gray  was  very 
thin  now  and  her  gaiety,  while  there,  was 
sometimes  slow  in  showing. 

Just  before  the  doctor's  wife  left,  Mrs.  Gray 
said,  "I've  told  John,  Mrs.  Broome.  We — 
we've  been  very  close;  it  seemed  wicked  not 
to." 

"That's  better,"  the  doctor's  wife  said. 

"  It  won't  be  too  long  now.  He  would  need 
to  make  plans." 

There  s  more  courage  in  the  world  than  I 
thought,  she  said  to  herself  on  the  way  home. 
/  must  make  her  a  Christmas  present,  one  very 
frivolous  and  happy.  .  .  .  They  are  so  close; 
they  have  always  been  so  close — yes,  they  have 
been.  You  can  tell  that  by  looking  at  them.  Quiet 
and  close — never  alone. 

Micah  wrote: 

Bacon  wants  to  come  with  me.  We'll  just  have 
the  day,  both  of  us,  or  a  night  and  a  day.  He 
seems  quite  pleased  at 

the  invitation.  I'd  better  ^^^^g^^^^ 
warn  you,  though,  that 
at  the  last  minute  he 
might  renege,  because  of 
that  woman  patient  I 
told  you  about.  She  hangs 
on  by  a  hair  and  he's  ob- 
sessed with  the  idea  that 
she's  his  sole  responsi- 
bility. He  looks  in  on 
her  a  dozen  times  a  day 
and  I'm  sure  he  dreams 
about  her.  Very  tricky 
case.  I've  told  him  there's 
a  skating  date  and  he's  ■■■^^^^^^^^H 
dug  up  a  pair  of  skates 

from  somewhere.  An  odd  duck,  but  you'll  like 
him. 

She  got  the  material  for  a  fine  and  fussy 
bed  jacket  for  Mrs.  Gray,  then  changed  her 
mind.  No,  her  gift  must  have  something  to 
do  with  life.  It  must  be  nothing  touching  on 
illness  at  all.  She  finally  found  four  very 
beautiful  odd  cups  and  saucers  in  Casper's 
Antique  Shop.  They  cost  quite  a  good  deal, 
for  they  were  fine  and  delicate,  but  she  bought 
them  and  wrapped  them  carefully  with  the 
best  paper  and  ribbon  she  could  buy.  She 
made  Christmas  cookies,  a  batch  for  Robbie 
Prescott  and  a  batch  for  Billy  Pavlok.  Han- 
iel  got  the  phonograph  in  Brumley  and  she 
found  a  corduroy  house  jacket  for  Haniel. 

Then,  though  the  days  had  been  curiously 
long,  it  was  too  abruptly  Christmas  Eve  and 
Micah  and  young  Doctor  Bacon  were  stamp- 
ing off  snow  in  the  hallway. 

She  didn't  know  what  she  had  expected  of 
Bacon,  but  not  what  he  was.  He  was  rather 
heavy-set,  though  not  fat,  and  his  face  had  a 
dull,  almost  sleepy  look.  His  speech  was  slow, 
as  if  he  were  bored.  There  was  nothing  truly 
appealing  or  romantic  about  him,  but  once  in 
a  while  he  would  open  his  dark  eyes  wide  and 
look  straight  at  you  and  you  had  then  a 
sense  that  he  was  very  intelligent  and  that 
he  just  played  at  being  slow  and  dull. 

"How  d'y'do,  Mrs.  Broome?  Kind  of  you 
to  have  me  down,"  he  said  in  his  flat  voice, 
that  couldn't  have  said  more  plainly,  /  am 
being  reasonably  polite,  but  I  don't  take  much 
stock  in  kindness. 

"Nothing  of  the  sort,"  she  heard  herself 
say  with  briskness.  "  We  invited  you  as  a  bait 
for  Micah-  so  he  wouldn't  be  too  lx>red." 

Micah  gave  a  shout  of  derisive  laughter 
and  Bacon  gave  the  doctor's  wife  one  of  those 
straight  l<xjks  with  which  she  was  to  become 
familiar  during  his  brief  stay. 

"Me  bored?  Never!"  Micah  Mid.  "Here, 
hang  your  coat  in  here,  Bacon.  Throw  your 


skates  in  here  too.  Is  there  skating— there 
isn't  there?" 

"Yes;  I've  seen  the  youngsters  go  by  w 
skates,  anyway.  We've  had  some  hard  free 
this  last  week.  .  .  .  Have  you  boys  eaten 

"That  we  haven't.  Had  to  cut  it  prettyf 
to  make  the  bus.  What's  offered?  .  .  .Ox 
on  out  in  the  kitchen,  Bacon — we'll  see  wl 
we  can  dig  up." 

Then  Haniel  came  and  the  three  of  th< 
sat  at  the  kitchen  table  and  ate  roast-h 
sandwiches  and  drank  a  good  deal  of  cod 
and  Micah  got  Bacon  to  telling  of  his  pecul 
case  at  Pratt.  Soon  Haniel  and  Bacon  were 
a  long  technical  discussion  of  the  case. 

Presently  she  said,  "There's  the  tree  si 
to  trim.  I'm  not  so  good  on  the  reaching  a 
I  left  it  for  you  to  do." 

"To  arms!"  Micah  cried  and  jumped 
from  the  table.  "Stuff  down  from  the  attic 

"Yes,  front  closet." 

"Come  along,  Bacon.  Stop  gorging  yoi 
self  and  lend  me  a  hand." 

"One  more  small  slice  of  cake,"  Bao 
said.  "What  a  child  you  are,  Broome! 

"Oh,  don't  pretend  you're  so  superior 
adult ! "  Micah  said.  "Didn't  you  bring  a  tiT 
sel  princess  or  something  to  hang  on  the  tree 

Bacon  felt  in  his  pockets.  "Overcoat," 
said.  "Probably  squashed  flat  by  now.  . 
Doctor,  do  you  join  in  this  nonsense?" 

Haniel  laughed,  and  when  he  laughed 
was  a  good  and  hearty  sound.  "Well,  yes 
it's  a  habit,"  he  said. 

Bacon  retrieved  the  betinseled  prince 
Micah  pulled  the  boxes  of  ornaments  out  frt 
behind  the  skates  ai 


SKIVVIES 

^  This  is  a  slang  term  among 
^  sailors  for  underwear.  The  early 
Scots  called  tight-fitting  trousers 
worn  next  to  the  skin  skivaclothes. 
roughly  the  equivalent  of  "crazy 
clothes."  The  term  was  adopted  by 
seafaring  men.  shortened  to  skivvies 
and  is  now  applied  to  any  undergar- 
ment. —  DAVID  T.  ARMSTRONG. 


into  the  living  roo: 
"You  can't  put  ti 
princess  on  top,  an 
way,"  he  said.  "A 
angel  has  a  reservt 
limb  up  there — has  he 
the  ticket  from  wa 
back!" 

Then  there  was  \ 
sudden  silence. 

"What  the   

Micah  said  in  a  quid 
■^■HBH^^H     savage  voice  after  ti 
silence. 

The  doctor's  wife  came  slowly  into  the  root 
and  saw  him  standing  there  beside  the  bi 
box,  staring  at  the  picture.  His  face  was  dar 
and  angry.  "My  Christmas  present,"  sh 
said.  "I  like  it — don't  you?" 

"I  told  you  not  to  let  her  do  it!"  Mica 
said.  "Didn't  I?" 

"Do  I  have  to  ask  permission?" 

"She  was  bound  to  have  it  there,"  Hani 
said  apologetically.  "Pretty  awful,  isn't  it 
Don't  know  what  she  sees  in  it — I  wanted 
throw  it  out,  but  she  wouldn't." 

Bacon  had  come  into  the  room,  holding  h 
princess  awkwardly.  His  slow  glance  tot 
them  all  in,  then  the  picture.  "What's  tl 
trouble?"  he  asked.  "You  look  like  a  mu 
derer,  Broome." 

"I  am  one — this  minute  I  am  one." 

"  I  say.  that's  very  good,  you  know.  Ver 
•fine,"  Bacon  said  in  his  slow,  unruffled  fash 
ion.  "Who  did  that — may  I  ask?" 

"Nell  Peel,"  the  doctor's  wife  said  clearhj 

"Very  fine,  my  eye ! "  Micah  said  sharpljl 
"It's  a  caricature!" 

"Caricature?"  Bacon  said,  turned  ant 
looked  at  Nan  Broome  speculatively.  "  I  don  , 
think  so." 

"I  won't  have  it  there.  I'll  send  it  back-l 
I'll  pack  it  tonight  and  send  it  back,"  Micall 
said. 

"You'll  do  nothing  of  the  sort,"  the  doc 
tor's  wife  said,  and  her  voice  sounded  as  un 
disturbed  as  Bacon's.  "  I  like  it.  I  like  it  righ 
there.  Let's  not  talk  about  it  any  more. . . 
Are  you  going  to  trim  the  tree  or  aren't  you 
And  I'd  like  you  to  take  a  package  down  U 
Grays'  before  bedtime  if  you  will." 

"What  branch  could  I  have  for  my  prm 
cess?"  Baron  said. 

Micah  gave  his  mother  an  odd  look,  lik' 
that  of  a  child  who  has  been  reprimanded  un 
justly.  But  Micah  could  change  his  moofl 
like  quicksilver.  That  was  the  way  he  wa' 
stronger  than  Haniel,  who  hung  onto  a  poinii 
like  a  bulldog,  even  when  he  was  beaten 
(Ctmtinurtl  on  I'ate  107) 


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"All  right,  fatty,  like  it!"  he  said.  "And 
u  hold  the  princess  back  till  the  last  mo- 
at, Bacon.  First  the  balls  and  the  tinsel." 
They  went  to  work  and  were  even  gay 
out  it.  At  last  it  was  done,  very  beautiful, 
ry  traditional.  They  turned  the  lights  on, 
>od  back  and  looked  at  it  and  were  pleased 
th  their  handiwork. 

Micah  jammed  the  wrappings  of  the  orna- 
;nts  back  into  the  boxes,  carried  the  boxes 
ck  to  the  hall.  "Gray's,  eh?"  he  said. 
Vhere's  the  box?  We  ought  to  get  our  date 
ed  up,  anyway.  Look,  why  don't  we  do  a 
tie  wait-singing?  Bacon's  got  a  voice  like 
laliapin's  or  somebody,  did  I  tell  you?  "  He 
•uck  a  note  on  the  piano  and  began  to  hum, 
sn  burst  out  with  Silent  Night,  Holy  Night, 
d  Bacon  joined  in  in  a  surprisingly  fine  bass 
side  Micah 's  tenor.  "Come — ccme,  the  box, 
fore  we  lose  our  pitch!"  Micah  said. 
She  brought  the  box.  "  Be  careful.  It's  frag- 
"  she  said,  and  they  were  off,  singing  down 
e  street. 

"Odd  chap,"  Haniel  said,  taking  out  his 

pe  and  sitting  down  where  he  could  look  at 

e  tree.  "Smart,  though." 

"Yes,  he's  smart  all  right." 

At  that  moment  the  bell  rang. 

"Can't  they  let  me  alone  just  tonight?" 

aniel  said. 

But  it  was  Mike  Perello,  from  the  florist's. 
ie  carried  the  box  to  the  kitchen,  saying, 
■•lowers, "  as  she  went  by  the  door. 
"Oh,  yes — you  said  you  wanted  some  flow- 
3,  didn't  you? "  he  said  and  came  along  be- 
nd her  to  the  kitchen.  She  opened  the  box, 
it  before  she  did  so  he  said,  "Thought  red 
ses  would  be  the  most  Christmasy."  And 
en  she  opened  the  box  and  there  was  a  great 
eaf  of  yellow  roses,  very  beautiful.  There 
is  only  a  small  pause  before  he  said,  "  Yel- 
w?  They've  made  a  mistake." 
She  couldn't  look  at  him,  but  she  said, 
Well,  I  don't  mind.  I  like  yellow  better,  as 
natter  of  fact."  She  reached  for  the  kitchen 
issors  and  said,  "I'll  have  to  cut  the  stems 
little  for  the  table — a  pity."  She  brought 
e  wide  shallow  bowl  and  began  to  arrange 
e  roses. 

She  knew  as  well  as  if  he  had  said  it,  that 
ese  roses  were  for  someone  else,  that  yellow 


roses  belonged  in  that  room,  with  that  woman. 
That  perhaps  now  Medora  Jessup  was  open- 
ing a  box  of  red  roses.  That  small  pause  had 
said  too  much,  had  said  it  was  not  a  mistake 
in  color,  but  one  in  delivery. 

They  moved  back  into  the  living  room  and 
he  said,  "Where  are  the  packages?  I'll  get 
them  down,  shall  I  ?  " 

"They're  mostly  under  the  bed  in  our 
room — a  few  in  the  sewing  room  with  a  cloth 
laid  over  them." 

"Look — we've  forgotten  Bacon.  We  ought 
to  have  got  something  for  him,  I  suppose." 

"No,  I  didn't  forget  him.  I  got  an  art  book 
and  a  tie." 

"Oh,  good.  Never  entered  my  head." 

He  went  somewhat  noisily  upstairs,  came 
back  with  his  arms  full  of  packages.  He  made 
several  trips.  At  last  he  sat  down  again. 

"Knew  Micah'd  be  upset  about  that  pic- 
ture," he  said  at  last.  "Thing  is — you  can't 
help  looking  at  it.  Don't  see  how  you  can 
stand  it.  First  place,  it  makes  you  look  mel- 
ancholy— and  that's  the  last  thing  anybody 'd 
ever  say  of  you." 

"You  and  Micah  are  used  to  me.  You  don't 
know  what  I  look  like,"  she  said.  "Bacon 
liked  it.  He  knew  it  was  like  me." 

"Well,  I  know  you're  not  gloomy,"  he  said 
emphatically.  "I  wouldn't  have  lived  with 
you  all  these  years  if  you  had  been!" 

"Oh,  I  guess  you  would.  If  your  meals  were 
ready  on  time,"  she  said.  "Don't  fuss  about 
it,  Haniel.  You  don't  have  to  look  at  it." 

But  she  saw  it  was  true,  that  he  couldn't 
help  looking  at  it.  It  almost  amused  her  to  see 
his  eyes  keep  returning  to  it,  angry,  puzzled 
too.  Once  she  would  have  taken  the  picture 
away,  perhaps  never  have  let  him  see  it  at 
all.  But  not  this  winter. 

"Funny  case,  that  woman  at  Pratt,  Bacon 
was  telling  about,"  Haniel  said.  "She  ought 
to  have  been  dead  months  ago,  he  said,  and 
it  sounds  like  it,  but  she  hangs  on. ...  I'd  like 
to  go  up  for  a  quick  course  under  Dameshek. 
Lot  they  know  about  blood  now  that  I'm  not 
up  on.  .  .  .  Fat  chance  I  have  of  getting  out 
of  Windover,  even  for  a  week!" 

"There  are  Brumley  doctors  who  would 
come  over  in  an  emergency." 

"At  a  price,"  he  told  her.  "At  a  price. .  .  . 
Makes  me  feel  stale,  listening  to  a  chap  like 


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CONFIDENTIAL  letferfrom  our  son  to 
his  mother:  "The  food  here  is  not  very 
good;  I  haven't  had  peanut  butter  once 
since  I  came." 

The  average  boy  uses  soap  as  if  it  came 
out  of  his  allowance. 

Nothing  improves  a  wife's  cooking  so 
much  as  a  visit  from  her  mother-in-law. 

For  most  husbands  the  version  of  the  old 
song  is,  "Take  good  care  of  me,  I  belong  to 
you." 

A  good  grandfather  is  worth  more  in 
helping  to  raise  a  boy  than  one  preacher, 
two  parents  and  three  psychiatrists. 

Ships  that  pass  in  the  night:  the  dog 
comes  in  and  the  cat  goes  out. 

You  had  to  handle  her  as  carefully  as  a 
loaded  dust  mop. 

"You  just  can't  imagine,  mother,  how 
much  Winnie  the  Pooh  has  influenced  her 
life." 

It's  very  simple;  if  all  clocks  need  re- 
winding, so  do  all  mothers. 

If  you  marry  a  girl  when  the  shadow  of 
spinsterhood  has  appeared  on  her  horizon, 
she'll  make  you  a  wonderful  wife. 


The  automatic  washer  certainly  made  a 
difference  in  my  life;  instead  of  one  wash- 
day, I  now  have  six. 

Lies  go  in  pairs;  you  always  need  a  sec- 
ond to  hold  up  the  first. 

Certain  virtues  must  be  cultivated;  hoe 
around  the  roots  of  a  child  from  week  to 
week  until  you  see  them  grow. 

One  of  the  most  serene  women  I  know 
says,  "I  do  not  care  for  things  too  saccha- 
rine; I  want  my  men  to  smoke,  my  poems 
not  to  rhyme,  my  children  to  have  a  good 
battle  now  and  then." 

I  had  to  confess,  when  asked  by  an  en- 
thusiastic guest  for  my  meat-loaf  recipe, 
that  it  contained  ground  beef,  leftover  ham, 
cracker  crumbs,  bread  crumbs,  catchup, 
oatmeal,  eggs,  cream,  bouillon  cube,  salt, 
pepper,  sage. 

The  elements  always  aid  and  abet  my 
husband;  he  can't  even  start  out  to  burn  a 
wastebasket  of  trash  that  a  near-cyclone 
doesn't  blow  up. 

A  man  will  never  know  the  deep  sense  of 
loss  that  comes  over  a  woman  when  her 
shoulder  strap  snaps. 

A  woman  who  deflates  her  husband's  ego 
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Bacon,  though.  They  going  to  stay  all  night 
at  Grays'?" 

"Oh,  I  expect  they'll  be  back  soon.  Mar- 
garet's home." 

He  puffed  away  at  his  pipe  in  silence.  He 
didn't  like  to  talk  about  the  Grays. 

The  boys  were  still  singing  when  they  came 
back.  They  paused  outside  the  window  and 
sang  Good  King  Wenceslas  with  a  fine  regard 
for  harmony  before  they  came  in. 

"  How  were  we?  "  Micah  demanded.  "Good, 
eh?  We  serenaded  Medora  too.  Bacon  thinks 
she's  a  pippin.  Says  if  she  were  ten  years 
younger  he'd  go  for  her.  He's  old  for  his  years, 
this  lad.  Poor  old  Medora— no  tree — no  noth- 
ing. .  .  .  What  time's  dinner  tomorrow? 
Thought  we'd  skate  before  dinner  if  it's  feas- 
ible and  we  get  our  stockings  looked  at." 

"How  did  you  like  the  Grays?"  Nan 
Broome  asked  Bacon. 

"How  did  I  like  them?  I  don't  know  that 
I  thought  about  liking  them.  Mrs.  Gray  will 
be  dead  in  six  weeks.  It  is  pitiful,  if  you  like. 
The  children  were  pretty  gay,  pretty  wild." 

Bacon  thinks  Margaret  ought  to  be  told — 
I  told  him  Mrs.  Gray  wanted  it  the  way  it  is." 

"Yes,  she  does.  Doctor  Bacon.  They  aren't 
pitiful,  the  Grays,  not  at  all.  They  want  this 
to  be  a  gay  Christmas." 

"I  think  the  girl  would  want  to  be  told." 

"Then  she  wouldn't  be  gay,  and  Mrs.  Gray 
wants  to  see  her  that  way." 

"  I  should  think  she  might  rather  see  her 
beginning  to  grow  up." 

"Margaret's  all  right.  She'll  grow  up  fast 
enough  when  she  has  to.  ...  Do  you  want 
anything  to  eat  before  we  turn  in?" 

"  I  could  do  with  another  slice  of  that  cake 
and  some  milk,"  Bacon  said.  "But  I'll  get  it, 
unless  we're  all  eating." 

So  they  left  the  boys  in  the  kitchen  and 
went  upstairs. 

They  managed  Christmas  morning  all  right, 
the  hurried  breakfast,  the  looking  at  gifts. 

Micah  and  Bacon  went  off  skating  at  eleven 
and  didn't  get  back  till  dinner  was  all  ready. 
They  looked  almost  as  if  they  had  been  quar- 
reling when  they  came  in.  But  they  went  up 
and  washed  and  came  down  to  dinner  before 
Micah  said  angrily,  "Bacon  here  thinks  he's 
God — he  told  Margaret!" 

"He  thinks  I've  betrayed  his  confidences," 
Bacon  said.  "It  hasn't  anything  to  do  with 
you,  Broome.  I  wanted  to  tell  her  and  I  did." 

"That  was  wrong,"  Nan  Broome  said 
gravely  and  sternly.  "How  did  she  take  it?" 

Micah's  "It  was  horrible!"  and  Bacon's 
"She  took  it  well,  courageously"  were  simul- 
taneous. 

"A  very  nice  Christmas  present,"  Micah 
^vent  on  angrily.  "A  very  fine  gift,  indeed ! " 
'  "I  think  it  was,"  Bacon  said. 

"Well,  it's  done,"  the  doctor's  wife  said. 
"Call  your  father,  Micah.  We'll  sit  down." 

In  the  afternoon  Haniel  dragged  Bacon 
into  his  office  and  talked  of  case  histories. 
Bacon  didn't  seem  to  mind.  Micah  helped 
his  mother  with  the  dishes,  but  he  was  quiet. 

When  they  had  done,  he  said,  "I'm  not  so 
crazy  about  this  Christmas.  Are  you?" 

"Oh,  it's  all  right.  I'm  sorry  about  Mar- 
garet, but  it  could  just  be  he  was  right,  son." 

"It  could  be.  I  don't  think  so,  though. 
'Tisn't  only  that.  I  guess  I'm  getting  too 
grown  up  to  believe  in  Santa  Claus. . . .  Dad's 
still  sore,  isn't  he?" 

"No.  He's  accepted  it,  I  think." 

"Dad?  He  never  accepted  anything  in  his 
life,  and  you  know  it.  But  he  makes  me  feel 
like  a  skunk,  and  I  don't  think  I  ought  to 
have  to  feel  like  that.  Down  at  Medora's  last 
night  I  wished  all  of  a  sudden  that  I  hadn't 
come  home.  Something  about  the  old  girl  got 
me  down.  Look  at  all  the  years  she's  lived 
there  alone,  her  money  petering  out,  her 
family  petering  out — well,  even  if  she's  got  a 
lover,  which  I  doubt,  it's  ugly.  Maybe  she 
has— somebody'd  sent  her  a  lot  of  red  roses. 
But  it  got  me  down,  somehow.  .  . .  And  then 
the  Grays.  Nice  people,  going  through  hell." 

"And  the  picture,"  his  mother  said. 

"Well,  yes— and  that." 

"Particularly  that,"  she  said.  "Why  don't 
you  like  it,  Micah?  Why  should  it  make  you 
angry?  If  you'd  hang  onto  your  temper  you'd 
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her  honest  best  at  painting  my  portrait. 
/be  your  vanity's  hurt  because  she  wasn't 
ng  to  insult  you — did  you  consider  that  ?  " 
I  reddened  and  was  silent.  Then  he  said, 
>w'd  you  get  it?" 
She  brought  it  to  me." 
Brought  it — here?" 

Yes,  she  brought  it  here.  It's  mine,  son. 

brought  it  to  me,  not  you." 

\11  right.  But  I  must  say  I  don't  get  you, 

K  You  disliked  her  so — what's  all  this 

isanship  at  this  date?" 

I've  changed  my  mind.  I  do  like  her.  I 

her  and  I  respect  her.  I'd  pity  her,  only 

doesn't  want  pity." 

pi7v  her?"  His  voice  was  scornful. 

5he  is  very  tired,  very  lonely.  And  I  sup- 

:  she  loves  you  a  good  deal." 

Loves  me !  You  don't  insult  and  torment 

:rson  in  every  way  if  you  love  him!" 

[  wouldn't  know  about  that.  I  dare  say 

takes  different  people  in  different  ways, 
since  you  don't  love  her  and  have  no  in- 
ion  of  marrying  her,  does  it  matter?  I 

say  you  would  always  come  second  in 
-egard  anyway.  Her  first  love  is  painting 
I  expect  it  always  will  be." 
e  got  up  and  looked  out  the  window, 
t  last  she  said,  "  It  is  nearly  always  true 
.  men,  isn't  it?  Why  do  you  object  to  it 
woman?" 

Sfou're  hitting  below  the  belt  today,  dar- 
"  he  said,  not  turning.  "  It  isn't  like  you." 
ifou  don't  know  what's  like  me  and  what 
.  Just  as  with  the  picture.  It  is  like  me, 
Lher  you  want  it  that  way  or  not.  But  if 
Peel  doesn't  interest  you,  why  do  we 
about  her?" 

icon  came  up  the  stairs  and  Micah  went 
ind  joined  him.  They  went  into  the  guest 
i  together  and  stayed 
an  hour  or  so,  then  ^^■■■■■M 
ihcame  down  and  tried 
some  of  his  new  rec- 


tiey  took  the  evening 
back  and  Bacon  said, 
lope  you  ask  me  again,  ■HOMMBi 
.  Broome.  I've  got  an 
•est  in  the  tree  now."  He  spoke  in  his 
J  uninflected  manner,  but  Nan  Broome 
warmly: 

Sfes,  we  will  expect  you  next  year." 
kid  don't  worry  about  the  Gray  girl,  Mrs. 
>me.  I  am  going  to  marry  her  and  I'll  take 
of  her  all  right.  Interferes  with  my  plans 
tie,  but  that's  the  way  it  is.  .  .  .  Mr. 
|r*H  marry  again.  Men  happily  married 
tys  do.  It  will  work  out." 
aniel  gave  a  great  snort.  "Good  heavens, 
haven't  asked  her,  have  you?  " 
Dh,  no — not  yet.  But  I've  decided,"  Ba- 
aid.  It  should  have  been  funny  but,  curi- 
y,  it  was  not.  "  I  hope  youll  come  up  and 
Pratt  over.  Might  interest  you,  doctor." 
Perhaps  I  will,"  Haniel  said.  "If  I  can 
escape  this  treadmill  long  enough."  They 
gone  and  Haniel  said,  "Did  you  hear 
1 1  heard?" 

fes.  Do  you  know,  I  believe  he  meant  it. 
planned  not  to  get  married  till  he  was 
y-eight.  I  wonder  if  Margaret  knows  it?  " 

nowed  the  day  of  Mrs.  Gray's  funeral, 
ick  wet  snow  that  blotted  out  ugliness, 
d  every  limb  and  twig.  A  sad  and  yet  a 
itiful  day  for  a  funeral, 
ley  had  run  the  plow  through  the  cem- 
f  road,  but  the  snow  was  deep  and  wet 
it  the  grave.  Margaret  stood  holding  a 
her  by  either  hand  and  the  doctor's  wife 
ight,  She  has  grown  up.  She  has  indeed, 
child.  She  wasn't  dressed  in  black,  but  in 
ordinary  school  clothes, 
le  day  after  Micah  and  Bacon  had  gone 
:  to  Boston,  Margaret  had  come  into  the 
len  early  in  the  morning  and  said,  "I 
t  stand  it,  Mrs.  Broome.  I  can't  stand  it." 
an  had  comforted  her  as  best  she  could, 
ing  of  her  mother's  great  courage,  and  at 
Margaret  had  quieted.  "  She  wanted  it  to 
happy  Christmas  for  you  to  remember, 
latter  what,"  Nan  said. 
But,  Mrs.  Broome,  I  can't  just  be  gay  as 
■thing  were  wrong.  It's  horrible." 
Perhaps  you  will  have  to  tell  her,  you 
v.  Perhaps  it  would  be  better,  child.  It 
it  comfort  her  to  have  you  know.  I  can 


^  "My  dear,  we  live  in  a  time 
^  of  transition,"  said  Adam 
to  Eve,  as  they  walked  out  of 
Paradise.  — DEAN  INGE. 


see  it  would  be  almost  impossible  to  pre- 
tend—and the  truth  is  almost  always  best." 

Margaret  had  sat  there,  desolate,  and  finally 
had  said  quite  calmly,  "Yes,  I  will  go  home 
and  tell  her.  It  will  be  better  that  way.  I  can't 
go  back  to  school." 

"But  I  think  you  have  to  do  just  that.  Mar- 
garet. Of  all  things,  she  wants  most  that  you 
finish  college." 

"He  said  ...  six  weeks,"  Margaret  said. 

"He  can't  know,  not  exactly.  But  I  do  not 
think  it  will  be  long." 

Well,  she  had  gone  home  and  told  her 
mother.  She  had  gone  back  to  college.  She 
had  written  every  day,  and  her  letters  had 
truly  given  Mrs.  Gray  almost  superhuman 
courage.  Bacon,  the  doctor's  wife  thought 
now,  had  been  right.  Margaret  deserved  to 
know,  to  have  the  chance  to  become  mature 
before  her  mother's  eyes.  She  had  not  men- 
tioned Bacon's  preposterous  statement  that 
he  was  going  to  marry  Margaret.  It  would 
be  a  strange  marriage,  she  thought,  but  per- 
haps a  good  one. 

The  voice  of  the  Reverend  Mr.  Carey 
was  going  on  steadily,  gravely,  beyond  her 
thoughts.  The  gay,  brave  little  minister's  wife 
was  gone,  gone  so  quietly,  like  the  snow,  with- 
out cry  or  complaint.  Only  Haniel  had  seen 
no  beauty  in  her  going.  He  had  attended  her 
at  the  end  impatiently,  angrily.  He  was  al- 
most never  home  till  late  at  night.  Some  days 
his  hand  shook  on  his  coffee  cup.  But  he  had 
been  nice  to  Margaret.  He  had  got  a  nurse  at 
the  last,  he  had  advanced  some  money  for 
school  so  Margaret  wouldn't  have  to  give  up. 
He  had  called  her  up  at  college  and  reported 
on  Mrs.  Gray's  condition.  It  was  only  with 
Mrs.  Gray  that  he  was  lost,  angry,  helpless. 

  Nan  grieved  for  Mrs. 

■■■■■^■J  Gray's  going.  She  had  liked 
her  very  much,  but  she 
hadn't  been  intimate  with 
her  in  her  first  years  there. 
It  was  only  toward  the  last 
that  there  had  seemed  this 
■■■■■■m      firm  bond  between  them. 

"We — we've  been  very 
close" — those  were  the  words  she  remem- 
bered best.  The  little  woman  and  John  Gray 
had  walked  together  all  the  way  of  their 
rather  poor,  hurried  life. 

And  if  I  were  to  die  tonight?  the  doctor's 
wife  thought.  Would  anyone  say  that  of  us? 

She  looked  up  at  her  picture.  Perhaps  the 
thing  I  am  waiting  for  is  that  I  must  tell  him 
all  this,  go  away  at  last  and  let  him  finish  his 
life  the  way  it  was  meant  to  be  from  the  begin- 
ning, she  thought  suddenly.  The  dark  eyes  in 
the  picture  looked  back  at  her  with  some- 
thing that  seemed  for  the  moment  to  be  mock- 
ery. She  tried  to  go  on  in  the  same  vein.  / 
might  as  well  be  somewhere  else  alone  as  here. 

The  thought  of  not  seeing  Haniel's  tall  fig- 
ure, his  furrowed,  angry  face  ever  again,  of 
not  hearing  his  impatient  voice  calling  out 
"Nan!"  was  silly,  just  plain  silly.  She  could 
not  say  honestly  that  she  might  as  well  be 
somewhere  else.  It  just  wasn't  true.  The 
thought,  even,  of  handing  Haniel  over  to 
Medora  was  silly.  It  would  be  a  shock  to  him 
to  have  a  change  in  the  status  quo.  He  had 
had  her  to  care  for  him,  bear  with  his  tem- 
pers, help  him,  understand  him— and  he'd 
had  Medora  to  worship.  He  loved  his  job  and 
was  respected. 

//  would  have  been  easier  if  I  could  have  hated 
her,  she  thought. 

But  she  knew  she  didn't  hate  Medora,  that 
there  had  never  been  anything  to  fasten  her 
hate  onto  beyond  Haniel's  visits  there.  Me- 
dora had  never  been  triumphant;  she  had 
gone  her  busy  way,  worked  with  her  herbs, 
was  civil  when  she  had  to  be,  but  never  pre- 
tended to  any  intimacy.  Haniel  was  loyal, 
yes,  and  who  would  not  have  been  loyal  to 
Medora  Jessup?  He'd  never  said  he  loved 
Nan.  He'd  proposed  a  partnership  and  a  part- 
nership they  had  had. 

Nell  Peel  didn't  know  how  it  had  all  come 
about,  but  she  did  know  that  it  was  futile  to 
knock  your  head  or  your  heart  against  a  stone 
wall.  She  knew  that  diseased  places  had  to  be 
cut  out  or  healed  over,  that  wounds  were  not 
to  be  tampered  with  or  enjoyed. 

She  got  up  from  her  chair,  made  a  small 
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was  a  little  quiet  in  the  days  after  Mrs. 
Gray's  funeral,  however. 

"Expecting  someone?"  Haniel  said  once. 

"No.  Why?" 

"  You  seemed  to  be  listening  for  something." 

"Oh?  No,  I  guess  I'm  just  getting  ab- 
sent-minded." 

He  gave  her  a  sharp  look  and  said,  "Off 
your  feed  a  bit.  old  girl?  Time  for  sulphur 
and  molasses,  maybe." 

"No,  I  feel  fine." 

"  Don't  look  it,"  he  insisted.  "Know  what 
you  look  like — that  blasted  picture  in  there ! " 

She  laughed.  "Well,  why  shouldn't  I?" 

"  Guess  Micah's  off  that  woman,  anyway — 
that's  one  good  thing." 

"  He  didn't  say  much.  I  don't  know  whether 
he  sees  her  or  not.  We  can't  manage  his 
affairs  any  more." 

"Well,  I'd  certainly  have  a  good  try  at  it 
if  I  saw  him  messing  up  his  life  with  her ! " 

"  I  don't  think  we  can  do  anything  about 
it.  He'll  have  to  work  it  out  himself." 

"That's  a  different  tune  than  you  were 
whistling  in  the  fall." 

"Well,  maybe  I'm  different  than  I  was  in 
the  fall.  I  guess  I  was  a  little  too  sure  of  my 
own  opinions  then.  I  don't  honestly  care 
whether  he  marries  her  or  not." 

He  stared  at  her  in  astonishment.  "What's 
got  into  you?" 

"Oh,  I  don't  know,  Haniel.  Nothing.'' 

"You  don't  sound  like  yourself.  Take  it 
easy  for  a  while,  why  don't  you?  We  could 
get  someone  in — only  not  Mrs.  Watts." 

"No,  no.  I'm  fine.  I  don't  want  any  help." 

In  the  middle  of  February  she  had  a  letter 
from  Micah: 

'Keep  this  under  your  hat,  mom,  till  it's  all 
settled.  Maybe  I  can't  pull  it  off.  But  I'm  get- 
ting my  papers  in  order  from  Yale  and  I  think 
I'm  going  to  get  in  at  Tufts  and  finish  up  the 
doctor  business.  Then  I  might  get  taken  at  Pratt 
for  a  year  or  two.  Time's  been  wasted,  I  know  — 
but  I'd  never  have  settled  to  anything  unless 
I'd  tried  something  else.  I  suppose  palling  around 
with  Bacon's  had  its  effect  on  me.  I  still  like  my 
job,  mediocre  as  it  is.  Think  I  could  go  a  long 
way  and  not  be  really  bored  by  Oriental  art — 
but  as  dad  has  said  all  too  often.  I  am  a  man  of 
action.  I  don't  much  like  admitting  he's  right, 
but  maybe  this  time  he  is.  ...  I  was  in  New 
York  Sunday.  Same  town,  same  subways,  same 
people. 

She  shed  a  few  tears  over  that,  knowing 
what  it  would  mean  to  Haniel,  but  she  didn't 
tell  him.  It  must  be  Micah  who  told  him. 

But  though  she  felt  pleased,  she  also  had 
the  feeling  that  she  had  spoken  the  truth  to 
Haniel  about  Micah's  life — it  would  be  one 
way  or  another,  but  it  wasn't  their  life  any 
more. 

He  lias  seen  Kell  Peel,  she  told  herself.  He 
has  been  to  New  York  and  seen  her.  She  had  a 
faint  wish  that  she  might  have  been  there, 
then  the  wish  faded.  Their  violence,  their  an- 
tagonism, their  passion — it  was  all  too  much 
for  her.  too  young.  It  was  an  infinity  away 
from  her  long,  patient  loving  of  Haniel. 

There  was  a  long  cold  spell  in  February. 
Once  the  doctor's  wife  met  Medora  at  a 
church  meeting.  They  were  both  a  little  early 
and  met  alone  there  in  the  parish-house  room. 

"It's  a  long  winter,"  she  said. 

"Yes.  'tis."  Medora  said  in  that  voice  that 
seemed  so  pre-eminently  right  for  her,  brusque, 
faintly  husky,  strong. 

"I'm  anxious  to  get  out  in  the  garden 
again,"  Nan  Broome  tried  now.  She  felt  some- 
one must  come  soon. 

"Yes.  I'm  afraid  a  lot  of  things  will  be 
winter-killed.  The  wistaria  vine  is  dying.  I'll 
have  to  have  it  pulled  down  this  year."  Me- 
dora said,  and  Nan  Broome  felt  then  a  note 
of  something,  an  echo  of  some  passion  of  re- 
gret at  time  passing. 

"That's  a  pity.  The  wistaria  vine's  an  in- 
stitution in  Windover." 

The  outer  door  closed  and  Bess  Everett 
came  hurriedly  in.  "Oh,  hello,  there!"  she 
said,  Kiving  them  an  intensely  curious  look. 
"Cora  not  here  yet?" 

It  was  two  days  after  that  that  in  a  maga- 
zine the  doctor's  wife  came  on  a  small  DOOn, 
Once  sin  had  read  a  gm»d  deal  of  poetry,  but 
of  late  years  she  read  none.  It  satisfied  no 
need  in  her  any  more.  She  wouldn't  have  read 


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1  1  1 


in  your  baih! 


one  had  the  name  not  caught  her  eye: 
Root  of  the  Vine. 

stood  in  sunlight  by  the  gray  stone  wall 
[nd  saiv  the  paths  the  ivy  tendrils  ran; 
st  they  were  as  countless  fingers  groping, 
'hen  as  giant  ribs  of  giant  fan. 

frost  had  killed  the  ivy  vine, 
(illed  the  red  of  bud,  the  green  of  leaf, 
'.  but  maze  of  pattern  on  the  stone, 
'.he  turned  away  in  sudden  grief, 
ef  that  she,  who  had  put  a  root  down, 
)eep,  she  thought,  as  eternity, 
>uld  now  be  merely  pattern  also, 
''altern  of  gossip,  travel,  drinking  tea. 
it  mine  is  still  an  intricate  beauty 
Joesn't  matter  at  all,"  she  said. 

gardener  might  as  well  pull  it  down; 
'he  root  of  the  vine  is  dead." 

ie  scarcely  saw  the  words  as  a  poem.  It 
1't  a  poem — it  was  a  continuation  of  her 
with  Medora.  She  cut  the  poem  out.  She 
ed  she  might  give  it  to  Medora.  But,  no, 
thought,  it  did  not,  after  all,  apply  to 
ora.  Medora's  wistaria  could  die,  all  her 
en  could  die,  and  Medora's  root  would 
r  freeze  or  be  destroyed, 
ie  words  of  the  poem  ran  through  her 
1  for  days,  till  she  knew  them  all  by  heart, 
they  tormented 


By  Elizabeth  McFarland 

My  love  sings  husband-songs 
to  me, 

So  tender  I  forget  my  mind. 
His  words  would  warm  the  Arctic 
Sea 

And  his  hands  are  kind. 

Someday  I'll  have  young  sons  to 
prove 

The  immortality  of  his  grace, 
But  now  these  other  poems  of  love 
Must  take  their  place. 

★  ★★★★★"A"*' 


i  little — no,  more 

a  little.  She  kept 
ig  herself  strange 

tions:  Who  was 

gardener?  .  .  . 
>  was  the  one  to 

the  hatchet  and 
3  at  the  dead 
iches?  .  .  .  Did 

have  to  be  the 

and  the  gardener 
ie  same  time? 
ut  one  day  when 
erry  pie  had  run 
•  in  the  oven  and 
;weet,  sharp  smell 
he  burning  juice 
ithe  kitchen,  and 
:iel  came  to  the 
•and  said,  "What 
;lls  so  good? 
rry  pie?  About 
:  you  made  one!" 

began,  after  he 

left  to  laugh. 

'hy,  I'm  not  dead,  not  dead  at  all,  she  said 

srself.  Just  neei  a  little  fertilizer,  that' sail! 

ink  the  queerest  kind  of  nonsense! 

ven  when  Micah  phoned  Haniel,  the  tor- 

t  did  not  perceptibly  ease.  Haniel  came 

a  the  phone,  calling ' '  Nan ! "  and  she  knew 

nee  by  his  voice  what  had  happened. 

Well,  the  boy's  come  to  his  senses  at 

!"  he  said.  "Got  to  go  over  to  the  bank 

get  a  draft." 

\  draft  for  what?" 

He's  going  to  finish  up  at  Tufts.  Wants 
e  money.  My,  the  time  he's  wasted!" 
Well,"  she  said.  Then:  "Maybe  it  isn't 
ted." 

niel  went  out  quickly  into  the  snowy 
,  plunging  along  the  icy  street  as  if  he 
dn't  spare  an  instant.  Later  he  said, 
in't  mind  saying  that's  a  weight  off  my 
d.  Thought  he  was  just  going  to  fritter 
y  his  life." 

Micah?  He  wouldn't,"  she  said. 
Well,  he'd  got  a  good  start  on  it." 
he  heard  him  whistling  in  the  office.  He 
er  whistled  unless  he  felt  pleased. 
One  sure  thing,"  he  said  that  night  in 
r  room,  "he's  cooked  his  goose  with  that 
1  woman  for  sure  now.  She'd  die  sooner 
fi  marry  a  doctor." 

he  was  silent.  "/  was  in  New  York  Sun- 
.  Same  town,  same  subways,  same  peo- 
"  .  .  .  She  didn't  think  everything  was 
ed  between  Micah  and  Nell  Peel,  but  she 
Id  not  touch  their  battle,  could  not  involve 
self  in  it,  more  than  she  had  already  done 
saying  to  Micah  that  she  had  lost  her 
agonism  for  the  girl. 

'here  was  a  thaw,  and  farmers  and  even  a 
of  the  townspeople  tapped  their  maples. 
Going  to  have  an  early  spring ! "  old  Mr. 
tigrew  said. 


"How  do  you  know?" 

"Got  my  ways.  Got  my  ways,"  he  said. 

She  believed  him.  One  felt  it  in  the  bones 
that  this  was  truly  spring.  In  spite  of  herself, 
Nan  Broome  found  herself  forgetting  the  days 
of  winter  when  snow  seemed  to  be  falling, 
falling,  not  only  over  Windover,  but  over  her 
life  as  well.  She  began  to  plan  for  her  garden. 
She  felt  calm,  even  a  little  hopeful,  and  strong. 

And  then,  when  she  had  done  expecting  it, 
when  she  thought  she  was  strong  enough  for 
anything,  it  happened  on  a  particularly  beau- 
tiful day,  sunny,  unseasonably  warm.  There 
was  nothing  to  show  that  this  was  to  be  a 
day  different  from  any  other. 

The  afternoon  office  hours  were  over,  chil- 
dren had  gone  home  from  school,  Haniel  had 
gone  out  to  pay  a  few  calls  before  supper.  It 
was  the  oldest  Pavlok  boy  who  came  running 
around  to  the  office  door.  He  pushed  into  the 
office,  calling,  "Doc!  Doc  Broome!" 

The  doctor's  wife  came  quickly  to  the  of- 
fice door.  "What  is  it?"  she  said. 

"Where's  Doc?"  he  demanded,  his  dark 
eyes  wide  with  shock  or  excitement. 

"He's over  at  Mrs.  Judd's.  What's  wrong?" 
But  right  then  he  caught  sight  of  the  doc- 
tor's car  pulling  in  at  the  drive  and  he  rushed 
out  calling,  "Doc!  Come  quick!  Hurry!" 

She  saw  the  boy 


lay  a  hand  on  Han- 
iel's  coat,  almost  pull- 
ing him  into  action, 
then  saw  Haniel  start 
off  on  a  run,  coming 
back,  grabbing  his 
bag.  There  was  some- 
thing about  his  face 
that  was  like  terror. 

It  was  fifteen  long 
minutes  later  when 
the  phone  rang.  Fif- 
teen minutes  when 
she  did  not  know  what 
had  happened. 

"Doctor  Broome's 
office,"  she  said 

"Nan  —  for  heav- 
en's sake,  get  down 
here,"  Haniel's  voice 
said. 

"Where?" 
"  Jessups'." 
The  first  thing  that 
came  to  her  mind,  as 
she  put  the  receiver  back,  moved  toward  the 
door,  was  that  Medora  had  decided  to  end 
everything.  But  almost  before  the  thought 
had  passed  through  her  mind,  she  dismissed 
it.  No,  that  Medora  wouH  do  no  more  than 
she.  She  did  not  even  think  of  this  as  ca- 
tastrophe to  herself  till  she  was  halfway  to 
Medora's  house,  so  exigent  had  been  Haniel's 
demand.  She  paused  an  instant  on  the  side- 
walk then,  stabbed  through  with  the  awful- 
ness  of  her  going  now  to  help  Haniel  and 
Medora,  but  it  was  only  an  instant.  She 
went  hurrying  on  because  it  was  not  in  her  not 
to  respond  to  a  plea  from  Haniel  or  anyone 
for  help.  But  she  did  know  this  was  some- 
thing Haniel  should  not  have  asked  of  her. 

She  went  up  the  steps  of  the  gloomy 
old  gray  house.  Haniel  flung  the  door  open 
and  on  his  face  was  still  that  look  of  unbeliev- 
ing horror — or  was  it  grief? 

"Thank  God!"  he  said.  "Hurry." 
"What  is  it?  What  is  it,  Haniel?" 
He  was  going  before  her  down  the  hall  to  a 
small  bedroom  that  opened  out  of  a  little 
study.  It  didn't  look  used,  but  Medora  lay 
there  on  a  single  bed  and  she  looked  dead. 

"Pulled  Billy  out  of  the  road  and  a  car  ran 
over  her,"  Haniel  said.  "Richards  is  on  his 
way  over.  He  ought  to  be  here!" 
"Takes  a  half  hour  from  Brumley." 
"Both  legs — double  fracture.  Pelvis 
crushed.  Bad  bump  on  her  head.  .  .  .  Not  a 
bed  in  the  hospital.  Shouldn't  be  moved  any- 
way. I'll  try  to  get  someone,  but  you'll  have 
to  help  out  now." 

"All  right.  What  do  you  want  me  to  do?" 
"Give  anesthetic  if  it's  needed.  Can't  do 
much  till  Richards  gets  here." 
"I'd  better  wash  her  face," 
"No,  better  not  touch  her." 
"I'll  be  careful,"  she  said  quietly,  found 
her  way  to  the  kitchen. 


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February,  K 


To  mothers  . . . 

who  put  their  family's 
health  first— 

Delsey 

the  more  absorbent  toilet  tissue 

won't 


irritate 


sensitive  aireas 


Constant  daily  irritation  of  sensitive 
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pain  and  embarrassing  distress.  Delsey's 
greater  softness  gives  real  protection 
against  the  danger  of  irritation. 

It's  a  pure  white  tissue,  double-ply 
for  extra  strength.  Contains  no  impu- 
rities which  might  be  harmful  to  even 
the  tenderest  membranes.  It  is  soft  as 


Soft  like 
Kleenex*  Tissues 


This  extra  gentle,  more 
absorbent  toilet  tissue  is 
SAFER  BECAUSE 
ITS  SOFTER 


only  the  makers  of  Kleenex  Tissues 
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only  one  dollar. 


•t  ■  ma.  u  •  r»i.  otr 


She  washed  Medora's  face,  grimy  with  the 
slush  of  the  street,  with  a  little  blood  across 
one  cheek  from  a  small  abrasion.  Medora  had 
on  the  shabby  old  tweed  suit  that  she  seemed 
always  to  wear,  no  hat  on  her  head.  Nan 
Broome  found  herself  noting,  with  a  kind  of 
grim  pity,  the  gray  hairs  mixed  with  the 
bronze. 

/  must  not  be  here  when  she  becomes  con- 
scious, she  thought.  Haniel  must  get  someone 
else.  But  she  went  on  tenderly,  efficiently, 
getting  off  the  grime,  tidying  Medora's  clothes. 

"  We  ought  to  get  her  clothes  off,"  she  said, 
"before  Richards  gets  here.  It's  better  to  do 
it  now,  while  she  feels  nothing." 

"No,  wait  for  Richards,"  Haniel  said. 

Richards  came  then.  He  was  a  big,  quiet 
man,  very  well  known,  at  least  in  the  county, 
for  his  bone  work.  "Hello,  Broome,"  he  said. 
"What's  the  excitement?" 

Haniel  could  hardly  speak,  Nan  Broome 
saw,  and  she  answered  for  him:  "Miss  Jessup 
has  been  run  over  by  a  car.  She's  terribly  in- 
jured— this  way,  Doctor  Richards." 

He  looked  at  Medora  briefly,  then  said, 
"Get  her  clothes  off.  Are  you  a  nurse?" 

"Yes,"  Nan  Broome  said. 

"Get  her  clothes  off.  Can't  do  much  the 
way  she  is.  Sorry  about  the  hospital — they're 
overflowing.  Not  a  bed.  ...  All  right, 
Broome — let's  go  outside,  shall  we?  Need 
any  help,  nurse?" 

"If  I  do,  I'll  call  you." 

She  worked  as  quickly,  as  gently  as  she 
could.  She  had  to  cut  the  slip  straps.  It  seemed 
to  her  that  she  could  not  possibly  be  doing 
this,  and  yet  her  hands  went  on  with  their 
grim  task,  like  the  hands  of  a  robot.  And  at 
last  there  was  Medora  Jessup's  naked,  broken 
body.  And  even  so  pitifully  mangled  as  it  was, 
Nan  Broome  saw  it  was  a  good  body,  firm  of 
skin,  no  extra  fat,  the  stomach  flat,  a  body  to 
be  proud  of.  She  covered  the  top  part  of  the 
body  with  a  sheet,  called  the  doctors  in. 

"Bad,"  Richards  said  once.  "Probably  in- 
ternal bleeding — maybe  a  concussion.  Have 
to  have  a  cast.  Frankly,  I  don't  think  she's 
got  a  chance— looks  remarkably  healthy, 
though.  You  can't  tell.  Certainly  ought  to  be 
in  a  hospital.  Not  so  easy  to  manage  these 
cases  at  home."  Then  he  turned  to  Nan 
Broome.  "You  on  the  list  at  Brumley  ?  I  don't 
remember  you." 

"I'm  Mrs.  Broome,"  she  said.  " I'm  not  on 
the  list,  but  I'm  a  qualified  nurse." 

He  gave  Haniel  a  faint  look  of  surprise, 
then  was  businesslike  again.  "Well,  can  you 
stay  on?  Frankly,  I  don't  know  of  a  single 
nurse  that's  available,  though  Kitty  Crane 
might  be  off  her  case  in  a  few  days.  You'll 
have  to  have  a  hospital  bed — couldn't  pos- 
sibly manage  with  that  low  thing  there.  Guess 
I  could  get  one  sent  over  tonight.  Griggs'll 
bring  it.  Someone'll  have  to  help  him  get  it  in 
and  set  up,  though.  You  see  to  that,  Broome?  " 

"Yes,  I'll  see  to  it,"  Haniel  said. 

"Well,  we'll  do  what  we  can  with  the  legs 

now.  You  needn't  stay,  Mrs.  Broome  All 

right,  Broome,  let's  go." 

In  the  little  study  Nan  Broome  sat  down. 
It  seemed  incredible  that  there  should  be  no 
cry  from  Medora,  no  screams  of  agony,  no 
protest  at  all.  She  felt  she  should  have  assisted 
Richards,  that  it  was  too  much  to  ask  of  any 
man  what  was  now  being  asked  of  Haniel. 
Now  and  then  she  heard  Richards  speak,  but 
Haniel  said  nothing  at  all.  She  looked  about 
the  small  room,  with  its  red  curtains  like  the 
curtains  of  the  living  room,  its  books  to  the 
ceiling  in  heavy  old  brown  cases.  She  saw  that 
the  books  were  nearly  all  about  gardens,  about 
flowers  and  herbs. 

Marigold,  betony,  nettle  and  squill; 
Peony,  dittany,  basil  and  dill. 

I  cannot  stay  here.  That  I  cannot  do,  cannot 
be  asked  to  do,  she  thought.  This  is  too  horrible. 
I  cannot  do  it. 

But  when  Richards  called  her,  she  went, 
she  helped  him,  she  handed  him  things. 

Dark  had  settled  when  Richards  finally 
said,  "  It's  all  I  can  do  tonight.  I'll  come  over 
early  tomorrow."  As  he  walked  into  the  hall 
he  said,  "I  don't  think  she'll  last  the  night, 
though,  husky  as  she  undoubtedly  is.  By  all 
rights,  she  ought  to  be  dead  now." 


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She  wanted  to  tell  him  to  hush.  It  was  too 
awful,  saying  this  to  Haniel. 

"Suppose  you'll  be  here  off  and  on  all 
night?"  he  said  to  Haniel. 

"Yes." 

"Well,  call  me  if  you  want  me.  I'm  not 
anxious  to  come  over — roads  are  awful — but 
I'll  come  if  necessary.  There's  not  a  lot  any- 
one could  do  tonight.  Almost  certainly  a  con- 
cussion there.  .  .  .  Well,  I'll  get  going." 

She  wanted  to  beg  him  not  to  go  out  the 
door,  not  to  leave  her  here  alone  with  Haniel 
and  that  still,  broken  figure  in  the  little  bed- 
room. But  he  went  and  she  was  alone  in  the 
Jessup  house  with  Haniel  and  Medora. 

"I'll  make  some  coffee  for  us,"  she  said.  "If 
I  can  find  it." 

"It's  on  the  green  shelf,"  Haniel  said. 

Perhaps  nothing  in  that  day  would  ever 
come  back  to  her  with  the  sharpness  with 
which  those  words  went  into  her.  They  seemed 
final.  It's  on  the  green  shelf.  As  if  every  corner 
of  this  house  was  as  familiar  to  him  as  his 
hand. 

It  seemed  to  her  a  long  time  later  that  she 
carried  the  coffee  in  to  him.  He  looked  terribly 
exhausted,  empty. 

"Haniel,  why  don't  you  call  and  see  if  Kitty 
Crane  can  come  now?" 

He  looked  up  at  her  and  she  did  not  want 
to  see  his  face.  It  was  naked,  as  the  body  of 
Medora  Jessup  had  been  naked  and  vulnera- 
ble a  little  time  ago. 

"No.  I  don't  want  Kitty  Crane,"  he  said 
at  last.  "You'll  have  to  stay,  Nan." 

He  had  asked  it  of  her,  the  impossible,  the 
wicked  request.  Asked  it  of  her,  his  wife. 

"All  right,  Haniel,"  she  heard  herself  say. 

All  night  they  were  there  in  that  small 
room,  Haniel  and  Nan  Broome  and  Medora 


^  There  was  a  time  when  patience 
^  ceased  to  be  a  virtue.  It  was  long 
ago.  — CHARLOTTE  PERKINS  GILMAN. 


Jessup.  So  close  they  could  touch — but  they 
did  not  touch.  In  the  middle  of  the  night 
Medora  began  to  stir,  to  make  small  moans. 
Haniel  gave  her  an  injection. 

In  the  morning  Richards  came  with  young 
Ordway  from  the  hospital,  and  there  was  the 
painful  business  of  the  cast,  of  getting  Medora 
onto  the  high  hospital  bed.  Medora  was  still 
drugged  against  pain  and  her  brown  face  was 
grayed  against  the  pillow,  but  her  short  hair 
made  an  untidy  but  vital  halo.  The  cast 
turned  her  body  into  a  great  cocoon. 

"Remarkable  vitality,"  Richards  said. 
"Remarkable." 

Now  Haniel  wrote  down  his  list  of  calls 
and  gave  it  to  her.  "You  can  get  me  any 
time,"  he  said. 

We  are  being  so  civilized,  she  thought,  sit- 
ting there.  There  ought  to  be  a  great  scene- 
there  isn't  any  scene  at  all.  I  am  tired  of  civili- 
zation. 

Medora's  head  moved  a  little  on  the  pil- 
low. She  opened  her  eyes,  looked  slowly  about 
the  room,  down  at  the  bulk  of  the  cast,  which, 
the  doctor's  wife  thought,  she  must  hate, 
making  such  a  mock  of  her  good,  slim,  straight 
body.  Her  glance  took  in  Nan  Broome. 

"What's  all  this?"  she  said  in  a  whisper. 

"You've  been  in  an  accident,"  Nan  Broome 
said.  "But  everything's  going  to  be  all  right. 
Don't  worry." 

"Maybe  I  ought  to  have  a  doctor.  I  feel 
queer,"  Medora  said. 

"You've  had  a  doctor.  I'm  just  looking  out 
for  you  till  Haniel  can  get  a  nurse." 

Medora  shut  her  eyes,  seemed  to  sleep 
again,  but  after  a  few  minutes  she  opened  her 
eyes  ag*in.  "Haniel  shouldn't  have  asked  you 
to  come." 

"No,  but  he  did,"  Nan  Broome  said.  She 
stood  up.  "I'm  going  to  give  you  an  injection 
now— the  doctor  wants  you  to  sleep  all  you 
can  today." 

"  I'm  all  smashed  up,"  Medora  whispered, 
then  slept  again. 

That  she  had  lied  about  the  nurse,  Nan 
Broome  knew.  Haniel  did  not  intend  to  get  a 
nurse.  She  even  felt  a  faint  pride  that  he 
didn't  want  to  trust  anyone  but  her  with  this 
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I'll  either  die  of  this,  or  in  the  end  it  just 
won't  matter  any  more,  she  told  herself,  then 
gave  a  small  secret  grin.  /  expect  I  won't  die 
and  that  it  will  still  matter,  she  admitted. 

She  found  there  was  pitifully  little  food  in 
the  cupboards.  She  phoned  Unwin's  Grocery 
and  gave  them  an  order.  "Bring  it  to  the 
Jessup  house,"  she  said. 

"  Jessup? "  Matt  Unwin  said,  as  if  he  hadn't 
heard  aright. 

"Yes,"  she  said.  "But  it's  on  my  bill." 

"Okay,"  Matt  said.  "How  is  Medora?" 

"As  well  as  can  be  expected."  She  said  the 
old,  old  words  without  finding  them  funny. 
Now  everyone  would  know  she  was  here.  The 
whispers  would  begin. 

An  hour  later  they  brought  the  groceries 
and  she  saw  Alvin's  eyes  bright  with  curiosity 
as  he  piled  the  packages  on  the  kitchen  table. 
"Medora's  hanging  on,  they  say,"  he  said. 
"Unwin  said  about  every  bone  in  her  body 
was  broke.  That  so?" 

"No.  But  she's  hurt  bad  enough." 

"I  went  by  there  not  ten  minutes  before — 
saw  the  kids  playing  in  the  street.  I  certainly 
wish  I'd  stopped  and  given  'em  what  for! 
Ought  to  have.  .  .  .  Guess  that's  all  now.  Put 
it  on  doc's  bill— that  right?" 

"Yes,  that's  right.  He's  going  to  have  his 
meals  here  for  a  few  days,  till  he  can  get  hold 
of  a  nurse."  There,  she  had  said  it  again. 

She  went  about  making  a  simple  dinner. 
She  went  several  times  to  Medora's  door,  but 
Medora  was  quiet,  did  not  open  her  eyes. 

When  Haniel  came  ^^^^^^^^^^ 
id  he  went  straight  to  ■■■^■■■B 
Medora's  bedside.  He 
seemed  to  stay  there  a 
long  time.  She  couldn't 
go  to  him,  but  pres- 
ently he  came  to  the 
kitchen. 

"You  oughtn't  to 
leave  her  alone  there." 

"She's  sleeping.  You 
can  eat  now." 

"I'll  take  a  tray  in 
there." 

"Don't  be  silly, 
Haniel.  It's  better  that 
she  be  perfectly  quiet. 
She'll  be  wakeful  soon  ■■■■■■■■■Hi 
enough.  Sit  down." 

He  sat  down,  but  for  once  could  not  seem 
to  eat.  His  face  was  haggard. 

"  I  hope  Richards  knows  his  business,"  he 
jerked  out  at  last.  "He  thinks  she  won't  " 

"Won't  get  well?  That's  nonsense." 

"She  hasn't  said  a  rational  word  yet.  I'm 
sure  there's  concussion." 

"I'm  sure  there's  not.  She  said  quite  a  few 
rational  words  this  morning." 

"Oh?  What?" 

She  almost  laughed,  then  could  not.  "Why, 
nothing  much.  Thought  maybe  she'd  better 
have  a  doctor.  I  told  her  she'd  had  one — that 
was  all.  But  her  mind  was  perfectly  clear." 

This  is  the  very  essence  of  silliness,  she  told 
herself,  bolstering  his  morale.  He's  the  doctor. 

"  I  put  up  a  notice  I  wouldn't  be  in  the  of- 
fice," he  said. 

She  stared  at  him  an  instant  before  she 
said,  "  Well,  go  take  it  down.  Of  course  you'll 
be  in  the  office.  There's  not  a  thing  you  can 
do  here,  not  a  thing.  I  can  always  call  you." 

He  went,  but  reluctantly,  almost  shamedly. 
Why,  she  asked  herself,  should  she  have  tried 
to  save  him  from  making  a  fool  of  himself? 
For  he  would  have  done  just  that  by  staying 
here.  But  why  not  let  him?  She  washed  the 
few  dishes  and  went  back  to  Medora's  room. 

Then  that  day  was  gone. 

"I'll  lie  down  on  the  couch  here  in  the  li- 
brary," she  said  to  Haniel.  "You  either  go 
home  or  else  find  a  place  upstairs  where  you 
can  sleep.  I'll  be  handy  if  she  wakes." 

In  the  night  Medora  woke  and  was  in  great 
pain.  Nan  Broome  called  Haniel  and  he  came 
running  down  the  stairs  in  his  pajamas. 

"Is  this  going  to  be  a  steady  diet?  "  Medora 
asked,  with  a  touch  of  her  usual  wryness. 

"No.  we'll  ease  it  off,"  Haniel  said. 

Sweat  stood  out  on  Medora's  forehead  and 
Nan  Broome  wiped  it  away.  She  wondered  if 
Medora  hated  to  have  her  touch  her. 

"What's  the  damage?"  Medora  said. 
"Straight,  let's  have  it." 


February 

Nan  Broome  saw  his  face  white  in  the  I  - 
light,  white  and  desperately  tired.  "  Bot 
fractured,"  she  said  for  him  quite  ca 
"Some  damage  to  the  pelvis.  Bump  on 
head,  but  not  serious.  That's  all." 

"  That'll  do.  That'll  do  for  a  start,"  M 
said.  After  a  few  minutes,  when  the  drul 
beginning  to  dull  the  pain:  "You  better! 
nurse,  Haniel.  Though  heaven  knows  he;!' 
pay  her." 

"I'm  a  nurse,"  Nan  Broome  said.  "] 
worry  about  that  yet.  We'll  get  someone 
we  can." 

"I'll  be  laid  up  a  long  time,' I  exj 
Medora  said.  "I  really  didn't  count  on  1 
never  counted  on  this." 

Nor  I,  Nan  Broome  said  silently. 

No,  this  she  had  not  counted  on, 
hours  that  became  days,  that  became  w 
these  moments  of  looking  up  at  odd  moi 
to  see  Haniel's  face  in  the  doorway,  distra 
tortured  even.  These  hours  of  caring  fo:' 
dora  Jessup  in  the  most  intimate  fashi 

Haniel  was  always  there.  He  ate  his 
at  Medora's  kitchen  table,  he  slept  in 
dora's  bed  upstairs.  He  made  his  calls,, 
his  office  hours,  but  as  a  man  in  a  drea 

Once  she  did  say  to  Haniel,  "Hanie! 
ought  to  get  a  nurse." 

He  stalked  to  the  window,  from  whi 
could  see  the  break  in  the  garden  wai 
sundial.  "I  can't,  Nan,"  he  said  at  las 

She  did  not  mention  the  matter 
The 


Mark  Twain's  answer  to  a  letter 
from  a  would-be  writer: 
^  Young  Author:  Yes,  Agassiz  does 
^  recommend  authors  to  eat  fish, 
because  the  phosphorus  in  it  makes 
brain.  So  far  you  are  correct.  But  I 
cannot  help  you  to  a  decision  about 
the  amount  you  need  to  eat — at 
least  not  with  certainty.  If  the  speci- 
men composition  is  about  your  fair 
usual  average,  I  suggest  that  per- 
haps a  couple  of  whales  would  be  all 
you  would  want  for  the  present. 
Not  the  largest  kind,  but  simply 
good  middling-sized  whales. 


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fast.  Spring  was 
here.  But  to 
Broome  time 
still.  She  stayed 
little  bedroom  nc 
than  was  necessar 
she  fairly  often  s 
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down  books  on  Y 
on  flower  gardens 
read  them,  at  first 
little  attention, 
with  something 
was  close  to  a  re 
terest. 

One  day  Amy 
cott  came  down  wi 


armful  of  forsythia.  She  said  she  wouldr 
Medora,  unless  it  was  quite  all  right. 

"You  can  say  hello,  if  you  like." 

So  Amy  went  in  with  her  forsythia 
said,  "Hi,  Medora!  They  won't  let  me 
but  I  thought  you'd  like  some  forsythi 

"Sit  down,"  Medora  Jessup  said. 

"No.  Orders  How  about  a  vase  foijis, 

Mrs.  Broome?" 

Nan  Broome  found  a  vase,  put  the  bra 
in  it  and  stood  it  on  the  low  table  by  th 
dow,  while  Amy  stood  there  chatting. 

"Lovely,"  Medora  said,  looking  a 
sweep  of  yellow. 

"Yes.  Always  love  that  first  yellow,' 
said.  "All  right,  Medora — take  it  easy, 
in  again,"  and  she  went  with  the  doctor  m 
back  through  the  hall  into  the  living  n 
She  was  unwontedly  quiet  for  a  moment  M 
she  said,  "She's  really  awfully  sick,  isn't  .-W 

"Yes,  she  is." 

"This  is  hard  on  you  too.  I  ought  to  i  W 
the  advice  you  gave  me  once:  'Don't  1' 
tabbies  get  you  down!'" 

"I  don't  see  any  of  the  tabbies." 

"Well,  they're  still  in  town.  Working  ird 
too.  They  ought  to  be  chloroformed  an,>ut 
down  the  well.  . .  .  She  is  going  to  get  b\a, 
isn't  she?  Word's  about  that  Richards  aid 
she  didn't  have  a  chance  in  a  thousanc 

"  I  don't  know  about  that,  Amy.  But  e's 
got  a  good  chance.  If  it  weren't  for  the  er- 
nal  complications,  there  wouldn't  be  my 
worry  at  all.  The  breaks  will  heal  all  n  t. 

"You're  tired,"  Amy  said,  with  affe  111 
"Why  don't  you  let  me  take  over  for  ew 
hours  now  and  then?  I  could  manage.' 

"Thanks,  but  I'm  all  right." 

"This  is  a  nice  room,  isn't  it?"  Amy 
"I've  always  loved  it.  Funny,  why  you  >— 
it's  not  according  to  the  books  at  all.  Bi  its 
very  restful  and  even  somehow  elegant) 

"Yes,  it's  nice,"  Nan  Broome  said.  I 

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"Yes,  I  will,"  the  doctor's  wife  said. 
"Thanks  for  coming,  Amy." 

Amy  hesitated  as  she  neared  the  door.  "I'll 
come  often.  Everybody  will,  I  expect.  But 
don't  let  'em  get  you  down,  Mrs.  Broome." 

Nan  went  slowly  back  to  Medora. 

"It's  actually  spring,  then,"  Medora  said, 
looking  at  the  flowers. 

"Looks  like  it,"  Nan  Brocme  admitted. 

"  I'd  meant  to  enlarge  the  herb  garden  this 
spring,"  Medora  said.  "Maybe  Greer  could 
come  in  and  talk  it  over.  Though  if  I  have  to 
hire  him,  there  wouldn't  be  much  profit  left." 

Nan  Broome  spoke  almost  at  once.  "Per- 
haps I  could  do  it  for  you.  I  have  a  knack  with 
plants.  Greer  is  getting  out  of  hand." 

Now  Medora  looked  at  her,  and  again  there 
was  that  look  that  was  half  like  apology.  "Oh, 
no,  thanks.  It's  quite  a  job." 

"  I  could  probably  work  it  in.  You're  going 
to  be  getting  better  all  the  time." 

"Am  I?"  Medora  said  slowly. "I  don't  think 
I  am,  you  know.  I  think  this  is  the  end." 

"That's  nonsense,"  the  doctor's  wife  said. 
"You're  definitely  on  the  mend." 

But  what  if  it  were  true?  the  doctor's  wife 
asked  herself  as  she  went  out  to  the  kitchen. 
There  had  been  some  dreadful  certainty  about 
Medora  as  she  spoke.  What  if  it  were  true? 
"He's  never,  as  you  might  say,  come  to  terms 
with  dying."  Was  this,  too,  to  be  asked  of  her, 
that  she  should  see  Haniel  through  Medora 's 
dying?  Was  even  Medora  trying  to  tell  her 
that  this  would  fall  upon  her? 

It  was  the  next  day  that  Bess  Everett  came. 
She  didn't  let  her  go  in  to  Medora. 

"  Why,  Amy  said  she  was  up  to  company ! " 
Bess  Everett  protested,  her  eyes  peering 
avidly  everywhere  as  she  spoke. 

"Amy  just  glanced  in,  but  Medora's  not 
had  a  very  good  day,"  Nan  Broome  said 
firmly.  "  But  come  in  and  sit  down  a  minute, 
Mrs.  Everett."  She  said  it  with  only  the  faint- 
est hospitality,  but  Mrs.  Everett  came  in. 

"Well,  I  will  sit  down.  I  don't  know  why 
it  is,  but  the  shortest  walk  does  me  in.  Spring's 

debilitating,  I  really  do  think  She's  had  a 

bad  day,  you  say?" 

"Yes,  rather." 

"  How  is  she,  really?  The  doctor  says '  Fine ! ' 
but  they  always  say  that." 

"She's  getting  on  all  right.  It's  slow,  of 
course." 

"I've  thought  I  ought  to  bring  some  baked 
stuff  over,  or  something." 

"  We  have  plenty  to  eat  here,"  Nan  Broome 
said.  "She  might  like  flowers." 

"Yes.  Well,  as  soon  as  we  get  anything  in 

the  garden  "  Mrs.  Everett  said  more 

vaguely.  "Daffodils  ought  to  be  out  soon." 

"It's  good  to  have  the  snow  gone,"  the 
doctor's  wife  said,  though  it  had  been  of  su- 
preme indifference  to  her. 

"Goodness,  yes!  It's  been  an  awful  win- 
ter. .  .  .  You  know,  it's  queer  having  you 
here.  It  really  is  queer,  considering." 

"Queer?"  the  doctor's  wife  said,  but  her 
voice  sounded  stiff  and  far  off. 

"Yes,  'tis,  when  you  come  right  down  to 
it.  When  you  think  of  the  past  and  all." 

"Well,  the  past  is  past,"  Nan  Broome  said. 

"I  hope  so — I  hope  so,"  Mrs.  Everett 
said  with  some  slyness.  "It  wouldn't  be  so 
pleasant  for  you  if  it  weren't!  But  'tis  queer 
how  things  turn  out." 

The  doctor's  wife  had  again  the  feeling  of 
wanting  to  kneel  beside  old  Doctor  Broome, 
hear  his  voice.  "I  suppose  you're  talking 
about  the  fact  that  the  doctor  once  planned 
to  marry  Medora,"  she  said  quite  calmly. 
"  Well,  that  is  an  old,  old  story,  Mrs.  Everett. 
We're  middle-aged  people  now,  all  of  us,  you 
know,  and  I  trust  have  some  common  sense." 

Bess  Everett  flushed  and  her  sly  eyes  be- 
came a  little  excited,  so  that  Nan  Broome 
could  almost  see  her  running  about  the  town 
with  this  morsel.  "Oh,  of  course,  of  course ! " 
she  said  too  quickly.  "Somehow  you  never 
think  about  the  doctor  as  middle-aged! 
When  you  see  him  going  around  looking  like 
a  ghost,  it  brings  it  all  back." 

"Naturally,  he's  very  fond  of  Medora." 

The  sly  eyes  took  on  again  that  look  of 
excitement.  But  then,  having  sown  her  seed  of 
maliciousness,  Bess  Everett  took  herself  off. 

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"Oh.  Thank  God  you  didn't  bring  her  in." 

"Yes,  I  thought  you  might  feel  that  way." 

When  Haniel  came  in  for  supper,  she  said, 
"I  fixed  it  on  a  tray — you  might  go  in  and 
sit  with  Medora  while  you  eat.  I  want  to  go 
out  and  look  at  the  garden  a  minute — I've 
had  my  supper." 

She  went  outside.  It  was  truly  warm  now, 
the  air  soft  as  velvet,  as  down.  She  walked 
along  the  path  and  stood  by  the  sundial. 
Along  the  wall  were  three  clumps  of  peonies 
showing  their  red  knobs  above  ground.  The 
whole  of  life  is  but  a  point  of  time. 

As  Amy  said,  people  are  funny.  I  thought 
this  was  going  to  hurt  me  terribly  and  I'm  not 
hurting  much.  It's  a  job  like  any  other. 

She  looked  at  the  space  devoted  to  herbs. 
Yes,  it  was  almost  time  to  work  in  this  earth. 
It  must,  she  thought,  be  done,  no  matter 
what  came  afterward.  It  was  a  token  of  faith 
in  life  and  the  future.  Haniel  would  have  to 
sit  with  Medora  more.  He  ought  to,  anyway, 
if  his  love  for  her 


meant  anything.  If 
this  was  going  to  end 
in  dying,  it  had  better 
be  a  good  end,  with 
all  the  trimmings  of 
loyalty  and  grief. 
What  a  cynical  way  to 
be  thinking!  she 
mocked  herself.  But 
standing  there  by  the 
sundial,  that  was  the 
way  she  saw  it  had  to 
be,  not  only  for 
Medora's  sake  but  for 
Haniel's.  This  would 
be  one  death  he 
couldn't  run  away 
from,   not  possibly. 

In  the  morning  she 
said  to  Medora,  "I've 
been  thinking  about 
the  herb  garden.  We 
ought  to  be  about  it. 
You'll  have  to  tell  me 
everything,  because  I 
don't  know  the  first 
thing  about  it.  Do 
you  have  to  have  fer- 
tilizer?" 

"No, ' '  Medora  said. 
"That  makes  the 
plants  too  leggy. 
Sometimes  you  put  a 
little  in  the  ground 
later — but  no  ma- 
nure, anything  like 
that.  You  can't  do 
it.  It  is  just  too 
much." 

"Oh,  I  think  I  can. 


Try****** 


\\y  Joan  Auruurl 

How  should  the  harried  heart  be 

soothed  and  stayed 
As  it  goes  seeking  singleness  and 

solace? 

The  heaviest  words  that  ever  it 

heard  said 
Are  light  beside  its  burden  of  old 

malice.  ■ 

The  poor  thing,  watch  it  where  it 

limps  along, 
Hurried  and  hobbled  by  its  own 

deceit, 

Earnestly  humming  a  hopeful 

hopeless  song 
Above  its  swift  unsteady  skip  and 

beat. 

Listen;  it  murmurs:  Tell  me  love  is 
true, 

Tell  me  that  plums  are  red,  tell  me 
the  sky 

Is  kind  and  black  at  night,  and 

blue  and  blue 
The  morning  after;  do  not  tell  me 

why: 

Just  tell  me,  tell  me  once  and  let 
me  rest 

That  love  is  true,  that  all  is  for  the 
best. 


You'll  probably  be 

up  before  they  come  to  flower  or  seed— I  can 
start  them  off." 

Medora  said  nothing  about  never  getting 
up.  But  her  eyes  mocked  herself  as  she  said, 
"Those  are  perennials  in  the  round  bed.  The 
annuals  are  always  in  the  bed  at  the  foot  of 
the  garden  past  the  barn.  There  are  some 
things  started  out  in  the  back  room,  but  I 
presume  they  are  all  dead  by  now." 

"No,  I've  been  watching  them."  Nan 
Broome  said.  "They're  coming  along  fine." 

Medora  gave  her  an  odd  look,  but  went  on : 
"The  lavender's  got  to  be  replaced  this  year. 
It's  gone  six  years  now.  The  sage  is  good  for 
another  year.  There's  quite  a  lot  of  sage.  It 
sells  well." 

"You  can't  make  much  out  of  those  small 
beds.  .  .  .  Where  did  you  want  a  new  bed  if 
you  had  one?" 

"Out  past  the  old  well.  That's  the  best  soil 
for  it  there.  There's  a  g<x>d  deal  of  mint  out 
by  the  barn.  It's  got  out  of  hand.  .  .  .  No,  I 
can't  make  much,  but  I  can  sell  all  I  raise. 
And  (he  more  I  raise,  the  more  I  know  about 
it  and  (he  bitter  articles  I  can  write  on  it.  I 
make  more  money  that  way,  by  writing." 

"I  could  get  the  Barrows  Ixiy  in  to  spade 
it  up.  He  doesn't  charge  much  and  I  could 
see  In-  did  it  i  ight." 

"That  would  lx-  good  of  you." 

"Will,  what  arc  neighlxirs  for  if  not  to 
help  out  when  needed?"  Nan  Broome  said 
sensibly. 


February,  1 

It  was  strange,  their  talking  like  tl 
matter-of-factly,  about  seeds  and  fertili 
and  spading.  But  any  talk  that  had  been' 
tween  them  since  the  doctor's  wife  had  b 
in  this  house  had  been  like  this.  Except 
those  words,  "Haniel  shouldn't  have  asl 
you  to  come  here,"  that  first  morning. 

[hen  when  Haniel  came  she  sent 
in  again  to  eat  with  Medora.  "She  like 
change  of  company  occasionally,"  she  s 

easily. 

So  she  established  a  new  pattern,  a  patti 
that  kept  her  out  of  that  room  except  wl 
she  was  really  needed.  She  cooked  the  me; 
she  bathed  Medora,  she  kept  the  house  r 
sonably  tidy,  but  she  did  not  sit  down 
quiet  chats  with  Medora. 

One  day  a  letter  came  from  Micah. 
chided  her  a  little  for  her  taking  on  this  j< 
but  not  too  seriously.  He  inquired  abc 
Medora  and  then  he  said.  "Has  the  Gn 
Lover  been  there 
hold  her  hand?" 
did  not  show  this 
ter  to  Haniel. 

Then  one  day  V\ 
dora  said,  "Sit  do! 
now,  why  don't  ycl 
There's  nothing  nei : 
doing  right  now,  I 
there?" 

Nan  Broome  i 
down,  but  rati 
stiffly.  She  thoutj 
Medora  did  not  It  ] 
so  good  today.  Th>  | 
was  a  grayness  abc  \ 
her  usually  hig 
colored,  brown  fad 
•"How  long  doth« 
think  this  will  take: 
Medora  said.  "Befc 
I  can  jump  over  aha 
stack  again?" 

"Oh,  six  weeks 
two  months.  It'shai 
to  tell.  It  takes  a  L 
of  patience." 

"You  meant  .  . 
six  or  eight  weeks  fi 
the  legs?" 
"Yes,  for  the  legs 
There  was  a  srm 
silence  and  again  tl 
grayness  seemed  pn 
nounced,  ominous. 

"Do  you  believe 
immortality?"  M 
dora  asked  suddenl 
' '  Immortality 
Why,  to  tell  the  trut 
I  never  think  about 
much,"  Nan  Broor 
said.  "If  it's  true,  it  is;  if  it  isn't,  it  isn't 
haven't  any  evidence  one  way  or  the  othi 
I  find  it  hard  enough  to  cope  with  this  lit 
to  say  nothing  of  another!  ...  I  wouldn 
have  said  you  were  morbid  yourself." 

"Oh,  I'm  not.  Not  at  all.  I  don't  know  wl 
I  asked  that.  Just  came  into  my  head.  .  • 
How  is  Micah?" 

"  Fine,  so  far  as  I  know.  I  suppose  the  do- 
tor's  told  you  he'd  gone  back  to  medic 
school." 

"Yes.  I  wonder  if  he'll  marry  the  Pei 
girl." 

"That  I  don't  know.  I  wouldn't  be  at  a 
surprised  if  he  did." 

She  excused  herself  then,  but  the  tal 
sh(x>k  her  a  little,  strained  her  courage.  1 
was  dangerous  talking  in  this  fashion  wit, 
Medora  Jessup,  as  if  they  were  friends,  wit: 
some  degree  of  intimacy. 

Richards  dropped  in  that  night  while  Har 
iel  was  still  at  the  office.  He  stayed  quite 
while.  Medora  amused  him  and  he  sat  b 
her  bed,  laughing,  making  jokes.  When  h 
went  out,  the  doctor's  wife  walked  to  th 
door  with  him. 

"  Everything  all  right?"  she  asked  slowh 

"Don't  know,  Mrs.  Broome.  Don't  reall 
know.  Imagine  the  legs'll  be  all  right.  Han 
to  tell  with  those  internal  things  you  can' 
gel  :il  Didn't  much  like  her  color.  She's  «(> 

guts,  though." 

"  Yes,  she  has,"  Nan  Bnxmic  said  quietly 

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And  that  night,  she  said,  "Haniel,  I  do 
feel  as  if  I've  got  to  have  a  few  hours  of 
sleep.  Do  you  want  to  try  to  get  someone 
in  or  could  you  sit  up  till,  say,  midnight?" 

He  gave  her  a  harried,  questioning  look. 
It  was  unlike  her,  she  knew.  But  he  said, 
"Sure.  Get  your  sleep — you'll  break  down  if 
you  don't." 

"  I'll  go  in  the  living  room  and  lie  on  the 
sofa  there,"  she  said. 

She  did  not  think  she  would  sleep,  but  she 
did.  It  was  three  when  Haniel  touched  her 
shoulder. 

"She's  asleep,"  he  said.  "I'll  get  a  little 
myself,  if  you  want  to  go  into  the  library." 

She  moved  into  the  library,  got  her  big 
body  as  comfortable  as  she  could  on  the 
couch.  Funny,  she  thought,  she  was  giving 
him  to  her  and  she  wasn't  feeling  much  of 
anything.  She  remembered  Mrs.  Gray  in  the 
doorway  of  Haniel's  office  saying,  "Queer — 
but  I  don't  feel  anything." 

People  had  begun  to  come  now,  some  in 
kindness,  many  in  curiosity,  anxious  to  see 
the  inside  of  the  Jessup  house,  a  Jessup 
brought  to  such  a  sorry  pass,  waited  on  by 
the  wife  of  her  old  lover.  At  first  the  doctor's 
wife  let  them  in  to  see  Medora,  retreating  to 
the  kitchen  during  their  calls,  but  one  day 
Medora  said: 

"  Do  you  mind  shooing  callers  off  for  a  few 
days?  I  seem  to  get  along  with  myself  better 
than  I  do  with  my  neighbors." 

"Well,  I  don't  like  being  fussed  over  my- 
self," the  doctor's  wife  said. 

"A  mark  of  the  egotist,  I  expect,"  Medora 
said  with  some  humor.  "I  never  get  bored 
with  myself,  I  often  get  bored  with  other 
people." 

Then  the  ground  was  really  dry  and  the 
Barrows  boy  came  and  spaded  the  earth  for 
the  new  herb  bed.  The  narcissus  bloomed,  and 
the  grape  hyacinth.  Amy  Prescott  came  one 
day  with  a  bunch  of  arbutus.  Out  past  the 
Jessup  barn  was  a  little  strip  of  close  grass 
before  you  came  to  the  old  orchard  and  this 
small  strip  was  covered  with  bluets. 


"If  you  can  take  over  for  an  hour  t, 
morning,  I'll  do  what  I  can  about  getL 
some  seeds  in,"  the  doctor's  wife  said  ! 
Haniel. 

It  seemed  good  to  have  her  hands  in  ; 
again.  It  was  out  there  by  the  new  bed  tl 
Amy  found  her  when  she  brought  the 
butus. 

Amy  sat  down  on  a  wooden  bench  near 
and  said,  "Just  go  on  with  your  job.  I 
glad  to  sit  out  here  a  while.  It's  the  mi 
heavenly  morning,  isn't  it?" 

"  Wonderful,"  the  doctor's  wife  agreed  a 
went  on  with  her  work. 

After  a  moment,  Amy  said,  "Look,  M 
Broome — don't  put  me  on  the  side  of  t 
tabbies — but  why  don't  you  get  someone 
to  look  after  Medora?  You  can't  go  on  hi 
all  summer.  You've  got  your  own  house 
look  after." 

"Oh,  it  doesn't  matter,"  the  doctor's  w 
said.  "Maybe  I  can  evade  spring  house  clea 
ing  if  I  stay  long  enough.  To  tell  the  trut 
Amy,  I  don't  know  what  Medora  would  pi 
a  nurse  with — though  please  don't  rept 
that." 

"  I  know  there's  that  side  of  it ;  but— dot 
you  see,  Mrs.  Broome? — it's  because  iij 
you." 

Nan  Broome  straightened,  stood  i 
"Amy,"  she  said,  "I've  lived  in  Windovc 
lot  longer  than  you  have.  I  know  to  a  rai; 
eyebrow  just  what  people  say,  what  they ; 
no  doubt  saying.  But  it  can't  be  helped.  I 
here.  I'm*of  some  use,  I  hope.  I'll  stay  i 
long  as  I'm  needed.  If  I'd  cared  much  wl 
people  say,  I'd  have  moved  out  of  this  to* 
years  and  years  ago." 

"I'm  sorry,"  Amy  said  quietly. 

"That's  all  right.  No  need  to  be  sorry. . 
I'm  done  here  for  now.  Come  on  up  and  we 
find  a  dish  for  the  arbutus." 

"No,  I  won't  go  in,"  Amy  said,  and  presst 
the  flowers  into  Nan  Broome's  soil-staim 
hands.  Then  she  quickly  kissed  Nan  Broome 
cheek  and  said,  "Bless  you!"  and  strode o 
across  the  lawn. 

(Continued  on  Page  120) 


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When  Nan  Broome  went  in,  she  automati- 
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reheat.  She  found  a  dish  for  the  arbutus,  car- 
ried it  in  to  Medora. 

"Amy  brought  these,"  she  said.  "Do  you 
want  more  coffee  before  you  go,  Haniel?" 

He  had  grown  thin  this  spring,  she  saw, 
but  she  saw  it  without  the  agony  of  pity  she 
might  once  have  felt.  "Yes,  a  cup,"  he  said, 
and  came  out  to  the  kitchen. 

He  found  it  hard  to  look  straight  at  her 
these  days,  she  knew.  He  was  ashamed,  and 
yet  helpless  to  change  anything.  One  night 
when  Medora's  pain  had  been  intense,  the 
cast  almost  unbearable,  she  had  found  Haniel 
in  the  kitchen,  head  down  on  his  arms  on  the 
table;  every  line  of  his  long,  loose-jointed 
body  was  a  line  of  grief,  of  exhaustion. 

Now  he  said,  "We're  going  to  take  the 
cast  off  tomorrow." 

"Well,  that'll  be  a  relief,"  she  said.  "She'll 
pick  up,  once  that's  off." 

After  Haniel  had  gone,  haunted,  she  knew, 
by  the  fear  that  was  his  particular  fear,  and 
in  this  case  so  much  more  horrible  than  any 
other,  she  went  in  to  Medora. 

"  Well,  the  seeds  are  in,"  she  said.  "Haniel 
says  the  cast  is  coming  off  tomorrow.  That's 
good.  You'll  feel  a  hundred  per  cent  better." 

"You're  bound  I'm  going  to  get  well, 
aren't  you?" 

"I  don't  see  why  you  shouldn't."  She  be- 
gan to  talk  of  the  herbs,  of  the  seeds  she  had 
just  put  in.  Medora  seemed  to  be  listening 
with  only  half  her  mind. 

"  I  remember  the  first  words  you  ever  said 
to  me,"  she  said  suddenly."  They  were  about 
the  herb  garden  too." 

"Yes,  I  remember." 

"I  didn't  help  you  start  an  herb  bed, 
did  I?" 

"No." 

The  conversation  was  getting  out  of  hand, 
Nan  Broome  knew,  but  she  could  not  some- 
how evade  Medora's  directness. 

"I'm  sorry,"  Medora  said. 

It  was  the  second  time  that  morning  that 
Nan  Broome  had  had  those  words  said  to 
her.  She  had  just  borne  the  first  time — this 
one  was  too  much.  The  Medora  Jessups  of 
this  world  never,  never  said  they  were  sorry. 
She  could  not  answer  at  once. 

"It  didn't  matter,"  she  said  at  last.  "My 
time's  been  full  enough  without  herb  gar- 
dens." 

"Yes,  it's  been  full,  I  dare  say,"  Medora 
said.  "But  it  mattered.  To  me,  at  any  rate." 
Then  she  smiled  directly  at  Nan  Broome,  as 
if  there  had  never  been  Haniel  between  them, 
as  if  she  were  making  up  for  all  the  years 
since  that  time  in  the  garden  so  long  ago. 
"It's  mattered  quite  a  lot." 

Nan  Broome  stood  still,  with  all  the  years 
coming  to  a  point  in  this  moment,  just  as  it 
said  on  the  sundial.  "Yes,"  she  said  at  last. 
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wet  with  sudden  tears. 

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idle  in  the  kitchen. 

She  looked  at  him  a  little  blankly  and 
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"No  hurry,"  he  said,  though  he  was  al- 
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"  I'm  all  right.  Maybe  a  little  tired." 

He  hesitated,  gave  a  glance  or  two  before 
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know." 

"I'll  manage." 

"  I  don't  want  you  to  get  down  sick." 

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apologetic  smile. 

"No  guts,  eh?"  he  said.  "Is  that  the  way 
you  see  me,  Nan?" 

A  wave  of  sudden  sorrow  went  over  her, 
but  she  said  in  the  same  voice,  "Yes,  that's 
the  way,  Haniel,  unless  you  buck  up." 

"Then  I'd  better  buck  up,"  he  said.  She 
waited,  but  he  said  nothing  more,  and  she 
walked  out  of  the  living  room,  back  to  the 
library  and  her  night's  vigil. 

They  took  the  cast  off  the  next  day.  The 
legs  were  healing  nicely,  but  there  was  still 
a  good  deal  of  pain  from  the  broken  pelvis. 
Medora  was  very  tired  after  it  was  all  over. 
They  gave  her  something  to  make  her  sleep. 

"Not  just  as  I'd  like  it,  but  now  maybe  we 
can  get  at  whatever  is  causing  the  pain," 
Richards  said.  "Pressure  on  a  kidney,  looks 
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gone  and  before  Medora  had  fallen  asleep, 
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heard  from  Richards. 


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^  clear  language  is  the  style  of  a 
confirmed  bachelor.  He  never  has  to 
explain  anything  to  a  wife. 

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The  Importance  of  Living 
(John  Day  Co.,  Inc.). 


"Don't  laugh,  Medora — it'll  hurt,"  he 
said,  "but  listen  " 

And  that  night  when  Richards  came  back 
for  the  examination,  Haniel  talked  with  him 
professionally  in  the  front  room,  treating  it 
like  any  case,  so  far  as  Nan  could  see.  She 
could  see  the  vein  standing  out  on  his  fore- 
head from  time  to  time,  though. 

Next  day  Haniel  said,  "Are  you  anxious  to 
get  over  to  the  house,  Nan?" 

"No,  not  especially." 

"Well,  maybe  we  could  find  someone  from 
Brumley  to  take  over  here  now.  Richards 
thought  there  were  a  couple  girls  available." 

She  looked  about  the  kitchen  in  which  she 
seemed  to  have  been  working  for  a  lifetime. 
"  It  really  doesn't  matter,"  she  said.  "  Might 
as  well  let  things  go  as  they  are  now." 

"You're  awfully  tired." 

"I'm  all  right.  Just  let  it  go  for  now." 

He  was  trying  to  show  her  he  had  bucked 
up,  he  was  trying  to  apologize  for  this  burden 
he  had  put  upon  her,  but  the  truth  was  that 
it  mattered  no  longer,  just  as  she  had  said. 
And  she  felt,  besides,  a  necessity  to  stay,  not 
to  leave  Medora. 

They  talked  of  an  operation,  but  decided 
against  it  for  the  moment.  Medora  did  not 
get  up,  though  she  could  move  her  legs.  She 
seemed  very  quiet,  though  there  were  mo- 
ments when  the  sound  of  her  husky  laughter 
matched  Haniel's.  Then,  for  no  reason  they 
could  see,  the  pain  eased,  and  some  of  the 
grayness  went  from  her  face. 

It  was  the  next  week  when  Micah  came. 
He  came  unannounced,  unexpectedly.  He 
knew  his  mother  was  there  looking  after  Me- 
dora and  he  had  chided  her  about  it,  but 
lightly,  as  if  he  realized  she  had  to  do  what 
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He  came  into  the  house  without  knocking 
and  his  mother  in  the  kitchen  heard  his  step 
and  recognized  it,  with  apprehension.  She 
came  out  into  the  hall  just  as  he  reached  Me- 
dora's  door.  Haniel  was  in  there  reading  to 
Medora.  Micah  stood  in  the  doorway  a  mo- 
ment, not  saying  a  word,  though  Haniel  said, 
"Why,  son,  what  brings  you  home?"  and 
Medora  said, "  Hello,  Micah."  He  just  looked 
at  them,  and  did  not  speak,  then  he  turned 
and  saw  his  mother.  He  took  her  by  the  arm 


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and  led  her  back  to  the  living  room,  looked 
about  as  if  wondering  about  being  over- 
heard and  then  said: 

"Come  out  in  the  garden." 

She  came  with  him.  It  was  just  before 
dark  and  they  walked  in  soft  grayness  across 
the  grass  to  the  bench,  sat  down.  She  could 
see  that  Micah  was  keyed  up  to  the  point  of 
explosion.  She  wanted  to  stop  him,  laugh  at 
him  a  little,  but  the  tension  was  too  great. 
For  a  moment  he  did  not  speak,  then  he  said: 

"I  suppose  you  think  I'm  the  biggest  fool 
in  the  world." 

"No,  I  wouldn't  say  that,  Micah." 

"You  get  out  of  there,  do  you  hear?  What 
sort  of  a  woman  are  you  to  stand  that  kind  of 
thing?  You're  coming  back  to  Boston  with 
me." 

"Don't  be  silly,  Micah.  I'm  doing  no  such 
thing." 

"Well,  you  are.  . .  .  How  I've  hurt  you  on 
this  business,  all  because  I  was  such  a  blind 
fool!" 

"Micah,  calm  down." 

"Calm  down?  I'm  going  to  raise  the  big- 
gest row  that  Windover's  ever  seen — that's 
how  calm  I'm  going  to  be." 

"I  suppose  Nell  Peel  has  talked  to  you." 

"I  suppose  she  has.  ...  I  laughed  about 
your  'good  works'— and  she  froze  up  and 
said,  'He  can't  ask  her  to  do  that.  He  can't.' 
And  then  it  came  out. . . .  You  needn't  blame 
her.  Goodness  knows,  she's  kept  it  to  herself 
long  enough." 

"Micah,  stop.  I'm  not  blaming  anybody. 
Why  should  I?  I'm  going  to  tell  you  how  I 
happened  to  marry  your  father.  It's  about 
time  you  knew.  And  I  don't  want  any  inter- 
ruptions, either.  It  was  this  way  " 

And  she  told  him  how  it  had  happened,  told 
it  slowly,  without  much  emotion,  as  if  it  were 
someone  else's  story. 

So,  you  see,  son,  it  never  was  a  love 
match,  in  the  ordinary  sense.  It  was  a  part- 
nership, and  it's  been  a  good  one.  Of  course  I 
minded  when  I  was  young  and  vulnerable, 
but  that  is  a  long  time  ago.  I'm  not  young 
now,  Micah.  I  don't  hate  your  father,  nor 
Medora  either.  Of  course  it's  often  been  dif- 
ficult and  trying,  but  life  is  always  difficult. 
Of  course  there's  been  gossip,  but  not  so  much 
as  you  might  think.  And  you're  not  going  to 
add  to  it,  either.  It's  my  personal  affair,  son. 
Mine,  not  yours.  You  have  all  you  can  man- 
age with  your  own  loves,  I  imagine.  I'll  leave 
yours  alone — but  you  leave  mine  alone." 

"How  can  I?"  he  said,  but  more  calmly 
and  soberly.  "I  can't,  mother.  I  can't  pos- 


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sibly,  now  I  know.  I  can't  ever  speak 
again.  Or  her." 

"On  the  contrary,  I  expect  you  tj 
and  be  decent.  You've  got  to  get  it  in 
head,  Micah,  that  this  isn't  your  bi| 
Your  father,  from  his  lights,  hasn't  q 
on  his  partnership — and  I  don't  think  I 
has  much,  either.  They  are  good  peopllij 
hurt." 

"  I  don't  know  whether  you're  a  sailfH 
devil,"  Micah  said. 

"  I  don't  know  myself — some  of  eachrob. 
ably.  Most  of  us  are." 

"The  whole  town  is  probably  laughs 
whispering." 


"No  doubt.  It  doesn't  matter.  .  .  J0Wi 
let's  go  in,  Micah.  And  be  decent.  If  it  is 
be  an  act,  then  make  it  a  good  one.  I- 
don't  think  I  can  take  any  more  env 
disturbance."  She  knew  that  last  sente 
a  weakness,  but  it  was  true — she  coi 
stand  any  more.  It  was  dark  now.  Shi 
up.  "Come  along,"  she  said.  He  cam 
her.  "How  is  Nell  Peel?"  she  asked. 

"The  same."  Then  he  suddenly  la 
and  she  heard  the  sound  with  great 
"You're  right — I've  always  given  y 
brush-off  on  Nell,  haven't  I?  I  exp 
marry  the  girl,  if  I  don't  kill  her  first 

"Good,"  she  said.  "I'm  pleased." 

"She's  bitter  as  a  persimmon,  but 
acquire  a  taste  for  persimmons  

"I'm  pleased,"  she  said  again. 

He  did  put  on  a  good  act.  He  evei 
his  abruptness  on  entering  natural- 
was  so  intent  on  telling  his  mother 
thing,  he  couldn't  think  of  anything  el; 
laughed  when  quizzed  about  what  tht 
thing  was.  He  told  Medora  a  few  funny 
about  school,  told  her  of  Bacon's  late 
ventures,  finally  said  he  had  to  rush  ba< 
made  his  departure.  Nan  Broome  wal 
the  opening  in  the  barberry  hedge  witi 

He  put  his  arms  about  her  suddenly 
her  on  either  cheek.  "You're  a  dilly 
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dilly,  mom!  Be  seeing  you!" 

It  wasn't  till  next  day  that  Haniel 
her  what  Micah  had  come  for.  He  aske< 
most  as  if  he  didn't  want  to  know,  or  a 
knew  already  but  couldn't  bear  to  have 
into  words. 

"  He's  engaged  to  Nell  Peel,"  she  said 
calmly. 

It  was  almost  funny  to  see  the  relie 
which  he  took  this  news.  "Well,  it's! 
neral,"  he  said.  It  wasn't  what  he'd  exp 

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Ordinarily  he  would  have  stormed  profanely 
at  the  news,  but  now  his  relief  kept  him  sane. 

Now  it  was  May  and  the  apple  trees  in  the 
old  orchard  showed  pink  in  their  buds.  The 
herbs  in  the  perennial  bed  were  green.  Every 
morning,  early,  Nan  Broome  worked  in  the 
garden.  She  liked  being  out  there  by  herself, 
where  she  didn't  have  to  make  her  face  ex- 
pressionless, didn't  have  to  be  a  robot  with- 
out feelings. 

Then  one  morning,  after  she  had  come  in, 
prepared  the  breakfast  trays,  eaten,  washed 
the  few  dishes  and  sent  Haniel  off  on  his 
rounds,  Medora  said,  "  I  am  going  to  get  up." 

"Get  up?  Did  the  doctor  say  you  could?" 

"No.  But  I'm  going  to.  Sit  in  a  chair  for  a 
while  anyway.  I  expect  my  legs  won't  be  very 
stable."  Then  she  laughed.  It  was  sorry  laugh- 
ter, but  it  had  its  own  ironic  humor  too.  "  I 
don't  think  I'm  going  to  manage  dying,  after 
all,"  she  said.  "Think  you  can  get  me  into  a 
chair  by  yourself?" 

"  Yes.  Maybe  you  ought  to  have  crutches 
to  begin  with." 

"If  the  chair's  right  by  the  bed,  I  think  I 
can  make  it." 

"All  right.  We'll  try,"  Nan  Broome  said. 
She  brought  a  comfortable  chair  close  to  the 
bed,  brought  a  stool  to  ease  the  descent  from 
the  bed. 

It  was  not  too  easy,  and  Medora  found 
that  her  legs  were  very  weak  and  unsteady, 
but  they  made  it,  and  Medora  sat  in  the  chair 
covered  in  brown  and  yellow-flowered  cre- 
tonne, an  afghan  over  her  knees.  The  effort 
had  tired  her  and  her  face  was  colorless,  but 
she  said,  "Well,  here  I  am." 

"  Twasn't  too  bad,  was  it?  Make  it  for 
just  a  few  minutes  this  time.  A  little  more  ev- 
ery day." 

"A  little  more  every  day.  Yes,  that's  the 
way  it  goes,  doesn't  it?  A  little  more  every 
day." 

Nan  Broome  laughed  and  agreed.  "That's 
the  way  it  goes."  She  went  out  to  the  kitchen' 
and  brought  in  a  pitcher  full  of  apple  blos- 
soms she  had  gathered  that  morning. 

"How  long  is  it?"  Medora  asked. 

"Five  minutes.  Long  enough?" 

"Close  to  it.  .  .  .  Always  a  little  scornful 
of  invalids.  See  how  it  is  now,  though." 

"Put  your  arm  around  my  neck.  We  won't 
overdo  it  this  time." 

Medora  was  back  against  her  pillow. 

"Queer.  Seemed  a  long  time.  Five  min- 
utes," Medora  said.  "But  it's  the  silly  truth. 
I'm  going  to  get  well." 

After  that  she  got  up  every  day.  Haniel 
got  some  crutches  and  she  took  a  few  steps. 
She  still  had  days  of  pain,  but  she  was  get- 
ting stronger,  there  was  no  doubt  about  that. 
She  had  more  strength  in  her  voice,  was  some- 
times brusque. 

One  day  she  said,  "Haniel,  don't  fuss  over 
me  so.  I'm  used  to  doing  things  for  myself 
and  I  don't  like  being  fussed  over.  Get  on 
about  your  calls — we  can  manage  here  all 
right." 

Haniel  reddened,  but  took  himself  off. 

So  it  was  a  new  routine  now,  one  of  con- 
valescence. Medora,  up,  was  more  or  less  the 
old  Medora,  a  little  arrogant  as  all  the  Jes- 
sups  had  ever  been,  but  humorous,  with  the 
old  unconquerable  glint  in  her  eyes.  Nan 
Broome  saw,  with  some  compassion,  some 
gratefulness,  that  she  evaded  now  being 
alone  with  Haniel.  She  fixed  it  so  they  ate 
together,  or  else  she  ate  before  Haniel  came 
in.  She  took  to  reading  more.  One  day  she 
asked  Nan  Bnxmie  to  read  to  her. 

"Like  the  sound  of  your  voice,"  she  said. 

So  aftcrnmns  it  became  a  habit  that  Nan 
Broome  sat  by  the  bed  and  read  aloud  to  her. 
Nothing  very  special — articles  from  maga- 
zines the  neighbors  brought  in,  sometimes 
an  essay  in  an  old  book,  sometimes  some- 
thing from  Medora's  store  of  Ixmks  on  herbs. 
It  was  easier,  this  routine,  Nan  Broome 
thought,  but  dangerous  t<x>.  For  they  were 
like  friends  as  they  shared  Ixxiks. 

Then  one  day  Medora  said,  "I've  had  a 
letter  from  Kit  Stone,  an  old  friend  of  mine. 
She's  offered  to  come  and  stay  the  summer 
with  me    I'm  going  to  let  her." 

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"Yes,  of  course  I  ought  to  be  at  home," 
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fussy,  fashionable,  pretty  little  woman  who 
stood  watching  them  with  a  puzzled  glance 
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"There's  no  'thank  you' — or  I  can't  say 
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"Whenever  I  can,"  Nan  Broome  said. 

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Nan  Broome  walked  home  through  the 
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was  strange,  being  outside,  in  another  world 
again,  these  weeks  behind  her.  She  met  no 
one  and  was  relieved  that  it  was  so,  not  from 
embarrassment,  but  because  she  wanted  to 
walk  this  bridge  between  these  weeks  and 
the  future  in  quiet.  She  felt  that  she  should 
be  feeling  like  a  different  woman,  but  she  did 
not.  She  was  still  fat  Mrs.  Broome,  Doctor 
Broome's  wife.  Yet  she  knew  there  were 
changes  somewhere,  even  though  they  were 
not  the  changes  one  might  have  expected  nor 
stemming  from  the  outside  drama  of  the 
events  in  the  Jessup  house. 

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mop  and  cloth,  dusted  where  it  showed  the 
most. 

/  don't  suppose  there's  anything  in  the  house 
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the  mixing  bowls  stood,  smiled  a  little  in 
self-derision. 

She  heard  Haniel  come  into  the  office. 
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Haniel  looked  up  slowly,  looked  straight 
at  her,  but  he  said  nothing.  He  came  out  to 
the  table.  "Good  to  be  home  again,"  he  said. 
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"I've  been  thinking,"  he  said.  "Thought 
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and  I'd  go  up  to  Boston  for  that  week  with 
Dameshek.  Do  you  good  to  get  away  for  a 
while — and  you  could  look  in  on  Micah  now 
and  again.  Like  the  idea?" 

"Well,  there's  a  lot  to  do  here.  You'd  get 
more  out  of  it  if  you  went  by  yourself." 

"No,  no,"  he  said  impatiently.  "Won't  go 
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"All  right,  then,  I'll  go." 

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DANNY 

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the  eight-year-old,  whose  name  was  Donald 
and  the  next  day  he  was  in  the  garden.  Two 
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after  telling  the  Burtons'  maid  to  go  to  hell 
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For  about  a  week  Danny  accepted  his  exile, 
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"Can  Jimmy  come  out?"  Danny  asked, 
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"Oh.  All  right,  then."  Danny  drifted  away, 
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the  radio,  and  each  time  made  some  remark 
about  how  nice  it  would  be  if  they  could  both 
play  in  the  garden.  Then  Donald  would  go 
home  and  ask  his  father  when  Danny  would 
be  allowed  back  in  the  garden,  and  George 
Burton  would  be  noncommittal.  For  Danny, 
the  situation  began  to  look  desperate.  In 
order  to  point  up  his  plight,  he  would  wait 
until  Donald  went  into  the  garden,  and  then 
he  would  go  home  and  have  long  and  loud 
conversations  with  Donald  through  his 
living-room  window. 

One  afternoon  George  Burton  and  James 
Fletcher  were  sitting  in  the  garden,  making 
idle  conversation,  when  they  saw  Danny's 
round,  dark  eyes  staring  at  them. 

"That  kid  gives  me  the  creeps,"  Fletcher 
said.  "But  I  don't  know  why." 

"Me  too,"  said  Burton.  "He  always  seems 
to  be  plotting  something." 

Knowing  that  they  were  talking  about  him, 
Danny  spoke  up.  "Is  Donald  around,  Mr. 
Burton?"  he  said. 

"  I  think  he's  inside." 

"May  I  speak  to  him,  please?"  Danny's 
voice  was  soft,  but  there  was  a  note  of  ur- 
gency in  it. 

"All  right."  Burton  got  up  and  called 
through  the  Dutch  door  into  the  house.  Don- 
ald came  out.  "Your  friend  wants  to  tell 
you  something,"  Burton  said,  indicating 
Danny's  window. 

Burton  resumed  his  seat  in  the  deck  chair, 
and  for  a  while  he  and  Fletcher  could  hear 
nothing  of  what  went  on  between  the  two 
boys.  Then  Danny's  voice  rose. 

"Well,"  he  said,  "I  know  that  if  /  had  a 
garden  to  play  in,  I'd  let  my  friends  in." 

Donald  turned  to  his  father.  "When  can 
Danny  come  back  in  the  garden?  "  he  asked. 

"You  can  tell  him,"  Burton  said,  "that  he 
can  come  back  when  he's  learned  some  man- 
ners and  will  do  as  he's  told." 

That  gave  Danny  his  cue.  He  went  out  of 
his  way  to  be  in  front  of  the  houses  when 
Burton  and  Fletcher  came  out  in  the  morn- 
ing; he  said,  "Good  morning,  sir,"  and 
"Good  evening,  sir";  he  picked  up  the  news- 
papers from  where  the  delivery  boy  had 
thrown  them;  and  once  or  twice  he  was  dis- 
covered cleaning  the  front  steps.  Also,  since 
he  was  excluded  only  from  the  garden  itself, 
he  would  go  into  the  house  when  the  other 
children  were  out  back,  and  lean  wistfully 
over  the  lower  half  of  the  Dutch  door  and 
watch  them  play. 

During  this  part  of  his  campaign,  Danny 
took  pains  to  make  it  clear  why  the  garden 
meant  so  much  to  him.  One  day  he  wandered 
in  off  the  street. 

"Mrs.  Burton,"  he  said,  "could  I  have  a 
couple  of  Donald's  toys  to  play  with  out 
front?" 

"No,"  said  Alice.  "They'll  get  lost  out 
front,  or  people  will  steal  them.  Don't  you 
have  any  toys  of  your  own?" 

"Oh,  I  have  plenty  of  toys,"  Danny  said 
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"Well,  I'm  sorry,  but  I  can't  let  you  take 
Donald's  out  front.'' 

"I  just  thought  I'd  ask,"  said  Danny. 

Another  time,  Donald  came  home  from 
school  full  of  news  about  a  play  his  class  was 
going  to  give.  This  became  quite  involved 
and  necessitated  considerable  running  and 
jumping,  but  Alice  listened  with  apparent 
interest  and  testrained  him  only  when  he 
came  close  to  upsetting  the  pots  on  the  stove. 

Danny,  who  had  been  silently  reading  a 
comic  book,  stood  up.  "If  I  told  my  mother 
about  a  play,"  he  said,  "she'd  throw  me 
out  of  the  house."  He  picked  out  another 
comic  book  and  resumed  his  seat. 

Alice  looked  at  her  watch.  "Isn't  it  time 
for  you  to  be  going?" 

Danny  didn't  look  up  from  his  comic.  "I'm 
not  supposed  to  go  home  until  supper's 
ready,"  he  said. 

Gradually  the  campaign  began  to  take  ef- 
fect, and  the  more  the  Burtons  and  the 
Fletchers  learned  about  Danny's  home  life, 
the  sorrier  they  became  for  him.  His  father 
and  his  mother  worked  all  day,  and  when 
they  got  home  in  the  evening  they  wanted 
absolute  quiet  around  the  house.  His  mother 
found  her  relaxation  by  sitting  motionless 
in  a  chair  with  hei  feet  on  the  coffee  table; 
his  father  read  the  evening  paper  lying  on  the 
couch,  and  was  usually  asleep  before  he  fin- 
ished the  sports  section.  He  read  the  paper 
backward,  so  he  seldom  found  out  what  was 
on  the  front  page.  He  nevertheless  had  sev- 
eral well-developed  theories  as  to  what  was 
the  matter  with  the  world,  and  his  infrequent 
talks  with  Danny  generally  contained  advice 
on  how  to  get  ahead  in  business. 

Finally,  one  Saturday  morning,  George 
Burton  saw  Danny  hanging  on  the  front  gate 


The  pleasure  of  doing  good  is  the 
only  one  that  will  not  wear  out. 

—CHINESE  PROVERB. 


and  called  him  inside.  Danny  came  in  si- 
lently, his  eyes  wide. 

"Danny,"  Burton  said,  "you  were  kept 
out  of  the  garden  because  you  disobeyed  me, 
by  taking  gravel  into  the  house,  and  were 
rude  to  Celestine  when  she  scolded  you  for 
it.  Now,  anybody  is  welcome  to  play  here  as 
long  as  he's  polite  and  doesn't  break  any  rules 
and  if  you  can  remember  that  we'd  be  glad 
to  have  you  back.  Do  you  think  you  can?" 

"Yes,  sir,"  said  Danny,  his  face  bright. 

For  a  week  or  two  Danny's  behavior  was 
perfect,  and  Burton  congratulated  himself  on 
having  effected  a  transformation  in  the  boy 
by  reasoning  with  him. 

"Essentially  he's  a  good  kid,"  he  told 
Fletcher  one  day;  "it's  just  that  he's  never 
been  exposed  to  fair,  logical  discipline." 

"I  hope  you're  right,"  said  Fletcher. 

The  rules  of  the  garden  were  simple.  It  was 
forbidden  to  play  with  a  hard  baseball  when 
the  two  small  children  were  around,  and  no- 
body was  allowed  to  climb  the  ailanthus  trees 
or  run  around  among  the  flowers  and  bushes. 
A  low  wire  fence  around  the  planted  area 
helped  enforce  the  latter  rule,  and  this  could 
be  crossed  only  in  the  case  of  someone's 
having  to  retrieve  a  ball.  Danny  obeyed  these 
rules  to  the  letter;  if  the  children  were 
around  he  would  never  throw  a  baseball  to 
someone  else,  but  he  would  toss  it  in  the  air 
and  catch  it  himself.  He  was  often  in  the 
planted  area,  but  whenever  he  was  called  on 
it  he  was  able  to  stoop  down  and  pick  up  a 
ball  or  a  toy,  which  he  said  he  had  gone  there 
to  get.  Then  a  new  rule  had  to  be  intro- 
duced: there  would  be  no  playing  with  the 
little  children's  toys.  This  came  about  shortly 
after  Tommy,  the  Fletchers'  two-year-old, 
received  a  small,  wooden  wheelbarrow  for  his 
birthday.  The  minute  he  took  it  into  the  gar- 
den Danny  spotted  it  and  took  it  away  from 
him.  Mary  Fletcher  heard  Tommy's  wails 
and  went  to  the  door. 

"Whose  wheelbarrow  is  this?"  Danny 
asked,  holding  it  up. 

"  It's  Tommy's,"  said  Mary.  "Give  it  back 
to  him." 

"What  would  he  use  it  for?" 

"To  carry  things  in.  Go  on,  give  it  back." 


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Mojuil  we  vc  (  ill  our  losses 
by  1 1 a \  i ii •!  our  workers  use 
Sofskin  Creme,"  says  Na- 
thaniel Juilson,  Chairman 
of  the  Board  of  Directors. 


Snag  goes  the  slocking  Quick,  smooth  on  Sof-  "Sofskin"  Hands  glide  in- 
when  (laky  dryskin  hiis  skin!  It  penetrates  and  to  stockings.  Smoother, 
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ence! Dry  surface  skin  seems  to  lap  up  iis  creamy  "toothless.  Kor  this 
amazing  cream  penetrates  .  .  .  cloesn'l  jusi  slick  the  top.  Made  with  true 
skin-softeners,  ii  smooths  3  kinds  of  dryskin  . . .  cold-weather  roughness, 
soapy-water  chapping,  hard-water  dryness.  Suddenlj  you,  too,  have 
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LADIES'  HOME  JOl  !<  \  \1 


ruary. 


She  was  baffled! 


How  about  you? 


We  asked  a  New  York  housewife, 

"What's  in  this  wrapped  hox?" 

"It's  bath  salts... no.  it's  eandy!"  she  said. 
Both  guesses  were  wrong! 

It's  easy  to  guess  wrong  about  this  wrapped  box.  It  looks  as 
though  it  might  contain  so  many  different  kinds  of  things. 

Actually,  it's  Modess — in  the  wonderful  new -shape  box!  So 
skillfully  shaped  not  to  look  like  a  napkin  box.  that  the  sharpest 
eyes  couldn't  guess  what's  inside  the  wrapping. 

Kad  to  make  sure  you'll  oUoayS  get  it  neatlv  wrapped — Modess 
non  wraps  the  boxes  before  they  e\en  reach  your  store.  No  delay 
or  embarrassment  for  \ou.  Of  the  leading  brands,  oril\  Modess 
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napkins  per  box;  same  pric  e.  Regular,  Junior,  or  Super  sizes. 


.Modess— new  -shape  hox 
read)  -M  rapped  .  .  . 
8a\o  em barrassment 2 


"Oh.  all  right."  Danny  gave  it  to  Tommy, 
and  a  few  minutes  later  Mary  looked  out  the 
window  and  saw  Tommy  riding  happily  in 
the  wheelbarrow,  while  Danny  pushed  him 
around  the  garden.  A  half  hour  later  Danny 
appeared  at  the  door.  "Mrs.  Fletcher,"  he 
said,  "Tommy  broke  his  wheelbarrow.  Can 
you  fix  it?" 

Mary  went  outside,  and  saw  Tommy 
squatting  down  examining  the  wheelbarrow. 
The  axle  and  shafts  were  splintered,  and  the 
wheel  had  been  wrenched  off. 

"How  did  it  happen?"  she  asked,  picking 
up  the  wheel. 

"Tommy  did  it." 

' '  How  did  he  do  it  ?  He's  not  strong  enough 
to  break  a  thing  like  this." 

"Well,  he  was  trying  to  push  me.  First  I 
pushed  him.  and  then  he  wanted  to  push  me. 
So  I  sat  in  it.  and  the  wheel  came  off." 

"You  should  have  known  better  than  to  sit 
on  a  toy  that  size.  It  wasn't  made  to  hold 
your  weight." 

Immediately  Danny  took  the  offensive. 
"You  said  yourself  it  was  to  carry  things  in." 
he  said.  "How  was  I  supposed  to  know  it 
would  break?" 

Mary  stared  at  him  for  a  moment.  "If  you 
don't  know."  she  said,  "how  to  play  with  the 
little  kids'  toys,  then  you'd  better  not  touch 
any  of  them.  Just  leave  them  all  alone." 

Danny  shrugged.  "I'm  not  supposed  to 
know  everything." 

Mary  whirled  and  stamped  into  the  house. 
She  reported  the  incident  to  Fletcher  when 
he  got  home  and  he  called  Danny  in  from  the 
garden. 

"Mrs.    Fletcher   tells   me   you  broke 
Tommy's  wheelbarrow."  Fletcher  said.  "And 
it  appears  you  were  quite 
mde  to  her  when  she  asked  HHHH 
you  about  it." 

"I'm  sorry,  sir;  I  didn't 
mean  to  be." 

"Well,  in  the  future 
you  leave  the  little  kids' 
toys  alone." 


When  none  of  the  adults  was  aro 
Danny  took  over  the  garden  and  did  pi 
much  as  he  pleased.  He  took  the  small 
dren's  toys,  after  looking  carefully  at 
houses  to  see  if  he  were  being  watched, 
played  with  them  until  he  either  tire 
them  or  broke  them.  When  Donald  Bu 
was  with  him.  Danny  paid  no  attentio 
the  younger  children  other  than  to  tr 
badger  them  into  going  inside,  and  an; 
minders  from  Donald  about  the  garden  i 
were  met  with  withering  scorn.  One 
when  he  and  Donald  were  alone  in  the 
den.  Danny  decided  to  explore  the  Fletcl 
house. 


ha 


Hey,"  said  Donald,  "don't  go  in  tl 
They're  still  asleep." 

"I've  as  much  right  here  as  y 
said  Danny,  and  went  inside. 

He  prowled  around  the  house  for  abou 
teen  minutes,  and  finally  wound  up  on 
fourth  floor,  where  Mary  Fletcher  was  si 
ing.  He  walked  quietly  to  her  dressing  t 
and  in  a  leisurely  manner  began  to  ins 
her  jewel  box.  She  opened  one  eye,  saw  1 
and  sat  bolt  upright. 

"Hey."  she  said,  holding  thecoverss 
her,  "what  do  you  think  you're  doing?" 

"Oh.  you're  awake,"  Danny  said,  tun 
"I  thought  you  were  probably  sick  ori 
thing." 

"You'll  be  sick  if  you  don't  get  out  of! 
Now,  go  on!  Out!"  She  pointed  at  thei 
with  one  hand,  still  holding  the  covers 
the  other. 

"Those  are  pretty  nice  beads,"  Danny 
as  he  went  out.  "If  they're  real,"  he  ad 
and  wandered  down  the  stairs. 


^  The  secret  of  being  miser- 
able  is  to  take  time  to  won- 
der whether  yon  are  happy  or 
not.         —GEORGE  BERNARD  SHAW. 


new  shape 


old  shape 


"Yes,  sir." 

"And  mind  your  manners  when  you're 
spoken  to." 
"Yes.  sir." 

There  was  a  pause.  "All  right,"  Fletcher 
said.  "You  can  go  now." 

"Yes.  sir,"  said  Danny.  He  turned  and  tip- 
toed into  the  garden. 

Danny  was  more  careful  after  that,  and 
seemed  to  sense  when  a  new  rule  was  about  to 
be  made.  Whenever  he  felt  that  his  position 
was  becoming  insecure  he  was  the  personifi- 
cation of  virtue  and  humility;  as  soon  as  he 
began  to  feel  sure  of  himself  again  he  would 
become  casual  and  familiar.  He  was  never  at 
ease  with  Burton,  and  he  tried  just  once  to  be 
friendly  with  Fletcher.  It  was  a  chilly  spring 
day.  and  when  Fletcher  got  home  he  built  a 
roaring  fire  in  the  living-room  fireplace  and 
settled  down  to  read  the  evening  paper.  He 
heard  a  noise  beside  him  and.  looking  up,  saw- 
Danny  sprawled  in  a  chair  near  the  fire. 

"I  love  an  open  fire,  don't  you?"  said 
Danny. 

"Yes,"  said  Fletcher.  "That's  why  I 
made  it."  He  turned  to  his  paper. 
Dannv  spoke  again.  "Mr.  Fletcher." 
"What?" 

"  Where 'd  you  get  the  money  to  buy  this 
house?" 

I  often  wonder."  It  was  mid-March,  and 
only  the  week  before  Fletcher  had  toyed  with 
the  idea  of  moving  to  Paraguay. 

"My  father  says  that  anyone  with  a  lot  of 
money  these  days  must  either  be  a  crook  or 
must  have  had  a  lot  left  to  him." 

"Well,  that  lets  me  out  on  all  counts,  be- 
cause I  haven't  got  a  lot  of  money." 

"You  live  pretty  well  here,  though.  Just 
the  other  night,  my  father  said  " 

Fletcher  put  his  paper  down.  "Listen,"  he 
said,  "would  you  mind  letting  me  read  my 
paper?  Go  on  out  and  play." 

"Yes,  sir."  Danny  stood  up  and  was  gone. 

He  was  more  at  ease  with  Mary  Fletcher 
and  Alice  Burton,  and  would  try  occasionally 
to  make  jokes  with  them.  The  trouble  was 
that  his  jokes  were  always  those  of  a  sarcastic 
adult  rather  than  a  playful  child,  and  they 
never  failed  to  fall  Hat. 


It  was  on  a  Satur' 
night  that  the  Burt 
and  the  Fletchers  fin 
started  their  campaigr 
banish  Danny,  once 
for  all,  from  the  premi 
■■■■■■jjajjjjjBjjjjjjjjjj  Saturday  morning  Dai 
was  feeling  gay  and  ca 
as,  without  ringing,  he  opened  the  Burtc 
kitchen  door  and  breezed  inside.  Alice  \ 
spooning  breakfast  into  Bobby,  the  Burtc  I 
two-year-old. 

"Can  Donald  come  out?"  Danny  ask  I 
"He's  gone  to  the  country."  Alice  se  I 
"Oh." Danny lookedatBobby'shair.wh  I 
bristled  over  his  ears.  "What's  thematta  I 
he  said.  "Can't  you  afford  to  get  him  ah  I 
cut?" 

"He's  had  a  cold."  Alice  said,  restrain  I 
herself.  "He  hasn't  been  out  all  week." 

"Oh,"  said  Danny.  He  picked  up  a  ca  I 
book  and  sat  down  with  his  back  to  the  I 
frigerator. 

Alice  fed  Bobby  all  he  would  eat,  then 
up  and  went  to  the  refrigerator. "  Excuse  m 
she  said,  with  her  hand  on  the  refrigerat 
door  handle.  Danny  looked  up  at  her  brie 
then  looked  back  at  his  comic  book 
hunched  one  shoulder  aside  just  enough 
that  the  door  could  open.  Alice  fought  dc 
a  sudden  urge  to  kick  Danny's  head  into 
refrigerator  and  slam  the  door  on  it.  Inste. 
she  closed  the  door  quietly.  "Thank  yc 
she  said. 

"You're  welcome,"  said  Danny.  He  I 
ished  the  comic  book  and  stood  up.  leaving 
on  the  floor. 

He  picked  up  a  crumb  of  toast,  put  ifin  1 
mouth,  and  drifted  into  the  garden, 
scuffed  over  to  the  Fletchers'  back  doi 
opened  it,  and  went  in.  Mary  had  just  fi1 
ished  giving  breakfast  to  her  two  children. 

"Can  Jimmy  come  out?"  he  said. 

"In  a  minute."  said  Mary. 

Danny  sidled  up  to  Jimmy's  piate,  sea 
enged  a  few  crumbs  of  bacon  from  it,  i 
licked  his  fingers.  "Mrs.  Fletcher,"  he  I 

"What  is  it?" 

"Could  I  have  supper  here  next  weck?0 
apartment's  being  painted." 

"You  mean  all  next  week?" 

"  Well,  my  father  said  it'd  take  a  week." 

"No,  I'm  afraid  not.  Your  father  will  ha 
to  make  other  arrangements  for  you." 

"I  was  afraid  of  that."  Danny 
around  the  kitchen.  "I  imagine  your  f<> 
bills  are  pretty  high  here." 

(Continued  on  Page  l.i.i) 


LADIES'  HOME  J<>1  l(\  \l 


I  .11 


For  every  ivoman  who  leads  a  double  life . . . 


EFFICIENT  YOU!  You*wriiz  through  the  dishes,  suds  up  your  clothes,  whisk  away 
lust  'n'  dirt!  Every  day  your  quick,  capable  hands  are  in  and  out — in  and  out — of  hot, 
oapy  water.  But  you  don't  want  them  to  scream  ''housework" — for  there's  another 
ide  to  your  life,  too! 


ENCHANTING  YOU!  You  wanl  to  look  your  loveliesl  for  BIO  evenings!  Want  your 
hands  lady-of-leisure  smooth — not  rough  or  chapped.  Thai's  win  you'll  be  beauty-wise 
to  use  Trushay — the  •"beforehand"  lolion.  Read  below  lu>\\  ibis  unicpie  lolion  protects 
your  hands  while  you  work! 


TRUSHAY    .  the  "beforehand"  lotion . . .  guards  your  hands 
even  in  hot,  soapy  water! 


Tere's  a  lotion  created  especially  for  you!  You— and 
A  every  woman  whose  hands  are  busy  every  day  with 
iap-and-water  tasks. 

Fragrant,  velvety  Trushay — an  utterly  different  idea  in 
md  care! 

Trushay— so  oil-rich  you  apply  it  BEFORE  doing  dishes 
'  light  laundry — and  it  guards  your  hands  right  in  the 
)t,  soapy  water!  Actually  helps  prevent  its  drying,  chap- 
ng  damage.  Softens  and  smooths  your  hands — preserv- 
g  their  loveliness — while  you  work! 


So  why  let  daily  chores  coarsen  anil  redden  your  hands? 
Adopt  Trushay's  amazing  -  beforehand"  care  today,  bid 
remember,  Trushay  leads  a  double  life,  too! 

It's  marvelous  "beforehand"— and  it's  a  wonderful 
lotion  to  use  anv  time.  So  have  a  bottle  on  your  dressing 
table,  as  well  as  in  your  kitchen. 

Use  Trushay  as  a  skin  softener,  a  body  rub,  a  powder 
base.  Smooth  it  on  before  you  go  out  in  wintry  weather. 
Trushay  makes  your  skin  much  softer  —  guards  against 
painful,  ugly  chapping.  Begin  today  to  use  Trushay! 


TRUSHAY 

THE 
"BEFOREHAND" 
LOTION 


A  PRODUCT  OF  BRISTOL-MYERS 


Nourishing  MEAT 


all  three  from  this  single 
economy  cut  of  beef 


Start  with  the  Stew. 
Simply  slice  a  piece 
from  the  round  end 
shown  by  figure  1, 
then  cut  this  boneless 
meat  into  cubes. 


Pot  Roast  Next.  Cut 
just  enough  for  one 
meal  from  center  at 
point  indicated  in- 
stead of  planning  for 
leftovers.  Your  other 
meals  are  fresh- 
cooked,  too. 


Now  for  the 
Steak.  With  o\ 
knife  (and  a 
under  your 
for  safety)  ipli 
maining  piecn 
this. 


1.  Stew  says,  "Come  on  and  eat."  Stew  on  the  table  is  a 
hearty  invitation  to  a  hearty  meal  the  line  nutrition 
and  flavor  of  meat  teamed  up  with  the  cheerful  color  of 
vegetables. 


2.  Everyone  agrees  on  Pot  Roast.  Cooked  in  its  own  juices, 
and  giving  its  own  good  flavor  to  the  vegetables  that 
flank  it  on  the  platter,  tender,  meaty  pot  roast  makes  a 
meal  that  the  whole  family  cheers. 


3.  Swiss  Steak  sends  them  from  the  (able  happy-  B 

your  meat  slowly  and  gently  to  gel  much  of  the  DP 
of  broiling,  the  flavor  of  roasting,  the  tenderBN 
simmcring-and  isn't  the  gravy  gcxid! 


The  good  nourishing  food  values  you  get  from  meal  make  it  one  of  your  biggest  money  values. 

And  by  buying  meat  with  several  meals  in  mind,  you  frequently  can  make  that  value  even  greater. 

Multi-meal  ideas  like  the  one  shown  here  can  give  you  more  variety,  help  you  serve  meal  more  often, 
and  give  your  family  the  kind  of  high-quality,  complete,  protein  that  children  need  every  day  to 
grow  sturdy  bodies  ;md  thai  everyone  needs  to  maintain  good  health. 


Thii  Seal  meant  thai  all  nutritional 
itatomentt  marie  in  thit  odvertiie- 
menl  are  acceptable  to  the  Council 
on  Foodt  and  Nutrition  of  the 
American  Morlical  Auociation. 


i'.S  llllistrntid  booklet,  slloit'iun  six  "thrifty 
it:<"  tilt  a;  lil.i  this,  vmrrs  Inr  in  COW  Milt  to 
llox  1 1 '.i  '.S,  Uiumw  '//,  Illinois. 


LADIES'  IIOMI    KM  I!  \  \l 


I  33 


(Continued  from  Fage  130) 
'That's  got  nothing  to  do  with  it.  It's  just 

,t  "  Mary  left  the  sentence  unfinished. 

'  I  know,"  said  Danny.  "Everyone's  got  to 
k  out  for  himself." 

'Since  you  put  it  that  way,  yes,"  Mary 
d,  nettled. 

'Can  Jimmy  come  to  my  house  for  supper 
light?"  Danny  asked  suddenly. 
'No.  he  can't.  Now,  out  in  the  garden  with 
i.  All  of  you.  Shoo!" 

The  three  children  scuttled  into  the  gar- 
l,  and  Mary  closed  the  bottom  half  of  the 
itch  door  behind  them  and  locked  it.  She 
rred  herself  a  cup  of  coffee,  sat  down  at  the 
;phone  to  make  out  the  grocery  list, 
nny's  head  appeared  over  the  Dutch  door. 
'Don't  you  want  the  top  part  closed? "  he 
:ed,  reaching  for  the  knob. 
'No.  Leave  it  the  way  it  is." 
She  dialed  the  grocery  store,  and  as  she  was 
ing  the  order  she  saw  a  small,  thin  hand 
ep  up  over  the  door  and  reach  for  the  top 
t.  Slowly  it  pulled  the  top  closed.  Mary 
t  her  hand  over  the  phone. 
'Hey!"  she  said.  "Leave  that  open!" 
rhe  hand  disappeared  and  the  top  swung 
;n  again.  When  she  was  through  with  the 
ler,  Mary  went  into  the  kitchen  and  poured 
self  another  cup  of  coffee.  As  she  came 
;k  into  the  dining  room  she  saw  the  top  of 
>  door  slowly  starting  to  close.  Quietly  she 
Iked  to  the  door  and  looked  down  outside, 
tnny  was  crouching  on  the  step,  one  hand 
the  hinge  of  the  top  half,  pressing  it  closed. 
'What  did  I  tell  you  about  leaving  that 
or  open?"  Mary  snapped,  and  Danny 
nped. 

T  thought  you  might  want  it  closed,"  he 
d,  standing  up.  "It's  kind  of  chilly  out 

:e,  and  your  house  will   

cold."  I^BMBBBBi 
'If  you  don't  mind,  I'll 
:ide  how  I  want  the 
use.   Now,  leave  it 
en." 

'Oh,  very  well."  Danny  ■■MHHM 
rned  away.  "If  you 
n't  care  how  high  your  heating  bill  is, 
i  sure  /  don't." 

Mary  started  to  say  something,  then  de- 
led against  it  and  went  to  the  kitchen.  She 
tied  the  breakfast  dishes  into  the  sink, 
d  was  using  up  her  anger  with  the  scouring 
ash  when  Danny  came  in. 
''Mrs.  Fletcher,"  he  said,  "Jimmy's  stand- 
;  in  a  puddle.  He's  got  his  feet  all  wet." 
'All  right,"  she  said. "  That's  his  business." 
"Well,  it's  nothing  to  me,"  Danny  said;  "I 
>t  thought  you'd  like  to  know."  He  turned 
d  stamped  back  into  the  garden,  slamming 
t  door  so  hard  that  the  dishes  clinked. 
Mary  was  after  him  in  an  instant.  She 
ened  the  door,  both  halves  of  which  he  had 
ised,  and  called  to  him.  "«Ceme  back  here 
d  close  this  door  properly!" 
With  a  pained  sigh  Danny  sauntered  back. 
±ed  his  little  finger  daintily  and  drew  the 
or  closed. 

"That's  a  little  better,"  said  Mary,  hold- 
<  the  top  half  open.  "But  you  don't  have  to 
so  smart  about  it." 

I'm  sorry,"  Danny  said.  "Terribly  sorry." 
turned  and  leaped  into  the  garden,  land- 
l  in  a  shower  of  gravel. 

ary  went  back  to  the  kitchen  and  finished 
e  dishes.  All  of  a  sudden  she  heard  Jimmy's 
ice  in  the  garden,  shrieking  in  protest, 
hen  it  didn't  stop  she  went  to  the  door, 
th  halves  of  which  were  closed,  and  opened 

Danny  was  standing  in  the  planted  area, 
/ing  to  hang  a  cowboy  hat  of  Jimmy's  on 
e  lower  limb  of  an  ailanthus  tree. 
"What  do  you  think  you're  doing? "  Mary 
ked. 

"Having  fun  with  Jimmy,"  Danny  said, 
wring  the  hat. 
"You're  what?" 
"Having  fun  with  Jimmy."  . 
"You  give  him  back  that  hat  this  instant," 
ary  told  him.  "And  get  out  of  that  planted 
ea.  Don't  you  know  you're  not  supposed 
be  in  there?" 
"  Yes'm." 

"Well,  if  I  catch  you  doing  one  more  wrong 
ing,  you're  out  of  this  garden." 
"Yes'm."  Danny  knew  she  meant  it. 


^  INot  to  expect  perfection — 
^  that  is  the  soundest  prin- 
ciple of  married  life.  _ANON. 


Mary  went  inside  and  when,  a  few  minutes 
later,  she  looked  out  the  window,  she  saw 
Danny  with  a  leaf  rake,  cleaning  the  garden. 

He  apparently  thought  that  by  cleaning 
the  garden  he  had  atoned  for  his  misbehavior, 
because  that  afternoon  he  brought  two  of  his 
friends  in.  and  when  the  Fletcher  children 
were  let  out  after  their  nap  he  groaned  loudly. 

"Ah,  do  they  have  to  come  out  here  too?" 

"They  certainly  do,"  said  Mary.  "What's 
it  to  you?" 

"Oh,  nothing,  I  suppose."  He  scuffed  some 
gravel,  then  turned  to  his  friends.  "  I  tell  you 
what,"  he  said.  "We'll  be  Indians  and  they'll 
be  settlers,  and  we'll  tie  them  up  and  torture 
them." 

You'll  do  nothing  of  the  kind,"  said 
Mary.  "You'll  either  play  nicely  with  them 
or  you'll  get  out.  Where  did  you  all  come 
from,  anyway?" 

"These  are  friends  of  mine,"  Danny  said. 
"I  asked  them  in.  That's  all  right,  isn't  it?" 
"It's  all  right  so  long  as  you  behave." 
"We  will."  Suddenly  Danny  whirled  and 
started  for  the  Burtons'.  "Come  on,  men,"  he 
said.  "I  have  an  idea." 

They  all  trooped  through  the  Burtons' 
back  door  into  the  kitchen,  where  George 
Burton  was  peering  into  the  refrigerator. 

"Mr.  Burton,"  Danny  said,  "is  Donald 
home  yet? " 

"No,"  said  Burton.  "He  ought  to  be  home 
soon,  though." 

"Thanks,"  said  Danny,  and  ran  for  the 
stairs.  "Follow  me,  men,"  he  called. 
"Where  are  you  going?  "  asked  Burton. 
"To  Donald's  room."  said  Danny. 
"You  are  not,"  said  Burton.  "You  just 
wait  outside  until  he  gets  home." 

  "Mrs.  Burton  said  we 

■^^■i^^*      could  go  up."  said  Danny 
truculently. 

"  I  happen  to  know  she 
didn't." 

Danny  headed  for  the 
■■MM      garden  door,  followed  hesi- 
tantly by,  his  two  friends. 
"Look,"  said  Burton,  "why  don't  you 
play  out  front  until  Donald  gets  home?  The 
little  kids  are  in  the  garden  now." 

Danny  stopped  and  turned.  "I  can  go  in 
the  garden  any  time  I  want,"  he  said.  "You 
said  so  yourself." 

Burton  felt  his  anger  rising.  "I  just  think 
it's  better  not  to  have  a  lot  of  you  in  there 
while  the  children  are  there  too.  And  if  I  tell 
you  not  to  go  in  the  garden  you'll  not  go  in 
the  garden!  Now  go  on  out  front!" 

Resignedly,  Danny  walked  through  the 
kitchen,  his  two  companions  treading  silently 
behind  him.  As  they  filed  out  onto  the  street, 
Burton  heard  Danny  say,  "Little  Burton  is 

all  right,  but  his  father  "  The  sentence 

was  left  unfinished. 

A  half  hour  later  Donald  came  home,  and 
the  garden  was  a  shambles  until  nightfall. 

Around  seven,  the  Fletchers  went  over  to 
the  Burtons'  and  the  four  of  them  debated 
the  question  of  whether  or  not  they  should 
go  out  for  dinner. 

"I,  for  one,  would  like  a  change,"  said 
Mary.  "I've  had  that  Danny  Shaw  in  my 
hair  all  day." 

"I  had  a  quick  brush  with  him  this  morn- 
ing," said  Alice.  "It  seems  to  me  he's  getting 
pretty  smart." 

"'Smart'  is  hardly  the  word  for  it,"  Bur- 
ton put  in. 

Donald  came  into  the  room,  dressed  in  his 
pajamas.  "Hey,  mother,"  he  said,  "are  you 
a  Christian?" 

"I  try  to  be,"  said  Alice.  "Why?" 

"Is  dad?  Am  I?" 

"Of  course.  What's  all  this  about?" 

"Oh,  nothing.  Danny  just  said  you  had  to 
be  a  Christian  to  get  ahead  in  this  world.  I 
just  wondered." 

"Danny  said  what?"  Burton  leaned  for- 
ward incredulously. 

"He  said  you  had  to  be  a  Christian  to  get 
ahead." 

"  Why,  that  little  "  Burton  began,  but 

Alice  interrupted  him. 

"Donald,  it's  time  for  you  to  go  to  bed 
now,"  she  said.  "Say  good  night  toeverybody 
and  scamper  along." 


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LADIES'  HOME  JOURN  AL 


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When  he  had  left,  Burton  stood  up.  He  was 
quivering  with  rage.  "Of  all  people  to  make  a 
crack  like  that,"  he  said,  "he  would  have  to 
be  the  one!  That  miserable  little  punk! 
We've  probably  had  every  known  religion 
and  most  of  the  races  playing  in  this  garden, 
and  nobody's  worried  about  who  was  what 
until  now." 

"I'd  kick  him  out,"  said  Fletcher. 

"Well,  it  would  be  a  load  off  my  mind  if  we 
did,"  Mary  said.  "  I  can't  stand  him." 

"But  how  are  we  going  to  do  it?"  said 
Alice.  "We  can't  throw  him  out  just  because 
he  mentions  religion.  That's  no  excuse." 

Burton  sat  down.  "That  may  not  be  an 
excuse,"  he  said,  "but  I'm  not  going  to  have 
anybody  telling  my  child  he's  got  to  be  a 
Christian  to  get  ahead." 

"I  don't  suppose  it  would  do  any  good  to 
talk  to  him,"  said  Alice. 

"To  Danny?"  Burton  shook  his  head. 

"You're  right,"  said  Fletcher.  "The  only 
thing  we  can  do  is  catch  him  breaking  some 
rule,  and  pitch  him  out  on  that." 

"But  he  doesn't  break  any  rules,"  Burton 
said.  "He's  very  careful  not  to." 

" I  don't  know  about  that,"  Mary  said.  "I 
caught  him  in  the  planted  area  this  morning." 

"Celestine  tells  me  he  was  playing  hard- 
ball when  the  little  kids  were  out  the  other 
day,"  Alice  added,  "but  I  didn't  see  it." 

"Well,  I  don't  care  how  we  do  it,"  Burton 
said ; ' '  we're  not  going  to  have  this  place  used 
as  a — a  " 

"I  know  what  you  mean,"  said  Fletcher, 
"and  you  phrased  it  beautifully.  As  I  see  it, 
the  only  thing  we  can  do  is  just  give  him  his 
head,  and  watch  him  until  he  breaks  a  rule. 
Then  we've  got  him." 

"Well,  I'll  be  glad  to  take  a  four-hour 
watch  at  the  window,"  Burton  said,  "if  some- 
body will  spell  me  every  now  and  then." 

"The  one  thing  you  have  to  be  careful 
about,"  Mary  said,  "is  not  to  let  him  think 
we're  after  him.  If  he  does,  then  he'll  be  a 
model  child  for  days." 

"I  sometimes  wonder  if  he  is  a  child," 
Fletcher  said.  "I  think  maybe  he's  a  forty- 
year-old  midget." 

"It  would  be  easier  if  he  were  a  midget," 
said  Alice.  "Then  we  could  sell  him  to  the 
circus  and  be  rid  of  him." 

"You  mean  as  a  pint-sized  Dracula?" 
Mary  asked. 

"You  know,  he  looks  as  though  a  vampire 
had  been  at  him,"  Burton  said.  "Do  you 
think  that  could  be  it?" 

"You  know  as  well  as  I  do  what's  been  at 
him,"  Fletcher  said.  "It's  his  old  man.  But 
that  still  doesn't  explain  his  spooky  quality." 

"Maybe  it  does." 

I  don't  think  so.  I  have  the  feeling  that  if 
you  left  him  adrift  on  a  raft,  in  the  middle  of 
the  Pacific,  and  then  took  a  plane  home,  he'd 
be  there  to  greet  you  when  you  walked  in. 
And  all  he'd  say  would  be, '  Well,  I  see  you're 
back. ' " 

"I  don't  know  what  it  is,"  Burton  said, 
"but  I  don't  want  any  of  it.  I'll  take  the  first 
watch  tomorrow." 

"I'll  relieve  you,"  Fletcher  said.  "I  have 
some  binoculars." 

The  next  morning  Burton  got  up  at  nine, 
and  went  down  to  the  kitchen.  Alice  had  just 
put  Bobby  out  in  the  garden,  and  the  sounds 
which  came  from  the  back  indicated  that 
there  were  at  least  three  other  children  there. 

"Is  he  here  yet?"  Burton  asked,  pouring 
himself  a  cup  of  coffee. 

"He certainly  is,"  Alice  told  him.  "He came 
at  eight." 

Burton  took  his  coffee  into  the  dining 
room,  sat  down,  and  started  to  read  the  Sun- 
day paper.  He  glanced  at  the  news  section, 
read  the  drama  page,  and  then  shuffled 
through  the  pile  of  paper  for  the  sports 
section. 

"Hey,  where's  the  rest  of  the  paper?"  he 
asked  irritably. 

"  I  don't  know,"  she  said.  "I  haven't  had 
a  chance  to  look  at  it  yet." 

(>n  a  hunch,  Burton  stood  up  and  looked 
out  the  window.  Danny  Shaw  was  lying  full 
length  in  a  deck  chair,  reading  the  corniest. 
There  was  another  section  on  the  ground 
near  him. 


"Well,"  said  Burton,  "guess  who's  got 
it!"  He  started  for  the  door. 

"Remember  what  Mary  said,"  Alice  called 
after  him.  "Don't  let  him  know  you're  an- 
noyed." 

"I  won't."  Burton  wrenched  the  door 
open  and  stamped  outside.  Controlling  him- 
self with  effort,  he  walked  to  where  Danny 
was  lying,  stooped  down  and  picked  up  the 
rumpled  sports  section.  "Do  you  mind,"  he 
said,  "if  I  read  this?" 

Danny  looked  up.  "Not  at  all,"  he  said, 
and  went  back  to  reading  the  comics.  Burton 
stood  there,  staring  at  him.  Finally  he  could 
contain  himself  no  longer. 

"By  the  way,"  he  said,  "I'd  appreciate  it 
if  you  would  confine  your  discussions  of  re- 
ligion to  your  own  home." 

Danny  thought  a  minute.  "Oh,  that,"  he 
said  at  last.  "You  mean  about  having  to  be  a 
Christian  to  get  ahead?  Is  that  wrong?" 

★  ★★★★★★★★ 


By  Ethel  Burnett  de  Vito 

What  did  I  know  of  Abe?  What  can 
be  seen 

In  any  child  one  comes  to  foster- 
mother — 

Solemn  and  pinched,  wise-eyed  as 
any  other 

That  has  looked  on  death,  so  knows 
what  life  must  mean. 

At  first  I  only  knew  the  lad  was  quick 
And  warmed  to  love  as  flowers  warm 
to  sun, 

That  tasks  to  do  were  well  and 

swiftly  done, 
That  now  and  again  wry  wit  would 

sharply  flick. 

But  even  then  his  face  belied  the 

laughter, 
His  face  where  torment  lay  as 

though  the  strain 
Of  something  that  I  knew  not  until 

after 

As  greatness,  took  it  out  of  him  in 
pain. 

More  fool  was  I  to  wait  so  long  to 
trace 

The  truth  that  from  the  start  lay  on 
his  face. 

★  ★★★★★★★★ 

"It  makes  no  difference  whether  it's  right 
or  wrong.  The  point  is  that  it  hadn't  occurred 
to  the  other  children  until  you  mentioned  it. 
And  if  it  never  occurred  to  them,  then  it 
would  stand  that  much  less  chance  of  being 
right." 

"  I  thought  it  was  pretty  obvious,"  Danny 
said.  "My  father  says  everybody  knows  it. 
And  he  says  that  unless  the  Christians  stick 
together  " 

"We'll  have  no  more  of  that  talk  in  here," 
Burton  interrupted.  "Do  you  understand?" 

"Yes,  sir,"  said  Danny,  and  turned  back 
to  his  paper  with  a  shrug. 

Burton  wheeled,  and  strode  into  the  house. 
"I'll  get  him,"  he  muttered;  "I'll  get  him  if 
it's  the  last  thing  I  do." 

He  picked  up  the  papers  and  moved  to  a 
seat  near  the  window,  where  he  could  keep 
an  eye  on  the  garden. 

But  Danny  sensed  his  peril,  and  he  scarcely 
moved  from  the  chair  all  morning.  When  the 
children  were  called  in  for  lunch,  Danny 
picked  up  the  scattered  toys  and  piled  them 
neatly  beside  the  steps.  Then  he  came  into 
the  Burtons'  house  and  st<x>d  while  Donald 
and  Bobby  had  their  meal. 

"Isn't  it  time  for  your  lunch?"  Alice 
asked  him  over  her  shoulder. 

"Lunch?"  Danny  said.  "I  haven't  had 
breakfast  yet.  We  don't  eat  until  two  on 


February,  1<! 

Sundays."  He  sighed  and  sat  down  agaii, 
the  refrigerator. 

Fletcher  called  early  in  the  afternoi 
"Have  you  got  anything  on  him  yet?" 

"Not  a  thing.  I'm  afraid  he  knows  wei 
after  him." 

"Well,  I'll  take  over  for  a  while  if  v 
want.  He  can't  be  good  all  day." 

"Why  don't  you  come  over  here?  It'll 
clubbier  that  way." 

Okay."  Fletcher  hung  up,  and  a  minu 
later  came  through  the  garden  door.  "InJ 
dentally,"  he  said,  sitting  down,  "did  Ma 
leave  her  change  purse  here  last  night?  S, 
seems  to  have  lost  it." 

"I  don't  know,"  said  Burton.  "Le 
look." 

They  felt  around  among  the  chair  se? 
and  sofa  cushions  with  no  success. 

"I  guess  it  isn't  here,"  Burton  said.  1 
looked  at  Fletcher,  who  was  staring  out  t 
window.  "What  is  it?"  he  asked.  "Is  hed 
ing  something?" 

"Come  here  and  look." 

Burton  looked  out  the  window  and  s; 
Danny  eating  a  double-size  ice-cream  cor 

"Did  you  ever  see  him  with  one  of  th( 
before?"  Fletcher  asked. 

"No." 

They  looked  at  each  other. 

"Just  on  a  chance."  Fletcher  opened  t 
window.  "Danny,"  he  called,  "you  didi 
find  a  change  purse  lying  around,  did  you 

Danny  looked  up.  "A  black  one?  "  he  sa 

"Yes." 

"No,  sir.  I  didn't.  I  didn't  see  any  chan 
purse."  He  took  a  big  lick  on  his  cone. 

Fletcher  closed  the  window  slowl 
"There'd  be  no  point  searching  him,"  hesai 

"No."  Burton  sat  down. 

They  watched  him  all  afternoon,  and  lj 
did  nothing  wrong.  Finally  it  got  dark,  ar 
the  children  were  called  in  for  supper. 

"Well,"  said  Fletcher,  standing  up 
guess  I'd  better  be  going.  Will  you  conl 
over?" 

They  went  through  the  garden,  and 
they  neared  the  Fletchers'  back  door  Burtc 
stopped. 

"Wait  a  minute,"  he  said.  Slowly  h| 
walked  toward  a  rhododendron  bush,  and ; 
he  neared  it  there  was  a  rustling  and 
crackling,  and  the  bushes  along  the  fence  bt 
gan  one  after  another  to  jerk  and  sway.  Bui 
ton  followed  their  movements  to  the  cornei 
then  stepped  quickly  over  the  low  wire  fenc 
and  pulled  a  branch  aside.  Two  large,  brow 
eyes  stared  up  at  him.  "Come  out  of  there, 
he  said. 

Danny  stood  up  and  stepped  quietly  ou 
His  hands  were  covered  with  dirt. 

"What  were  you  doing  in  there?"  Burti 
asked. 

"Nothing,  sir."  Danny's  small  lower  L 
slid  slightly  forward. 

"Don't  you  know  you're  not  supposed  i 
be  in  there?" 

"Yes,  sir." 

"And  weren't  you  told  that  if  you  brok 
any  more  rules  you'd  be  thrown  out  of  here? 
"Yes,  sir." 

"All  right — out!"  Burton  pointed  at  hi 
back  door.  "And  stay  out ! " 

Danny  looked  at  him  with  what  seeme 
almost  like  a  smile,  then  moved  slowly  to 
ward  the  door,  and  Burton  and  Fletchc 
watched  him  go.  He  closed  the  door  behini 
him,  and  they  turned  and  went  into  th< 
Fletchers'.  Mary  was  rinsing  the  children' 
dishes. 

"Well,  we  got  him,"  Fletcher  said. 
"How?" 

"He  was  in  the  bushes,"  said  Burton. 

Alice  joined  them.  "Did  you  hear?"  Mar 
said.  "They  got  him." 

"  I  know."  Alice  sat  down. 

"You  should  have  seen  George,  here,' 
Fletcher  said,  sitting  down.  "His  eyes  wen 
bulging  with  rage." 

"  I'm  not  proud  of  it,"  Burton  said  testily 
"  I  feel  kind  of  stupid." 

"You  know  why?"  Fletcher  thought  fori 
moment.  "  I'm  afraid  we  punished  the  wroty 
person." 

Burton  was  silent.  "I  know  we  did,"  hi 

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family,  lor  a  change,  even  if  you're  not  entertaining.  The  fillets  of  sole  an;  baked  00  a 
bed  of  finely  chopped  par-lev,  celery  ami  onion,  with  a  delicious  sauce  and  a  border  of 
scallops  wrapped  in  bacon.  With  the  sole  there  will  be  a  casserole  of  eggplant  on'^ano,  a 
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1  teaspoon  vanilla. 
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114  teaspoons  double-acting  baking  powder 
]4  teaspoon  salt 
Yt  cup  sugar 
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Yi  cup  top  milk 
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(Continued  from  Pane  136) 
apples,  pears,  plums,  grapes,  whatever  is 
available  and  at  its  peak,  and  we'll  go  into 
the  subject  of  cheeses  later. 

Needless  to  say,  the  sole,  eggplant  and 
salad,  with  perhaps  some  antipasto  first,  and 
the  dessert  to  follow,  would  make  a  meal  to 
tempt  any  epicurean  palate,  but  there  are  a 
couple  of  fine  Italian  specialties,  pizza  and 
gnocchi.  either  of  which  could  make  a  de- 
licious first  course  for  our  Italian  meal  if,  as 

1  say,  you  want  to  go  all  out  on  this  deal. 
We'll  save  those  recipes  till  later  and  get  on 
with  the  sole  piccanle. 

SOLE  PICCANTE 

Get  2  pounds  fillet  of  sole  or  flounder  and  1 
pound  scallops.  The  frozen  fillets  and  scallops 
are  fine,  inexpensive,  and  available  just  about 
everywhere,  I  think. 

The  cooking  of  this  dish  takes  very  little 
time — the  preparation  is  as  follows:  Chop 
celery,  parsley  and  onion  very,  very  fine  to 
make  }.  9  cup  of  each.  Mix  together  and  spread 
over  bottom  of  a  shallow  casserole  or  baking 
dish.  ^  rap  scallops  in  thinly  sliced  bacon  and 
fasten  with  toothpicks.  The  scallops  should 
be  bite-size  and  some  of  them  will  have  to 
be  cut  into  two  or  three  pieces.  Break  }^ 
cup  California  walnuts  into  fairlv  large 
pieces.  Now  we're  ready  to  cook.  Dip  fillets 
into  milk,  then  into  dry  bread  crumbs,  and 
brown  delicately  on  both  sides  in  butter  or 
margarine.  Lay  browned  fillets  on  top  of  the 
bed  of  chopped  parsley,  onion  and  celery,  in 
casserole  or  baking  dish  and  salt  lightly. 
Add  a  little  more  fat  to  the  skillet  in  which 
the  fish  was  browned,  turn  heat  low,  put  in 
nut  meats  and  stir  until  they  begin  to  brown. 
Add  1  cup  consomme,  J3  cup  white  raisins,  2 
tablespoons  lemon  jtiice,  teaspoon  red 
pepper,  J  g  teaspoon  powdered  rosemary  and 

2  teaspoons  mono  sodium  glutamate  or 
Chinese  seasoning  powder.  Bring  to  a  boil, 
add  salt  as  needed  and  spoon  over  the  fillets. 
Broil  the  bacon-wrapped  scallops  as  close  to 
heat  as  possible  so  that  they  will  brown 
quickly.  Don't  let  them  get  too  dark.  As  soon 
as  one  side  is  a  delicate  brown,  turn  them 
over  and  brown  other  side.  When  they  are 
cool  enough  to  handle,  remove  the  tooth- 
picks and  place  scallops  in  a  border  around 
the  fillets.  All  this  can  be  done  early  in  the 
day.  About  20  minutes  before  serving  time 
put  casserole  in  a  preheated  375°  F.  oven. 

The  fish  can  be  served  in  the  casserole  in 
which  they  were  baked  or  they  can  be  trans- 
ferred to  a  hot  serving  platter.  At  the  last, 
sprinkle  a  little  chopped  parsley  over  the 
lop  and  garnish  generously  with  sprigs  of 
parsley. 

EGGPLANT  OREGANO 

Peel  1  extra  large  or  2  medium  eggplants, 
cut  into  large  bite-size  cubes  and  cook  in 
rapidly  boiling  salted  water  10  minutes. 
Drain  thoroughly.  Put  1  scant  tablespoon 
orcgano  in  a  skillet  with  4  tablespoons  salad 
oil,  turn  heat  very  low  and  cook  2  minutes  to 
let  the  aromatic  flavor  of  the  oregano  give 
forth.  Oregano  is  an  herb  very  much  like 
thyme  in  flavor,  so  if  you  can't  get  it  use 
tliMne  instead,  but  cut  down  a  little  on  the 
quantitv.  Now  turn  the  heat  to  medium,  add 
the  eggplant,  sprinkle  with  1  tablespoon 
light  brown  sugar  or  1  tablespoon  maple 
sirup  and  cook  10  minutes,  turning  occa- 
sional!) with  pancake  turner.  At  the  last, 
sprinkle  3  tablespoons  wine  vinegar  over  egg- 
plant and  mix  well.  Add  sail  to  taste  and  1 
teaspoon  freshlv  ground  black  pepper.  Put  a 
generous  lav er  ol 'eggplant  cubes  in  the  bot- 
tom of  a  casserole  and  dot  with  chunks  of 
canned  pimiento.  Two  I -ounce  cans  of  pi. 
miento  should  be  plentj  and  the  chunks 
should  In-  fairlj  large.  Continue  with  these 
layers  until  .ill  the  eggplant  is  used,  and  save 

Some  nice  big  Strips  of  pimiento  for  the  top  so 

the  dish  will  look  pretty.  This  preparation 

can  be  done  in  advance.  CoVCT  and  bilk.    1  i 

hour  in  t  moderateh  hoi  01  en,  375  F before 
serving. 

TOSSED  SALAD 

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and  most  Ilalian  markets  have  it.  I  think 
the  dressing  for  this  salad  should  he  real 
French  dressing— just  3  parts  oil  to  I  part 
vinegar,  salt  and  pepper  to  taste.  And  of 
course  the  salad  howl  should  he  robbed  with 
garlic — ruhhed  good  and  hard. 

PIZZA 

Fairly  early  in  the  afternoon  of  the  partv 
make  the  dough  for  the  pizza.  Scald  cup 
milk,  add  cup  boiling  water,  1  Yl  teaspoons 
salt,  \  x/2  teaspoons  sugar  and  2  tablespoons 
shortening.  Cool  to  lukewarm  and  add  1 
package  dry  yeast,  or  ]  cake  fresh  yeast 
which  has  been  dissolved  in  cup  luke- 
warm water.  Sift  3%  cups  flour  and  add 
this  to  liquid  a  little  at  a  time.  Stir  with 
wooden  spoon  until  dough  becomes  too  stiff, 
then  knead  in  rest  of  flour.  Work  dough  into 
a  ball,  grease  with  salad  oil,  cover  bowl  with 
a  cloth  and  set  in  warm  place  to  rise  until 
double  in  bulk — about  2Yi  hours. 

Now  a  few  words  about  that  "warm  place" 
where  the  dough  is  to  do  its  rising.  A  good 
spot  is  the  top  of  an  oil-burning  furnace  with 
a  breadboard  under  the  bowl.  Here  are  some 
other  "warm  places":  put  dough  over  the 
pilot  light  of  a  gas  range,  with  an  asbestos 
mat  over  the  flame  if  it's  uncovered;  heat 
an  oven  to  200°  F.  for  10  minutes,  turn  off  heat, 
open  door  one  minute,  put  in  dough  and 
close  door:  put  bowl  in  a  pan  of  warm 
water — about  85°  F. — and  add  warm  water 
occasionally  to  keep  temperature  even;  set 
dough  on  the  hearth  of  a  fireplace  if  fire  is 
very  low;  on  a  hot  summer  day  when  the 
wind  is  quiet,  set  dough  outside  in  the  sun. 


j&  Every  child  horn  into  the  world 
is  a  new  thought  of  God.  an  ever- 
fresh  and  radiant  possibility. 

—KATE  DOUGLAS  WIGGIN. 


Some  lime  in  advance  drain  most  of  the 
juice  from  1  No.  2  can  tomatoes,  chop  pulp 
into  small  pieces  and  add  1  or  2  cloves  garlic, 
grated,  and  Yi  teaspoon  marjoram.  Cut  6 
fillets  of  anchovy  into  tiny  bits.  Cut  }4  pound 
cooked  ham  into  small  slivers.  Chop  1  small 
onion  verv  fine.  Cut  Mozzarella  cheese  into 
small  cubes  to  make  about  1  cup.  Mozzarella 
is  a  mild  unsalted  cheese  and  can  be  found 
in  many  Italian  markets.  If  you  can't  get  it, 
use  the  mildest-tasting  processed  American 
cheese  you  can  find.  Grate  Parmesan  cheese 
to  make  }4,  cup.  If  you  can't  gel  a  chunk  of 
Parmesan,  use  the  grated  Parmesan  that 
comes  in  cans.  These  are  the  ingredients  that 
go  on  the  pizza. 

When  the  dough  has  risen,  turn  it  out  on 
a  well-floured  board  and  pal  it  around  a  bit 
to  get  out  the  air  bubbles.  Pinch  off  a  piece  a 
little  larger  than  a  golf  ball  and  stretch  and 
pat  it  into  a  disk  about  5  inches  in  diameler 
and  about  Yz  inch  thick.  You  don't  have  to  be 
a  bit  gentle  about  this.  Allow  at  least  one 
pizza  for  every  two  people  to  be  served,  but 
if  you  make  5  or  6  for  this  party  I  doubl  if 
they'll  go  begging.  Transfer  disks  to  well- 
floured  cooky  sheets  and  leave  at  room 
temperature. 

The  pizza  will  need  about  30  minutes  in 
the  oven,  so  start  fixing  them  about  40  min- 
utes before  you  expect  your  guesis  to  arrive. 

Turn  your  oven  to  500°  F.  and  then  ar- 
range the  pizza.  The  dough  will  have  risen 
some.  Press  it  down  with  your  linger  lips,  bill 
leave  a  slender  rim  al  the  outside  thai  you 
don't  press.  Brush  with  salad  oil.  spoon  in  a 
generous  layer  of  lomalo  and  dot  willi  the 
Mozzarella  cheese  up  to,  bu1  not  on.  the 
rims.  Sprinkle  lightly  with  finely  chopped 
onion  and  put  the  chopped  anchovies  on 
some  of  the  pizza  and  the  ham  slivers  on 
olhers.  Sprinkle  all  with  grated  Parmesan 
and  a  little  freshly  ground  black  pepper  and 
put  them  into  the  hot  oven.  Afler  20  min- 
utes turn  heat  to  moderate — about  350  F. — 
and  bake  until  pizza  are  golden  brown- 
about  10  more  minutes.  When  they  are  done 
turn  heat  off.  open  door  a  couple  ol  minutes 
to  let  some  of  the  heat  escape,  then  close  door 
and  let  the  pizza  sland  in  the  warm  oven  until 
you  are  ready  to  serve.  To  serve,  cul  each 
pizza  into  five  or  six  pie-shaped  wedges. 


Qooklng  was  never  - 
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SUCH  FUN  to  watch  things  come  out  right'. 

With  this  saucepan,  you  can  see  what's  going  on !  Food's  almost  bound 
to  turn  out  perfect!  Snap  off  the  handle,  and  use  the  saucepan  as  a 
beautiful  serving  dish!  2l/i  times  as  strong  as  ordinary  glass! 

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serves  as  three  .  .  .  take  the  same  dish  from  oven  to  table,  then  use  it  to 
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February 


..  .see  why  Hunt's  are  the  heavenly  peaches!  Store 
a  can  in  your  refrigerator  —  ready  in  a  jiffy  for 
breakfast  or  dessert.  Flavor's  heavenly  .  .  .  price  is 
down-to-earth  low. 


1  recipe  for 

baking  powder  biscuits 

1  No.  2Vj  can 
Hunt's  Peach  Halves 

Butter     Nutmeg  Milk 


Get  delighted  Oh's  and  Ah's  with  this  Heavenly 
Peach  Cobbler.  The  recipe's  easy.  Easy  on  your 
food  budget,  too.  For  Hunt's  are  the  luscious, 
quality  peaches  at  the  low,  low  price ! 

*    *    *    HEAVENLY  PEACH  COBBLER    *    *  * 

Roll  biscuit  dough  %  inch  thick.  Cut  into  xk  inch  strips. 
Cut  Hunt's  Peaches  in  quarters.  Place  in  greased 
baking  dish  with  syrup.  Dot  with  butter.  Sprinkle  with 
nutmeg.  Arrange  strips  of  dough  lattice  fashion  on 
top  of  peaches.  Pinch  edges  of  dough  securely  to  edge 
of  pan.  Brush  with  milk.  Bake  in  hot  oven  <425°F.) 
18  to  20  minutes  or  until  done.  Makes  6  to  8  servings. 


Foods,  Int.,  I.iis  AnKi'lrs,  Calif. 


Hunt- 

for  tfw  best 


The  small  pizza  should  be  served  as  first 
course  or  appetizer.  For  big  pizza,  which 
would  be  the  main  dish  of  a  meal,  proceed  in 
exactly  the  same  way,  but  make  the  disks 
12  inches  in  diameter  instead  of  5.  and  give 
them  about  10  more  minutes  in  the  oven.  Cut 
into  big  pie-shaped  wedges.  Pizza,  large  or 
small,  are  eaten  with  the  fingers. 

GNOCCHI  SEMOEINO 

In  top  of  double  boiler  scald  cups 
milk.  Add  2  teaspoons  salt  and  stir  in  grad- 
ually 2  cups  quick-cooking  farina.  Cook  over 
direct  heat,  stirring  constantlv.  until  mix- 
ture is  very  thick,  then  cook  in  double  boiler 
4  minutes,  stirring  occasionally.  Remove 
from  heat,  add  4  tablespoons  butter  or 
margarine  and  cool  until  mixture  is  warm 
but  not  hot.  Stir  in  3  well-beaten  eggs,  mix 
thoroughly  and  turn  out  on  a  bread  board. 
Pat  with  your  hands  into  a  long  oblong  % 
inch  thick.  ^  hen  cool,  cut  the  long  wav  into 
strips  %  inch  wide.  With  a  rolling  motion  of 
your  hands  work  each  strip  gently  into  a  rope. 

ith  a  thin-bladed  knife  cut  into  pieces 
about  an  inch  long,  occasionally  dipping 
the  knife  into  hot  water  so  it  won't  stick.  If 
you're  using  individual  baking  dishes,  grease 
them  well  and  arrange  one  laver  of  gnocchi  in 
the  bottom.  Dot  with  butter  or  margarine, 
sprinkle  lightly  with  grated  Parmesan  cheese 
and  arrange  another  layer  of  gnocchi  on  top 
of  firM.  Dot  top  layer  with  butter  or  mar- 
garine, but  don't  sprinkle  with  cheese.  If 
you're  using  one  large  casserole,  proceed  in 
same  way,  but  make  3  or  4  layers,  depending 
on  circumference  of  your  casserole.  The 
gnocchi  are  now  readv  for  15  to  20  minutes" 
baking  in  a  moderately  hot — 375°  F. — oven 
before  they  are  served.  They  can  be  prepared 
for  baking  early  in  the  day  of  the  partv  or 
even  the  day  before. 

ITALIAN  SAUCE  FOR  GNOCCHI 

In  a  saucepan  heat  2  tablespoons  salad  oil, 
add  2  cloves  garlic,  finely  minced,  1  small 
onion,  finely  chopped,  }/%  green  pepper, 
chopped,  and  \'<i  pound  ground  lean  veal. 
Cook  10  minutes  over  fairly  high  heat,  stir- 
ring often.  Add  1  small  can  concentrated 
tomato  paste,  2  }-•>  cups  hot  w  ater,  2  teaspoons 
salt,  1  teaspoon  dried  sweet  basil  and  2  tea- 
spoons sugar.  Bring  to  a  boil,  lower  heat  and 


simmer  2  hours.  If  you  have  a  pre! 
cooker,  give  it  1  ■>  hour  at  15  pounds  an.'j 
2  instead  of  2 cups  water.  Make  1  he  • 
as  far  ahead  as  you  like — it  improve 
standing. 

I  like  to  put  a  little  of  the  sauce  o\tl 
unocthi  before  they  are  served  and  ha\  v 
rest  in  a  bowl  for  passing.  The  final  tou 
a  sprinkling  of  grated  Parmesan  cheese 
this  should  be  served  in  a  liowl  so  each  pt 
can  take  as  much  as  be  likes. 

Fruit.  I'll  skip  swiftly  by  the  subject  of 
That's  a  matter  of  choice  and  availab 
and  any  ripe  fruit  ice  cold  and  of  fine  qu 
is  sure  to  taste  good  and  look  beau 

Cheese.  To  eat  with  the  fruit  I  think-a 
mild  cheese  and  one  sharp  cheese  woul 
just  right.  For  the  mild  I'll  suggest 
Paese.  This  is  one  of  the  most  famous  It;  ■ 
cheeses  and  is  exported  to  our  countrBl 
large  quantities.  It  has  a  pale  yellow  <M* 
a  delicate  taste  and  a  smooth,  soft  text! 
Gorgonzola  will  provide  a  sharp  contrar 
the  gentle  Bel  Paese.  Gorgonzola  is  also  | 
known  in  this  country.  It  is  a  pungent  1 
highly  seasoned  cheese,  creamy  whiti 
color  and  flaked  with  green,  much  likel 
fort  in  appearance  and  taste.  It  can  be  1 
as  a  dessert  cheese  or  in  salad  dressings  j 
spreads  for  canapes.  With  Bel  Paese 
Gorgonzola,  stacks  of  crisp  wafers  or  h  1 
of  Italian  bread  and  a  mound  of  juicy  | 
cold  fruit— well,  what  more  could  you  a 

Service.  Whether  you  go  in  for  the  comj 
menu  or  split  the  dishes  up  into  va 
meals — and  I  hope  you'll  try  both— 1 1 
you  should  plan  for  your  guests  to  be  9e 
at  a  table  or  tables  while  they  eat.  They  1 
serve  themselves  from  a  buffet — that's  t 
and  easy  for  you — but  this  just  isn't  a 
supper."  The  salad  should  be  served 
separate  cold  plate  because  the  hot  food 
be  on  hot  plates  and  it's  fairly  runny  foo- 
not  the  kind  that  will  stay  in  one  spot  ! 
shrimp  Creole,  ham  jambalaya  and  a  M 
other  things. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  not  much  of  this  f 
will  stay  anywhere  on  the  plates  when  y 
guests  get  at  it.  At  least  that's  been  my 
perience,  and  I  hope  it's  yours. 


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GIRLS'  rLI  B  l\  WORCESTER.  MASS. 

(Continued  from  Page  23) 


Leaders  are  always  on  the  alert  to  see  that 
each  child  has  a  good  time.  In  the  game- 
room — a  large  rambling  room  on  the  top 
floor  of  the  Lincoln  House — anywhere  from 
25  to  200  girls  come  every  day  to  play  house, 
tend  store  or  paint  and  draw.  Later,  when 
they  feel  more  at  home,  they  are  urged  to  join 
classes — and  while  the  club  offers  games  and 
exercises  in  the  gym,  90  per  cent  of  the  girls 
prefer  homemaking  crafts.  Most  popular  are 
cooking  classes,  where  little  girls  work  to- 
gether making  simple  things  like  a  batch  of 
cookies  or  a  bowl  of  applesauce.  Each  has  a 
job— sifting  the  flour,  adding  the  butter, 
putting  the  pan  in  the  oven— and  after  the 
dishes  are  washed,  each  may  take  a  cooky 
home.  Their  older  sisters  learn  more  compli- 
cated dishes  like  pies  and  casseroles,  and  oc- 
casionally principles  of  nutrition  and  market- 
ing, although  the  club  makes  no  effort  to 
teach  these  things  formally— "We're  most 
interested  in  seeing  that  the  girls  love  the 
things  they  want  to  do." 

In  handicraft  classes,  girls  of  6  and  7  make 
a  cotton  cat's  face  with  black  buttons  for 
eyes  (learning  to  sew  on  buttons  without  re- 
alizing it),  a  little  string  bag  requiring  a  but- 
tonhole. Older  girls  learn  to  use  sewing  ma- 
chines for  aprons,  skirts  and  blouses— like 
Sally,  a  16-year-old  who  was  going  to  leave 
school  liccause  she  had  to  wear  "funny-look- 
ing hand-me-downs"  but  stayed  a  year  longer 
after  she  learned  how  to  save  money  making 
her  own  clothes. 

Under  the  direction  of  a  trained  nurse,  the 
girls  learn  in  child-care  classes  how  to  wash 
then  hands  properly,  how  to  carry  a  baby 
(life-sized  doll;  and  keep  him  amused  with 
sjmplc  lullabies  -just  as  much  as  they  could 


safely  do  for  a  baby  at  home.  By  the  t 
they're  12,  they  know  how  to  bathe  a  br 
sterilize  his  bottle  and  fill  a  bedside  tray  « 
all  the  necessary  supplies. 

Courses  are  often  "glamourized"  by  tl 
names.  Just  as  girls  stick  to  nursing  classc 
they  may  become  qualified  to  wear  a  w 
nurse's  cap  and  apron,  and  be  called  a  G 
Club  Child  Nurse,  so  teen-age  girls  1 
weren't  too  interested  in  a  Charm  Club  CI 
in  large  numbers  to  the  same  discussion' 
hygiene  and  make-up  when  the  name  W 
changed,  during  the  war,  to  the  Junior  W  > 
Club,  and  today,  to  the  Air  Hostess  aj 
Modeling  Club. 

Caring  for  their  "grown-up"  dolls  in  tl 
handicraft  classes,  little  girls  wash  and  1 ' 
their  dolls'  clothes,  using  miniature  tubs  a' 
ironing  boards,  some  pushing  the  iron  up  a 
down  with  determination  -"There  won't 
any  wrinkles  in  this  dress"—  others  grinni 
broadly  as  they  douse  little  cotton  dres 
and  slips  in  hot,  sudsy  water.  "Oh,  youc 
make  the  most  wonderful  messes  here,"  s; 
a  little  redhead  happily  as  a  wave  of  wa 
sailed  across  the  floor. 

The  club  tries  most  to  give  its  memb 
poise  and  assurance,  to  develop  those  gt 
who  need  development  most.  At  a  denv 
stration  for  parents  and  friends,  a  deaf-ai 
dumb  girl  led  the  tap  dancing— in  perd 
time.  And  a  fat  girl  was  head  baton  twirl 

Eight-year-old  Jane,  who  had  learned 
hold  her  own  against  five  brothers  by  be' 
tough,  liked  to  sock  (he  other  girls,  couldi 
set  tit!  down  to  any  class  or  gameroom  projc 
le  aders  and  volunteers  worked  quietly  > 
patiently  with  her.  Every  time  she  hit  ion 
one  she  and  Miss  Dodw  had  a  talk,  and  Ja 


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It's  easy  to  make  your  gravy 
extra-rich,  ex/ra-brown,  extra- 
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in  Kitchen  Bouquet!  Ah!  What 
rich,  brown  color  and  how  it 
brings  out  that  true  meat  taste! 
Adds  no  artificial  flavor.  Good 
cooks  have  used 

COSTS  SO  LITTLE.  I^bM]' 


promised  to  try  to  behave.  Slowly  but 
surely  she  threw  more  and  more  of  her  energy 
into  club  activities,  was  thrilled  when  she 
made  a  vase  out  of  clay — and  a  year  later 
told  a  new  club  member  earnestly,  "You  can 
have  a  heckuva  good  time  in  this  club,  but 
you  gotta  mind." 

"  I  decided  something  had  to  be  done  about 
my  Sonya  after  her  first  Christmas  party  in 
school,"  one  mother  said.  "All  the  other  chil- 
dren rushed  over  to  get  their  presents,  but 
Sonya  hung  back  shyly— the  last  child  in 
line.  That's  when  I  took  her  to  the  Girls' 
Club.  Today,  when  she's  a  little  bold  some- 
times, I'm  so  glad  I  don't  say  anything  to 
her." 

More  serious  problems  are  referred  to  Miss 
Sheedy,  of  the  Family  Service  Agency,  who 
investigates  and  gives  all  help  possible.  "We 
are  case  finders,  not  case  workers,"  Miss 
Dodge  reiterates.  "Our  function  is  mainly 
recreational." 

Another  class  concentrates  on  manners 
and  entertaining — "So  many  children  be- 
come shy  and  withdrawn  because  they  don't 
know  how  to  do  simple  things  like  making  in- 
troductions or  having  people  in  to  dinner," 
says  Miss  Dodge.  "Other  children,  whose 
parents  are  foreign  born,  learn  simple  Amer- 
ican customs  to  teach  at  home." 

While  older  girls  belong  to  a  Hostess  Club 
where  they  discuss  everything  from  what 
makes  a  good  guest  to  what  makes  a  good 
dinner  menu,  little  girls  set  tables  with  small, 
colored  dishes  (pink  for  birthdays,  green  for 
St.  Patrick's  Day),  take  turns  being  hostess 
and  guest.  Sometimes  they  bring  cookies 
from  home  to  serve,  most  times  are  just  as 
happy  with  empty  plates  and  "pretend" 


^  The  greatest  and  noblest  pleasure 
T  which  men  have  in  this  world  is  to 
discover  new  truths;  and  the  next 
is  to  shake  off  old  prejudices. 

—  FREDERICK  THE  GREAT. 


turkey.  Miss  Dodge,  arriving  late  at  a  mock 
tea  party,  was  invited  by  her  7-year-old 
hostess  to  "take  off  your  hat,  powder  your 
nose  and  have  a  cup  of  tea."  She  sat  down 
next  to  a  10-year-old  with  black  bangs  and  a 
shy  smile — "I  don't  think  anyone  can  ever 
have  enough  manners,  do  you  ?  "  the  little  girl 
asked. 

What  the  girls  learn  at  the  club  often  has 
direct  application  at  home.  "When  I  was 
young,"  a  mother  said,  "we  worked  when  we 
worked  and  played  when  we  played.  But  it's 
a  game  now  for  my  little  Pasqua  to  set  the 
table  and  make  her  own  bed." 

A  father  added,  "It's  not  only  what  the 
Girls'  Club  teaches  our  children.  It's  what  it 
does  for  us.  Why,  I've  met  more  people  from 
my  street  in  a  month  over  there  than  I'd  met 
in  five  years." 

For  the  Worcester  Girls'  Club  today  is 
truly  a  community  project.  Organized  in 
1919,  when  Worcester  was  "boys'  club  con- 
scious," the  club  first  served  as  a  recreational 
center  for  business  girls.  But  soon  little  girls 
began  to  hang  around  outside,  begging  to 
come  in.  And  while  they  were  soon  invited  to 
play  hours  and  sewing  classes  on  Saturday 
morning,  it  wasn't  until  1929  that  the  club 
definitely  began  to  focus  its  main  attention 
on  younger  girls. 

The  Girls'  Club  program  today  reflects  the 
energy  and  inspiration  of  two  women — Dora 
Dodge  and  Mrs.  J.  Herbert  Johnson— multi- 
plied by  the  work  and  devotion  of  countless 
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tractive, white-haired  woman  with  a  keen 
understanding  of  little  girls,  and  a  quick, 
warm  sympathy  for  their  problems,  has  been 
executive  director  nearly  21  years.  Mrs. 
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dent of  the  Girls  Clubs  of  America.  Together 
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policies,  outlined  and  enlarged  facilities.  Miss 
Dodge  has  interested  so  many  people  through 
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that  a  Community  Chest  member  told  her 
with  a  smile.  "You've  made  it  impossible  for 
anyone  to  die  in  Worcester  without  leaving 
money  to  the  Girls'  Club." 

Supported  mainly  by  Worcester's  pro- 
gressive Community  Chest,  which  annually 
contributes  about  S44.000.  the  club  also  had 
an  income  last  year  of  SI  1,000  from  a  legacy. 
S4400  from  interest  on  endowments.  S4400 
from  its  summer  camp,  and  $3400  from  fees 
and  dues.  But  always  the  club's  main  prob- 
lem has  been  enough  facilities.  In  Lincoln 
House,  six  sewing  machines  serve  classes 
of  20  girls;  two  stoves  are  shared  by  12 
girls  in  each  cooking  class.  The  music  school, 
which  gives  voice  and  piano  lessons  to  200 
girls  each  year,  has  a  long  waiting  list  but 
only  one  teacher  and  three  pianos,  scattered 
throughout  Lincoln  House  "wherever  we 
find  an  empty  space."  There  are  even  fewer 
facilities  in  Quinsigamond  House.  Lincoln 
House,  with  sixteen  classrooms,  and  Quin- 
sigamond House,  with  four,  could  use  double 
that  number. 

Realizing  the  great  value  of  the  Girls'  Club, 
and  the  urgency  of  its  need  to  expand.  Worces- 
ter citizens  in  1947  swung  magnificently  be- 
hind a  drive  to  raise  money  for  a  new  Girls' 
Club  building  large  enough  to  accommodate 
6000members.  By  theend  of  two  weeks.  S500.- 
000  had  been  pledged — a  total  which  grew  to 
S750.000  in  only  two  weeks  more.  The  build- 
ing, to  be  constructed  as  soon  as  the  board 
finds  a  suitable  plot,  will  include  eleven  class- 
rooms, a  large  gymnasium  and  auditorium 
and  two  things  little  girls  said  they  wanted 
most  in  their  club — a  roller-skating  rink  and 
a  swimming  pool. 

The  Girls'  Club  is  used  to  enthusiastic 
community  support.  Every  class  depends  on 

one  or  two  volunteer  help-   

ers  to  cook,  model,  coach  a 
children's  play  or  conduct 
a  story  hour.  Last  year, 
when  the  club  gave  its  an- 
nual operetta,  a  corps  of 
seventy  volunteers  took 
complete  charge  of  make- 
up, costumes  and  general 
backstage  help.  And  a  HHBHBMB 
Thrift  Shop,  where  volun- 
teers sell  used  clothes,  provides  S1000  annu- 
ally for  extra  club  equipment. 

"Our  attendance  depends  entirely  on  the 
ability  of  our  workers,  both  paid  and  volun- 
teer, to  give  members  something  they  really 
want,"  says  Miss  Dodge. 

To  help  the  girls  develop  responsibility, 
and  the  club  develop  good  leaders,  depart- 
ment heads  each  year  choose  25  outstanding 
girls,  who  are  at  least  11  years  old.  to  be 
Junior  Leaders.  After  a  six  weeks'  training 
course  (one  hour  weekly)  covering  every- 
thing from  poise  and  voice  modulation  to  a 
detailed  description  of  their  duties.  Junior 
Leaders  help  in  the  game  room,  check  coats, 
answer  the  telephone — each  giving  at  least 
two  hours  weekly.  Assistant  Leaders — 30 
girls  of  high-school  age  who  have  successfully 
completed  Junior  Leader  work — help  paid 
workers  in  class  and  game  room  activities. 

So  that  volunteers,  too,  understand  club 
purposes.  Miss  Dodge  talks  personally  with 
each  new  worker,  encourages  them  to  con- 
tribute their  own  ideas.  Most  who  come  for 
a  trial  afternoon  find  they  cannot  stop:  "  It's 
too  interesting — and  besides,  the  girls  grow 
to  depend  on  you.  They  like  someone  who  re- 
members them  and  calls  them  by  name." 
While  a  few  volunteers  are  older  women 
whose  families  are  grown,  more  are  young 
wives  like  Mrs.  Patterson,  who  has  no  chil- 
dren, and  Mrs.  Bennett,  who  leaves  her 
young  son  with  a  baby-sitter. 

Volunteers  like  their  work.  "  It's  worth  all 
the  patience  it  takes  when  you  see  some  of 
these  little  girls  come  out  of  their  shells  and 
learn  to  make  things,"  remarked  one.  "It 
gives  them  confidence  to  do  so  many  other 
things." 

"The  biggest  thrill  I  had,"  a  second  added, 
"was  seeing  a  dirty  little  girl  start  cleaning 
her  fingernails  and  washing  her  hair  regularly 
after  we  told  her  that's  what  Lana  Turner, 
her  favorite  actress,  always  does." 

Health  and  cleanliness  arc;  encouraged 
throughout  the  entire  program.  For  little 


Feb 


ruary,  j 


■k  The  great  luxury  of  riches 
■f  is  that  they  enable  you  to 
escape  so  much  good  advice. 
The  rich  are  always  advising 
the  poor:  but  the  poor  seldom 
return  the  compliment. 


girls  of  6  and  7.  the  climax  of  the  health  i. 
gram  is  the  Cinderella  Contest,  held  dj 
spring  with  parents  and  friends  looking!. 
Ten  little  girls  selected  by  doctors  as  haiL 
the  best  teeth,  posture  and  general  health! 
with  one  another  for  the  highest  scorqj 
"Queen  of  Health."  And  "Cinderella"  is|j 
girl  who  has  improved  her  score  the  mosj 
the  past  year.  Cinderella  receives  a  compw 
outfit  from  a  local  department  store;  k 
each  contestant  wins  a  toothbrush  anj 
carnation  corsage.  One  10-year-old.  who  Ik 
never  seen  a  corsage  before,  was  so  thril 
with  hers  that  she  wore  it  six  days  and  ti 
offered  the  dried-up  remains  to  the  princil 
of  her  school.  He  wore  it  all  day  long. 

February  brings  a  fresh  whir  of  excitenx 
in  the  Girls'  Club,  for  then  the  camp  batj 
opens,  and  members  may  deposit  U+! 
nickels  and  dimes  toward  one  or  two  wei, 
the  following  summer  in  the  Girls'  c£ 
camp.  Nestled  in  a  heavily  wooded  sect) 
only  six  miles  from  Worcester,  the  ca: 
takes  care  of  401  girls  during  its  eight-wo 
season  for  S7.50  a  week  apiece — most  gi< 
stayed  two  weeks,  a  few  spent  the  wh< 
summer.  And  little  girls  whose  families  ci 
not  afford  this  may  receive  one  of  fifty  earn 
erships  donated  by  the  Women's  Club.  1 
For  many  girls,  camp  means  their  fil 
chance  to  be  in  the  country,  away  from 
whir  and  bustle  of  city  life.  And  while  | 
camp  program  is  full,  there  is  still  time  J 
little  girls  to  wade  in  the  brook,  scram 
along  the  edge  of  the  pond  scooping  up  po! ;  | 
wogs  in  tin  cans,  or  just  sit  and  starga 
Teen-age  club  members  serve  as  kite!  1 1 
aides;  later  are  graduated  to  junior  cot 
selors.  where  they  plan  games  and  picnics  i 
^^^^^^^^  younger  girls,  and  final! 
^^BBKRI^M      when  they  are  fully  qu; 

ified,  to  counselors.  /* 
counselors  go  to  camp  [I 
week  early  for  a  trainir 
program  that  include 
even-thing  from  outdo 
cooking  to  advice  on  hell 
ing  a  homesick  child. 
■MHsMsl         Active  community  su; 

port  built  the  camp  i 
well  as  the  club.  Clarence  Kinney,  an  ol 
Worcester  resident  who  loves  both  natui 
and  little  girls,  donated  47  acres;  other  dom 
tions  have  increased  club  holdings  to  »l 
acres.  Unemployed  fathers  helped  build  th 
first  cabins  during  the  mid-thirties.  The  K' 
wanis  Club  paid  for  the  kitchen  and  dinin 
hall;  the  Women's  Club  gave  the  pump  an 
health  house.  And  100  members  of  a  mother 
club  which  meets  weekly  at  Lincoln  House  t 
talk  and  sew.  sold  food  and  threw  a  whr 
party  to  earn  money  for  a  rowboat  and  sur 
board. 

Ask  any  little  girl,  however,  what  is  tl 
biggest  event  of  the  Girls'  Club  year,  an 
chances  are  she'll  say,  with  no  hesitatioi 
"The  operetta!"  Given  every  spring,  tl 
operetta  has  three  performances,  each  with 
different  cast.  To  give  as  many  children  c 
possible  a  chance,  every  girl  may  learn  £ 
many  parts  as  she  likes.  The  little  girl  wh< 
was  Alice  last  night  may  appear  on  the  stag' 
as  a  tree  tonight,  a  member  of  the  choiu 
tomorrow  night. 

Come  backstage  for  the  first  performanc 
of  Alice  in  Wonderland.  Little  girls  who  hav< 
been  practicing  three  months  are  so  excitet 
they  can  hardly  talk.  The  stage  is  full  o 
bunnies  with  white  crepe-paper  costumes  ant 
long  white  tails;  lobsters  in  crimson  cotton 
and  oysters  in  gray-and-pink  costumes  will 
flaps  that  "really  close  when  you  knee 
down."  Over  in  a  dressing  room  volunteer 
are  rushing  around  with  pins  and  needier 
fitting  the  costumes  they've  made  "by  guess 
work  "  to  the  girls  who  must  wear  them  to 
night.  Everywhere  is  confusion— but  half  an 
hour  later,  when  the  curtain  goes  up.  the  per- 
formance is  remarkably  good.  Tickets  are  *> 
much  in  demand  that  requests  often  come  ir 
before  even  the  name  of  the  operetta  has  been 
selected. 

Walking  home  that  night  with  her  mother, 
a  little  girl  put  into  words  the  way  most  girls 
feel  about  their  club:  "Oh,"  she  said  with 
sotx-r  consideration,  "I  think  the  Girls'  Club 
was  a  brilliant  idea  "  THI  WD 


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»v  LOU ELLA 
G.  SHOUE 


II 


JUDY  and  Dee  have  recently  moved  into  a  new  modern  house  of 
their  own  in  one  of  the  suburbs  of  Long  Island.  Because  they  lived; 
in  a  city  apartment  when  they  were  first  married,  everything 
about  being  a  householder  is  exciting  to  them.  Though  they  both  com- 
mute to  New  York  every  day,  they  love  the  fun  of  getting  dinner  to- 
gether in  their  shiny  new  kitchen.  Each  gallantly  says  the  other  is  the 
better  cook.  Although  they  have  a  charming  dining  table  at  one  end* 
of  the  living  room,  they  are  great  believers  in  "eating  all  over  the 
house,"  depending  on  what  they  have  for  dinner,  what  kind  oi  night 
it  is,  or  what  kind  of  mood  they're  in. 


Monday 

Dinnvr  on  the  Tea  Wagon 

Dee's  Beef  Casserole 
Green  Salad 
Crusty  Rolls 
Coffee 

"Sundays  we  usually  have  a  roast, 
which,  to  my  way  of  thinking,  is  the 
easiest,  if  not  the  quickest,  dinner 
there  is.  If  it's  roast  heel  —  and  more 
than  likely  it  i^-  Monda)  nights  Dee 
uses  up  (lie  leftovers  in  a  casserole. 
We  have  a  green  salad  with  this,  lots 
of  black  coffee  and  crusty  rolls  that 
Dee  liuys  on  his  way  home.  On  cold  or 
rainy  nights  1  put  up  the  leaves  of  the 
tea  wagon  and  we  dine  comfortably 
near  the  fire.  The  brick  hearth  makes 
a  good  warm  parking  spot  for  both 
casserole  and  Coffeepot." 

DEE'S  BEEF  CASSEROLE 
Dice  whatever  leflot  er  roaal  beef  there 

ix  (lull   there  xhould  he  ut  IcuhI    I  Yl 

Cll|»x).  SillllC   till'   liccf    Willi     }■/-'%  r"P 

1 1 1 1 1 1 1  \  iliced  peeledonioiu  and  1  ■>  green 
pepper,  leaded  and  cut  into  «tripx,  in 


2  tablespoons  shortening.  When  niceh 
browned,  add  1  can  sliced  mushrooms. 
2  or  3  small  tomatoes,  cut  into  chunk- 
Simmer  a  few  minutes  and  add  1' 
cups  thin  hrown  grav  y.  Dee  makes  his 
with  a  gravv  powder;  or  you  can  us< 
water,  flour,  butter  or  margarine  ami 
bouillon  cubes,  or  meat  paste.  If  you 
have  leftover  gravy  use  that.  Simmer 
10  minutes.  In  the  meantime,  cook  2 
ounces  noodles  in  boiling  sailed  watei 
until  tender.  Drain.  Combine  willi 
beef.  Season  with  salt  and  pepper. 
Pour  into  a  casserole.  Sprinkle  »iili 
grated  Parmesan  cheese  and  hake  in 
the  oven  for  as  little  or  as  long  n>  jrOU 
like.  II  you're  given  to  dining  late,  as 
Judy  and  Dee  like  to  do,  hake  in  a  slow 
oven  for  a  longer  time;  or  hurry  il  up 
by  usitif;  a  moderately  hot  tempera 
tore.  17r)°  V.  1 1  lakes  about  HO  minutes 
in  moderate  oven,  F. 


Tu<*N«lny 

Dimmer  "Mtomkeu  Stale" 

Baked  Pork  CI  ■ 

With  tpple  Ringa 
Baked  PolutoeH  Hone)  Squaah 
Chicorj  Sahul 
Black  Coffee 


LADIES'  I  HOME  JOUR  IN  W  1  17 


netimes  we  eat  what  Dee  calls 
key  style.'  This  simply  means  we 
work  at  getting  dinner  into  the 
— then  sit  and  chat  while  it 
s.  When  it's  ready,  we  each  take 
tray,  fill  it  up  right  in  the  kitchen 
tote  it  to  wherever  we  happen  to 
ke  sitting — usually  on  the  couch 
n  cushions  in  front  of  the  fire. 
^e^  -style  meals  are  for  the  nights 
1  we  have  a  lot  to  talk  over.  Right 
we're  planning  our  first  vegetahle 
;n  and  deciding  whether  to  in- 
in  a  door  to  the  kitchen  terrace 
uy  a  rug  for  the  living  room, 
better  time  than  when  there's 
11-scale  blizzard  blowing  down 
tire  Lane. 

V  favorite  menu  for  such  an  eve- 
consists  of  nice  thick  pork  chops 
)ned  and  baked  in  a  pan  with 
s  rings.  We  bake  potatoes  with 
and  halves  of  acorn  squash  with 
>onful  of  honey  in  each.  This  may 
be  the  quickest  meal  there  is,  as 
s  time  of  cooking  is  concerned — 
kes  about  an  hour  in  the  oven — 
it  is  certainly  easy.  Everything 
s  together  without  any  attention 
pt  to  turn  the  chops  once." 

Wednesday 
■iiinlhi  Guests  for  Dinner 

Butter  Hamburgers 
Toasted  Buns 
liced  Tomatoes  Relishes 
Raw-Fried  Potatoes 
Big  Green  Salad 
Ice  Cream 
With  Black  Cherries 
Black  Coffee 


'and  Dee's  favorite  stand-by  menu 
vhat  they  call  "friendly  guests"  is 
er  hamburgers  on  toasted  buns. 
I  serves  them  on  big  wooden 
;s  with  individual  wooden  bowls 
liced  tomatoes  and  relishes.  Dee 
es  a  big  skilletful  of  potatoes 
onions — the  potatoes  always 
id  raw  and  paper  thin — fried  to- 
er  in  salad  oil.  „  f 

bout  the  only  time  Judy  ever 
lers  with  a  real  or  so-called  fancy 
ert  is  when  there's  company. 
m  idea  of  a  really  glamorous  des- 
is  a  big  bowl  of  ice  cream  with  a 
:e  made  of  big  black  pitted  cher- 
— the  canned  ones.  She  heats  the 
Ties  in  their  own  juice,  adds  some 
ir,  several  strips  of  lemon  peel  and 
juice  of  half  a  lemon.  Before  re- 
ing  from  the  heat,  she  sometimes 
i  a  few  spoonfuls  of  a  favorite 
lial.  Serve  hot  over  the  ice  cream. 

BUTTER  HAMBURGERS 

im  }4,  cup  hut  ler  or  margarine  un- 
ery  soft,  for  each  pound  of  ground 
.  Grate  just  a  little  garlic  into 
idd  1  tablespoon  Worcestershire 
e,  ]  teaspoon  salt  and  34  teaspoon 
lly  ground  pepper.  Increase  quan- 
s  for  each  pound  of  beef.  Mix  well 
work  into  the  hamburger  evenly, 
pe  the  hamburgers  into  8  flatlish 
ies.  For  each  hamburger,  crumble 
2-inch  cube  blue  or  Gorgonzola 
;se  over  the  patty  and  press  an- 
x  patty  over  it,  sealing  the  edges 


all  around,  so  the  cheese  is  really  en- 
closed within  the  beef.  Chill  in  re- 
frigerator until  ready.  Brown  in  a  hot 
skillet.  The  butter  or  margarine  makes 
the  hamburgers  extra  juicv — "drooly,"' 
says  Dee.  You  won't  need  butter  or 
margarine  on  the  toasted  rolls.  This  al- 
lows 2  hamburgers  for  each  person. 

Thursday 

Hmmvirark 

Judy's  Crab-Meat  Specialty 
on  Toast 
Frozen  French  Fries 
Raw  Vegetables 
Bedded  Down  in  Water  Cress 
Coffee 
(Fruit,  if  we  want  it) 

"When  we  have  work  to  do  at  night 
and  want  to  be  especially  speedy,  we 
eat  at  the  breakfast  bar,  perched  on 
high  stools.  My  best  'quick  and  easy' 
is  a  crab-meat  affair  that  tastes  as  if  I 
had  worked  at  concocting  it  for  days. 
We  often  have  it  for  Sunday-night 
buffet  supper  too.  For  such  occasions, 
I  double  the  recipe  and  pop  it  into  a 
casserole  for  help-yourself  serving. 
Pour  just  a  little  cream  and  sprinkle 
quite  a  bit  of  cheese  on  top.  Put  under 
low  broiler  heat  until  bubbly  and 
brown." 

JUDY'S  CRAB-MEAT  SPECIALTY 
Make  2  cups  medium  cream  sauce. 
Meanwhile,  hard-cook  2  eggs.  Peel 
and  slice  eggs.  Drain  1  can  mushrooms. 
Add  eggs  and  mushrooms  to  the  sauce. 
Season  with  salt  and  pepper.  Slice 
about  6  large  stuffed  olives  and  flake  a 
6^-ounce  can  crab  meat.  Add  olives 
and  crab  meat  last.  Be  careful  not  to 
stir  too  much  after  you  add  the  crab 
meat,  so  it  won't  get  stringy.  It  should 
he  in  big  chunks.  Add  a  tablespoon  or 
two  of  sherry,  if  you  like — "just  a  flick 
of  Tabasco  and  a  real  good  flick  of 
Worcestershire  sauce."'  Reseason  with 
salt  and  pepper,  if  needed.  Serve  it  on 
toast  or  rusk. 

Fridny 
Sumothina  to  1'flfhral i> 

Basted  Broilers 
Frozen  Broccoli 
Hot  French  Bread 
Green  Salad  With  Blue  Cheese 
Pineapple  Cream 
Coffee 


"We  always  seem  to  have  something 
to  celebrate.  This  is  one  of  our  fa- 
vorite party  dinners — that  is.  a  party 
just  for  the  two  of  us.  Oddly  enough, 
it  is  the  quickest  and  easiest  of  all. 
We  baste  the  broilers  with  lots  of 
lemon  juice  and  butter  so  they  taste 
very  lemony  and  brown  very  crispy. 
Here's  the  recipe  for  the  dessert." 

PINEAPPLE  CREAM 

Drain  I  small  can  crushed  pineapple. 
Combine  half  of  the  pulp  with  t  marsh- 
mallows  snipped  into  small  pieces  with 
scissors.  Fold  in  Y2  cup  heavy  cream, 
whipped  stiff.  Pour  into  freezing  tray. 
Do  this  before  you  start  dinner.  In 
about  30  minutes,  it  won't  be  really 
frozen  but  wonderfully  cold  and  de- 
licious. 


wre  of  Dry  Skin 

After  25  every  woman  ought  to  use  her  mirror  with  a  more  critical  eye. 

From  25  on,  the  natural  oil  that  keeps  skin  soft,  smooth  and  pliant, 
tarts  decreasing.  Before  40,  skin  may  lose  as  much  as  20%  of  its  own  oil. 

But  you  can  help  offset  this  drying  out — by  giving  your  skin  an  oil 
•specially  suited  to  its  needs.  You  can  use  a  dry  skin  cream  that  is,  extra- 
ich  in  lanolin,  which  is  very  like  the  oil  of  the  skin  itself — this  special 
ream  is  Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream. 

See  its  effects  on  your  skin.  Work  it  in  thoroughly  for  night  softening. 
Jse  it  lightly  for  a  smooth  look  under  make-up.  It  brings  your  skin  a 
ofter,  fresher,  younger  look  immediately. 


ip — little  dry  "puckers"  tighten, 
it"  and  older. 

itime  help  supple  this  dry  skin 
m,  smoothing  this  soft  cream  in 
r  lip  out  and  up  to  each  corner, 
lps  soften  those  little  puckers, 
msed  by  dryness. 


»W8  —  tiny,  dry  lines  etch  in. 

ie  lanolin-rich  Pond's  Dry  Skin 
t  at  bedtime  to  give  your  dry  skin 
lotbing  oil  it  needs.  Circle  the 
dug  firm,  quick  little  circles  up 
jr  your  eyebrows  to  your  temples. 


Around  your  Eyes,  on  Eyelids — dry  "crow's-feet" 
come,  and  skin  takes  on  a  dark  "crinkled"  look. 

To  "Unorinkle"  Dry  Lines — Never  skip  nightly  help 
with  lanolin-rich  Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream.  Finger-tap  this 
soft-as-satin  cream  very  lightly  aroutul  your  eyes.  Leave  on 
lids  all  night.  A  special  emulsijicr  makes  it  extra-softening. 
Leave  a  little  on  eyelids  during  day,  too. 


Along  your  Chin-Lino — you  don't  want  that  matronly- 
looking  sagging  to  start. 

To  Tone  I'p — Use  thumb  and  lir>t  finger  of  each  band  and 
"pinch  along"  from  point  of  chin  to  ear  with  lanolin-rich 
Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream.  This  treatment  brings  circulation 
up,  and  gives  this  skin  the  rirh  lubrication  it  needs. 


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TELL  ME  DOCTOR 

(Continued  from  Page  31) 


"Now  then,  we  come  to  the  vaginal  open- 
ly, which  we  may  expect  to  find  nearly 
Dsed  by  a  thin  fold  of  tissue  known  as  the 
•men.  In  this  hymen,  there  should  normally 
•  a  small  opening  which  has  to  be  present 

allow  the  menstrual  flow  to  escape.  Be- 
iuse  of  the  hymen,  we  are  not  usually  able 
■  proceed  very  far  with  our  examination, 
id  must  gather  what  information  we  may 
/  means  of  a  digital  exploration  of  the  rec- 
1m.  However,  I  find  that  in  this  case  the 
aginal  canal  admits  two  examining  fin- 
irs  " 

"  Does  that  mean  that  Jane  is  not  a  virgin, 
toctor?" 

"Not  at  all.  Sometimes  the  hymenal  ridge 
.  small  due  to  underdevelopment.  Too,  it  is 
tid  that  modern  Ethletic  girls  sometimes 
jpture  the  hymen  accidentally  due  to  vio- 
•nt  exercise.  It  could  be  possible,  though  I 
mst  say  that  I  feel  a  trifle  skeptical.  My 
uess  is  that  it  would  more  likely  be  due  to 
ame  attempts  at  masturbation  and  finger 
Jay." 

"You  are  brutally  frank,  Doctor." 

"  I  have  to  be.  Anyhow,  it  seems  to  me  a 
natter  of  little  consequence.  Even  if  an  en- 
irely  normal  hymen  were  present,  it  would 
>y  no  means  be  proof  of  virginity." 

"I  didn't  know  that,  Doctor." 

"It  is  true.  Some  hymens  may  appear  to 
)e  intact  after  intercourse.  However,  in  this 
nstance  I  perceive  that  it  is  deficient,  and  its 
■emnants  are  shrunken  and  curled  up  in  little 
irregular  edges.  Had  I  been  examining  a 
woman  who  had  borne  a  child,  the  damage 
would  have  been  greater. 

"My  examining  fingers  have  now  pene- 
trated well  up  the  vaginal  canal,  the  sides  of 
which  are  normally  col- 
lapsed but  will  allow  of  HMMli 
great  distension.  I  can  feel 
at  my  finger  tips  the  neck 
of  the  womb,  which  pro- 
trudes into  the  canal  at  its 
upper  end.  With  my  other 
hand  pressing  on  the  abdomen  at  its  lowest 
margin  I  am  able  to  feel  the  internal  organs — 
part  of  them,  at  least — between  the  fingers 
of  my  two  examining  hands.  I  can  tell  you 
that  your  womb  is  normal  in  size,  freely 
movable,  and  in  good  position." 

"What  does  that  mean?" 

"Being  normal  in  size,  it  has  obviously 
never  been  pregnant,  nor  badly  inflamed. 
The  fact  that  it  is  in  normal  position  is  ex- 
cellent." 

"I  wish  you  would  explain  what  you  mean 
by  normal." 

"I'll  try.  The  womb  is  a  comparatively 
small  organ  which,  normally,  is  about  the 
size  and  shape  of  a  pear.  It  is  suspended 
bottom-side-up  within  the  lower  bony  basin 
by  several  pairs  of  ligaments.  When  normally 
hung,  its  long  axis  should  be  nearly  at  right 
angles  with  the  long  axis  of  the  vaginal 
canal. 

II  T 

In  other  words,  as  the  woman  lies  on  her 
back,  the  top  of  the  womb  should  be  pointing 
upward  to  the  inside  of  her  belly  wall.  Now 
my  examining  fingers  are  able  to  feel  the 
front  of  the  womb,  since  it  is  in  normal  posi- 
tion. Had  it  dropped  over  backward,  I  could 
not  find  it.  This  womb  is  a  muscular  struc- 
ture, almost  entirely;  however,  the  muscle  is 
different  from  that  of  most  of  your  other 
muscles  because  you  can't  make  it  act,  or 
contract,  or  do  anything  with  it  of  your  own 
free  will.  The  ligaments  by  which  it  is  hung 
in  place  are  not  very  stout,  and  frequently 
they  become  stretched,  allowing  it  to  tip  or 
fall  backward." 

"Would  that  be  very  serious?" 

"No-o-o,  in  a  young  woman  like  Jane  I 
wouldn't  call  it  serious,  but  it  does  have  a 
bearing  on  her  welfare.  A  very  bad  position 
is  likely  to  lead  to  congestion  and  in  turn  to 
painful  menstruation.  Then,  it  probably 
would  interfere  to  a  degree  with  pregnancy 
taking  place;  and  if  pregnancy  did  occur, 
there  would  be  a  danger  of  abortion." 

"Does  it  require  a  surgical  operation  to 
cure.  Doctor?" 


I 


Life  should  be  partly  cakes 
and  red  geraniums. 


"Sometimes.  Often,  however,  it  carr 
corrected  by  simple  postural  treatment  ovi 
period  of  time.  Now,  let  us  proceed  furtl 

"The  Fallopian  tubes  are  normally  f 
little  structures  attached  to  both  sides 
the  top  of  the  womb.  They  are  about  f 
inches  long  and  are  pierced  by  a  canal  v 
a  caliber  which  would  admit  a  fine  straw.  1 , 
canal  is  lined  with  infinitesimal  hairs  wl 
serve  a  definite  purpose  in  the  proces- 
ovulation.  However,  remember  one  irri|  • 
tant  fact.  By  means  of  the  vaginal  canal,  1 1 
the  uterine  cavity,  and  finally  the  can 
through  the  tubes,  there  is  present  a  di 
route  from  the  outside  world  into  the  n  t 
vital  part  of  the  abdomen.  While  thi ; 
Nature's  reproductive  tract,  it  is  at  the  s; 
time  a  pathway  through  which  infection  i  • 
enter  at  any  time.  This  explains  why  won 
develop  peritonitis  more  often  than  men 

At  the  outer  end  of  the  tubes  are  loci 
the  ovaries,  two  small,  almond-shaped 
gans.  My  examining  fingers  are  not  sensi 
enough  to  feel  the  fragile  tubes  in  this 
which  is  a  good  sign,  since  it  shows  that 
are  not  inflamed  or  enlarged.  I  am  ab' 
feel  the  ovaries,  and  they  appear  about 
mal  in  size  and  position. 

"  Before  we  finish,  we  can  at  least  esti 
the  size  of  the  bony  basin  at  its  bottoi 
outlet.  I  find  my  fingers  too  short  to  i 
across  to  the  rear,  which  suggests  that 
is  room  at  the  outlet  for  the  passage  of  a 
born  of  average  size. 

"To  sum  up,  here  is  what  we  know  e 
Jane.  Her  bony  measurements  appear 
ample.  Her  external  generative  organs 
normal.  Her  womb  is  normal  in  size  and 
tion.  Her  tubes  and  ov 
■■■■■     appear  normal. 

"She  sounds  like  a 
feet  specimen  of 

ims.  .       ,  ,, 

womanhood. 

"I  wouldn't  quite 
that;  my  examinatior 
not  that  exhaustive.  We  haven't  gone 
Jane's  menstrual  history.  We  don't  kn 
her  tubes  are  open  throughout.  We  don't 
know  whether  she  ovulates." 

"But  could  you  determine  these  thinj 
"I  could.  By  running  carbon-dioxid 
into  the  uterine  cavity  under  a  careful  i 
ure  of  pressure  we  could  determine 
passed  through  into  the  abdominal  a 
We  could  do  the  same  thing  with  an  or 
oil,  which  would  allow  us  to  take  a  pi 
by  X  ray  of  the  interior  of  the  entire  in\ 
generative  tract  and  actually  to  obser: 
oil  passing  through.  Both  of  these  tests 
show  whether  her  tubes  are  open,  ll 
intricate  microscopical  study  of  theB 
along  the  birth  tract,  we  could  deteBl 
the  presence  of  ovulation.  These  are  a 
cated  procedures,  requiring  great  ex] 
ture  of  time  and  effort.  They  are  used  I 
cases  where  abnormality  is  suspect 
known  to  be  present — as,  for  instance, 
an  apparently  normal,  young  married  w 
is  unable  to  become  pregnant. 

"We  must  still  do  a  routine  bl 
urine  examination.  And  we  will  take  e 
blood  for  a  Wassermann  test  too." 

' '  Wassermann ! "  exclaimed  Jane.  '". 
the  test  for  syphilis.  Doctor,  you  don' 

pose  that  " 

"I  don't  suppose  anything.  But  yo 
your  fiance  will  have  to  have  it  done  1 
you  can  get  a  license  to  marry.  That  is 
in  this  state." 

The  older  woman  settled  back  in  he 
"Doctor,  what  did  you  mean  by  ovula 
The  doctor  glanced  at  his  watch.  " 
we  are  going  into  the  matter  of  physi 
and  there  are  other  patients  waiting.  If 
ever,  you  care  to  come  in  tomorro-w 
close  of  my  office  hours,  I  shall  try  t 
you  some  idea  of  how  those  organs  of 
work,  and  at  the  same  time  we  can  ta 
blood  specimens." 

"We  shall  be  here,"  said  Mrs.  Doe. 
"Yes,"  echoed  her  daughter,  "and  anl 
you  very  much." 

(To  Be  Continued) 


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/beware  of  Dry  Skin 


Drying  begins  to  show Ji'rst 
in  the  places  pictured  below. 
See  how  best  to  help  correct  it f 


After  25  every  woman  ought  to  use  her  mirror  with  a  more  critical  eye. 

From  25  on,  the  natural  oil  that  keeps  skin  soft,  smooth  and  pliant, 
starts  decreasing.  Before  40,  skin  may  lose  as  much  as  20%  of  its  own  oil. 

But  you  can  help  offset  this  drying  out — by  giving  your  skin  an  oil 
especially  suited  to  its  needs.  You  can  use  a  dry  skin  cream  that  is,  extra- 
rich  in  lanolin,  which  is  very  like  the  oil  of  the  skin  itself — this  special 
cream  is  Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream. 

See  its  effects  on  your  skin.  Work  it  in  thoroughly  for  night  softening. 
Use  it  lightly  for  a  smooth  look  under  make-up.  It  brings  your  skin  a 
softer,  fresher,  younger  look  immediately. 


I 

i<  on  your  Cheeks  dryness  is  often  noticed;  little 
"dry-skin"  patches  can  spoil  your  make-up. 

Correct — Work  into  your  cheeks  nightly  plenty  of 
l's  Dry  Skin  Cream.  Swirl  its  softening  help  from  chin- 
up  in  front  of  ears.  This  lanolin-rich  cream  is  homo- 
sed  to  soak  in  better.  Use  a  light  film  of  this  special 
,m  under  your  make-up  for  day  softening,  also. 


Under  your  Lower  Lip — little  dry  "puckers"  tighten, 
make  your  mouth  look  "set"  and  older. 

To  Relax — Always  at  bedtime  help  supple  this  dry  skin 
with  Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream,  smoothing  this  soft  cream  in 
well  from  the  center  of  your  lip  out  and  up  to  each  corner. 
This  lanolin-rich  cream  helps  soften  those  little  puckers, 
helps  relax  that  tightness  caused  by  dryness. 


Around  your  Eyes,  on  Eyelids — dry  "crow's-feet" 
come,  and  skin  takes  on  a  dark  "crinkled"  look. 

To  "Cncrinkle"  Dry  Lines — Never  skip  nightly  help 

with  lanolin-rich  Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream.  Finger-tap  this 
soft-as-satin  cream  very  lightly  around  your  eyes.  Leave  on 
lids  all  night.  A  special  emulsifier  makes  it  extra-softening. 
Leave  a  little  on  eyelids  during  day,  too. 


your  Nose  and  Mouth  —  tenseness  and  "down- 
s'' harden  your  expression. 

Help  Soften — "Knuckle  in"  softening,  smoothing 
d's  Dry  Skin  Cream.  Use  knuckles  of  first  fingers  to 
ad  this  lanolin-rich  cream  in  firmly — out  and  up  from 
trils  and  mouth.  See  that  "dry  skin"  tense  look  soften. 


Between  your  Eyebrows  —  tiny,  dry  lines  etch  in. 

To  Smooth  Down  —  Use  lanolin-rich  Pond's  Dry  Skin 
Cream  regularly  every  night  at  bedtime  to  give  your  dry  skin 
more  of  the  softening,  soothing  oil  it  needs.  Circle  the 
cream  on  generously,  making  firm,  quick  little  circles  up 
between  your  eyes — out  over  your  eyebrows  to  your  temples. 


Along  your  Chin-Line — you  don't  want  that  matronly- 
looking  sagging  to  start. 

To  Tone  Up — Use  thumb  and  first  finger  of  each  hand  and 
"pinch  along"'  from  point  of  chin  to  ear  with  lanolin-rich 
Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream.  This  treatment  brings  circulation 
up,  and  gives  this  skin  the  rich  lubrication  it  needs. 


MRS.  H.  LATROBE  ROOSEVELT,  JR.  SayS, 

"I  find  Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream  a  perfect  softener. 

It  is  the  smoothest,  softest  rich  cream  I've 

ever  used.  I'm  never  without  it." 


THE  LADY  DAPHNE  STRAIGHT  says, 
"Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream  is  really  remarkable. 
It  is  so  very  rich — yet  very  soft,  too — and 
never  sticky.  I  like  it  better  than  any  other." 


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For  small  dwellings  there's  the  Kitchen 
Freezer  —  lowest  priced  freezer  in  the 
world!  Linoleum-covered  flat  top  pro- 
vides extra  working  surface.  Then  there 
are  the  beautiful  Custom  Home  Freezers: 
CF-7  (capacity  up  to  252  lbs.  of  foods) 
.  .  .  the  Custom  and  De  Luxe  Freezers 
CF-12  and  DF-12  (capacity  up  to  420 
lbs.)  .  .  .  and  for  large  families  or  general 
farm  use  the  Custom  Freezer  CF-20 
( capacity  up  to  700  lbs. ).  All  these  superb 
freezers  carry  5-year  warranty!  And  of 
course,  tlie\  're  electric! 


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Shelvador*  Refrigerators  .  .  .  Firm  and  Home  Freezers  .  .  .  Electric  Range-.  .  .  .  Electric  Kilchenj  .  . 
Sinks  .  .  .  Electric  Disposers  .  .  .  Electric  Water  Heaters  .  .  .  Radios  .  .  .  Radio  Phonographs 


Steel  Cabinets 
.  .  Television 


A  welcoming  chair,  a  book,  a  snack  at  bedtime — 
these   bring  warmth   to   our  snowbound  life. 


Dian olDomeslirily 


Hfi  GLADYS  TABU  It 


SOME  of  the  houses  in  the  valley  are 
closed  now  while  their  people  are  in 
Florida.  They  look  lonely  with  the 
shutters  locked  close  and  the  state- 
police  signs  on  the  doors.  Icicles  hang  from 
the  eaves  in  long  silver  needles,  and  they 
glitter  in  the  sun  with  delicate  splendor. 
Around  the  unshoveled  walks  the  small 
prints  of  stay-at-home  rabbits  and  winter 
birds  make  fascinating  patterns.  The  ever- 
green plantings  stand  heavy  with  snow, 
lovely  and  pure  and  shining. 

It  is  a  fine  thing  to  follow  the  warmth  to 
the  South,  I  always  think,  and  I  can  imag- 
ine the  bright  skies  and  dazzling  water  and 
I  should  love  to  walk  the  long  beaches  and 
gather  sprays  of  coral  and  mysterious  fragile 
shells. 

The  trouble  is  I  love  it  right  here  and, 
having  only  one  life  and  one  self,  I  can 
never  quite  resolve  to  shut  up  the  little 
white  house  in  the  meadow  and  leave  the 
cockers  and  Maeve  and  the  cats  while  I  in- 
vestigate the  delights  of  summer-in-winter. 
I  do  mean  to  go  someday,  but  maybe  not 
right  now  while  the  woodshed  is  filled  with 
such  nice  old  apple  wood  and  the  lighted 
windows  at  night  make  such  a  lovely  glow- 
on  the  drifts  outside.  Then,  too,  there  are 
all  those  frozen  vegetables  and  fruits  in  the 
freezer;  no  use  letting  them  sit  around  un- 
til summer  when  the  garden  grows  green 
again. 

Also,  we  have  time  now  to  play  some  of 
the  records  we  like  best,  the  symphonies 
and  the  folk  songs  and  the  concertos.  Ik-ing 
snowed  in  has  some  advantages;  we  are  not 
likely  to  be  interrupted  just  at  the  climax 
of  the  Beethoven  Seventh. 

On  cold,  dark  Sunday  aftern«x>ns  when 
the  wind  howls  in  the  bate  branches  out- 
ride the  windows,  and  a  wild  and  whirling 
scud  of  clouds  marks  the  sky,  we  light  tif- 
fin- and  turn  on  the  radio 


I  have  no  patience  with  people  who  say 
they  do  not  like  radio.  It  is  like  saying  they 
do  not  like  books  just  because  they  do  not 
care  for  mystery  stories.  I  myself  do  not 
like  singing  commercials  or  soap  operas  or 
the  lavish  giving  of  prizes  to  women  who 
can  name  the  President  of  the  United 
States  after  three  hints.  But  I  forget  all  thh 
when  I  can  hear  the  Philharmonic  and  havi 
a  full  hour  of  glorious  music  sweeping  righ' 
into  my  small  house. 

Music  is  necessary  to  life.  I  like  to  think 
back  to  the  time  when  wandering  minstrel; 
came  to  the  great  dark  halls  of  the  ole 
castles  and  sang  to  the  accompaniment  o: 
their  lutes.  Or  before  that  when  the  Greek 
chorus  chanted  under  the  brave  Athenian 
skies.  And  even  when  some  people  got  the 
idea  that  music  must  be  a  sin  because  it 
gave  so  much  joy.  I  know  there  were  small 
songs  sung  by  women  as  they  rocked  their 
babies  in  the  old  wooden  cradles.  I  doubt 
whether  any  power  on  earth  could  keep 
folks  from  singing. 

I  can  remember  when  I  was  a  little  girl 
and  the  first  phonograph  came  to  our 
town.  It  had  a  purple  morning-glory 
horn  and  small  disks  that  scratched  out 
thin  reedy  tunes.  It  belonged  to  the  family 
of  one  of  the  boys  in  my  crowd,  and  the 
minute  it  was  set  up  on  the  table  in  the 
parlor,  I  decided  this  special  boy  was 
the  nicest  one  I  ever  knew.  I  would  go  to 
his  house  with  him  any  day  so  we  could 
play  those  tunes.  My  devotion  lasted  until 
I  met  a  new  boy  who  could  play  the  piano 
by  ear ! 

Later  when  radio  came  in.  and  KDKA 
began  its  historic  course,  I  listened  faith 
fully  even  when  all  that  ever  came  over 
was  tweet-tweet,  bang,,  bong.  We  never  heard 
more  than  a  few  notes  of  each  numlx-r,  but 
we  thought  they  wi  re  su|xt!>,  and  indeed 
they  were  the  sunrise  of  a  world  of  sound 


"Children  are  more  important  than  housekeeping  schedules ,"  says  Peggy  Coleman,  mother  of  tivo.  "Buthoiv  do  you  decide  which  chores  must  stay  undone?" 


Meet  the  Colemans,  of  Neiv  York— "modern 
cliff  du  ellers"  just  a  step  from  Broadway. 

by  Marthedith  Stauffer 


Dear  Editors:  Frn  the  gal  with  ten  thumbs — on  each  hand.  No  system  in  a 
city  apartment.  No  talent  for  housewifery,  but  a  strong  love  of  same.  No  technique 
for  children,  but  an  equally  strong  love  and  affection  for  mv  two  preschoolers. 
What  is  the  magic  touch  that  makes  it  possible  to  cram  everything  into  24  hours, 
and  withal  vacate^  these  premises  from  one  hour  to  five  or  six  hours  to  insure  a 
maximum  of  sunshine  and  motor  activity  for  a  couple  of  lively  hellions  who  can 
ivreak  more  damage  than  any  ten  in  a  backyard?  Where  canyon  put  the  stress 
on  neatness  and  where  on  common  sense?  Show  us  some  day  some  stumble-footed 
lamebrain  like  me  who  tries  again  and  again  to  do  her  best,  only  to  bump  into 
the  eternal  park-at-10  and  outing-at-3.  ~  /?  /) 

EVERY  weekday,  a  little  after  half  past  twelve,  a  street  of  apartment 
houses  in  upper  Manhattan  comes  alive  with  mothers  and  chil- 
dren—children going  to  kindergarten  and  children  just  going  along, 
even  babies  in  their  carriages.  Bundled  up  in  their  snow  suits,  like 
varicolored  Teddy  bears,  the  children  cross  Broadway,  where  the  big 
trucks  thunder  past,  holding  their  mothers'  hands  or  hanging  on  to  a 
baby  carriage;  but  once  across,  they  scamper  on  ahead.  Up  Broadway, 
other  groups  of  mothers  and  children  converge  on  the  line  ol  march. 
It  becomes  a  sort  of  roundup  scene.  And  where  these  mothers  are  rid- 
ing herd  on  scampering  children,  along  this  narrow  valley,  between 
the  rocky  wooded  palisades,  past  delicatessens  and  dry-cleaning  shops, 
is  where  Greene's  Continentals  took  the  heaviest  American  beating  of 
the  Revolutionary  War.  The  sight  before  you  is  still  uniquely  Amer- 
ican and  still  has  a  heroic  tinge. 

Peggy  Coleman,  one  of  these  mothers,  often  walks  twenty-eight 
long  blocks  a  day  to  take  Alan,  her  older  child,  to  and  from  kinder- 
garten, pushing  Ann,  her  younger,  in  a  carriage.  Not  many  New  Yorkers 


"It's  my  turn  to  ride!"  Outraged  tears  from  3-year-old  Ann  sound  alarming; 
seldom  mean  more  than  an  attempt  by  brother  Alan,  5,  to  "borrow"  tricycle. 


Quarrels  are  frequent,  Peggy's  "don'ts"  are  rare.  Ann  is  always  diverted  by- 
Alan's  pet  preface  to  making  up— "I  have  the  most  wonderful  idea  " 


PHOTOGRAPHS    BY    ESTHER  BUBLEY 


1 

"Any  mice  down  there,  I  wonder?"  Alan  and  Ann  explore  while  Peggy  shops  | 
at  the  supermarket.  House  rules  say  Ann  never  goes  out  alone.  Alan,  "a  big  bo) 
now,"  goes  to  candy  store  by  himself,  buys  papers  on  quiet  Sunday  mornings. 


Separated  by  crowded  daily  schedules, 

the  Colemans  work  together  for 
a  warm,  close  family  life. 


"On  a  lucky  trade,"  Cole- 
mans  got  present  quarters. 


When  Peggy  takes  Alan  to  kindergarten — 14  blocks  round  trip — Ann  must  go 
along  in  her  carriage  because  there's  no  one  to  leave  her  with.  Often  neigh- 
borhood mothers  share  this  task,  with  two  of  them  escorting  five  children. 


—  .1+ 

I 


'I  never  quite  catch  up  with  time."  Afler  shopping,  Peggy  rushes  home  for 
I  :'<0  lunch,  gets  Alan  off  to  school.  Alan,  graduate  ol  nursery  school,  says, 
'Kindergarten's  fine,  they  tell  us  the  first  grade's  going  to  be  wonderful." 


Kagcr  to  have  a  part  in  her  children's  education,  Peggy  wishes  ^he  had  more 
time  for  ITA.  Alwaysa  quick  student,  Peggy  worked  part  time  In  help  finance 
college.  For  children  she  wants  music,  for  herself  "maybe  a  little  writing." 


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jends  60  minutes  underground  daily;  currently  studies  stores.  Bob  makes  $75  a  week  take-home  pay  as  salesman  for  his  father's 

orks  of  Henry  George,  1880's  advocate  of  the  single  tax.  «■«»..»  *..  novelty  firm,  sometimes  feels  that  it  isn't  the  perfect  job  for  him. 


wn  cars,  owing  to  the  parking  difficulties.  "A  big  city  is  no  place  for 
hildren"  any  way  you  take  it.  But  a  big  city  is  millions  of  compara- 
ively  well-paid  jobs  for  children's  fathers;  and  so  the  mothers,  by 
xtra  exertions,  make  a  big  city  habitable  for  children. 

After  a  fifteen-hour  day,  with  other  chores  to  do  before  she  falls 
nto  bed,  Peggy  feels  sure  she  is  the  stumble-footed  lamebrain  she 
ailed  herself  in  that  letter  to  the  Journal.  If  she  were  only  brighter  or 
nore  energetic  or  more  efficient,  she  thinks,  her  life  would  be  less 
umultuous  and  exhausting.  In  a  three-and-a-half-room  apartment  the 
hildren  can  never  leave  unless  she  goes  with  them,  and  she  can  never 
eave  without  taking  them  along. 

Peggy  has  worn  herself  down  to  a  nubbin.  When  she  was  married, 
he  had  a  regular  hourglass  figure.  Not  much  over  five  feet  tall,  she 


was  a  size  sixteen.  By  this  time  she  has  lost  so  much  weight  that 
she  is  a  perfect  ten. 

At  the  same  time  Peggy  is  no  haggard  wisp.  A  dark  blonde  with  wide 
blue  eyes,  a  delicate  fair  skin  and  no  make-up  except  a  swipe  of  lipstick 
for  special  occasions,  she  has  the  sweet  but  perky  face  of  a  particularly 
innocent  kitten.  Though  she  is  twenty-nine,  people  are  often  surprised 
to  hear  she  is  old  enough  to  be  married.  And  then  there  are  her  ideal 
measurements  acquired  from  the  rigors  of  New  York  family  life. 

The  latter  begin  well  before  daylight  these  winter  mornings.  At  six 
o'clock  Peggy  awakes  in  a  typical  metropolitan  bedroom,  seven  by 
thirteen  feet  with  one  window,  and  her  bed  and  that  of  Bob,  her  bus- 
band's,  set  at  right  angles  along  two  walls.  She  struggles  out  to  clean  the 
living  room  while  the  children  are  still  asleep.  They  love  to  "help." 


Bob  ivishes  he  could  spend  more  time  with  his  family.  Sunday  is  his  only  free  day.  '7  want  more  than  just  financial  security  for  us"  he  says. 


.     •  •  • 


"How  long  before  I  catch  up?"  Alan  adds  to  his  43  inches  fast,  has 
father's  6'  mark  to  look  up  to.  "I  try  not  to  keep  him  dependent," 
-qp.  Peggy  says.  "His  confidence  should  grow  as  fast  as  he  grows." 


in  her  daily  race  against  time. 


She  knows  it's  good  for  them  to  feel  that  they  are  helping,  and  it  really 
is  fun  when  she  can  spare  the  time,  so  that  she  doesn't  discourage 
them  when  they  are  up  and  about.  She  only  tries  to  sneak  the  heavy 
cleaning  over  on  them — her  one  alternative  to  turning  them  out  on 
the  street  among  the  traffic  and  the  ever-possible  evil  prowlers.  For 
this  reason,  also,  she  cleans  the  bathroom  while  they  are  busy  eating 
breakfast  in  the  kitchen.  She  gave  up  her  cleaning  woman  when  Alan's 
nurSery-school  fee  went  up  a  year  ago,  considering  a  cleaning  woman 
less  necessary  to  her  than  nursery  school  to  him  when  Ann  was  a  baby 
in  such  close  quarters.  Now,  with  Ann  coming  along,  she  can't  afford  a 
cleaning  woman.  (A  dollar  an  hour,  big-city  wages.) 

Peggy  believes  in  giving  the  children  a  few  regular  jobs  that  are  of 
some  real  help,  though  Alan  is  only  five  and  Ann  is  only  three.  Ann 
puts  her  slippers  away  and  tucks  her  pint- 
sized  pajamas  under  her  pint-sized  pillow. 
Alan  dresses  himself  and  even  tics  his  own 
shoes,  a  new  accomplishment.  He  takes  tin- 
garbage  to  the  incinerator  chute,  which  is 
near  the  apartment  door  and  not  too  high  for 
him  to  reach.  On  Sunday  mornings,  when 
traffic  is  sparse,  he  goes  alone  to  the  cand) 
store  In  get  the  Times — the  one  exception  to 
the  rule  of  never  stirring  outside  without  a 
grown  person.  On  rainy  days,  he  dotes  on 
making  a  gelatin  dessert  or  mixing  a  cake. 
And  alter  supper  the  whole  family  forms  an 


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Messy  —  but  it's  good. 


Often  Peggy  gets  up  at  5:45  a.m.  to  use  the  always-busy  laundry — 2  washing 
machines  to  60  users — later  Ann  must  go  with  her  to  the  roof  where  she  .j§ 
hangs  the  wash  to  dry.  Peggy,  a  slim  size  10,  says  she's  "strong  as  a  horse." 


Claiming  "few  houseivifely  talents" 

Peggy  tries  to  stay  one  step.ahcadl 


'Next?"  Alan  asks  barber 


assembly  line,  with  Peggy  washing  the  dishes, 
Bob  drying,  and  Ann  handing  the  dishes  to 
Alan,  who  puts  them  away.  It  is  a  compliment 
to  Peggy  that  the  children  regard  such  jobs  as 
privileges  instead  of  duties.  They  often  clamor 
to  do  more — clean  the  fish  bowl,  for  in- 
stance— and  she  sometimes  lets  them  help. 
She  says  the  goldfish,  Fanny  and  Pappy,  Pep- 
per and  Salt,  are  about  the  only  pets  you  can 
have  in  a  city  apartment,  and  have  children, 
too;  and  she  thought  Alan  and  Ann  ought  to 
have  some  pets.  (Fanny,  the  latest  comer  from 
the  Woolworth  asylum  for  orphan  goldfish, 
wouldn't  eat  at  fifst  and  still  sulks.) 

Anybody  who  knows  children  will  understand,  however,  that  noth- 
ing gets  done  smoothly  or  very  fast.  Alan  and  Ann  are  more  intent  on 
playing  baseball  with  table-tennis  paddles  and  a  rubber  ball.  In  the 
house?  Yes,  where  else?  And  the  windows  of  their  playroom-bedroom 
are  protected  by  bars  and  Venetian  blinds.  (Their  room,  by  the  way,  is 
the  best  in  the  apartment,  almost  as  spacious  as  the  living  room  and 
the  only  one  with  cross  ventilation.)  Or  Alan  wants  to  show  how  well 
he  can  print  his  name.  Or  he  yells,  swinging  on  his  mother's  neck,  "I 
ld\  c  \  ou,  mother!  Let  me  kiss  you!"  Or  Ann  bangs  her  little  chair  down 
on  her  mother's  foot.  She  says  at  once,  "I'm  sorry!"  and  runs  and 
throws  her  arms  around  her  mother's  legs.  But  Peggy  has  a  hard  time 
controlling  herself.  Because  one  of  her  feet  is  a  whole  size  longer  than 

the  other,  and  she  wears  a  com- 


nedy  for  tantrums:  a  punching  bag. 


promise  size  of  shoes,  she  has  a 
bunion  on  that  foot. 

Just  the  same,  she  does  control 
herself.  "She's  a  swell  girl,"  says 
an  acquaintance.  "You  know  so 
many  women  who  are  always  say- 
ing 'Don't  do  that'  and  'Don't  do 
this.'  But  she  lets  the  kids  run  and 
race  the  way  they  should.  When 


Baths  before  8-o'clock  bedtime.  Peggy  and  Bob  seldom  go  out,  though  Grand- 
father Paley  baby-sits  to  give  them  an  occasional  movie,  dance  or  roller- 
skating  party.  Colemans  belong  to  one  book  club,  subscribe  to  4  magazines. 


■*~Her  hair  in  a  bathing  cap  to  keep  out  the  dirty  water,  Peggy 
contemplates  scrubbing  kitchen  ceiling.  "If  I  had  more  free  time 
I'd  clean  for  two  solid  weeks,"  she  says.  "And  then  I'd  sew." 


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The  Colemans  rented  a  car  last  summer,  spent  their  week  ends  looking  for  that  "house  in  the  suburbs  with  a  yard — a  big  one"  they  hope  to  own  someday. 


they  scream,  she  just  goes  on  talking  a  little  louder."  There  is  no  deny- 
ing that  every  telephone  call  is  likely  to  be  interrupted  by  a  roar.  "Just 
a  minute,"  Peggy  will  sav  calmly,  and  then  as  calmly  to  the  injured 
one,  "/don't  see  any  blood.  II  it  was  the  chair,  kick  it."" 

Possessed  of  humor,  a  quick  wit  and  a  knack  of  summing  up  a  situa- 
tion in  a  few  vivid  words,  she  lavishes  these  gifts  on  Alan  and  Ann  in- 
stead of  reserving  them  for  adults.  All  her  intelligence  is  turned  on  her 
children. 

A  product  of  the  New  York  public  schools,  she  was  usually  in 
the  "rapid""  classes.  In  Brooklyn  College,  which  she  left  to  marry 
Mob,  she  had  serious  thoughts  of  becoming  a  writer.  She  says  she 
learned  her  moral  yalues  and  social  code  from  her  omnivorous  reading 
as  she  was  growing  up.  Her  father  had  the  Bible  and  the  works  of 
Shakespeare  and  Alice  in  \\  underlain!  around  the  house,  anil  she  hail  a 
library  card.  Now  she  uses  her  library  can!  to  lake  out  children's 
books.  Outside  the  daily  paper  and  a  couple  of  magazines,  that  current 
guidebook  for  young  parents,  OescH"s  The  l  irst  live  Years  of  Life,  is 
practically  the  whole  of  her  personal  reading  these  days. 

It  prevents  Worry,  Pegg)  finds,  to  read  in  Cescll,  which  lists  the 
traits  oi  the  average  child  b\  age  groups,  that  your  darling  isn't  behav- 
ing like  a  little  devil  or  a  moron,  but  only  as  is  to  be  expected.  Aelimis 
not  listed  a-  appropriate  to  the  age  group,  such  as  Alan's  recent  spell* 
of  destructiveneBB,  prompt  her  to  phone  her  pediatrician.  She  scrupu* 
louslv  follows  his  advice—  in  ibis  case  to  punish  Alan  quickly,  but  to 

-bow  him  extra  affection  as  a  cure  lor  his  deatructivenesa  which,  she 
think-,  -lemmed  liom  bis  rivalry  with  Ann.         (Continued  on  Pate  Is'') 

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First  on  their  list  for  the  future— 

a  bigger  home;  broader  liorizons. 


"Bob's  practical,"  Peggy  says.  "He  thinks  of  commuting  costs 
and  value  in  buying  a  house.  I  just  think  of  living  in  it." 


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PHOTOGRAPHS  BY  FRANCESCO  SCAVl'LLO 


Cat  nap  in  the  kitchen. 


Keep  the  ball  rolling. 


Glared  hands  at  n  ark. 


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If  your  time  out  for  beauty 
must  be  measured  in  capsule 
form,  here  are  some  <piick  and 
easy  tricks  for  you.  Peggy 
Coleman  works  them  into 
Iter  daily  schedule  to 
perk  up — as  well  as  relax. 


Peggy  Coleman',  young  mother  of  two,  believes  any  woman  who  makes  a  special  efToi 
look  pretty  at  the  dinner  table  is  giving  her  husband  added  incentive  for  hurr 


\  ing  ho 


Polish  uhilf  b  ide  haih 


kitchen  beauty  cabinet.  Hang  on  the  kitchen  wall 
a  small,  mirrored  medicine  cabinet  containing  lipstick, 
powder,  hand  lotion,  cologne  and  lacial  tissues  to  provide 
the  beautv  pause  that  refreshes — and  to  put  you  in  a  mood 
to  meet  any  unexpected  doorbell  ringer! 

m  kseky  notes.  Peggy  copies  the  two-minute  cat 
nap  her  young  son  takes  in  school,  whenever  she  feels  tired 
during  the  day.  Sit  in  front  of  a  table  and,  with  your  arms 
folded  on  the  table  top,  lean  forward  to  rest  your  head, 
close  your  eyes  and  relax.  Peggy  has  also  discovered  that 
her  youngster's  cylindrical  toy  blocks  "or  rubber  balls  w  ork 
double  duty  as  foot  exercisers.  Standing,  remove  one  shoe 
and  place  your  foot  on  top  of  any  such  round,  rolling  ob- 
ject. Now  propel  it  back  and  forth  from  toe  to  heel,  press- 
ing your  foot  into  it.  Alternate  feet.  More  young  ideas: 
Borrow  some  of  your  children's  baby  lotion  to  apply  lightly 
over  your  face  and  neck.  It  acts  as  a  skin  softener  and  a 
powder  base.  Baby  lotion  is  also  a  grime  getter.  If  house 
cleaning  has  a  way  of  grinding  the  dirt  into  your  fingers, 
and  you  cannot  remove  it  with  soap  and  water,  then  with  a 
piece  of  absorbent  cotton  work  some  baby  lotion  into 
cuticles  and  under  nails  and  other  soiled  areas.  With  a 
clean  piece  of  cotton  wipe  off  the  excess — and  the  dirt. 
(Your  husband  will  appreciate  this  trick  on  days  when  he 
finishes  cleaning  the  cellar  or  garage!) 

BEAUTY  vr  »okk.  Sweeping,  vacuuming  and  dusting 
are  three  household  tasks  which  can  be  done  at  the  same 
lime  your  hands  are  taking  a  beauty  treatment.  Massage  a 
generous  amount  of  softening  cream  into  your  hands. 
Stroking  it  firmly  over  your  fingers  and  right  up  to  your 
wrists.  Now  put  on  a  pair  of  old  cotton  gloves  and  go  to 
work!  Try  this,  too,  when  you  are  wheeling  the  baby  car- 
riage out-of-doors  or  shopping  in  the  neighborhood. 

\  few  minutes  devoted  to  your  hair,  skin  or  nails  during 
the  day  will  find  you  looking  jtttt  the  way  you  want  to 
w  hen  \  our  hii -band  gels  home.  lor  instance,  il  son  plan  to 
spend  the  afternoon  ironing,  why  not  preface  the  job  by 
applying  a  good  softening  cream  over  your  face  and  neck, 
and  putting  up  those  straggly  ends  of  hail '?  W  hen  the 
ironing  is  done  and  you  are  freshening  up  for  the  evening. 


BY  DAWN  (  HOWELL  NORMAN 

lirttttiy  Eailor  tij  the  Jmirmil 

you  w  ill  be  delighted  w  ith  the  results  of  this  farsighteda 
W  aiting  in  the  kitchen  for  something  on  the  stove 
finish?  How  about  taking  this  time  to  draw  up  a  chair  a 
apply  a  pretty  coat  of  polish  to  your  nails?  By  the  til 
your  waiting  is  done,  your  nails  will  be  too! 

pin-up-girl.  Try  this  f6r  stray  ends  of  hair  whi 
lose  their  curl  and  hang  limply  on  your  neck  or  arou 
vour  face:  Wring  out  a  piece  of  absorbent  cotton 
cologne  and  fold  the  damp  cotton  over  each  uncurled  a 
tion  of  hair,  sliding  it  from  the  roots  out  to  the  ends.  N 
w  hid  the  section  into  a  curl  and  pin  in  place  just  as  you] 
dinarily  do.  If  your  hair  is  short,  a  curl  of  medium  thU 
ness  should  take  approximately  halQan  hour  to  dry.  Resei 
this  for  special  occasions,  however,  since  the  cologne* 
have  a  drying  effect  on  your  hair  if  used  regularly.  ' 

all  steamed  ui*.  Here  is  a  fast-acting  lacial 
soften  your  skin  and  bring  color  to  your  cheeks:  Remo 
your  make-up,  and  massage  cleansing  or  softening  era 
over  your  face  and  neck.  Now  run  the  hot  water  lull  for 
in  your  bathroom  basin,  and  hold  your  face  over  thestei 
for  a  minute  or  two.  Remove  the  excess  cream  w  ith  tissuj 
and  splash  your  face  with  cold  water  to  help  close  I 
pores  and  give  you  a  wide-awake  feeling. 

MAKE-UP  PlCki'iv  To  clear  up  smudged  inake-l 
without  redoing  your  entire  face,  trv  this:  Wring  out 
piece  of  absorbent  cotton  in  iced  skin  astringent,  and  r 
move  -meaicd  lip-tick  or  caked  foundation.  Press  thecoj 
ton  genllv  into  your  skin — hut  do  not  rub.  Go  over  yoi 
forehead,  around  your  nose  and  chin  and  —  because  it  fee 
so  good — right  down  to  the  base  of  your  neck.  Allow  i 
dry,  then  powder  lightly  over  your  face.  Freshen  yoi 
lipstick,  brush  your  hair,  and  you  will  feel  like  new. 

the  w \ll  w \i.k.  Back  hurl  when  you  bend  over  H 
much  during  the  da\ ?  Here's  an  exercise  to  reverse  tri 
stretch  of  your  muscles — and  bring  relief:  Stand  in  stoci 
iug  feet,  about  eighteen  inches  in  front  of  any  wall,  IW 
apart.  Pul  your  arms  back  over  your  shoulders  and  lea 
back  to  place  the  palms  of  your  hands  on  wall,  wilh  lingei 
down.  Now  "walk"  your  hands  down  the  wall  as  fur  i 
possible.  You  will  feel  the  slrelch  in  \0111  abdomen. 


★    HOW  AMERICA  LIVES  * 


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Seiving  is  a  challenge  to  Peggy  Coleman.  She  makes  everything  for  her 

children,  from  tailored  coats  to  dainty  party  dresses.  One  of  her  secrets  is 
keeping  posted  on  helpful  new  seiving  gadgets.  Her  buttonhole  attachment 
saves  hours  of  her  precious  time;  her  new  hemmer  attachment  hems 
ivith  an  invisible  machine  stitch  ( wonderful  for  little  girls  dresses  that  are 

constantly  being  let  down).  When  she  buys  new  fabrics,  she  alivays  makes 
sure  that  what  she  buys  is  durable  and  washable.        •      By  NORA  O'LEARY 


Alan  in  his  lightweight  blue  flannel  robe  with  pearl 
buttons.  Make  sure  your  flannel  is  washable.  Pattern 
also  suitable  for  girls.  Vogue  Design  No.  2481,  1  to  10. 


Alan  likes  long  trousers. 
Design  No.  2492,  4  to  12. 


Crisp  white  organdy  pinafore  with 
delicate  eyelet  ruffles.  "Easy-to-Make" 

Design  No.  2474,  1  to  6.  Gray 
flannel  suit.  Design  No.  2569,  3  to  6. 


n  her  pretty  challis  robe  with  a  ribbon  bow.  Rather  than 
f  extra  length  in  sleeves  and  hem,  we  suggest  tucks  that 
be  let  down.  '"Easy-to-Make"  Design  No.  2457,  3  to  10. 


Jgue  Patterns  at  the  store  which  sells  them  in  your  city.  Or  order  by  mail,  enclosing 
r  money  order,*  from  Vogue  Pattern  Service,  Putnam  Avenue,  Greenwich,  Conn.;  or 
ida  from  198  Spadina  Avenue,  Toronto,  Ont.  { "Connecticut  please  add  sales  tax.) 


Corduroy  boxer  shorts  and  skirt 

to  wear  with  striped  jerseys. 
Elastic  in  waistband  makes  fitting 
very  simple.  Design  No.  2570,  2  to  6. 


Boy's  coat  and  cap  to  make  in  covert  cloth 
or  gabardine.  Design  No.  2488,  2  to  6. 
"Easy-to-Make"  cape,  pretty  in 

a  gav  color.  Design  No.  2197,  1  to  10. 


Turn  to  page  190  for  Other  liews 
and  I'rires  of  these  I  ogne  Pal  terns. 


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I  VDIES'  HOME  Jot  i;  \  \l. 


Fri>ruar>,  | 


★    HOW  AM  I  II  I  <   \  LIVES  * 


:H  Al  R  COMPANY 


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TV'-ftf  PEGGY: 

Several  < la \  -  of  trailing  you 
around  a*  vou  do  vour  housework 
have  filled  us  with  admiration  of  all 
vou  manage  to  accomplish.  Out  of 
\our  fifteen-hour  working  day.  you 
make  every  one  of  vour  four  or  five 
housekeeping  hours  count.  But  vou 
asked  us  to  help  you  w  ith  vour  worst 
housekeeping  headaches  (yours  and 
million?  of  other  young  home- 
makers')  ;  here  are  our  suggestions: 


/  Imir  mid  despise  washing  dishes, 
ll<m  can  I  shorten  this  chore? 

Why  don't  you  skip  the  drying? 
Stack  vour  washed  dishes  in  a  rack, 
-cald  them  and  let  them  drain.  Thev 
will  dr\  hrighl  if  \ou  u-c  one  of  the 
new  detergents  lor  dishwashing. 


//ok  run  I  rBoucc  ni\  ironing  timer 

Save  sprinkling  l>\  taking  the 
clothes  Irorn  the  line  while  thev're 


still  damp,  and  fold  them  smoot 
Rolling  them  in  a  plastic  sheet  * 
dela\  their  drying  out  longer  than 
you  roll  them  in  tow  els,  and  w  ill  ke 
them  more  evenlv  moistened.  But 
the  ironing  has  to  he  put  off  till  th 
ha\e  dried  out.  sprinkle  them  tvi 
iitirm  water  instead  ol  cold.  Tl 
>ave~  time  by  penetrating  the  fabn 
more  evenlv  and  quicklv.  \\  henyi 
iron,  lav  the  flat  pieces,  folded,  ui 
der  the  more  complicated  pieces- 
the  douhle-decker  technique  whi< 
allows  \ou  to  iron  the  bottom  lay 
at  the  same  time  you  iron  the  t< 
layer.- 

Keep  the  basket  of  damp  clothe 
on  one  side  of  the  ironing  boan- 
and  a  rack  for  ironed  clothes  on  th' 
other.  W  e  know  you  avoid  some  uil 
iieee--ar\  ironing  h\  u-ing  cott<" 
knit  underwear  for  the  children  am 
n\  lun  bra-  and  jer-e\  «li|»  tor  youl 
-elf.  But  see  if  \ou  can't  cul  moi 
corner-  h\  using  eriukle  crepei 
\arioiis  t\pe«  that  need  little  ironifi 


LADIES'  HOME  JOLH.VYL 


163 


lone  at  all.  By  the  way,  while 
re  ironing,  it's  easy  to  apply  the 
cling  tapes  that  are  fastened  with 
t  iron  and  is  a  great  deal  quicker 
patching  or  mending  many  rips 
tears.  There  is  no  ironing  at  all 
n  you  use  paper  towels,  napkins 
tissues,  plastic  curtains  for  the 
len  and  plastic  aprons  for  your- 

des  using  my  pressure  pan, 
can  I  cook  meals  faster? 

ake  double  batches  of  desserts 
|  other  dishes,  like  casseroles  and 
rs,  that  will  keep  fresh  in  the  re- 
lator covered  with  aluminum 
or  wax  paper.  Or  use  lidded  con- 
ers.  Investigate  the  prepared 
es  which  have  ingredients  al- 
ly measured  and  are  ready  to  use. 
ead  of  wasting  minutes  as  a 
k-watcher,  set  the  timer  that 
e  with  your  pressure  pan  to  call 
back  to  the  kitchen  whenever 
are  needed  there.  Wash  utensils 
put  back  supplies  as  you  go.  Put 
r  pans  to  soak  right  away. 

v  can  I  save  steps?  My  feet  never 
>  hurting. 

fse  a  tote  basket — any  good 
ny  market  basket  or  carton  that 

hold  cleaning  supplies  such  as 
ting  papers,  a  lamb's-wool  mitt, 
upholstery  brush,  wax,  a  glass 
ner,  and  paper  bags  from  the 
:ery  for  collecting  ashes  and 
h.  It's  a  sixty-foot  round  trip 
n  the  middle  of  your  living  room 
/our  cleaning  closet.  When  you 
;he  weekly  vacuuming,  use  your 
ner  with  its  attachments  on  the 
liture,  Venetian  blinds',  lamps, 

so  on.  Then  wheel  the  cleaner 
If  over  the  floors  as  well  as  the 
5.  The  one  appliance  will  do  the 
)le  job. 

n  the  kitchen,  keep  your  cooking 
plies  and  utensils  near  the  places 
;re  you  use  them.  For  instance, 
ead  of  keeping  the  coffee  with 
ti  things  as  salt  and  cereal,  and 
coffee  maker  in  the  cupboard  at 

end  of  the  room   (eight  feet 
y),  group  them  together  near  the 
where  you  fill  the  pot.  The 
:epans  near  the  range,  the  baking 
s  with  the  other  baking  supplies, 

save  you  miles  of  walking, 
n  the  closets,  put  up  low  hooks 

hanger  rods  so  that  the  children 
take  down  and  hang  up  their  own 
hes.  Your  custom  of  sitting  down 
ron  is  a  foot  saver,  and  another 

might  try  is  tucking  tissues  in 


Alan's  school  shirts  as  soon  as  you've 
ironed  them.  It's  a  credit  to  you  that 
the  whole  family  is  so  co-operative. 
If  they  all  make  a  habit  of  putting 
things  away  when  they  are  finished 
with  them,  the  apartment  stays  much 
neater — for  example,  hanging  wraps 
up  when  they  come  in  from  the  out- 
side instead  of  throwing  them  off  and 
returning  later  to  put  them  away. 

• 

How  can  I  keep  the  kitchen  floor 
clean  without  scrubbing  it  on  my 
hands  and  knees  every  day? 

Once  in  two  or  three  months  wash 
it  well,  let  it  dry  and  use  a  long- 
handled  applier  to  spread  two  thin 
coats  of  self-polishing  wax  on  the 
linoleum  (let  the  first  coat  dry  before 
the  second  is  added).  Everyday  care 
then  comes  down  to  brushing  up  the 
loose  dirt  and  wiping  up  the  relics  of 
Alan's  and  Ann's  orange-juice  and 
cereal  battles  with  a  damp  cellulose- 
sponge  mop.  There  are  several  kinds 
that  do  away  with  the  effort  and 
mess  of  hand  wringing. 

Tf  hat  will  help  me  remember  every- 
thing I  have  to  shop  for?  I  make 
lists,  but  of  ten  forget  to  buy  some 
item  while  Vm  in  the  store  where 
it  is  sold,  and  have  to  make  a  re- 
turn trip. 

Break  down  your  shopping  lists 
under  headings  of  the  stores  where 
what  you  need  is  sold — electric- 
light  bulbs  under  "Hardware  Store," 
thread  under  "Ten-Cent  Store."  Or 
if  you  do  most  of  your  shopping  in  a 
supermarket,  group  your  lists  under 
the  names  of  the  market  depart- 
ments. Keep  these  on  a  bulletin 
board  near  the  kitchen  door,  where 
you  can  add  to  them  as  you  remem- 
ber what  you  need,  and  can  handily 
take  them  with  you.  The  magnetized 
kinds  of  bulletin-board  holders  for 
your  lists  and  pencil  are  fun.  And  a 
notebook  in  a  strategic  spot — a  bed- 
side table,  a  living-room  table — 
might  help. 

Cordially, 
Margaret  Davidson 

Dear  Miss  Davidson: 

Have  tried,  and  I  thank  you.  Cant 
figure  if  it's  the  little  details  that  make 
things  more  organized,  or  my  imme- 
diate accomplishments  that  have  re- 
laxed my  attitude  toward  housework, 
but  whatever  it  is,  the  situation  is  im- 
proving. No  more  putting  off  till  heavy 
cleaning. 

Peggy  Coleman 


4 


Oh,  lovely  Blonde!  My  voice  I  raise, 
Your  tender,  golden  charms  to  praise. 

When  I  am  soiled  beyond  belief, 
Your  perfume  heralds  prompt  relief. 

Beneath  your  swift  and  genne  care 
shun  all  washday  wear  and  tear. 

And  when  with  me  you've  had  your  way 
I'm  cleansed  of  'Tattle-Tale-ish'  Gray. 

All  substitutes  I  now  decline, 
\i'M*fi*.      Dear  Blondie,  be  my  Valentine! 


GOLDEN  BAR  OR  GOLDEN  CHIPS 

Fels-Naptha  Soap 

BANISHES  "TATTLE-TALE  GRAY" 


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LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


February,  1950 


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my  hands  that  I  could  use  in  constructive 
work  like  this,  but  I'm  stymied.  I  can't  get 
started.  I've  forgotten  how. 

Well,  never  mind.  There  are  plenty  of  other 
things  to  do,  comes  the  winter,  drifts  the 
snow.  And  the  activities  I  have  in  mind,  at 
the  moment,  take  place  inside  rather  than 
outside.  In  a  nice  warm  kitchen.  Getting  set 
for  a  little  informal  supper  party  which  I  pro- 
pose to  "examine  into,"  as  the  lawyers  say, 
and  see  what  can  be  done  about  it. 

So  here  we  go.  Fried  chicken  is  on  our  menu, 
and  it's  my  idea  that  every  one  of  you  knows 
all  about  frying  chicken.  Probably  have  your 
own  little  ways,  your  own  tried-and-true 
ways,  the  ways  your  mother  did  it  or  that 
some  good  cook  shared  with  you.  Now  one 
way  I  do  fried  chicken  is  in  this  wise: 

FRIED  CHICKEN 

Clean  and  cut  up  sonic  nice  plump  real 
chickens,  not  the  old  birds  that  hang  around 
waiting  to  get  home  and  stay  there.  Get  some 
young  ones  and  put  them  on  to  steam.  When 
they're  almost  tender,  you  can  take  out  a 
lot  of  those  wretched  hones  that  plague  us. 
I  put  the  portions  in  a  paper  hag  along  with 
some  flour  and  salt  and  pepper  and  shake 
the  bag  so  the  pieces  of  chicken  get  neatly 
floured.  Now  have  a  goo'd  quantity  of  short- 
ening melted  in  a  heavy  frying  pan,  and  when 
it's  quite  hot  put  the  chicken  pieces  in,  turn- 
ing them  to  get  a  good  ^^^^^^^^^^^^ 
brown  all  over.  When 
very  tender  and  beauti- 
fully browned,  they're 
done.  And  if  you  make 
a  rich  cream  sauce 
("gravy"  is  the  word) 
with  (lour,  some  of  the 
fat,  chicken  broth  and 
some  real  cream,  you've 
got  one  of  the  prize 
chicken  dishes  of  all 
lime. 


^  Childhood  must  pass  away,  and 
^  then  youth,  as  surely  as  age  ap- 
proaches. The  true  wisdom  is  to  be 
always  seasonable,  to  change  with  a 
good  grace  in  changing  circum- 
stances. To  love  playthings  as  well 
as  a  child,  to  lead  an  adventurous 
youth,  and  to  settle,  when  the  time 
arrives,  into  a  green  and  smiling  age, 
is  to  he  a  good  artist  in  life  and  de- 
serve well  of  yourself  and  your  neigh- 
bor. —  ROBERT  LOUIS  STEVENSON. 


This  is  news.  No,  it  isn't  news  about  spin- 
ach. After  all  I've  said  about  spinach,  it's 
news  when  I  come  right  out  with  a  dish  that 
I  feel  does  full  justice  to  spinach.  In  fact,  far 
more  than  it  had  any  reason  to  expect. 


PUREED  SPINACH 

W  ash  the  spinach  as  thoroughly  as  you 
would  wash  Johnny's  ears  for  the  Washing- 
ton's Birthday  party — 1  pounds  will  be 
enough.  Cook  in  a  large  pan  with  just  the 
water  that  clings  to  the  leaves  until  the  spin- 
ach is  thoroughly  wilted.  Drain  wclland  puree 
t  hrough  a  coarse  sieve  or  food  mill,  or  chop  very 
fine.  Melt  6  tablespoons  butter  or  margarine; 
mix  with  6  tablespoons  flour.  Add  1  table- 
spoon grated  onion,  %  teaspoon  salt,  a  dash 
of  pepper,  %  teaspoon  nutmeg,  teaspoon 
lemon  juice,  }  2  cup  spinach  juice,  1  cup  light 
cream.  Cook,  stirring  constantly,  until  sauce 
is  thick.  Add  pureed  spinach  to  the  sauce,  ■ 
Mix  ami  heat  thoroughly.  Cut  1  hard-cooked 
egg  into  slices.  Sieve  the  yolk.  Garnish  with 
the  egg-white  rings  and  the  sieved  yolk. 
Serves  6. 

Another  good  idea  for  spinach  is  to  slice 
y%  pound  mushrooms  and  saute  in  2  table- 
spoons butter  or  margarine.  Season  with  salt 
and  pepper  and  fold  into  spinach  before 

serving. 

I've  given  cranberries  a  nice  little  whirl, 
in  case  you  want  to  turn  them  out  in  fancy 
molds.  But  unless  you  do,  my  best  advice  to 
^^^^^^^^^^  you  is  this:  Get  your- 
^^^^^m**^^^^m  selves  some  cans  of 
cranberry  sauce,  set 
them  in  the  refrigerator 
and  take  time  out  to  go 
and  call  on  the  new 
vicar's  wife.  Not  M 
worry  in  a  hatful. 


CRANBERRY  JELLY 
Add  2  cups  cold  water 


Something    to   add.  ■■^BH^^H^H 

As  usual  I  started  off, 
not  on  a  train  of  thought,  only  on  a  handcar 
going  down  the  line.  So  I'll  now  go  back  to 
the  opening  chapter,  dealing  with  beet  con- 
somme, which  is  a  highfalutin  name  for  beet 
soup.  And  here's  the  whole  story: 

BEET  CONSOMME 

Drain  the  juice  from  1  can  whole  or  sliced 
beets.  Put  it  in  a  deep  saucepan.  Add  2  cans 
condensed  consomme  and  1  can  water  (I 
cups).  Chop  2  medium  onions  not  too  fine 
{%  cup)  and  chop  the  drained  heels:  add  to 
the  juice.  Add  6  whole  cloves,  1 table- 
spoons vinegar,  J/4  teaspoon  salt  and  a  dash 
of  pepper.  Bring  to  a  boil;  simmer  20  min- 
utes. Strain.  Serve  very  hot  with  spoonfuls 
of  salted  thick  sour  cream  and  a  sprin- 
kling of  chopped  chives  in  each  bowl.  (Serves 
6.  Makes  cups.) 

One  for  tlie  platter.  Those  little  charmers 
you  see  on  the  chicken  platter  are  none  other 
than  the  orange  shells  left  from  breakfast, 
properly  scraped  out  and  filled  with  mashed 
sweet  potatoes.  It  doesn't  take  any  great 
genius  to  make  these,  but  they're  so  good  to 
look  at  and  so  good  to  eat  that  it  seems  as  if 
one  endowed  with  the  genius  of  all  good 
cooks  had  produced  this  dish.  This  is  all 
there  is  to  it: 

MASHED  SWEET  POTATOES  IN 
or  tNGE  <:i  PS 

Scrub  3   pound-  BWMl    potatoes  and  cook 

in  boiling  "ahed  water  until  tender.  Peel  ami 

matll  the  pOtatOCI  while  lill  hoi.  Add  aboul 
\/i  cup  scalded  light  cream  —  more  or  less, 

depending  on  how  moial  the  potatoes  ure. 

Dun  I  have  a  bog.  Add  sail  and  pepper  lO 
tfl  te.  Ileal  until  smooth.  Pile  the  hoi  -wecl- 

potato  mixture  into  the  tcooped*oul  orange 

halve-   and    lop  each    vvilh   hall   a  marsh- 

mallow.  Bake  in  moderate  oven  5  mjnutee 

or  ho  to  brown  iii.'ir-hmallow -.  Serves  o. 


to  1  pound  (4  cups) 
fresh  cranberries.  Bring 
to  a  boil  and  cook  un- 
I^HH^B^BbB^B^bW  til  all  the  skin-  pop 
open.  Strain  through  a 
fine  sieve  to  remove  skins  and  seeds,  but 
press  pulp  through  with  the  juice.  Add  2 
cups  sugar  to  the  strained  cranberry  pulp 
and  stir  until  the  sugar  is  dissolved.  Bring 
the  mixture  to  a  boil  and  cook  rapidly  for 
about  5-8  minutes,  stirring  occasionally, 
until  a  spoonful  sets  on  a  cold  plate.  This 
needs  watching  like  a  Sunday-school  nickel 
in  a  candy  store.  Skim  and  pour  into  a  mold. 
Chill  until  firm.  Makes  about  1  quart. 

Work -eyed  Susan .  That  might  be  the  name 
of  this  salad— but  it  isn't.  Black  and  yellow 
and  soft  green — can't  you  see  it  in  the 
meadow?  Black-eyed  Susan,  how  many  arm- 
fuls  I'velugged  home  in  myday;covered  with 
dust  they'd  be,  but  beautiful  to  me.  And  this 
salad  makes  me  think  of  them: 

CH  VPEFRUIT-AND-AVOCADO  SALAD 

Arrange  slices  of  peeled  avocado  and  grape- 
i V nil  sections  in  lettuce  cups.  Garnish  the 
platter  with  frozen  or  fresh  black  cherries, 
vvilh  I  he  stems  on  if  you  happen  to  have 
them.  Pitted  canned  black  Ring  cherries, 
drained,  will  be  as  good.  This  needs  a  lemon 
French  dressing  to  be  at  its  best.  Serve  with 
cheese  si  raws. 

Just  little  tilings.  Nothing  goes  so  well 
with  a  salad  as  cheese.  Doesn't  matter  how 
you  serve  it  or  what  kind  is  your  choice.  It 
has  to  be  cheese.  And  so  these  little  cheese 
strips  are  the  perfect  two-bite  bits  for  this 
particular  salad,  and  this  is  the  way  to  turn 
them  out  with  no  trouble  at  all: 


Cul 


CHEESE  STRAWS 
14  cup  shortening  into  I  cup  (lour  and 


teaspoon  hhIi.  Add  I  cup  graicd  cheesej 
Add  I  egg  beaten  well  with  2  tablespoons  ioi 

Water,  Koll  OUf  on  light  1)  floured  board  'H 
inch  thick,  (ail  into  narrow  Strips,  '1  milieu 
long.  DiihI  wild  paprika,  place  011  a  grei  M 


MUSHMOm  a 
CREAM  SAUCE f 


im  and  bake  in  a  hot  oven,  400°  F., 
8,iinules,  until  crisp  and  golden 
[f  >u  want  to  make  them  ahead  of 
d  ie  dough  until  ready  to  roll  and 
W  receipt  gives  you  about  three 
)r't  worry  about  using  them  up. 
n  way  where  it's  cold  and  reheat 
it  dav.  But  if  you  don't  find  them 
,i  ;ft  them,  you  might  inspect  eer- 
ie lockets. 

itfa  gingerbread  house?  Messrs. 
■4  fairy-tale  fame,  thought  there 
•^nought  of  a  gingerbread  house  as 
ahvery  detail,  and  children  have 
to  sure  ever  since  that  the  house 
rj';erbread  folk  were  as  real  as  their 
9 any  day.  I'm  not  sure  even  now 
s  all  spoofing.  Are  you? 
1'  e's  fairy  gingerbread  and  ginger- 
rfownups,  and  let  me  tell  you  how 
fne  that's  as  dark  and  delicious 
V  remember  eating.  Here  we  are : 

IOT  GINGERBREAD 

|f  cup  butter  or  margarine  with 
jr.  Add  1  well-beaten  egg  and  then 
jses.  Beat  well.  Sift  2%  cups  cake 
1^2  teaspoons  baking  soda,  ^  tea- 
I  1  teaspoon  each  of  ginger  and 
I.nd       teaspoon  cloves.  Add  the 


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dry  ingredients  to  the  creamed  mixture, 
beating  until  smooth.  Lastly,  add  I  cup  hot 
water  and  beat  again  until  well  blended. 
Pour  into  a  well-greased  and  floured  9-inch- 
square  pan.  Bake  in  a  moderate  oven,  350°  F., 
45  minutes  or  until  done.  Cut  into  squares 
and  serve  hot  with  cold  Homestead  Sauce. 
The  receipt  for  this  sauce  came  from  a  house 
I  knew  well.  It's  my  favorite  sauce — or  al- 
most. And  don't  forget  "that  there  are  mixes 
to  make  the  row  easier  to  hoe  when  you're 
in  a  hurry.  And  they  turn  out  an  honest  and 
delicious  gingerbread  too. 

Homestead  Sauce:  Take  2  eggs  and  beat 
them  until  you  can't  beat  another  beat.  Add 
1  cup  sugar  and  beat  some  more,  after  rest- 
ing up  from  the  first  beating.  Whip  1  cup 
cream  very  stiff  and  add  to  the  egg  mixture. 
Flavor  to  taste.  This  sauce  should  be  quite 
stiff  and  will  remain  perfect  in  the  refriger- 
ator for  several  hours.  The  secret  is  in  beat- 
ing the  eggs  like  nobody's  business  and  hav- 
ing the  cream  really  stiff.  Serve  chilled  to  the 
bone.  Makes  about  2  cups. 

Only  twenty-eight.  February  has  one 
golden  chain  and  it  has  only  twenty-eight 
links  in  it.  Twenty-eight  days;  and  if  only 
someone  would  tell  me  what  became  of  the 
two— or  is  it  three? — lost  days!  I  long  to 
know  but  never  shall. 


FLORIAN 

(Continued  front  Page  52) 


is  a  gleam  in  his  good  eye  as  he 
ite,  eh?  Maybe  so . . .  who  knows? 
lie — what  are  you  doing  in  New 

ied  him  a  moment,  then  nodded, 
s  I'm  leaving,  I  may  as  well  tell 
ole  story." 

said  Mr.  Duvall.  "Since  we  will 
aach  other  again,  we  can  speak 
go  first,  and  when  you  finish  I'll 

out  to  the  kitchen,  and  came  back 
jttle  of  sherry,  two  glasses  and  a 
r.  He  put  the  glasses  down  on  the 
e,  filled  them,  then  filled  the 
put  it  down  on  the  floor. 
rour  cat  drink  sherry?"  she  in- 

I  he  replied.  "That's  for  Florian. 

;  he  must  be  asleep  under  the  bed, 
/e  been  out  here  by  now." 
ppeared  into  the  bedroom  and 

followed  by  a  very  large  and 
>king  white  duck, 
s  Florian,"  he  said  solemnly. 
I  to  pick  him  up — he  doesn't  like 
don't  try  to  pet  him  at  all- until  he 
his  mind  whether  or  not  he  likes 

d  imperturbably  down  on  the  duck, 
dw  gingerly  nibbling  on  her  ankle, 
iwn  and  scratched  him  under  the 
ooked  up  at  her  adoringly,  then 
/er  and  started  greedily  absorbing 
■om  the  saucer. 

I  nodded.  "Florian  never  disap- 
;  I  knew  he  would  approve  your 
:'s  really  very  discriminating.  He 
ir  salad  too." 
did  you  get  him?" 
s  a  legacy  from  my  former  room- 
n  departed  yesterday  for  a  jaunt 
tate  of  matrimony,  lucky  fellow, 
ride  didn't  care  for  Florian,  who 
faster  gift  of  a  whimsical  former 

ded.  He  poured  more  sherry  and 
;r  to  begin  as  he  settled  back  with 
ess  over  his  eye. 

ied  back  and  chuckled  as  she  pro- 
Vell,  judge,  it  was  this-a-way. . . ." 
ne  was  Shelley  Howard,  she  had  a 
rother  and  a  still  younger  sister,  a 
to  was  wonderful  and  a  father  who 
solute  dream-boat,  also  a  success- 
es Everything  about  her  family 
normal  and  happy.  Shelley,  how- 
leveloped  a  yen  for  acting,  and  had 
'  well  with  the  local  stock  company 
;  ambition  had  hit  her  suddenly  be- 
ears.  So  she  had  packed  up  and 


come  to  New  York.  Things  went  along  pretty 
well ;  she  got  a  job  the  second  week,  and  then 
had  gone  looking  for  an  apartment.  There, 
too,  she  had  a  stroke  of  luck.  She  had  ar- 
rived at  the  real-estate  agency  just  as  a  very 
pretty  blonde  was  inquiring  whether  the 
agent  knew  of  a  girl  who  was  looking  for  an 
apartment  to  share.  Her  name  was  Betty 
Ilstrum  and  she  was  from  Hollywood. 

"She  drives  me  out  of  my  mind,"  Shelley 
said  dismally.  "I  pick  up  after  her  all  day, 
and  listen  to  her  quack  all  night.  Tonight  she 
is  entertaining  a  producer  friend  from  Holly- 
wood and  she  was  sure  I  wouldn't  mind  go- 
ing to  a  movie  or  something.  So  I  went  out 
and  did  the  marketing  and  then  decided  to 
take  home  a  bottle  of  wine,  and  she's  billing 
and  cooing  in  the  apartment  and  probably 
eating  up  the  stuff  I  put  in  for  the  week  end." 

"Why  did  you  move  in  with  her?"  asked 
Timothy,  filling  the  glasses  again. 

She  shrugged.  "I  thought  she  was  a  New 
Yorker  and  knew  all  the  ropes,"  she  told 
him.  "Besides,  it's  a  love  of  an  apartment, 
with  a  view  of  the  river,  only  I  never  get  a 
chance  to  view  the  view."  She  sighed.  "You 
could  have  come  up  to  see  the  view  if  I 
weren't  going  home." 

"Oh,  well,"— Timothy  shrugged— "people 
come  and  people  go."  He  added  philosophi- 
cally, "It's  the  restlessness  of  the  modern  age. 
Of  course,  you  must  realize  you're  not  going 
home,  you're  running  home." 

Shelley  glowered  at  him  in  silence  for  a 
moment,  then:  "But  she's  giving  me  the 
most  awful  complex." 

He  smiled.  "Yes,  I  can  well  imagine.  .  .  . 
Can  I  talk  about  me  now?  I  have  a  problem 
too.  I  would  like  to  get  married." 

Shelley  looked  at  him  closely.  "Well, 
what's  stopping  you?" 

"No  girl." 

"But  surely  you  could  " 

"Quit  interrupting  me.  I  long  for  a  little 
rose-covered  cottage  in  Connecticut."  He 
sighed.  "But  I've  been  jilted  and  jilted,  three 
times  by  the  same  girl ;  she  was  the  one  Flo- 
rian was  so  enamored  of." 

Shelley's  eyes  twinkled. "  You  must  be  a 
new  low  when  it  comes  to  salesmanship. 
What's  wrong  with  you,  anyway— inferior- 
ity complex?" 

Timothy  stood  up  and  started  for  the 
kitchen  to  look  for  some  corn  chips;  he  turned 
in  the  door  and  said,  "Well,  what  do  you 
think  is  wrong  with  me?  I'm  a  good,  right- 
thinking  fellow." 

Shelley  looked  him  over  carefully.  Sandy 
hair,  nice  complexion,  pretty  good  height, 
definitely  nice  eyes.  "I  don't  doubt  that, 
Mr.  " 


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'Most  everyone  likes  a  good 
cream  sauce  —  especially  with 
the  added  luxury  of  mushrooms ! 
This  one's  easy,  delicious!  . . .  For 
pour-on  use,  combine  one  can  of 


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Soup  with  x/>  cup  milk.  Stir  as  you 
heat.  Grand  on  all  sorts  of  things. 
And  here's  a  delightful  recipe 
with  the  sauce  as  an  ingredient: 


TUNA  FISH  AND  NOODLES  WITH  MUSHROOM  CREAM  SAUCE 


1  tablespoon  chopped  onion 
1  teaspoon  butter  or 

margarine 
1  can  of  Campbell's  Cream  of 

Mushroom  Soup 

Cook  onion  in  butter  until  soft; 
stir  Campbell's  Cream  of  Mush- 
room Soup,  milk  and  onion 
together.  Break  tuna  into 
chunks;  mix  lightly  with  soup 


I/3  cup  milk 

1  7-ounce  can  tuna  fish 

2  cups  cooked  noodles 

(4  ounces  uncooked  noodles) 
%  cup  crushed  potato  chips 

mixture  and  noodles.  Place  in 
greased  VA  quart  casserole;  top 
with  potato  chips.  Bake  at  350° 
F.  for  20-30  minutes.  Makes 
5  servings. 

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"Sorry,  didn't  realize  you  didn't  know. 
The  name  is  Timothy  Duvall  and  I'm  a 
chemical  engineer." 

She  shook  her  head.  "And  the  women 
don't  fall  for  you?  Maybe  you're  too  fast .  .  . 
you  know,  a  sort  of  a  wolf — that  would 
frighten  off  the  cottagey  type." 

"No,"  he  said  regretfully,  "  I'm  afraid  I'm 
just  the  opposite,  too  soft — they  walk  all 
over  me."  He  winced  as* he  gingerly  felt  his 
eye.  "  I  can't  find  a  thing  in  that  kitchen;  it's 
a  mess."  He  leaned  back  on  the  davenport. 

She  put  another  compress  on  his  eye, 
clucking  sympathetically  as  she  inquired, 
"You're  really  serious  about  this  getting 
married  and  stuff?" 

He  patted  her  shoulder.  "Don't  give  me 
another  thought.  You  go  right  back  home 
and  forget  it." 

She  shook  her  head.  "I  don't  think  I'm 
going  home.  I'll  wait  a  bit.  I  guess  I  was 
letting  Betty  get  me  down  with  her  being 
so-o-o  patronizing  about  my  not  having  a 
dozen  beaus  around  underfoot  all  the  time." 

"Do  you  want  a  lot  of  beaus  underfoot?" 

Shelley  shook  her  head.  "No,  not  exactly. 
But  I  could  do  with  one  or  two.  The  only 
ones  I  seem  to  meet  are  in  the  theatrical  busi- 
ness and  they  get  a  bit . . .  tiresome."  She  re- 
lapsed into  a  brooding  silence. 

Timothy  lifted  the  compress  and  looked  at 
her.  "Dopey  and  Droopy,  that's  us.  I'd  in- 
vite you  out  to  christen  us  with  a  snack,  but 
I'm  afraid  this  eye  would  make  us  the  butt 
of  a  few  stares." 

She  nodded  as  she  changed  the  compress 
again.  He  shut  his  eyes,  and  in  a  few  min- 
utes she  noticed  he  was  breathing  deeply. 
She  got  up  and  wandered  over  to  the  door 
and  looked  in  the  kitchen.  Florian  waddled 
after  her,  delicately  sniffing  her  ankles.  She 
found  a  large  apron,  and  after  cleaning  up 
the  remains  of  several  previous  snacks  found 
that  the  refrigerator  was  full  of  a  number  of 
things,  including  some  good  cheese.  She  got 
things  started  for  a  rarebit  and  then  peeked 
into  the  living  room  to  see  how  Timothy  was 
doing.  He  was  snoring  gently,  and  beside 
him  in  an  attitude  of  prayer  with  head 
drooped  forward  slept  Florian.  Shelley 
smiled  and  returned  to  the  kitchen. 

She  was  just  taking  a  panful  of  golden  bis- 
cuits out  of  the  oven  when  something 
touched  her  ankle.  She  looked  down — Florian 
had  joined  her  again.  She  picked  him  up  and 
set  him  on  the  shelf.  "Watch  carefully, 
young  fellow,  this  is  rarebit  with  that  special 
Howard  touch."  Solemnly  she  offered  Florian 
a  piece  of  biscuit — greedily  he  ate  it.  When 
the  rarebit  was  just  right  she  gave  Florian  a 
taste,  put  him  on  the  floor  and  went  to  wake 
up  Timothy. 

While  he  washed  his  face  she  brought  in 
the  plates  and  a  fresh  pot  of  coffee.  He  si- 
lently and  with  reverence  ate  every  last 
crumb  on  his  plate  and  then  leaned  back 
and  solemnly  saluted  her.  She  smiled  as  she 
scratched  Florian  under  the  chin. 

Suddenly  she  looked  at  Tim.  "You  know, 
Tim,  if  you're  really  serious  about  getting 
married,  I'm  sure  Betty  Ilstrum  would  fall 
in  with  the  idea." 

"Yes?  "  He  raised  one  eyebrow  quizzically. 

"Yes.  I'll  tell  you  what;  you  take  me 
home — it's  time  Betty's  friends  get  the  idea 
I  live  there  too — then  you  can  meet  her." 

"  Do  you  think  she'll  go  for  Florian?  That's 
very  important." 

"  I  can't  answer  that . . .  but  if  she  doesn't, 
you  can  give  him  to  me;  I'm  sure  he  wouldn't 
want  to  break  up  a  beautiful  romance." 

"Okay,  let's  go." 

As  they  walked  toward  her  apartment,  the 
moon  was  shining  and  they  were  companion- 
ably  thinking  their  own  thoughts.  The  im- 
pact of  their  informal  meeting  and  the  sub- 
sequent ministrations  to  Timothy's  eye  had 
advanced  their  friendship  swiftly.  They  were 
pleasantly  conscious  of  this  state  of  affairs. 
Timothy  chuckled.  Shelley  looked  at  him 
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"You  know,"  he  said,  "you  leally 
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Sin-  waved  her  hand  airily.  "Think  noth- 
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Hiuch  a  scene  of  havoc  as  greeted  their 
B'lothes  were  strewn  about  everywhere. 
Pace  was  a  mess.  Shelley  sat  down  on  the 

t  chair  and  burst  into  tears. 

m  see  what  I  mean."  she  sobbed.  "But 

the  worst  ever." 

othy  shook  his  head  sympathetically, 
nust  have  left  in  an  awful  hurry."  He 
red  to  the  door  of  the  bedroom.  "It's 
ijrinhere,"  he  called  out.  "She  must  have 
Id  to  quit  these  parts  for  good ;  better 
|J round  for  a  farewell  note."  He  reap- 
dl  in  the  living  room  shaking  his  head 
lucking.  "Even  John  wasn't  capable  of 
Inch." 

hi .  then  the  phone  rang.  They  looked  at 
If  ther  a  moment ;  then  Shelley  answered 
lie  said,  "Yes,"  then  "Um-hmm." 
!'No"  a  few  times  and  hung  up.  "That 
tetty,"  she  reported.  "The  producer 
L-d  she'd  better  come  along  back  to 
ivood  and  he'd  find  a  part  for  her  in  his 
icture  .  .  .  and  they're  at  La  Guardia 
ig  for  the  plane;  she  just  knew  I 
n't  mind." 

ell,  well!"  Timothy  remarked,  then 
philosophically,  "That  solves  one  of 

)roblems.  Now  you  can  stay  and  pursue 
ical  success  in 

fj  and  cleanli- 

\s  for  the  other 

jm,  I  will  see  to 

t  you  meet  as- 

d  gentlemen 

iall  walks  of  life 

iusiness.  I  have 

limited  selection 

which  you  can 

ind  choose.  I  will 

Dme  over  tomor- 

nd  help  you  dig 

elf  out.  In  re- 

br  all  this  " 

paused  signifi- 

y- 

know.  I  know. 
;urn  I  must  find 

girl  who  wants 
it  married  and 
in  Connecticut. 
)pose  you  have 
— ah — personal 
fications?" 
:  waved  a  hand 
ely.  "Oh,  no, 
rourself  on  that, 
pick  somebody 


1J, 


tly  4p«><trgi«'  Klnrltiivk  (piilhrnilli 

Now,  tell  me  why  a  rooster  crows, 
And  why  an  onion's  not  a  rose, 
And  why  a  salmon  swims  upstream, 
And  why  a  maiden  needs  her  dream. 
And  tell  me  why  a  cat  likes  nip, 
And  why  a  well-adjusted  hip- 
popotamus will  lavish  kisses 
On  his  hippopotamrs. 
And  I'll  tell  you,  my  darling,  why 
The  moon's  suspended  in  the  sky, 
And  glowworms  glow,  and  pigeons 

coo, 
And  I  love  you! 


you  think  you 

t  fall  for  yourself,  if  you  were  a  man." 
elley  sighed  dejectedly.  "I'll  try,  but 
now  all  I  can  think  of  is  this  mess  I've 

0  straighten  out." 

)on't  worry."  He  started  for  the  door, 
be  here  first  thing  in  the  morning."  He 
ed  the  door.  "Oh,  one  thing  more." 
e  glanced  inquiringly  at  him. 
rou  won't  mind  taking  over  Florian,  for 
ime  being?  I  think- it  would  work  out 
r;  you  see,  girls  keep  more  regular 
5  and  ...  he  likes  you." 
elley  sighed.  "All  right,  bring  him  along 
irrow.  I've  never  been  on  real  close  terms 
a  duck,  but  Florian  looks  as  if  he'd  be 
>d  friend." 

:e  took  on  new  color  for  Shelley  begin- 
the  next  morning.  Timothy  arrived  with 
ye  swollen,  bearing  Florian  on  one  arm, 

1  bottle  of  sherry  and  a  large  bundle  un- 
tie other.  He  retired  to  the  bathroom  and 
ged  in  a  few  minutes  comfortably  at- 
in  an  old  pair  of  blue  denim  trousers.  He 
Darefooted,  and  humming  cozily  to  him- 

iring  on  the  soap  and  water,"  he  said, 
ig  his  muscles.  "Duvall  the  great  will 
demonstrate  the  Army  technique  for 
h  he  became  famous.  You  do  the  bed- 
i;  I  will  do  the  kitchen  and  living  room." 

r  was  at  eleven  in  the  morning.  By 
;  that  evening  the  place  was  spotless,  and 
ey  was  completely  exhausted.  She  lay  in 
middle  of  the  living-room  floor  with 
an  nuzzling  her  ear. 
mothy  was  in  the  bathroom  cleaning  up. 
was  sound  asleep  when  he  came  out 
sed  once  more  in  his  conservative  busi- 


67 


ness  suit.  He  inspected  her  carefully,  then 
walked  around  her  toward  the  kitchen,  shed- 
ding his  coat  as  he  went.  He  looked  into  the 
refrigerator,  then  went  to  work.  He  got  out 
eggs,  biscuit  mix,  potatoes,  an  onion,  milk 
and  butter.  He  lined  them  up  on  the  small 
table.  Something  touched  his  ankle ;  he  looked 
down — Florian  had  joined  him.  He  lifted  the 
big  duck  to  a  chair  beside  the  stove  and  said, 
"Watch  carefully,  old  man,  this  is  going  to  be 
scrambled  eggs  a  la  Duvall."  He  solemnly  of- 
fered Florian  a  slice  of  onion.  Happily,  Flo- 
rian ate  it.  When  the  potatoes  were  golden 
brown,  the  biscuits  just  right,  and  the  double 
boiler  waiting  for  the  eggs,  he  gave  Florian  a 
slice  of  potato,  put  him  on  the  floor  and  went 
to  wake  up  Shelley. 

When  she  came  out  of  the  bathroom  with 
her  face  washed  and  her  hair  combed,  he 
had  a  card  table  set  in  front  of  the  fireplace. 

Shelley  sniffed  unbelievingly.  "You  mean 
you  can  cook  ? "  She  finished  every  last  crumb 
on  her  plate,  then  glanced  apologetically  at 
Tim.  "I  hate  to  tell  you  this,  but  I'm  still 
hungry." 

He  smiled.  "I  thought  you  would  be — 
now  for  it."  He  cleared  the  table,  and  re- 
turned with  a  large  wooden  bowl;  a  small 
dish  of  anchovies 
came  next,  a  cup  of 
steaming  water  with 
an  egg  in  it,  salt,  pep- 
per, salad  oil,  a  dish 
of  croutons  and  a 
package  of  grated 
cheese.  Shelley's  eyes 
grew  round  with  de- 
light as  he  made  a 
slight  bow  from  the 
waist  and  started  to 
shake  things  into  the 
bowl.  "The  cheese 
isn't  exactly  right, 
and  I  had  an  awful 
time  finding  the  gar- 
lic ..  .  and  I  had  to 
add  lettuce  to  the  ro- 
maine,  but  I  think 
the  result  will  be 
passable." 

"Oh,  no,"  crooned 
Shelley.  "This  is  too 
much;  Caesar  salad, 
and  right  in  my  own 
living  room ! " 

He  finished  his 
work  asShelley  leaned 
on  her  elbows  and 
drooled.  He  expertly  divided  the  salad  into 
the  two  large  plates  and  one  small  one  he 
had  placed  on  the  table.  Then  he  set  one 
plate  in  front  of  Shelley,  one  in  front  of 
his  own  chair,  and  placing  the  third  plate 
on  the  floor  for  Florian,  he  remarked,  "Fall 
to,  friends,  it  may  be  years  before  the  mood 
hits  me  again." 

Later,  at  the  door,  he  spoke  out  of  the  side 
of  his  mouth  to  Florian:  "I  hope  there 
are  no  female  ducks  in  this  building;  no  lady 
duck  could  stand  your  breath  tonight."  To 
Shelley  he  said,  "I'll  see  you  next  Saturday 
night,  and  for  the  first  date  try  and  get  me  a 
girl  with  real  blond  hair.  I  will  produce  a  guy 
who  makes  lots  of  money  on  the  market  and 
does  the  rumba." 

For  several  months  it  went  on  like  that. 
Every  Saturday  night  Timothy  would  bring 
along  a  presentable  young  man,  and  Shelley 
was  exposed,  in  rapid  succession,  to  expo- 
nents of  the  stock  market,  the  law,  the  tele- 
phone and  telegraph  systems,  various  divi- 
sions of  engineering,  and  even  meat  packing. 
In  return,  Shelley  would  have  for  presenta- 
tion an  assortment  of  beautiful  young 
women  varying  from  peach-skinned  bru- 
nettes to  Dresden  blondes. 

Some  of  the  girls  were  vivacious  and 
friendly,  some  were  rather  silent  and  statu- 
esque, but  all  were  really  charming  girls  in 
their  middle  twenties  and  they  all  had  that 
matrimonial  gleam.  It  was  certainly  a  sur- 
prise, Timothy  remarked  one  evening,  to 
meet  so  many  nice  young  women  all  intent 
on  a  rose-covered  shack  in  Connecticut. 

Thinking  it  over  one  Sunday,  Shelley  sud- 
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young  man  taking  the  beautiful  girl  home 
while  she  and  Timothy  sat  in  her  kitchen 
drinking  sherry  with  Florian  and  talking  the 
evening  over.  She  remarked  about  it  to 
Timothy  one  Sunday  when  he  was  sprawled 
in  the  middle  of  her  living-room  floor  with  the 
Sunday  papers  and  Florian. 

"It's  simpler  that  way,"  Timothy  ex- 
plained patiently.  "You  see,  by  the  end  of 
the  evening  I  can  usually  tell  that  this  par- 
ticular chick  is  not  for  me,  so  I  figure  it's  no 
more  than  fair  to  give  the  gal  a  chance 
with  another  fellow." 

"Well,"  protested  Shelley,  "that's  just 
ducky.  You  bring  me  all  these  beautiful 
young  men  and  then  suggest  that  since  I  live 

so  near  you,  they  might  as  well  take  " 

"Ha,"  snorted  Timothy,  "you  don't  really 
care.  Tell  me  honestly:  is  there  one  you  espe- 
cially liked?" 

Shelley  considered  a  moment.  "Wel-1-1, 
Ralph  Laramie  was  awfully  nice;  he  was  the 
one  from  Tuxedo,  wasn't  he?" 

"Just  as  I  thought,"  humphed  Tim. 
"You  can't  remember  who  from  which; 
Laramie  is  the  one  who  just  got  back  from 
South  America." 

Florian  created  a  diversion  at  this  point  in 
the  argument  by  staggering  in  from  the 
kitchen,  where  he  had  obviously  just  finished 
his  midmorning  li- 


bation. He  sat  up 
unsteadily  and  sur- 
veyed them  both 
with  approval,  his 
bill  still  damp.  After 
some  consideration 
he  decided  to  let 
Shelley  scratch  his 
neck,  and  he  pro- 
ceeded waveringly 
in  her  direction. 

Shelley  scratched 
him  and  remarked 
disapprovingly,  "I 
think  it's  time  you 
join  the  A.A.;  next 
Sunday  I  won't  give 
you  any  wine  till  sup- 
pertime." 

"Good  heavens," 
Tim  remarked,  "did 
you  give  him  some 
wine  this  morning? 
So  did  I!"  He  pulled 
Florian  over  and  pro- 
ceeded to  point  out 

to  Shelley  what  a  fine  specimen  of  duck  he 
was.  "Don't  you  think  he's  something  ex- 
traordinary in  the  way  of  a  duck  ...  and 
such  discrimination— he  can  tell  in  one 
nibble  whether  a  person  is  O.K.  or  not." 

"The  trouble  with  Florian,"  Shelley  re- 
plied, "is  that  he  doesn't  even  know  he's  a 
duck— he's  never  seen  anything  but  people.  I 
think  we  ought  to  make  a  date  for  him  with 
another  duck." 

"Well,  if  that  isn't  just  like  a  woman.  Why 
not  let  well  enough  alone?  There's  time 
enough  for  that  when  Florian  has  a  good 
job." 

"Are  you  implying  that  all  lady  ducks  are 
mercenary?" 

"Say,"  said  Tim,  "that  reminds  me;  who 
is  the  lucky  gal  I  take  out  next  week?" 

"What  reminds  you?"  asked  Shelley  bel- 
ligerently. 

"Never  mind,"  replied  Tim.  "Who  is 
she?" 

"Toni  Sherman,"  said  Shelley.  "She's 
really  a  stunner;  she's  in  the  new  show  at  the 
Adelphi.  And  did  I  tell  you  I  have  a  part  in 
the  same  show?  We  open  next  week." 

Toni  Sherman,  Timothy  thought  quietly 
on  the  following  Saturday,  would  stop  any 
show  anywhere.  She  was  really  spectacularly 
beautiful.  She  had  a  slow,  low-pitched 
voice,  a  figure  that  would  make  a  blind 
man  blink  twice,  and  she  was  exquisitely 
groomed.  It  developed  that  she  had  gone 
to  Wellesley,  was  a  Phi  Beta  Kappa  and  was 
from  Texas. 

"  Her  father  owns  half  the  oil  down  there," 
Shelley  told  Tim  when  they  were  dancing. 
"Who's  backing  her  show?" 
Shelley  winked  and  smiled,  but  didn't  an- 
swer. 


February  j)  I 

When  it  was  getting  around  about  ||  i 
night,  Timothy  proceeded  to  break  ui 
party.  He  took  the  sable-coated  Toni  h 
and  Shelley,  a  bit  startled,  went  along  h 
with  her  escort  of  the  evening,  one  A 
Carter,  who  talked  entertainingly  on 
real-estate  business.  Shelley  used  the 
in  working  up  a  flaming  anger  ag; 
Timothy.  Ha !  Oil  wells  were  what  he  wai 
eh?  So  she  asked  Adam  in  to  meet  Flo 

That  meeting  was  really  terrific.  Ada 
seemed,  had  raised  ducks  in  his  youth.  H 
formed  Shelley  that  Florian  was  real 
credit  to  his  breed,  that  here  was  inde 
superduck,  and  that  he,  Adam  Carter,  w 
gladly  at  any  time  take  Florian  over.  Floi 
for  his  part,  did  everything  to  Adam  bui 
him  like  Caesar  salad;  he  loved  him,  hi 
fused  to  leave  his  side  and  Shelley  m'igr 
well  have  been  somewhere  else. 

At  the  first  opportunity,  Shelley  start 
little  female  snooping.  Where  had  Adam 
Timothy  met? 

"Oh,  the  colonel?  We  were  in  the 
Force  together.  He  was  a  marvelous  p 
There  were  a  bunch  of  us  who  were  in  i 
land  together— Ralph  Laramie,  Wal 
Kane,  Charley  Braden  ...  we  all  kirn 
hang  together."  He  stroked  Florian  m 
tatively.  "But 


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know,  someth 
kind  of  funny 
the  colonel  lal 
we  can't  figur 
out." 

"How  do 
mean,  Adarr 
asked  Shelley, 

"Well,  he  use^ 
be  chasing  some 
or  other  all  i 
time — he's  really 
foot-loose  type, 
you  know  what 
mean — but  none 
them  could  ever 
him  down  . . .  plei 
tried  ' 

"You  mean,"E 
Shelley  put  on  t 
sweetest  smile,  "tl 
he's  never  even  b< 
engaged?" 
"Ha!"  hoot 
1     Adam.  "Timoti 
engaged !  Dor 
make  me  laugh.  Any  time  a  girl  gets  tl 
guy  to  look  in  a  jeweler's  window  it  v 
be  because  he's  semiconscious  and  does: 
know  what  he's  doing.  That  boy  has  due1 
more  women  than— well,  never  mind, 
wouldn't  be  interested  anyway."  He  stood  1 
and  reached  for  his  hat,  then  turned  at 
eyed  Shelley  for  a  moment,  sighing.  "  Thai  § 
for  letting  me  meet  Florian,  and  when  ca  I 
see  him  again?" 

"Any  time  you  like,  Adam.  I've  enjoy i! 
your  conversation  so  much,  and  so  1 1 
Florian;  I'm  so  glad  you  and  Florian  If  J 
each  other.  Just  phone  me  any  old  time  1 
all." 

The  next  morning  being  Sunday,  Shell) 
was  prepared  for  action.  She  was  ve,> 
curious  about  Tim  and  Toni,  and  since 
was  in  the  habit  of  dropping  in  about  elev 
for  brunch,  she  was  prepared  to  do  a  bit  mo 
snooping.  Brunchtime  came  and  went,  he 
ever,  and  no  sign  of  Timothy.  Florian  w 
becoming  restive,  so  she  gave  him  his  mor 
ing  mushand  prepared  herself  somecoffeear 
toast.  She  was  just  finishing  her  second  ci 
of  coffee  when  the  door  buzzer  sounded.  SI 
took  the  telegram  and  tipped  the  boy.  Tl 
wire  read : 

PREVIOUS  ENGAGEMENT  HOLDING  ME  U 
WILL  YOU  HAVE  DINNER  WITH  ME  Ii 
STEAD?  PLEASE  EXPLAIN  AND  GIVE  M 
LOVE  TO  FLORIAN.  IS  THERE  ANY  GARLIC 
TIMOTHY. 


She  puzzled  over  the  wire  and  finally  ga\. 
up  and  called  Toni  Sherman.  Toni,  it  deve' 
oped,  had  been  charmed,  but  devastated 
but  intrigued;  that  Timothy  Duvall  wa 
but  really,  too,  too  divine. 

"  You  don't  say,"  said  Shelley.  "And  whei 
did  you  go  after  you  left  us?" 

(Continued  on  Pate  170) 


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169 


Externally-caused  blemishes  were  a  real  problem,"  says  Cover  Girl  Carmen  Lister. 
1  hen  1  used  Noxzema  as  my  powder  base.  In  no  time  it  helped  my  skin  look  so 
luch  softer  and  smoother.  Now  it's  my  regular  beauty  aid." 


"I  had  dry  skin  before  I  started  using  Noxzema,"  says  pretty  Doris  Moore  of 
Houston,  Texas.  "Now  my  skin  feels  so  smooth.  I  always  use  Noxzema  to  help  keep 
my  complexion  looking  soft  and  lovely.  It's  a  wonderful  hand  cream,  too." 


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id,  Rough  Hands!  A  pianist's 
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liter,  Kansas  City,  Mo.  says,  "I  use 
'oxzema  on  my  hands  every  night 
!  help  keep  them  soft  and  smooth." 


happed  Hands!  "I  keep  my  hands 
poking  soft  and  lovely  with  Nox- 
ema,"  says  Mrs.  Lois  Heerdt  of  Buf- 
ilo.  "I  like  Noxzema— it's  not  greasy 
.  .  vanishes  so  quickly." 


Doctor  develops  new  home  beauty  routine! 
Helps  4  out  of  5  Women  in  Clinical  Tests! 


#  Practically  every  woman  has  some  lit- 
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ever  bothered  with  dry  rough  skin,  ex- 
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plexion problems  ...  if  your  hands  are 
red  and  rough  from  housework  and  ex- 
posure—here's real  news  for  you! 

A  famous  doctor,  using  just  one  cream 
—medicated  Noxzema— developed  a  New 
Beauty  Routine  for  lovelier-looking  skin. 
It's  not  a  cure-all.  But  in  clinical  tests  it 
helped  4  out  of  5  women!  Here  are  the 
Doctor's  4  Simple  Steps. 

Morning— 1 .  "Creamwash  with  Nox- 
zema." Apply  Noxzema  all  over  your 
face.  Now  with  a  wet  face  cloth  actually 
wash  your  face  with  Noxzema— just  as 
you  would  with  soap.  Note  how  clean 
your  skin  looks  and  feels. 

2.  After  drying  face,  smooth  on  a  pro- 
tective film  of  greaseless  Noxzema  as  a 
powder  base. 

Evening  — 3.  Before  retiring,  again 
"Creamwash  with  Noxzema."  See 
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day's  accumulation  of  dirt  and  grime- 


see  how  really  clean  it  leaves  your  face. 

4.  Now  massage  Noxzema  into  your 
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There  are  the  4  simple  steps.  It's  a 
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And  if  your  hands  get  red  and  rough 
from  dishwashing,  housework  or  pain- 
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"Housework  Hands"— "Two  busi- 
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(Continued  from  Page  lt>s) 
"Where  didn't  we  go!"  replied  Miss  Sher- 
man. "I  asked  him  to  brunch  today,  but  he 
couldn't  make  it." 

Wow!  thought  Shelley.  He  really  did  make 
time.  Toni  had  a  beautiful  apartment  over- 
looking the  East  River,  a  cook  whose  Sun- 
day brunch  menus  had  a  reputation  as  far 
as  Westchester  County,  and  a  very  selective 
guest  list.  Duvall  must  have  made  time, 
but  good ! 

"My,  my."  said  Shelley,  but  Toni  wasn't 
listening. 

"Do  you  know  a  fellow  named  Florian?" 
she  asked.  "He  said  he  had  a  date  with  him 
this  morning." 

"Florian?"  Shelley  replied  mildly. 

Toni  gushed  right  along.  "I  liked  your 
beau  too — Adam  Carter — such  a  solid  citi- 
zen. So  right  for  you.  my  dear." 

Shelley  finally  rang  off.  She  wandered 
around  the  apartment  with  Florian  at  her 
heels.  She  inspected  her  wardrobe.  H'm'in. 
she  thought,  dinner  with  a  dual  personality. 
This -would  require  careful  planning.  Whom 
should  she  dress  for — Jekyll,  or  Hyde? 

She  finally  decided  on  a  dress  of  deep  em- 
erald green.  It  was  long  and  draped  a  la  the 
new  mode,  and  it  did  things  not  only  for  her 
figure,  but  also  for  her  hair  and  eyes.  She 
chose  her  rust  suede  shoes,  long  rust-colored 
gloves,  and  a  dreamy  green  hat  with  two 
large  rust  roses  on  the  brim.  As  she  bathed, 
she  shook  her  head  in  wonder.  Why  all  that 
eyewash  about  being  jilted? 

She  was  just  touching  her  lashes  ever  so 
delicately  with  blue  mascara  (a  trick  she  re- 
served for  very  special  occasions)  when  the 
thought  struck  her:  She'd  been  duped! 
She'd  been  used.  She  had  gone  on  for  months, 
dragging  in  the  best-looking  and  nicest  girls 
she  knew,  just  so  he  could  look  them  over.  A 
rose-corered  cottage  in  Connecticut  my  great- 
aunt's  foot .'  He  just  if  anted  phone  numbers  for 
his  little  black  book.  Well,  she'd  show  him. 
She'd  show  Mr.  Casanova  Duvall!  There 
would  be  no  more  double  dating,  and  she'd 
definitely  go  ahead  with  Adam  Carter  too. 

She  was  ready  and  waiting  when  he  got 
there,  and  he  looked  gratifyingly  dazed  when 
he  saw  her.  He  didn't  seem  to  recover, 
either;  in  fact,  as  she  threw  the  full  weight  of 
her  charm  into  the  act,  he  seemed  to  become 
almost  paralyzed. 

She  waited  until  dinner  was  over,  and  un- 
til all  the  well-dressed  people  had  applauded 
the  latest  French  singer  into  three  encores. 
Then  she  went  to  work. 

"You  know,  Tim."  she  remarked  as  she 
gazed  deep  into  his  eyes,  "there  are  times 
when  I  think  you  really  like  me  a  lot." 

He  said.  "Of  course  I  do,  and  Florian  likes 
you  too.  Oh.  that  reminds  me." 

He  signaled  the  waiter  and  said  some- 
thing to  him.  The  man  looked  surprised, 
but  went  toward  the  kitchen,  and  while  Tim 
was  making  with  the  wallet  he  returned  and 
handed  him  a  package. 


IVliniai 

Oh,  well,  thought  Shelley.  /'//  pt 
sound  better  at  home  anyicay. 

The  taxi  ride  seemed  very  dull,  M  >j 
that  good  food  inside  her,  but  she  reiv,ii 
herself  how  angry  she  was  .  .  .  well,  if  n  «• 
actly  angry,  at  least  very,  very  hurt.  Fi-> 
was  at  the  door  to  greet  them,  and  I  M 
lowed  Tim  to  the  kitchen,  where  Time-n 
the  package  and  presented  him  with 
tion  of  Caesar  salad. 

"There  you  are,  my  friend,  enjoy  yoielf 
it's  probably  the  first  time  anyone 
bought  Caesar  salad  at  the  Plaza 
duck."  He  poured  two  glasses  of  sherni 
said  to  Shelley,  "Come  on."  He  start1'! 
the  living  room.  He  turned  around,  kg 
down  at  her  four-inch  heels,  and  said, '  T 
don't  you  kick  those  off?  I  bet  you  « 
hurt." 

Si  ielley  sat  down  on  the  arm  of  a  chai 
accepted  the  glass  from  him  as  she  regjj 
him  indignantly — he  was  certainly  tj 
the  wind  out  of  her  sails.  He  sat  dowi 
took  a  sip.  looking  at  her  over  the  rim  his! 
glass  quizzically.  He  said: 

"I  have  a  story  to  tell  you.  It's  ab;i 
fellow  who  acted  like  Casanova;  only  h  itf 
acted  that  way— he  wasn't  really  like  •  t* 

Shelley  widened  her  eyes.  "Go  on.  m 
happened,  did  he  trip  on  his  own  sw<  jfi 

He  looked  her  over  soberly  and  in  i 
"I  guess  you  might  call  it  that.  Anyw;  he 
was  scared  to  death  of  all  the  pretty  W 
who  were  trying  to  trap  him  for  a  dia  ml 
necklace  and  such,  because  he  wanted  jg 
married,  but  he  wanted  a  girl  who  was  «r- 
ested  in  him  for  himself  alone,  not  f  * 
money.  He  wanted  to  have  a  wife  wh  * 
beautiful  and  friendly  and  casual.  an> 
jealous  or  greedy,  one  who  liked  animal 
good  cooking.  Well,  he  met  the  girl,  an 
was  beautiful  and  casual,  and  then  she  pt 
producing  girls  who  were  all  beautiful. id 
one  beautiful  and  wealthy,  too,  so  he  In 
she  wasn't  jealous,  and  she  was  so  wondiJ 
to  Florian  that  he  knew  she  liked  aniil, 
and  all  the  other  girls  seemed  pale  an'» 
sipid  beside  her.  So  today.  Casanova  at 
house  hunting  in  Connecticut,  and  he'dlt 
her  to  go  next  Sunday  to  see  the  placa 
found  for  them  to  live  in.  That  is,  of  col 
if  she'll  agree  to  marry  him  and  make  Flql 
the  happiest  duck  in  history."  He  tookaB 
pull  at  the  sherry.  "Will  you?" 

Shelley  looked  at  him  for  a  long  monfl 
"Yes."  she  finally  replied.  "I  couldn't  it 
to  lose  Florian." 

He  regarded  her  fatuously.  "In  thatil 
I  guess  I'll  let  you  kiss  me." 

He  did  a  thorough  job. 

Then  he  looked  from  Shelley  to  FloB 
who  had  made  his  way  to  the  living  r] 
and  was  contentedly  licking  his  chops 
twitching  his  white  velvet  face  at  the  i 
ory  of  the  Caesar  salad  he  had  just  finii 
Timothy  sniffed  the  air  and  remarked:  ■ 

"I'll  never  forget  tonight  .  .  .  green  (I 
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TO  THE  EDITOR 

(Continued  from  Page  37) 

till  four  months  ago,  it  just  doesn't  seem  possi- 
ble that  I 'm  the  lucky  girl  Jon  wants.  Oh,  I  wish 
you  could  see  him !  His  voice  is  husky  and  his 
mouth  is  full  and  his  smile  hints  at  all  sorts 
of  wonderful  things.  Even  the  way  he  walks 
is  beautiful — all  sort  of  easy  and  effortless. 
But  those  things  don't  mean  much  to  a  credit 
manager.  All  my  father  says  about  Jon  is  that 
he's  the  worst  of  the  O'Reillys  and  that  the 
best  of  them  isn't  much  account  and  that  his 
pretty  face  won't  butter  any  bread.  And  then 
he  talks  about  Arthur  and  how  the  Johnsons 
are  hard-working  people  and  how  steady 
Arthur  is! 

Naturally,  this  makes  it  very  hard  for  me. 
Especially  since  Arthur  and  my  father  are  on 
an  accountants'  bowling  team  together,  and 
Arthur  comes  home  with  dad  after  the  bowl- 
ing matches  and  sits  around  looking  big  and 
blond  and  steady.  Usually  I  go  over  to 
Cousin  Laura's  on  those  nights,  and  some- 
times Jon  comes  over,  and  Cousin  Laura  is  a 
lamb  and  says  she  has  some  ironing  to  do. 
And  then  Jon  tells  me  about  the  vagabond 
life,  and  it  does  sound  wonderful.  Here  today 
and  away  tomorrow  and  never  a  care  in  the 
world.  Jon  was  in  the  Army  during  the  war, 
and  though  he  doesn't  say  much  about  it,  I 
know  he  must  have  been  terribly  brave.  I 
can  just  see  him,  stealthy  as  a  panther  and 
silent  as  a  shadow,  stalking  through  the 
Pacific  jungles.  He  says  the  Army  was  a  won- 
derful life  sometimes,  living  out  under  the 
stars.  That's  the  way,  he  says,  to  know  your- 
self and  know  what  you  want.  When  he  says 
that,  he  looks  at  me,  and  I  know  what  he 
wants,  anditsoundssoexciting  I  just  get  faint ! 

So  that's  why  I'd  like  to  hear  about  my 
story  right  away.  Jon  and  I  will  need  some 
money  to  start  out  vagabonding.  Jon  doesn't 
have  a  job  because  he  wants  to  give  all  his 
time  to  his  painting.  I  haven't  seen  any  of 
his  pictures  yet,  but  I  guess  they  must  be 
wonderful. 

Well,  I  didn't  mean  to  tell  you  so  much 
about  us.  After  all,  it's  my  work  you're  inter- 
ested in.  Please  do  write  me  about  it  soon. 

Sincerely, 
Mary  Murdock 

402  Catalpa  Street, 
Egerton,  Indiana, 
April  13,  1949 

Mr.  Hugh  MacNair  Kahler, 

The  Ladies'  Home  Journal, 

Philadelphia,  Pa. 

Dear  Mr.  Kahler:  I  think  I  ought  to  warn 
you  that  the  people  in  your  office  don't  show 
you  all  the  stories  that  are  sent  you.  My 
Dizzy  With  Desire  came  back  today  with 
just  a  printed  rejection  slip,  and  I'll  bet  any- 
thing that  you  haven't  even  seen  it.  I'm  not 
too  discouraged,  though.  That's  only  one 
story,  and  my  mind  is  just  running  over  with 
stories.  Honestly,  my  whole  life's  a  story,  I 
guess.  Right  now  I'm  working  on  one  about 
a  girl  who  runs  away  with  the  man  she  loves. 
That's  not  exactly  out  of  my  life— not  yet, 
but  it  looks  as  though  that'll  be  the  only  way 
Jon  and  I  will  ever  get  together.  I'm  sure 
that  if  my  mother  were  alive,  things  would 
be  different.  But  it's  pretty  hard  to  be  going 
on  eighteen  and  in  love  with  a  man  so  hand- 
some that  I  get  goose  bumps  just  thinking 
about  him  and  not  have  anybody  to  talk  to 
but  a  credit  manager.  Cousin  Laura  helps, 
of  course,  but  she  doesn't  really  have  much 
experience.  The  only  man  she  ever  loved  was 
a  shoe  salesman  who  moved  to  Kalamazoo. 

So  I  pour  out  my  heart  in  stories.  I'll  send 
you  another  one  in  a  couple  of  days.  I 
certainly  hope  you  get  rid  of  whoever  kept 
my  other  story  from  you.  My  father  always 
says  that  incompetent  office  help  can  ruin  a 
man's  business,  and  if  there's  anything  he 
knows  about,  it's  business.  I  do  hope  you'll 
like  my  work.  It's  urgent  that  I  start  selling 
my  stories.  I  don't  have  any  money  except 
an  allowance  that  dad  gives  me  to  run  the 
house,  and  that  isn't  exactly  mine. 

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(Continued  from  Page  171) 
11, 1  didn't  mean  to  write  so  much,  but 
safe  in  writing  you.  You're  an  editor, 
ou  must  know  all  about  life.  You  don't 
how  starved  I  am  for  someone  to  talk 
ousin  Laura's  a  good  cataloguer  at  the 
c  library,  but  for  advice  on  love — well, 
enow  the  type.  And  imagine  my  father 
d  steady-worker  Arthur  Johnson  if  I 
to  talk  to  them!  Why,  if  they  had  any 
A'hat  I'm  really  like  inside — well,  they'd 
;xplode!  Confidentially, 
Mary  Murdock 

402  Catalpa  Street, 
Egerton,  Indiana, 
April  19,  1949 
ar  Mr.  Kahler:  Well,  I  hardly  know 
to»say.  I  mean,  it  was  awfully  nice  of 
to  write  me  all  that  advice,  but  it  was 
inly  a  disappointment,  the  way  you  put 
/hen  I  saw  the  return  address  on  the 
lope,  I  ripped  it  open,  thinking  I'd  find 
sv  life  inside.  And  then  all  those  things 
t  the  writing  field  being  hard  and  how  I 
ed  training  and  how  I  should  mind  my 
:r.  But  then  I  remembered  that  you 
't  seen  the  story  I  sent — the  one  that 
girl  in  your  office  sent  back.  So,  of 
[se,  you  really  don't  have  much  to  go  on. 
about  my  needing  training,  I  guess  I 
Id  have  explained  that  I'm  taking  a  cor- 
)ndence  course  in  writing  right  now.  And 
rue,  the  way  you  said,  that  I'm  young, 

I  feel  deeply,  and  that's  more  important 
i  being  a  few  years  older,  don't  you 
<i?  I  mean,  if  I  were  older  and  more  ex- 
meed,  the  way  you  said  I  ought  to  be, 
,  I  probably  wouldn't  feel  all  floaty  when 
;e  Jon  and  then  I 

ldn't  be  inspired  to   

e  about  love, 
lit  you  can't  really 
;e  my  work  just  from 

I I  say.  The  story  I'm 

osing,    Love  Lasts   

ger,  will  tell  you  more 

it  it  and  about  me  than  I  ever  could, 
se  let  me  know  whether  you  don't  change 
■  mind  after  reading  it. 

Hopefully, 
Mary  Murdock 

402  Catalpa  Street, 
Egerton,  Indiana, 
April  26,  1949 
ear  Mr.  Kahler:  Things  are  coming  to  a 
1 !  You'll  see  what  I  mean  when  you  read 
story,  Torrid  Turmoil.  It  comes  right  out 
y  soul !  Honestly,  I  feel  as  if  I'd  been  left 
long  on  a  merry-go-round,  except  that 
e's  certainly  nothing  merry  about  life  in 
house.  It  all  started  Sunday, 
rthur  Johnson,  that  accountant  friend 
y  father's,  showed  up  right  after  church, 
licked  up — new  suit,  car  washed,  even  a 
:h  of  tulips  for  me.  Well,  I  certainly 
l't  told  him  he  could  come,  but  it  didn't 
much  figuring  to  see  who  had.  There 
d  my  father,  all  smiles,  looking  big  and 
insive  the  way  he  does  when  his  bowling 
i's  made  a  lot  of  strikes. 
Well,  Arthur,"  he  said,  just  as  if  he 
l't  plotted  the  whole  thing,  "did  you 
e  to  take  Mary  here  for  a  ride?" 
ist  like  that!  Without  asking  me  or 
;hing. 

rell,  I  said,  sweetly  but  firmly,  "That's 
'  nice  of  you,  Arthur,  but  I'm  busy  all 
today.  I  have  to  fix  dinner  for  my  father, 
then  I  have  a  date." 
rthur  looked  pretty  let  down,  and  I  did 
kind  of  sorry  for  him.  After  all,  it  wasn't 
ault  my  father  was  getting  ideas, 
lit  then  dad  said  in  the  deep  voice  he 

for  telling  me  what's  what,  "You  don't 
i  to  bother  about  dinner.  I'm  invited  to 
neighbors.  And  don't  worry  about  the 
I'll  tell  him  you  couldn't  make  it." 
nagine!  Just  all  but  pushing  me  into 
lur's  arms — and  pushing  Jon  into  the 
s  of  one  of  those  girls  who  keep  pestering 

to  take  them  someplace. 

rell,  I  just  pulled  myself  up  straight  and 

ted  to  say  no,  but  before  I  knew  what 

happening,  my  father  had  me  by  the 

and  was  telling  Arthur  to  sit  down  and 


^  Our  tastes  often  improve 
T  al  the  expense  of  our  hap- 
piness. —JULES  RENARD. 


make  himself  at  home  while  he  and  I  went 
up  to  get  our  hats.  He  just  all  but  lifted  me 
upstairs,  and  when  we  got  to  my  bedroom, 
his  face  was  all  red  and  puffed  out. 

"I'm  your  father,"  he  said,  "and  I'll  tell 
you  right  now  that  if  you've  got  to  be  in  love 
with  somebody,  you  can  be  in  love  with 
Arthur  or  nobody ! " 

As  if  I  could  just  turn  my  love  off  and  on 
like — like  some  fickle  girls.  But  he  wouldn't 
let  me  get  a  word  in  edgewise.  He  took  a  deep 
breath  and  went  on  and  on  like  a  radio  com- 
mercial. All  about  Jon.  And  the  things  he 
said !  Why,  he  made  Jon  sound  like  a  cross 
between  Boris  Karloff  and  Errol  Flynn,  and 
he  said  he  positively  would  not  allow  him 
inside  the  house  again — ever! 

Well,  I  went  out  with  Arthur.  What  else 
could  I  do?  And  he  bought  me  a  chicken 
dinner  and  then  took  me  to  call  on  his  sister 
and  her  husband.  They  have  a  cute  house 
and  a  pretty  little  boy,  but  they  look  so 
settled!  And  I  could  just  tell  the  way  Arthur 
stretched  out  in  a  chair  that  he  was  the 
settling  type  too.  And  no  wonder;  he  must 
be  twenty-five  if  he's  a  day.  Well,  finally  I 
got  him  to  take  me  home,  and  I  ran  over  to 
Cousin  Laura's  and  phoned  Jon,  and,  oh, 
the  minute  I  heard  his  knock  on  the  door,  I 
knew  it  didn't  matter  what  my  father  or 
anyone  else  said.  He  stayed  a  long  time — 
Cousin  Laura  was  at  vespers — and  told  me 
again  about  the  freedom  of  the  road.  That's 
the  most  wonderful  thing  in  the  world,  Jon 
says:  freedom.  No  fetters,  no  strings.  And  he 
called  me  Maria — you  know,  like  that  girl 
in  the  sleeping  bag.  It  sent  tingles  all  down 
my  spine.  And  then,  just  as  we  were  bliss- 
fully planning  the  vagabond  life,  Cousin 
Laura  came  home,  all  flustered.  And  she 
didn't  act  the  way  she 

  always  had  toward  Jon. 

She  said  he'd  better  run 
along  because  she  had  a 
bad  headache  and  wanted 
to  go  to  bed.  But  she  asked 

  me   to  stay   a  minute. 

Well,  I  was  sorry  she  had 
a  headache,  so  I  stayed,  and  then  what  do 
you  suppose  she  said?  That  she'd  been  think- 
ing while  she  was  in  church  that  she  shouldn't 
help  me  go  against  my  father  and  now  Jon 
couldn't  come  to  her  house  any  more !  I  felt 
so  betrayed.  I  knew  very  well  that"  Cousin 
Laura  hadn't  thought  that  up  all  by  herself. 
My  father  always  says  that  she  hasn't  had 
an  independent  idea  since  1930,  and  it  was 
easy  enough  to  see  who'd  put  this  notion  in 
her  head.  So  here  I  am,  all  alone,  with  love, 
the  most  wonderful  thing  in  the  world,  calling 
me,  and  everybody  trying  to  keep  me  from  it. 

But  they  can't  keep  me  from  seeing  Jon. 
We  meet  in  the  park  now,  but  it's  an  awful 
way  to  live.  I  just  can't  go  on  this  way. 
So  there's  only  one  thing  to  do,  and  my 
father  has  driven  me  to  it!  Jon  and  I  are 
going  to  run  away.  It  isn't  the  way  I  always 
thought  I'd  be  married,  but  what  difference 
do  orange  blossoms  and  a  veil  make?  Love's 
the  important  thing.  And  true  love  comes 
only  once  and  should  be  seized.  I  know  that 
you'll  agree,  don't  you? 

I  had  hoped  that  you'd  have  bought  a 
story  before  I  left,  and  I'm  enclosing  special- 
delivery  stamps.  I'll  wait  a  couple  of  days 
before  we  run  away,  but  if  I  haven't  heard 
from  you  by  then,  we're  going  anyway.  Jon 
has  a  little  money,  and  with  his  painting  and 
my  writing  we  can  earn  some  more.  But 
it  would  be  nice  if  you'd  send  a  check. 

Urgently, 
Mary  Murdock 

April  twenty-eighth 
Oh,  Mr.  Kahler !  Why,  oh  why,  did  you  do 
it?  I  mean,  after  all  I  said  about  my  father 
and  after  I  especially  asked  you  not  to  write  to 
me  here?  You  might  have  known  something 
like  this  would  have  happened.  Maybe  you 
even  planned  that  it  would.  I  can't  think  of 
any  other  reason  for  you  to  send  Torrid 
Turmoil  back  here— not  with  that  letter 
enclosed ! 

Why,  when  I  saw  the  special-delivery  man 
come  up  our  walk  with  that  big  envelope, 
my  knees  went  all  dizzy.  I  mean,  there  was 
my  father  right  on  the  porch,  and  I  knew 
just  as  clearly  as  if  I  had  X-ray  eyes  what 


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was  in  that  envelope.  So  I  rushed  out  and 
grabbed  it.  practically  before  the  poor  mail- 
man said,  "Sign  here."  And  I  tried  to  zip 
back  into  the  house,  casually,  as  if  I  smelled 
something  burning  in  the  kitchen,  you  know. 
But  it  wasn't  any  use.  My  father  stepped  in 
front  of  the  door  with  a  they-shall-not-pass 
look  in  his  eyes. 

"What."  he  demanded,  "is  that?" 

The  way  he  said  it,  I  knew  that  he  thought 
it  was  a  letter  from  Jon.  And  right  then  I 
wished  it  were.  I  mean,  anything  would  have 
been  better  than  having  him  read  Torrid 
Turmoil — I  thought. 

Well,  I  tried  to  hem  and  haw,  and  I  slit 
open  the  envelope  and  saw  the  letter  from 
you  on  top  of  the  story,  and  naturally  I 
didn't  dream  that  it  was  even  more  danger- 
ous than  the  story,  so  I  murmured  some- 
thing about  a  magazine  editor — the  cook- 
ing editor. 

And  I  guess  that  was  the  wrong  thing  to 
say.  Not  just  because  it  wasn't  so,  but  be- 
cause food  is  one  of  my  father's  favorite 
topics.  And  before  I  could  think  of  anything, 
he  took  the  letter  and  began  to  read  it. 

Then  all  of  a  sudden  he  bellowed,  "Cook- 
ing, she  says!"  I  could  practically  see  little 
mushroom-shaped  clouds  forming  over  his 
head. 

And  before  I  knew  what  was  happening, 
he  was  shooing  me  up  the  steps  as  if  we  were 
charging  Mt.  Suribachi,  and  he  gave  me  a 
shove  into  my  room  and  threw  down  the 
letter  and  locked  my  door  from  the  outside ! 
And  then  he  exploded  through  the  door  at 
me  that  that  was  where  I'd  stay  till  I  grew 
myself  a  brain. 

Then  I  picked  up  your  letter,  and  every- 
thing was  clear.  I  could 
just  feel  my  heart  break. 
Here  I  pour  out  my  soul 
to  you,  thinking  you're 
a  man  of  the  world  who'd 
understand,  and  you  write 
me  here,  at  this  house, 

and  put  that  P.S.  on  the   

letter,  which  is  etched  for- 
ever on  my  mind:  "No.  I  do  not  agree  that 
you  should  elope  with  that  young  man,  Jon, 
as  you  suggested."  The  more  I  think  of 
it,  the  more  I'm  convinced  that  you  did  it 
on  purpose.  I'm  so  furious  and  heartbroken 
I  can't  write  all  the  things  I'm  thinking,  but 
don't  think  I'm  not  thinking  them. 

I've  been  crying  all  afternoon.  This  was 
going  to  be  the  day  Jon  and  I  found  love  and 
freedom.  And  now  I  haven't  even  heard 
from  Jon.  And  my  father  says  he's  going  to 
rip  him  bone  from  bone — and  my  father  is  a 
large  man.  Oh,  why,  why  did  you?  The 
magazine  women  live  by  has  blasted  my  life! 

Despairingly, 
Mary  Murdock 

April  29,  1949 
Mr.  Kahler:  When  you  receive  this  mes- 
sage, I'll  be  gone,  and  practically  the  only 
reason  I'm  writing  is  to  ask  you  please  to 
cancel  my  subscription.  I  won't  be  here  to 
read  the  May  issue  anyway.  Despite  you  and 
my  father,  Jon  and  I  are  running  away. 
Yesterday  after  I  wrote  you,  I  was  so  good 
and  mad  that  I  thought  of  a  way.  I  wrote 
Jon  a  letter  and  slipped  it  in  a  book.  For- 
tunately, the  little  boy  next  door  was  being 
Tarzan  in  our  cherry  tree  right  under  my 
window,  and  he  caught  on  fast  when  I 
showed  him  a  quarter.  And  pretty  soon  he 
was  back  with  an  answer,  and  I  let  down  a 
piece  of  thread  with  another  quarter  l(x>ped 
in  it  and  got  Jon's  letter.  So  now  all  our  plans 
are  made.  Tomorrow  is  my  father's  bowling 
night,  and  if  that  boy  next  d<x>r  can  climb  a 
tree,  so  can  I.  Jon  will  come  to  carry  me 
away,  and  tomorrow  life  will  be  mine. 

Triumphantly, 
Mary  Murdock 
P.S.  Naturally  I  am  not  going  to  send  you 
any  more  stories. 

May  1.  1949 
Dear  Mr.  Kahler:  I  guess  I  owe  you  an 
apology  and  some  thanks  too  Ix-causc  it's 
all  due  to  you  that  I'm  the  happiest  girl  in 
the  work).  Last  night  I  got  all  packer!  jusl 
the  few  tilings  that  I  could  take  on  the  open 
roar!    anrl  waiter!  by  my  window  for  Jon  It 


I  Vliruur).  1 1 


was  kind  of  misting  out,  and  the  su| 
looked  all  blurry  and  romantic.  I  took 
last  look  around  my  room  in  farewell, 
then  I  looked  down  through  the  dark  at  Jl 
I  could  tell  by  the  scuffle  on  the  drive/ 
that  he  was  right  under  my  window.  It 
just  like  Romeo  and  Juliet! 

Well.  I  threw  open  the  window  and  star! 
to  call  down  when,  whango.  my  father's  [ 
drove  into  the  driveway.  And  then  anotl 
car.  Arthur  Johnson's!  I  heard  Jon  ju| 
behind  the  rosebushes — I  knew  it  was 
rosebushes  by  his  ouch— and  I  held 
breath  for  fear  my  father  or  Arthur  Ml 
heard  too.  But  they  got  out  of  their  cars, 
walked  around  to  the  front  of  the  hou 
laughing  and  talking,  just  as  if  they  wen 
supposed  to  be  bowling  that  very  minutd 
waited  a  little  bit,  thinking  they'd  comeo| 
thinking  that  dad  must  have  forgotten 
bowling  shoes  or  something.  But  noth 
happened. 

Finally  I  heard  a  little  rustling  down 
low,  so  I  leaned  out. 

"Jon?"  I  whispered,  and  I  waited  fori 
to  say  something  to  lift  the  heavy  weight  | 
my  heart. 

Instead  he  called  up,  so  softly  I  coil 
hardly  hear  him,  "  I  guess  I  better  go  homi| 
Imagine — and  me  with  my  bags  all  pack' 
I  leaned  way  out  the  window  and  beckor| 
for  him  to  climb  the  tree  so  we  could  t 
things  over.  In  a  second  or  two  he  started  | 
climb  the  tree.  It  wasn't  the  way  I  'd  alw. 
pictured  Jon,  the  way  he  climbed  that  tr  I 
I  mean,  he  wasn't  exactly  stealthy  as  a  p; 
ther  and  silent  as  a  shadow.  But  the  b.  | 
was  wet  from  the  rain,  and  I  kept  telli 
myself  that  maybe  his  eyes  hadn't  adjust  I 
to  the  dark  yet,  the  w  \ 

  they  did  in  the  Pao 

jungles.  And  just  then  | 
slipped. 

Well,  if  you  lived  wit! 
six  blocks  of  our  housi 
wouldn't  have  to 

  you  about  this  next 

because  you'd  have 
Jon  yell.  I  thought  he  must  have  gasped  1 
last,  and  my  heart  was  in  my  mouth. 

"Are  you  all  right?"  I  called.  "Oh,  Jo 
are  you  still  alive?" 

He  didn't  have  to  answer  because  ju 
then  a  light  shone  on  him,  and  there,  ho 
ing  a  flashlight,  stood  my  father  and  next  1 
him  Arthur  Johnson.  And  there  was  Jo 
clinging  to  a  low  branch  with  his  eyes  shi] 
tight,  and  his  face  was  as  white  as  a  ma 
mallow. 

Well,  my  father  was  roaring  like  a 
liope,  and  then  Arthur  took  over.  Oh, 
Kahler,  I  wish  you  could  have  seen 
Without  yelling  or  waving  his  arms,  1 1 
dominated  the  whole  situation. 

"All  right,"  he  said.  "Drop!" 

Jon  gave  another  gasp  and  held  on  tight' I 
than  ever.  "And  break  my  neck?"  he  sai  | 
and  his  voice  was  all  squeaky. 

And  then  Arthur  walked  over  to  him  at  ] 
gave  his  necktie  a  jerk — Jon  was  only 
couple  of  feet  off  the  ground— and  saicj 
"Drop!" 

Jon  dropped. 

"What  are  you  doing  here?"  Arthur  sairl 

Jon  drew  himself  up  to  answer,  and  the! 
he  sneezed.  It  was  raining  pretty  hard  bl 
then,  and  he  looked  awfully  wet,  wettel 
than  Arthur.  I  mean,  his  suit  just  hung  o> 
him  as  if  he  weren't  nearly  as  big  as  it  was 
and  all  the  wave  was  out  of  his  hair. 

My  father  had  calmed  down  a  little  b 
then,  and  he  looked  at  Jon  as  if  he  were  ai 
unpaid  invoice.  "Answer  us,"  he  boomer 
"As  if  we  don't  already  know." 

Arthur  gave  another  little  jerk  to  Jon' 
tie  and  held  onto  it.  "Well?"  he  said. 

"Well,  it's  none  of  your  business.''  Jo 
said,  "but  I  came  here  to  see  Mary.  We'i 
been  talking  about  getting  married." 

Talking  about  it!  And  there  I  was  will 
my  clothes  in  my  bag  and  a  note  pinned  0 
my  pillow  for  my  father.  I  guess  Arthu 
thought  that  was  a  pretty  strange  way  t< 
put  il.  too.  Ixrause  he  tightened  upon  th 
necktie  anrl  said.  "You  mean  you'd  per 
snarled  her  to  run  away  with  you.  don't  you 
And  you  came  to  take  her  tonight?" 

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Cora  took  a 
chance ! 


Take  a  close-up  every  time... 


Before  you  buy  any  cotton,  take  a  close-up 
look  at  the  label,  and  be  sure  it  says  "San- 
forized ."  That's  the  way  to  avoid  the  shrink- 
age problem! 


Before  you  buy  a  cotton  dress, 
or  cotton  slip,  be  sure  the  style 
will  never  shrink  away.  Be  sure 
it  has  a  "Sanforized"  trade-mark. 

Before  you  buy  a  yard  of  piece 
goods,  demand  to  see  that  word 
"Sanforized,"  and  save  yourself 
from  shrinking  troubles. 

Before  you  buy  a  cozy  flannelette, 
be  sure  it'll  never  get  TOO  cozy 
and  shrunk -up.  Does  the  label 
say  "Sanforized"? 

Before  you  buy  your  children's 
clothes,  demand  a  "Sanforized" 
label.  Keep  those  clothes  fitting 
till  they're  outgrown  by  natural 
causes! 


-SANFORIZED 


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avoid  the  shrinkage  problem ! 


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I  leaned  out  the  window,  waiting  for  Jon 
to  tell  about  the  vagabond  life,  but  he 
sneezed  again. 

"I  didn't  think  she'd  take  it  so  seri- 
ously," he  said.  "  I  mean,  I  wasn't  going  any- 
where in  the  rain." 

Well,  I  just  couldn't  believe  my  ears.  I 
looked  straight  down  at  the  pool  of  light. 

"Why,  Jon  O'Reilly,"  I  said,  "you  make 
it  sound  like  a  baseball  game  or  something. 
Called  on  account  of  rain.  What  does  a  little 
rain  mean  to  you?  You  said  you  loved  the 
wild  fury  of  Nature." 

Arthur  looked  up  at  me  and  then  back  at 
Jon  and  he  sort  of  smiled.  Arthur  has  an 
awfully  nice  smile.  "Yeah,"  he  said.  "What 
about  it,  Nature  Boy?  Surely  you've  made 
some  provision  for  keeping  off  rain.  You 
must  have  a  tent,  don't  you?" 

Jon  didn't  say  anything.  I  was  kind  of 
embarrassed,  the  way  he  just  stood  there. 

"Well,  tell  him,  Jon,"  I  said,  trying  to 
sound  encouraging.  "Tell  him  that  all  you 
need  is  the  wide  canopy  of  stars.  Tell  him 
about  how  you  feel  strong  and  free  in  the 
open." 

But  instead  of  saying  anything,  Jon 
looked  around  nervously,  kind  of  measuring 
Arthur  and  my  father  with  his  eyes,  and  then 
he  smiled  the  sickest  smile  you  ever  saw  and 
kind  of  shrugged.  "You  know  how  it  is,"  he 
said,  as  if  I  weren't  there  at  all.  "A  man 
says  a  couple  of  things,  just  joking  more  or 
less,  and  some  girl  just  doesn't  have  a  sense 
of  humor." 

Well,  I  nearly  jumped  out  the  window. 
"Joking!"  I  said.  "Jon  O'Reilly,  you  know 
perfectly  well  you  told  me  the  same  things 
time  after  time  and  " 

And  then  Jon  looked  up,  and  you  won't 
believe  what  he  did.  He  yelled  at  me!  "Aw, 
pipe  down!  Don't  be  such  a  dope!"  At  me! 

And  then  Arthur  thundered  at  him, 
"Don't  you  speak  to  her  like  that!"  And 
Jon  took  one  scared  look  at  Arthur  and 
loosed  his  tie  from  Arthur's  hand  and 
bounded  away  like  a  rabbit. 

But  he  didn't  go  far. 

"Look  out!"  Arthur  shouted.  And  then 
came  a  metallic  crash  and  some  groans  and 
then  silence. 

My  father  shone  the  light  down  the  drive- 
way a  piece  and  there  lay  Jon,  all  limp,  with 
his  legs  tangled  up  in  the  handle  of  the  next- 
door-boy's  wagon  and  his  head  right  under 
the  bumper  of  Arthur's  car.  I  couldn't  help 
thinking  that  it  was  a  good  thing  for  him 
there  hadn't  been  any  toy  wagons  in  the 
jungle. 

And  then  Arthur  walked  over  to  him  and 
looked  down  and  shook  his  head,  and  without 
saying  a  word,  he  just  radiated  scorn  for  any 
man  who'd  run  away — much  less  fall  all  over 
himself.  And  then,  seeing  what  Jon  wasn't — 
and  what  Arthur  was,  so  strong  and  manly 


and  stalwart  like  a  Viking  King—] 
couldn't  help  it,  I  started  to  cry.  I  n  i 
was  all  so  thrilling  and  so  kind  of  traj 
derstanding  my  own  heart  in  one  pcne i 
flash,  and  then  having  it  maybe  be  tt| 
A  whole  story  unfolded  before  me  tg 
could  see  the  whole  thing,  even  fh| 
Moment  of  Maturity. 

But  I  haven't  had  time  to  write  : 
yet,  because  Arthur  heard  me  crying,  I 
turned  and  ran  past  my  father  back  iil 
house,  and  I  heard  him  pound  up  thl 
two  at  a  time.  My  father  stood  beside  J 
a  minute,  shining  the  flashlight  on  ] 
then  he  laughed. 

"Strong  and  free,"  he  called  up 
"under  the  wide  canopy  of  stars, 
might  interest  you  to  know  that  it 
the  Pacific  theater  he  was  in;  it  was  I 
jou  Theater  right  here  in  Egerton.  SaJ 
of  war  pictures."  He  nodded,  pie 
thought  we'd  settle  his  hash  tonight.'l 

I  choked  back  my  tears.  "Ho\f 

you  "  I  started,  but  he  knew  wh 

going  to  ask. 

"I  gave  the  kid  next  door  a  doll; 
said,  "to  show  me  the  notes  first.  1 1 
been  a  credit  manager  all  my  life  for | 
ing." 

And  then  before  I  could  say  anythinl 
Arthur  threw  open  my  door,  rushed  :  | 
swept  me  to  him.  And  he  kissed  me. 
ine,  Arthur!  I  never  knew  life  could  | 
dramatic.  And  then  he  looked  right 
and  said,  "Don't  you  shed  one  tear  fo| 
faker.  I  won't  have  it.  You're  going  to 
me,  you  understand?  And  no  mon| 
notions!" 

And,  well,  I  never  did  have  time  to  el 
why  I  was  crying  because  my  father  is  I 
that  Arthur  is  very  thorough  in  every| 
he  does. 

When  I  finally  caught  my  breath,  I  re| 
how  much  I  owe  you  because  if  you  hi 
written  me  here  and  advised  me  againstf 
why,  my  father  couldn't  have  let  Ai 
know  I  was  in  danger  of  throwing  nr| 
away,  and  if  Arthur  hadn't  known  thai 
might  have  just  poked  along,  bowling  [ 
dad  and  bringing  me  tulips.  Why,  I  n| 
even  have  gone  on  believing  that  conc| 
Jon  O'Reilly  if  it  hadn't  been  for 
letter — and  the  rain  that  night.  I  n| 
never  have  seen  that  Arthur  is  my 
love. 

So,  Mr.  Kahler,  I'm  awfully  sorry  all 
what  I  said  in  my  letter  Friday,  and! 
planning  to  make  it  up  to  you.  We'll  c 
the  second  boy  after  you.  I'm  afraid  I  is 
have  time  to  write  you  any  more  stories 
while,  but  don't  worry  that  I've  given  ui 
career  entirely.  I  can  send  you  article 
child  care. 

Gratefully, 
Mary  Murdo 

THE 


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His  blind  date 
wore  a  wedding  dress! 

and  this  Woodbury  Deb  had  plenty  of  other  things  to  wear 


faterS _of  Washington,  D..G  blinked 
.hen  he  met  his  "blind  date"  at  Hattie 
ie's  New  York  Salon.  And  no  wonder 
surprised!  Lovely  Virginia  Blanken- 
as  a  vision  ...  in  a  wedding  dress! 


"Didn't  you  know  I  was  a  model?"  she  said, 
laughing  at  Hugh's  expression.  But  it  was 
more  than  the  gown  that  dazzled  him— it  was 
her  luscious  Woodbury  complexion !  More 
dates  followed  — and  more  surprises! 


She  wore  a  sweater  and  skirt  for  dancing. 

He  had  suggested  "waltzing"  —  she  thought 
he'd  said  "walking!"  But, her  complexion  was 
"dressed-up"— thanks  to  smoothing  Woodbury 
Soap  with  its  beauty-cream  ingredient. 


"What!  An  evening  dress  for  basketball?" 
"I'm  going  to  a  party  after  the  game,"  Vir- 
ginia said.  Her  Woodbury  complexion  rated 
two  dales  in  one  evening !  She  takes  no  chances 
— Woodbury  mildness  means  no  "skin-burn!" 


1  ' 


l  date— and  she  had  on  a  bathing  suit! 
o!"  Hugh  groaned.  "We're  still  photo- 
ng,"  Virginia  explained.  "I'll  change 
Vir  ginia  makes  many  changes,  but  not 
skin  care  — Woodbury  Facials  daily! 


She  didn't  Wear  a  wedding  dress  when  they 
married.  She  and  Hugh  eloped!  Yet  Virginia 
looked  every  inch  a  bride!  Her  skin  was 
flushed  with  excitement  —  and  radiant  from 
her  daily  use  of  mild,  mild  Woodbury! 


She  Wears  a  Woodbury  beauty  complexion  24 
hours  a  day!  Doctors  tested  Woodbury  Soap 
among  women.  Not  one  showed  a  trace  of 
skin-burn  — that  roughened  condition  of  skin 
robbed  of  its  softening  oils! 


FOR  THE  SKIN 
YOU  LOVE 
TO  TOUCH 

Virginia  loves  Woodbury  for  her  bath,  toot  She 

uses  bath-size  Woodbury  Soap  for  all-over 
loveliness.  Try  Woodbury,  the  beauty-cream 
ingredient  soap.  Start  now  to  make  your  skin 
The  Skin  You  Love  To  Touch! 


No  "Skin-Burn"  with  Extra  Mild  Woodbury 


A  new  sofa  and  rug,  secondhand  chairs  slip-covered  at  home,  saw-cut  tahles  and  plenl\  of  paint 
decorate  this  living  room  in  today's  style.  Assorted  furniture  types  look  harmonious  when  made 
part  of  a  definite  color  scheme,  either  hy  painting  or  slip-covering,  and  arranged  with  taste. 


PHOTO  BY  HAROLD  FOWLER 


By  HENRIETTA  MURDOCK 

Interior  Decoration  Etlitor  of  the  Journal 


OF  course  you  can't  go  out  and  buy  a  $350  room — you  have  to  create  it  yourself  out 
of  a  mixture  of  old  and  new  furnishings.  The  new  pieces  you  buy  with  care,  the 
old  ones  have  to  be  restored  and  fitted  into  your  scheme  to  look  as  if  they  really  be- 
longed there. 

In  the  room  photographed,  the  sofa  was  the  major  investment.  It  is  well  made,  has 
new  lines  and  cost  $119  in  muslin.  Both  club  chairs  are  secondhand.  Such  chairs  are 
plentiful  at  auction  and  in  used-goods  stores,  or  you  may  already  have  I  hem  in  the  fam- 
ily. The  pull-up  chair,  upholstered  in  red,  is  new  and  cost  $9.75. 

Our  homemade  tables  are  a  project  for  the  man  of  the  family  and  require  neither 
skill  nor  experience  to  make.  Mack  <>l  them  is  a  story.  You  will  notice  that  the  supports 
on  the  coffee  table  and  the  ornamental  squares  on  the  Iwo  olhcr  tables  arc  made  of  uni- 
form strips,  \V\"  x  \  Y\"  in  size.  These  were  cut  to  order  at  a  cutting-service  shop.  Most 
communities  now  have  lumber  stores  or  jobsbops  with  this  type  of  service  for  home 
handymen.  You  take  in  your  specifications  lor  homc-buill  furniture,  and  all  pieces  are 

accurately  cul  ready  for  you  to  bring  home  and  either  nail  or  screw  together.  The  finish- 
ing is  a  simple  amateur  job  of  sanding  and  painting.  To  keep  cost  low,  use;  unselected 
Lumber  and  I  hen  do  an  extra-good  paint  job.  If  your  (Conttntud  on  l'age.  ISO) 


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budget  permits  it,  a  sprayed  lacquer  finish, 
done  by  a  professional,  gives  a  custom-made 
look. 

On  the  floor  we  have  used  a  new-type  felt 
rug  which  is  attractive,  long-wearing  and  in- 
expensive. Felt  carpet  comes  in  colors  to 
match  any  scheme,  is  room-size  width. 

Strict  adherence  to  a  color  scheme  is  the 
secret  of  decorating  a  low-budget  room  that 
has  style.  Repeating  colors  by  matching  up 
lamp  shades  and  accidental  tones  creates  a 
uniformity  that  carries  the  effect  and  dis- 
tracts the  eye  from  pieces  with  less  attrac- 
tive lines. 

Use  plain  or  textured  fabrics  on  your  new 
pieces,  figured  designs  for  slip-covering  the 
old. 

Our  lamps  were  made  by  taking  sections 
from  old  floor  lamps  and  screwing  in  the 
fittings  ourselves. 

The  end  tables  were  made  by  sawing  out 
the  central  portion  of  an  office  desk  afld 
using  the  drawer  sections  only. 

When  decorating  with  old  furniture,  choose 
a  combination  of  informal  colors  such  as 
yellow  and  brown,  green  with  rose,  shades  of 
deep  pink,  red-violet  or  turquoise.  Avoid 
formal  colors  like  beige,  chalk  blue  and 
chartreuse,  except  in  small  quantities  as 
accent. 


February,  | 

Here  is  the  itemized  cost. 
Sofa  (in  muslin)   $ll| 

10  yds.  50"  fabric  @  $1.95 
(for  covering  sofa)   ]| 

11  yds.  50"  fabric  @  $2.00 
(for  unlined  draperies) .... 

1  upholstered  club  chair 

bought  at  auction   l| 

1  upholstered  club  chair 

bought  at  auction   JJ 

15  yds.  chintz  @  $1.29 

(slip  covers  for  chairs)   1| 

1  small  upholstered  chair  (new) . 

1  9'  x  12'  rug  @  $4.50  sq.  yd. 
(12  sq.  yds.)   &1 

2  wooden  standing  lamps  bought  at 
auction  and  made  into  three 
lamp  bases  

Fittings  for  three  lamps  

Shades  for  three  lamps  

2  chairs  (woven  string  seats  and 

backs,  bought  at  auction)  .  .  .   |  2*4 

Lumber  for  coffee  table  

Glass  for  coffee  table  

Lumber  for  magazine  table.  .  .  . 
Lumber  for  breakfast  table.  .  .  . 
Lumber  for  valance  boards .... 
Desk  bought  at  auction  and 

made  into  two  end  tables  .  .  . 
Cutting  charge  on  lumber  .... 


YOUNG  IN  THE  WEST 

(Continued  from  Page  55) 


Fremont  County  Vocational  High  School 
sealing  off  one  end.  Lander,  a  modern  town 
built  on  an  economy  of  cattle,  sheep  and 
some  oil  and  tourist  trade,  has  many  fine 
shops  and  three  banks  that  have  never 
gone  broke.  Water  is  precious,  but  the  land 
is  bright.  No  smog  here — most  heating  is 
by  natural  gas.  The  view  from  Dick's  win- 
dow is  unobstructed.  He  can  turn  his  gaze  to 
the  rolling  plains,  which  have  a  special  fresh- 
ness that  sweeps  down  from  the  mountain 
snows  and  mingles  with  the  taste  of  dust,  or 
to  the  mountain  slopes,  where  deer  and  ante- 
lope actually  play  (a  moose  attacked  a  snow- 
plow  on  the  highway  last  winter).  Close  by 
the  house,  in  a  wedge  of  irrigated  pasture,  are 
his  horses — Chita,  Beaver,  Old  Red,  Tiny 
and  Papoose.  There  are  a  nameless  cow  that 
Bob  milks,  one  sow  and  a  few  fat  geese. 
There  is  their  garden  which  supplies  much  of 
their  food.  Dick  likes  what  he  sees. 

After  a  ranch-size  breakfast — usually 
plenty  of  biscuits,  gravy,  ham  and  hot 
cakes — Dick  feeds  the  horses  and  Bobby 
milks  the  cow.  Except  during  the  summer 
months,  when  both  boys  hire  out,  there  is 
little  work  to  do.  The  boys  helped  build  their 
house  and  they  help  with  the  housework,  but, 
boy-style,  they  frequently  forget  to  make 
beds.  Drinking  water  has  to  be  hauled  in 
from  town  once  a  week;  water  for  washing 
they  draw  from  the  irrigation  ditch.  Dick 
guesses  he  is  "about  average  lazy,"  except 
for  tending  the  horses,  which  is  not  work  but 
pleasure.  He  walks  the  two  miles  to  school, 
taking  a  short  cut  across  country — "not  so 
hot  in  midwinter."  In  good  weather  pheas- 
ants whir  up  at  his  feet  and  small  things 
splash  in  the  irrigation  ditch  as  he  passes. 
It  is  an  exhilarating  walk.  Dick  can  make  it 
from  kitchen  to  classroom  in  twenty-five 
minutes,  Western  stride. 

Fremont  County  Vocational  High  School, 
where  Bobby  and  Dick  are  both  seniors,  is 
probably  an  above-average  high  school  in 
quality  of  personnel  and  equipment,  but 
neither  boy  is  joyous  about  it.  Although 
called  a  "vocational"  high  school,  training 
for  specific  jobs  is  limited  by  lack  of  teachers 
and  facilities.  Dick  has  learned  to  weld  and 
make  minor  repairs  on  farm  implements,  but 
many  students  take  the  conventional  aca- 
demic college-preparatory  course  and  20  per 
cent  enter  college.  Eleven  teachers  serve  an 
enrollment  of  .'127  classes  average  about  30, 
although  there  are  only  9  in  Dick's  first- 
period  "ag"  class.  The  school  plant  is  being 
expanded  to  include  a  new  gymnasium  to 
sent  1:')(X),  and  six  new  classrooms.  The  school 
has  been  managed  since  19119  by  Su|x:rin- 
tendent  H  W.  Thompson,  a  serious,  square- 


set  young  man,  who  likes  and  undersUI 
kids.  Townspeople  respect  the  soundne-l 
his  judgment,  exemplified  by  his  fetcll 
wife,  Betty,  a  Mills  College  graduatef 
mathematics  who  is  an  all-around  sub 
tute  teacher  and  works  as  hard  as  he  d| 

The  relative  merits  of  coeds  or  acaden 
are  outside  Dick  Olson's  ken  at  present, 
failed  the  eighth  grade  and  Bobby  caught] 
with  him  in  school — a  minor  concern  in) 
life.  When  he  should  have  been  learning  j 
structure  of  grammar,  he  was  intrigued  i 
the  build  of  a  horse,  but  Elvin  Powell,  j 
structor  in  agriculture,  sponsor  of  the  Futj 
Farmers  of  America  and  a  ranch  boy 
self,  is  one  teacher  Dick  listens  to.  For  eij 
years  Dick  was  active  in  4-H  work  and  wq 
number  of  ribbons  for  judging  stock 
grain.  Now  he  is  vice-president  of  the  F| 
(Bobby  is  secretary)  and  deeply  intereste 
agriculture  and  animal  husbandry. 

Dick  is  taking  the  "general  academl 
course,  which  includes  classes  in  typij 
English  and  the  history  of  Wyoming.  He  s 
through  these  quietly  and  with  good  gra 
but  only  in  agriculture  classes  does  he  t: 
much  part  in  the  discussion.  Here  he  lea 
about  such  things  as  the  diseases  of  cat 
how  to  judge  stock  and  grain,  soil  ero 
and  irrigation.  In  the  classroom  he  and 
classmates  are  likely  to  be  discussing  a 
ficial  insemination  of  cows  with  rapt  in< 
ference,  using  such  words  as  "ovarie 
"Fallopian  tubes"  and  "vulva"  with  cc 
plete  lack  of  self-consciousness  and  about  I 
same  enthusiasm  young  auto  mechanics  hi 
for  a  spark  plug  or  condenser.  The  mechan 
of  sex  are  no  mystery  to  any  ranch  boy  o' 
five,  and  are  not  to  be  taken  lightly.  Then 
nothing  more  serious  than  getting  a  cow 
calve,  unless  it  is  the  proper  way  to  shot 
horse.  Dick's  friends  are  rough  and  robi 
ranch  boys,  or  boys  who  would  like  to 
ranchers.  They  have  friendly  grins,  astonis 
ing  poise  and  seem  to  take  pride  in  behavi 
like  gentlemen.  Dick's  teachers  and  parei 
both  encourage  this  combination  of  abilil 
strength  and  gallantry. 

There  are  exceptions.  Around  school  th 
like  to  tell  a  story  about  a  tobacco-chewi 
football  coach  who  had  a  habit  of  spitti 
behind  the  radiators.  In  an  important  gai 
he  taped  a  short  length  of  gas  pipe  to  t 
forearm  of  every  boy  in  the  line.  They  wc 
but  that  was  years  ago,  and  the  gentlem 
has  moved  on  to  another  Wyoming  tow 
where  he  is  now  principal.  Year  Ixfore  \i 
the  Lander  High  School  football  team  w 
the  state  championship  without  the  aid 
artificial  muscles.  One  vigorous  l<«<tl> 
player  shot  windows  oul  of  the  school  with 


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.44.  just  for  fun,  and  during  the  summer 
robbed  filling  stations.  He  was  arrested  and 
held  in  jail,  but  released  on  $1500  bond  after 
pleading  guilty  to  two  counts  of  burglary. 
His  trial  was  set  for  after  the  close  of  the 
football  season.  Last  season  he  played  a 
bang-up  game  for  Lander,  under  bond,  and 
was  honored  as  one  of  three  Lander  boys 
selected  for  the  all-state  team  by  the  local 
newspaper.  To  celebrate,  he  and  two  other 
boys,  one  the  son  of  the  ex-mayor,  drove 
down  into  Sinks  Canyon  one  night,  caught  a 
deer  in  the  spotlight  of  their  car,  shot  with 
an  ".06"  rifle  from  the  window,  killed  it,  and 
drove  on.  The  game  warden  caught  them 
and  they  were  heavily  fined,  for  killing  game 
out  of  season  is  not  tolerated  in  these  parts. 

In  some  "wide  open"  places  in  Hudson,  a 
Saturday-night  town  twelve  miles  from 
Lander,  teen-agers  can  be  seen  gambling  at 
faro  and  twenty-one  and  drinking  whisky  at 
the  bar  with  no  questions  asked.  They 
represent  a  minority  group  within  an  eighty- 
mile  radius  of  Lander.  In  the  men's  room  of 
such  places,  as  in  many  spots  outside  the 
state  of  Wyoming,  contraceptives  are 
machine-dispensed  for  a  quarter  to  spare  the 
boys  the  embarrassment  of  asking  for  them 
over  the  counter. 

These  factors  of  environment  are  not 
especially  characteristic  of  Wyoming  or  the 
Wind  River  region,  but  they  are  there.  Most 
Lander  boys,  like  Dick  Olson,  with  proud 
and  high-minded  parents  behind  them,  turn 
clear  eyes  toward  the  beauty  of  themountains, 
the  elk,  moose,  deer  and  bear  that  roam 
there — and  horses. 

Victor  Olson,  Dick's  father,  a  wiry,  red- 
headed Swede  from  Minnesota,  came  to 
Wyoming  as  a  telegrapher  but  turned  to 


Observe  the  face  of  the  wife  to 
knovt  the  husband's  character. 

—SPANISH  PROVERB. 


ranch  jobs  when  times  were  bad.  He  married 
Ethel  Lane  and  the  children  were  born  in 
Douglas,  in  East-Central  Wyoming;  they 
came  to  Lander  when  Dick  was  in  the  sixth 
grade.  Bad  luck  has  hounded  Vic  Olson  re- 
cently, but  he  has  only  to  look  at  his  wife  to 
know  that  he  is  a  fortunate  man.  Petite, 
pretty  and  intelligent,  Ethel  Olson  has  rrown 
lovelier  with  hard  work ;  it  is  she  who  has  held 
the  family  together  during  Mr.  Olson's  ill- 
nesses. She  has  worked  outside  the  home 
since  Rita  was  big  enough  to  make  beds  and 
is  now  a  clerk  in  a  Lander  department  store. 
But  no  one  could  convince  her  that  her  lot  is 
especially  hard;  she  is  proud  of  her  family 
and  possessions. 

Serious  trouble  began  two  years  ago  when 
Vic  Olson,  an  outdoor  man,  began  losing 
weight  and  wasted  away  to  less  than  90 
pounds.  With  the  help  of  a  "doctor  book" 
he  correctly  diagnosed  his  illness  as  diabetes 
and  began  taking  insulin.  Things  looked 
better  when  he  was  able  to  get  the  family  out 
of  a  rented  house  in  Lander  and  move  to 
twenty  acres  of  their  own;  then  a  barn,  in 
which  all  their  furniture  was  temporarily 
stored,  burned  to  the  ground,  uninsured. 

Symbolic  of  their  misfortunes  was  the 
mysterious  death  of  Sweet  Pea,  the  pig. 
Sweet  Pea  was  a  pet  of  the  children's,  a  lap 
pig  with  a  friendly  poking  snout  that  de- 
manded and  got  the  best  of  table  scraps,  fed 
by  hand.  Sweet  Pea  was  a  big  girl,  weighing 
300  pounds,  when  Rita  presided  over  her  last 
supper.  During  the  night  somebody  shot 
Sweet  Pea.  They  never  found  out  who,  how 
or  why. 

Mr.  Olson  was  gaining  weight  and  had 
about  got  the  little  house  in  shape  for  the 
winter  whenan infection  set  in  in  hisright  arm. 
This  turned  out  to  be  a  form  of  the  disease 
called  lumpjaw  in  cattle,  which  rarely  infects 
humans.  Last  August  he  had  to  leave  his 
family  for  four  months  of  surgery  and  skin 
grafts  at  the  veterans'  hospital  in  Laramie. 
After  getting  up  after  one  operation,  wobbly 
from  the  effects  of  an  anesthetic,  he  fell  and 
cracked  a  rib.  He  was  lucky  to  get  back  home 
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is  that  nothing  is  really  trouble  as  long  as 
they  are  together.  Dick  has  responded  with 
an  early  sense  of  family  responsibility. 

Somehow  a  strong  respect  and  courtesy  for 
their  elders,  born  of  the  male  strength  of  the 
West  or  subtle  home  training,  has  seeped 
into  the  personality  of  both  boys,  although 
Dick  is  more  poised  and  commanding  than 
Bobby.  Their  relationship  with  their  mother 
is  comradely,  almost  sisterly  or  protective, 
and  Ethel  Olson  is  young  enough  in  fact  and 
spirit  to  make  the  most  of  this.  They  fre- 
quently do  sweet,  unexpected  things  for  her 
that  make  her  glad  she  had  them,  like  buying 
a  cake  pan  she  especially  wanted.  (The  boys 
may  have  had  an  ulterior  motive  in  this.  She 
bakes  frequently  because  "they  like  it.") 
She  gets  them  to  obey  her  by  many  and 
devious  means,  she  admits.  Force  or  physical 
punishment  seems  a  little  silly  to  her,  and 
she  almost  never  resorted  to  it  even  when  the 
children  were  small.  "You  can't  watch  them 
all  the  time.  They  have  packed  off  into  the 
mountains  for  weeks  at  a  time  since  they 
were  thirteen  or  fourteen.  In  this  region  boys 
have  to  grow  up  and  take  care  of  themselves." 
She  says  she  tries  not  to  worry  about  them, 
but  she  does. 

When  Dick  was  fourteen  and  Bobby  thir- 
teen, they  set  out  on  their  first  pack  trip 
with  two  other  youngsters  to  Lake  Shoshone, 
in  the  mountains.  Mrs.  Olson  made  certain 
they  took  enough  food  to  keep  them  from 
starving  for  a  while  and  watched  them  go. 
Although  she  did  not  know  it  until  weeks 
later,  things  went  wrong  almost  from  the 
start.  Two  of  the  horses  got  away  the  first 
night,  but  the  boys  doubled  up  and  pushed 
on.  As  they  got  higher  into  the  mountains, 
snow  began  to  fall — a  wet,  sticky  sheet  that 
made  the  ground  impossible  to  sleep  on. 
They  could  not  build  a  fire  to  cook,  so  they 
found  a  cave  in  the  rocks  (it  belonged  to  a 
bear,  they  could  tell  by  the  smell,  but  the 
bear  wasn't  in)  and  went  to  sleep  hungry. 
Dick  woke  up  with  a  gnawing  stomach  some- 
time during  the  night.  It  had  stopped  snow- 
ing, so  he  built  a  fire  and  made  "biscuits"  by 
mixing  ready-mix  pancake  flour  with  snow, 
wadding  a  gob  on  the  end  of  the  stick  and 
holding  it  over  the  coals.  Attracted  by  the 
smell,  the  other  boys  joined  him,  and  four 
happy,  free  young  men  stood  barefooted 
around  the  blaze  where  the  snow  had  melted 
and  stuffed  themselves  with  toasted  pan- 
cakes. They  slept  several  nights  in  the  bear's 
cave.  It  was  a  good  spot. 

The  horses  did  not  come  home  riderless, 
but  remained  behind  a  fence  line,  or  Mrs. 
Olson  would  have  been  worried  silly.  "What 
would  you  have  done  if  that  bear  had  come 
back?"  she  asked  the  boys. 

"Mom,  we'd  have  moved  out  of  there." 

Dick  tends  to  dominate  both  Bobby  and 
Rita,  although  not  subversively,  for  they  are 
a  good  match  and  the  three  are  all  for  one  in 
any  minor  misdemeanor.  But  there  are  times 


February  jj 

when  Dick's  maneuvering  gets  under  Bolj^l^ 
skin,  and  until  just  recently  he  had  oneiR, 
way  of  pricking  Dick.  One  mealtime  J 
Dick  was  giving  Bob  and  Rita  their  woi  J 
orders  for  the  day,  Mrs.  Olson  said,  J. 
Dick,  don't  be  a  dictator."  Bobby,  whe  J  A' 
then  too  young  to  have  the  word  "dicti  ^||V 
in  his  vocabulary,  but  was  fond  of  p , 
soup,  picked  this  up.  "Ole  Dick  Tater-sk 
Dick  Tater-soup,  that's  what  I'm  goinu 
call  you."  Ever  after  that  he  said  "it 
Tater-soup"  when  Dick  got  too  bossy.  11$ 

Victor  Olson  also  exerts  a  strong  influ'a 
over  the  personality  and  character  oft1 
boys,  especially  in  their  love  for  the  outdJjLfl 
He  gave  Dick  his  first  horse  (trappingMj 
summer  work  financed  the  others) 
taught  him  a  profound  respect  for 
Once  he  brought  in  from  the  range  a 
gray  mare  which  had  been  astutely  mi 
by  an  eighteen-year-old  girl.  Dick,  who 
an  eighth-grader  then,  offered  to  shoi 
dad  how  to  ride  it.  He  mounted  and 
promptly  bucked  off — the  only  time,  a 
ing  to  Dick,  he  was  ever  thrown.  The 
was  only  a  five-year-old  and  fiery,  hui 
has  grown  older  with  the  story  and  nc 
"the  old  gray  mare"  that  Dick  couldn't 
He  doesn't  say  much  to  this  but,  "Oh?  I 
back  on  her,  didn't  I?" 

Mr.  Olson  taught  the  boys  to  shoot 
fish,  and — what  is  more  important  to 
Olson — to  clean  their  game  when 
brought  it  home.  "You  had  all  the  fun 
ting  it,  didn't  you?"  he  argued.  "Youo 
to  be  willing  to  clean  it."  The  boys  ac 
this  reasoning,  and  when  Mrs.  Olson 
trout  it  is  ready  for  the  pan.  Both  boys  1 
high-powered  rifles  and  got  two  deer  an. 
elk  one  season.  Dick  is  an  expert  marksi  i 
in  the  National  Guard.  It  is  the  exceptu 
high-school  boy  in  this  region  who  has  \ 
brought  down  big  game.  Dick's  maskj 
solemnity  breaks  when  he  tells  about  t| 
first  elk.  "We  was  stalking  this  buck  ll 
carefully  and  we  lost  him.  Then  we  h 
pened  to  turn  around  and  there  he  wa 
step,  step,  step,  stalking  us!  We  got  hii  } 

Victor  and  Ethel  Olson  are  only  part-l 
farmers.  To  earn  a  living  for  his  family,  1 
Olson  works  in  a  grain-and-feed  mil 
town.  Dick  is  a  ranch  boy  only  in  the  i 
mertime,  when  he  works  for  other  ranch 
but  he  dreams  of  someday  owning  range  l;1 
that  stretches  beyond  the  horizon,  w| 
herds  of  sweetface  Herefords  or  black  A 
where  a  fellow  can  live  in  the  saddle  and 
come  an  expert  with  a  rope.  Above  all  on 
place  will  be  plenty  of  his  beloved  quari 
horses.  The  land  would  be  lusterless  wi 
out  that  sturdy,  short-distance  speed  dem 
a  breed  that  goes  back  to  the  conquistad'  J 

Fred  Hanes,  the  ranch  owner  for  wl 
Dick  worked  last  summer  and  a  close  r  j 
sonal  friend,  has  taught  Dick  most  of  wha 
knows  about  roping  and  cattle.  Other  rop ! 
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owns  the  sporting-goods  store,  offer  him  a 
guiding  hand  and  friendship  of  a  man-to- 
man variety  young  boys  seldom  win  from 
older  men.  Although  Dick's  duties  at  the 
Hanes  ranch  last  summer  were  no  more 
exciting  than  digging  a  basement  and  helping 
to  remodel  a  house,  ranchers  say  he  is  a  hard 
worker  and  "a  good  hand."  He  will  have  no 
difficulty  hiring  out  after  he  has  been  gradu- 
ated from  high  school. 

Pay  for  "a  good  hand"  on  a  ranch  varies 
from  $100  monthly  for  a  beginner  to  $160 
for  the  more  experienced — in  addition  to 
room  and  board.  Dick  can  also  make  a  profit 
raising  horses.  He  could  sell  the  ones  he  has 
for  around  $500  (an  average  horse  brings 
from  $150  to  $500  in  this  region;  a  top  rope 
horse  will  sell  for  $2000  and  one  prize  winner 
has  his  horse  for  sale  at  $10,000).  But  Dick 
is  in  no  hurry  to.  sell  his  horses  because  "I 
can  ride  just  as  good  a  horse  as  the  next  fel- 
ler." He  paid  $165  for  his  saddle;  Bobby,  who 
is  more  interested  in  machinery,  paid  $110 
for  a  motor  installed  on  his  bike.  Dick  likes  to 
point  out  that  Bob's  motorbike  won't  run 
now  because  it  needs  a  condenser  and  there 
are  none  in  town,  but  his  horses  run  and  it 
costs  "next  to  nothin'"  to  feed  them. 

If  there  is  one  measure  of  Dick's  heart- 
beat, it  is  the  crunch-squeak  of  new  saddle 
leather  and  the  thud  of  hoofs  in  the  dust  of 
the  rodeo  grounds.  His  idols  are  the  local  am- 
ateur horsemen  and  such  famous  ropers  as 
the  late  and  legendary  Jake  McClure.  Once 
on  a  bet  McClure  stuck  his  rope  through  the 
chute  and  measured  a  loop  just  big  enough  to 
slip  over  the  calf's  head.  The  calf  was  sprung 
and  about  fifty  yards  down  the  field  Jake 
threw  that  little  loop,  about  the  size  of  the 
brim  of  a  large  Stetson,  and  nearly  knocked 
both  ears  off  the  calf.  It  was  roped,  clean 
around  the  neck.  This  is  Dick's  dream.  An 
expert  roper  can  catch  and  tie  a  calf  in  a 
matter  of  seconds;  high-school  boys  take 
somewhat  longer.  When  performed  under  a 
crystal-blue  sky  with  the  mountains  rising 
pale  beyond,  there  is  a  thrill  to  this  sport — 
the  impact  of  boy,  saddle,  animal  and  earth — 
that  brings  a  lump  to  the  throat. 

There  are  several  riding  and  roping  clubs 
in  Lander,  and  the  older  horsemen  who  spark 
them  never  treat  young  riders  as  punks. 
Young,  tough  bodies  and  good  horses  count 
most  in  this  game — plus  courage,  absolute 
co-ordination  and  sound  nerves.  Dick  Olson 
can  talk  seriously  and  intently  with  any  older 
horseman  for  hours  and  never  be  reminded 
that  he  is  a  kid.  Some  youngsters  go  in  for 
bronc  riding,  a  more  dangerous  activity,  but, 
"  I  don't  claim  to  be  no  bronc  rider,"  Dick 
said.  "Not  no  perfessional,  anyway.  But  I 
think  I  can  rope  a  little." 

There  are  other  guiding  forces  for  Lander's 
young  people.  The  American  Legion  locks  up 
its  bar  and  slot  machines  every  Tuesday 
night  and  turns  the  attractive  rustic  Legion 
Club  into  a  teen-age  canteen  which  attracts 
50  to  75.  Various  civic  organizations  take 
turns  sponsoring  the  evening's  program — 
usually  bingo,  card  games  or  dancing.  Lander 
teen-agers  buy  a  lot  of  lounging  time  for  a 
nickel  at  the  City  Bakery  soda  fountain,  but 
Dick  doesn't  go  in  much  for  this  kind  of  so- 
cial life.  The  churches  have  a  strong  educa- 
tional and  recreational  program  which  touches 
a  few.  Dick  used  to  attend  church  regularly, 
but  doesn't  any  more.  Ask  him  if  he  believes 
in  God  and  he  will  say  yes  in  a  way  that  indi- 
cates he  does  not  like  to  be  encumbered  with 
abstract  ideas.  The  canyon  is  his  temple; 
certainly  his  family  and  friends,  his  horses 
and  the  great  outdoors  mean  more  to  him 
than  things  he  cannot  see  or  feel.  Except  to 
meet  assignments  in  English  literature,  he 
reads  very  little.  No  comic  books.  Few  news- 
papers. He  reads  about  horses  occasionally 
in  farm  and  ranch  magazines. 

"I  read  A  Tale  of  Two  Cities  for  English 
class— didn't  like  it,"  Dick  said.  "We're  do- 
ing Life  of  Milton  now.  I've  gotta  write  a  re- 
port on  a  play— any  play  by  an  English  au- 
thor. Know  a  short  one?" 

Another  young  cowboy,  sitting  on  his  sad- 
dle on  the  ground  and  pushing  his  feet  into 
the  stirrups  to  adjust  them,  looked  up. 
"Last  month,"  he  recalled  morosely,  "last 
month  we  done  Macbeth."  THE  end 


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or  your  7-year-old  listless... 

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Preadohccnts  Need 
Understanding  Too 

By  Dr.  Herman  \.  Mtundesen 

President,  Chicago  Board  of  Health 


IEND  of  mine  came  to  me  not  long 
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elve-year-old  son.  This  father  had 
Ways  had  an  excellent  relationship 

he  boy.  Suddenly  something  had 
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ay  more  without  his  flying  off  the 
Take  the  other  evening.  We  were 
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'h,  at  a  house,'  he  said— as  though  I 
it  it  would  be  in  a  subway  station,  or 
zoo!  So  I  asked  whose  house, 
girl's,'  he  said.  His  evasiveness  began 
ioy_me. 

he  got  a  name?'  I  asked,  probably  a 
;arcastically. 


"With  that,  Fred  jumped  up  from  his 
chair  and  slammed  his  napkin  down  on  the 
table.  '  I'm  not  going  to  stand  for  this  third 
degree ! '  he  yelled.  Then  he  burst  out  cry- 
ing and  ran  out  of  the  room.  What  are  you 
going  to  do  with  a  kid  like  that?" 

I  explained  that  Fred  seemed  to  be  a 
perfect  example  of  beginning  adolescence, 
with  problems  that  were  irritating  and  en- 
tertaining at  the  same  time,  having  obvious 
elements  of  comedy,  but  also  having  pos- 
sibilities of  tragedy  for  the  child  who  is 
misunderstood  or  mishandled.  The  thing 
to  do  with  a  kid  like  that,  I  concluded,  is 
nothing. 

"Try  to  understand  him  if  you  can,"  I 
urged,  "but  when  you  can't  understand 
him,  let  him  alone.  Whatever  you  do,  don't 
crack  down  on  him  and  constantly  quiz 
him." 

Actually,  the  single  episode  that  my 
friend  related  illustrates  several  of  the  most 
difficult  experiences  that  parents  of  the  pre- 
adolescent  child  have  to  face.  This  period 
and  the  years  that  follow  it  are  a  test  of  the 
parents '  patience  and  maturity  even  more 
than  of  the  child's.  It  isn't  an  easy  time  in 
any  family,  but  wise  parents  who  keep  their 
wits  and  their  sense  of  humor  can  save 
themselves  and  their  child  a  lot  of  unhap- 
piness.  On  the  other  hand,  for  parents  who 
don't  know  how  to  act  or  won't  take  the 
trouble  to  understand  the  peculiarities  of 
this  particular  age,  it  is  likely  to  be  a  period 
of  unrelieved  misery,  and  I  have  even  known 
a  few  families  to  break  up  because  of  the 
strains  and  tensions  that  resulted  from  im- 
proper handling  of  these  classic  problems. 

The  core  of  the  twelve-year-old's  dif- 
ficulty is  that  he  has  left  childhood  behind 
but  is  still  far  from  being  an  adult.  For 
another  year  or  so  he  will  not  even  reach 
the  status  of  the  teen-ager,  whose  problems 
at  least  are  recognized  for  what  they  are. 
The  twelve-year-old  hangs  precariously  in 
mid-air,  resenting  the  fact  that  his  parents 
still  think  of  him  as  a  child,  but  not  yet 
able  to  act  in  a  fashion  that  would  persuade 
them  to  the  contrary. 

See  how  Fred,  for  example,  was  trapped 
between  the  child's  and  the  adult's  reaction 
to  his  situation.  A  couple  of  years  ago,  he 


what  Jo  W 

about  bate? 


1.  If  baby  is  bald,  should 
you  worry? 

If  your  neighbor's  baby  has  curls  while 
yours  has  just  fuzz,  don't  fret!  Many 
babies  don't  grow  much  hair  till  they're 
a  year  old.  Meantime,  use  pure,  gentle 
Johnson's  Baby  Oil  to  help  keep  baby's 
scalp  smooth,  free  from  "cradle  cap." 
Use  also  for  daily  "  smoothovers"  after 
baby's  bath,  at  every  diaper  change. 


2.  Does  a  new  baby  have 
a  "language"? 

Yes  — not  words,  but  music!  Every  baby 
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and  you'll  learn  to  recognize  the  hunger 
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would  have  accepted  his  father's  questions 
as  routine;  in  all  likelihood,  he  would  have 
been  eager  to  talk  about  the  party.  Later  on, 
he  will  distinguish  between  questions  that 
are  merely  conversational,  as  these  were,  and 
those  that  call  for  specific,  informative  an- 
swers. Right  now.  he  resents  being  quizzed 
like  a  child,  particularly  when  his  father  loses 
his  temper.  But,  childlike,  he  lets  his  resent- 
ment show  by  being  evasive  and  then  emo- 
tional about  it. 

It  is  widely  understood  that  the  psycho- 
logical and  emotional  problems  of  the  child 
who  is  on  the  threshold  of  adolescence  have 
their  background  in  the  changes  that  are 
taking  place  in  the  body  at  this  age — which 
may  vary  from  the  eleventh  to  the  fourteenth 
year,  as  a  matter  of  fact,  depending  on  the 
individual  child.  Foremost  among  these  on- 
coming changes,  of  course,  is  puberty,  when 
rapid  development  of  the  reproductive  or- 
gans is  accompanied  by  other  transforma- 
tions associated  with  sexual  maturity,  and 
by  active  changes  in  all  parts  of  the  body.  As 
these  new  forces  begin  to  stir  within  the 
child,  new  emotional  drives  and  impulses, 
new  fears,  inevitably  are  born  and  begin  to 
emerge.  Whether  or  not  the  awakening  of  in- 
terest in  the  opposite  sex  is  apparent,  as 
puberty  gets  under  way  the  developing  sex 
impulse  will  find  some  expression,  whether  it 
be  assertiveness,  or  withdrawal,  or  moodi- 
ness— or  all  these  and  others,  too,  in  rapid 
sequence. 

Later,  when  the  physical  changes  are  more 
apparent — when  the  boy's  voice  has  changed 
to  a  man's  and  the  girl's  figure  has  changed 
to  a  woman's — it  is  easier  for  parents  to  rec- 
ognize that  their  own  attitudes  must  grow 
with  the  child.  The  most  successful  parents 
are  those  who  can  anticipate  these  changes 
and  offer  real  understanding  and  love  to  the 
son  or  daughter  who  for  the  time  being  is  lost 
in  the  no  man's  land  between  childhood  and 
adolescence. 

Fred's  father  would  not  have  been  bowled 
over  by  the  dinner-table  episode  if  he  had 
realized  that  one  of  the  first  manifestations 
of  the  reaching  toward  independence,  which 
is  a  natural  and  proper  part  of  the  weaning 
process,  is  sensitiveness  to  questioning.  Par- 
ents do  need  to  know  where  teen-age  children 
are,  at  least  in  a  general  way,  but  any  appear- 
ance of  cross-examination,  and  above  all  of 
sarcasm,  should  be  avoided.  When  Fred  was 
in  a  happy  mood,  the  father  could  go  into  the 
matter  with  him  impersonally,  explain  that 


just  as  he  and  mother  leave  word  whi 
will  be.  so  they  can  be  reached  if 
should  happen,  they  expect  Fred  to 
wise.  This  is  a  rule  of  family  expedie 
an  invasion  of  privacy. 

Possibly  the  most  difficult  fact  for 
to  face  is  that  the  break  with  child! 
evitably  means  the  beginning  of  a 
of  authority  from  themselves  to 
sources.  Now  home  rule  must  give  way' 
times  to  the  custom  that  prevails  amoi 
child's  contemporaries.  Of  course  basil 
cepts  of  right  and  wrong  must  remi 
changed,  and  rules  involving  considi 
or  rights  of  other  people  must  not  be 
But  such  things  as  bedtime  hours,  h 
ries,  rules  of  dress,  "dates"  and  other 
regulations  can  be  extended  without  ha 
conform  to  the  prevailing  custom,  even 
parents  do  not  approve  of  the  custom.  1 
known  some  parents  who  stubbornly  in' 
on  enforcement  of  outgrown  rules,  wit 
mistaken  notion  that  some  real  principl 
involved.  Usually,  the  result  is  that  the 
is  rejected  by  his  friends  and  becomes  a 
happy  outcast — at  a  time  when  his  gn 
need  is  for  companionship  and  understar 

On  the  other  hand,  parents  who  are  w 
themselves  to  make  concessions  in  i 
matters,  who  make  it  plain  that  they 
their  offspring  to  have  a  fine  time  and 
pose  only  such  restrictions  as  are  absol 
necessary  for  their  welfare,  find  that  y< 
sters  accept  these  quite  happily. 

In  addition  to  understanding,  tole 
and  suspended  judgment  in  the  face  of 
often  trying  behavior,  preadolescents 
guidance  that  will  turn  their  superch; 
energies  into  wholesome  channels 
nately,  most  school  authorities  undenlfl 
this  need,  and  athletics,  hobbies  and  scn\ 
sponsored  social  activities  are  usually 1 ' 
vided  in  the  seventh,  eighth  and  ninth  gn  / 

Parents  cannot  do  better  than  to  enc 
age,  but  not  force,  participation  in  thest  ^ 
tivities.  They  should  welcome  the  apf  Mc 
ance  of  social  urges,  and  make  the, 
available  for  informal  parties  that  will 
them.  Those  who  join  with  the  children  L 
many  family  and  community  projects  as  Wl 
sible  will  help  make  the  always  difficul 
from  childhood  to  adulthood  as  nearly 
as  it  can  be  for  their  offspring.  Good  ha 
are  more  easily  "caught"  than  taughlj} 

As  I  told  my  friend,  "Whether  you 
or  not,  Fred  is  growing  up.  Why  not 
and  enjoy  it?" 


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This  situation  between  the  children  is  a 
principal  cause  of  grievances  and  uproar.  The 
household  rule  is  that  whoever  is  playing 
with  a  toy  has  a  right  to  keep  it  till  he  is 
through.  But  Alan,  older  and  stronger  than 
Ann,  took  away  her  toys  so  often  that  she 
would  begin  to  scream  if  he  so  much  as  stood 
near  her  doll  carriage  or  her  side  of  the 
shelves.  Now  he  has  resorted  to  wheedling 
her  out  of  her  toys.  Then,  too,  Ann  has  had 
to  learn  fast  to  keep  up  with  Alan.  Her  vo- 
cabulary is  almost  as  large  as  his,  even  if  her 
pronunciation  isn't  quite  so  good.  She  can 
catch  a  ball  better  than  he  can.  Where  he  is 
slender,  headlong,  serious  and  easily  upset, 
she  is  a  pudding  of  a  child  with  beguiling 
pretty  ways  and  a  disposition  hard  to  ruffle. 
Ann  is  likely  to  gain  a  point  without  half 
trying.  Alan  is  likely  to  try  too  hard  to  suc- 
ceed. Peggy,  out  of  her  own  experience  as  her 
father's  favorite  in  opposition  to  her  brother, 
takes  Alan's  jealousy  of  Ann  to  heart  and  is 
getting  it  in  hand.  Besides  applying  Gesel) 
and  the  pediatrician's  advice,  she  and  Bob 
never  disagree  about  the  children  in  front  of 
them  another  piece  of  wisdom  resulting 
from  her  experience  as  the  child  of  parents 
who  were  anything  but  united  before  they 
took  the  step  of  living  apart. 

As  for  punishments,  Peggy  often  asks  the 
children'!  own  advice.  "What's  the  rule 
around  here,"  she  will  say,  "alxjut  throwing 
things  out  the  window?  Don't  you  think  you 
ought  to  be  punished?"  .  .  .  "Yes-s-s."  .  .  . 
"  Wi  ll,  what  would  you  suggest?"  .  .  .  "Stay 


in  my  room  awhile?"  ...  "I  think  thatj 
very  good  idea.  Now  go  in  there  and! 
there."  But  other  punishments  are  wordll 
Before  Peggy  mops  the  playroom  linolet 
she  sweeps  all  the  toys  that  are  lying  of 
into  a  pile.  The  children  pick  them  up  f 
put  them  on  the  shelves.  Any  remaining  tf 
go  down  the  incinerator  chute— a  pencl 
that  works  like  a  charm.  Only  occasionall.l 
some  such  drama  as  this  enacted  in  the  pl  | 
room:  Peggy:  "Children,  may  I  ask  ap 
sonal  question?  Who  belongs  to  the  Slir 
Toy?"  No  answer.  No  action.  Slinky! 
meets  his  appointed  fate. 

Peggy's  emotional  concentration  on  t 
children  works  out  so  that,  for  all  her  go 
nature,  she  doesn't  let  them  run  over  h 
She  has  spunk  enough  for  three  women 
her  size;  with  the  result  that,  in  spite  oft 
special  disadvantages,  Alan  and  Ann  arefl 
only  as  bright  as  buttons,  but  forthright a! 
affectionate.  Still  Peggy  regards  her  Co 
stant  presence  as  a  handicap  to  them.  S 
longs  for  a  back  yard  where  she  could  tu 
them  loose  in  safety  and  they  could  )w  m( 
self-reliant.  It  is  as  hampering  to  them  as 
her  that  they  have  to  go  with  her  to  the  ha* 
iih  nt  whenever  she  docs  a  washing,  that  tb 
have  to  go  with  her  to  the  roof  whenever! 
hangs  it  out  to  dry.  and  have  to  be  watch* 
and  cautioned  among  the  dangers  of  bo 
places  ( )ncc,  when  her  back  was  tumid,  Al 
ate  a  whole  lx>xful  of  soap  jxwder,  thinkil 
it  was  cereal.  When  the  New  York  repl 
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tell  her  the  ingredients,  it  took  a  long-distance 
phone  call  to  the  Middle  West  to  reassure 
her.  She  tries  to  keep  the  children  out  of  the 
living  room,  aided  in  this  endeavor  by  a 
wrought-iron  fence,  with  a  gate  in  it.  which 
divides  the  living  room  from  the  foyer.  And 
yet  she  also  feels  that  this  restriction  is  un- 
just when  they  have  so  little  play  space  of 
their  own.  In  desperation,  she  plans  to  make 
Alan  a  punching  bag  out  of  a  pillow  and  a 
piece  of  rope,  and  hang  it  in  the  playroom 
doorway,  so  that  he  can  take  his  energies  out 
on  it.  And  she  is  certain  that  more  fresh  air 
would  benefit  the  children's  health.  As  it  is, 
they  are  both  susceptible  to  infections  and 
plagued  with  allergies.  They  are  just  now 
getting  over  eczema.  They  have  had  all  the 
children's  diseases  but  measles. 

First  nursery  school  and  now  two  hours  of 
kindergarten  every  day  have  given  Alan 
some  independence  of  his  mother  and  some 
outlet  beyond  the  four  walls  of  the  apart- 
ment. For  fresh  air,  there  is  a  little  park  al- 
most across  the  street,  an  advantage  more 
theoretical  than  actual,  to  Peggy's  distress. 
For  in  order  to  be  such  an  excellent  mother, 
under  such  circumstances,  she  constantly 
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of  the  children  to  the  housework,  a  policy  all 
to  the  good  in  every  direction  but  efficiency. 
This  is  not  to  say  that  her  family's  hours 
don't  impose  a  schedule  on  her  it  keeps  her 
racing  to  meet.  Her  most  drastic  measure  in 
this  respect  is  setting  the  timer,  with  which 
she  clocks  the  pressure  pan,  to  go  off  toward 
the  end  of  the  children's  lunch  hour.  Alan  and 
Ann  hate  the  noise  it  makes,  and  Peggy  is 
sorry  to  harass  them.  But  its  alarm-clock 
sound  does  jar  them  out  of  their  dawdling, 
and  Alan  arrives  at  kindergarten  on  time. 
Neither  is  it  to  say  that  the  quite  presentable 
state  of  cleanliness  Peggy  maintains  doesn't 
involve  some  fairly  strenuous  athletics.  Take 
a  look  at  her  washing  the  kitchen  ceiling, 
standing  on  the  table  in  a  bathing  cap  to  keep 
the  dirty  water  from  dripping  on  her  head. 
It  is  only  to  say  that  the  housework,  compli- 
cated by  the  questions,  wrangles,  entertain- 
ment, illnesses,  accidents  and  demands  of  the 
children,  frequently  prevents  the  morning 
jaunt  to  the  park  Peggy  thinks  they  need. 

Twice  a  week,  of  mornings,  she  goes  mar- 
keting, children  and  all,  bringing  home  a  load 
of  groceries  in  Ann's  low  wicker  carriage, 
with  Ann  seated  in  the  midst  and  being  care- 
ful of  the  tomatoes  and  the  eggs.  If  market 
day  is  rainy,  Peggy  phones  a  more  expensive 
grocery  which  delivers,  ordering  as  many 
frozen  products  as  she  can  to  make  sure  of 
getting  fresh  vegetables  and  good  cuts  of 
meat.  She  uses  the  resulting  extra  time  to  get 
in  a  little  ironing  or  to  start  a  stew  or  a  cas- 
serole dish,  since  she  is  too  hurried  as  a  gen- 
eral thing  to  cook  much  besides  short  orders. 
On  sunny  mornings,  she  may  do  a  washing 
in  one  of  the  basement  machines— no  simple 
matter.  For  there  are  two  washing  machines 
and  fifty-eight  or  sixty  women  in  the  build- 


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prevents  sagging,  lumping  and  hollows    keeps  the  mattress  firm  and  level  all  the  way  through! 


ing  to  use  them.  At  5:45  a.m.  Peggy  some- 
times slides  in  ahead  of  the  rush.  Over  week 
ends  a  good  many  of  the  tenants  are  away. 
But  oftenest  she  listens  for  the  buzzing  noise 
of  a  machine  to  stop,  being  able  to  do  this  in 
a  first-floor  apartment,  and  dragging  the 
children,  runs  to  the  basement  with  a  bagful 
of  laundry.  She  saves  herself  as  much  wash- 
ing and  ironing  as  she  can  by  getting  her  bed 
and  bath  linen  from  a  linen  service  which 
supplies  them  for  the  cost  of  laundering,  by 
sending  Bob's  shirts  there,  and  by  other  ex- 
pedients: wearing  jersey  slips  and  nylon  bras 
herself,  dressing  the  children  in  knit  cotton 
underwear  and  flannelette  pajamas.  Still 
there  is  always  plenty. 

Lunch,  the  main  meal  of  the  day,  at  which 
Peggy  gives  the  children  meat  and  two  cooked 
vegetables,  has  to  be  ready  at  half  past  eleven 
so  that  Alan  can  start  to  kindergarten  an 
hour  later;  and  she  needs  at  least  half  an 
hour  for  preparations,  even  speeded  by  a 
pressure  pan.  Coming  back  from  kinder- 
garten, she  has  errands  to  do,  such  as  picking 
up  a  suit  of  Bob's  at  the  cleaner's.  Then  she 
makes  the  supper  dessert  and  polishes  off 
any  jobs  she  didn't  get  around  to  in  the  morn- 
ing. There  is  more  time  for  these  if  one  of  the 
mothers  who  live  nearby  has  volunteered  to 
bring  home  a  job  lot  of  children  from  kinder- 
garten, thus  saving  Peggy  her  second  fourteen- 
block  walk  that  day.  But  even  so,  the  after- 
noon housework  is  cur- 
tailed by  Ann  who,  gggmgamntmH 
outgrowing  her  need  to 
take  a  nap,  is  soon  out 
of  her  crib  and  at  large. 

With   Alan  home 
again,  however,  going 
to  the  park,  that  chief 
source  of  Peggy's  bad 
conscience,   is  very 
often  possible.  The  real 
park  is  the  palisade, 
with  its  trees  and  out- 
cropping rocks,  tilted 
up   against   the  sky. 
Near  the  bottom,  little 
boys  are  briefly  visible, 
swinging  from  the  lower 
tree  limbs.  Between  the 
foot  of  the  palisade  and 
the  sidewalk  is  a  trod-  l^H^^HHHi 
den  space  where  the 
older  boys  (seven-  and  eight-year-olds)  all 
play  at  being  Joe  DiMaggio.  Beyond  is  a 
half-moon  of  benches,  solid  with  mothers.  In- 
side the  half-moon  is  an  enclosed  sand  pile 
for  toddlers;  and  in  the  open  ring  around  the 
sand  pile,  the  next-older  pursue  their  demo- 
niac course  on  tricycles.  Here,  when  the  late 
afternoon  is  warm  enough,  Peggy  can  count 
on  resting  her  bones  for  about  an  hour.  But  in 
winter  weather,  the  mothers  huddle  together 
while  the  children  play  in  the  snow. 

Bob  gets  home  around  seven  o'clock  or 
half  past  for  supper— a  "finger  supper"  as 
often  as  not,  devised  so  as  not  to  switch  the 
children  from  fingers  to  forks  all  at  once,  and 
to  give  them  a  change  from  cooked  vegeta- 
bles. A  favorite  menu  all  around  is  cold 
boiled  shrimps  with  mayonnaise,  three  or 
four  kinds  of  raw  sliced  vegetables  and  a 
made  dessert.  Then  baths,  then  bed,  for  Alan 
and  Ann.  Peace,  it's  wonderful.  It  would  be, 
that  is,  if  Peggy,  here  in  the  calm  of  the  liv- 
ing room,  under  the  lamps,  spent  all  her 
evenings  at  solitaire  with  Bob  or  playing 
their  game  of  making  imaginary  investments 
in  the  stocks  on  the  financial  page.  But  while 
Bob  reads  a  library  novel,  marking  the  telling 
passages  for  her,  she  is  just  as  likely  to  do  the 
mendingor  reweave  the  runners  in  her  stock- 
ings with  a  gadget  she  has  or  bring  out  her 
neglected  sewing  machine  or  go  through  the 
bills.  And  none  of  her  sporadic  achievements 
has  been  mentioned  as  yet  upholstering  the 
kitchen  chairs  in  a  red  plastic  material  to 
match  the  red-and-white-checked  curtains 
or  hand-tailoring  a  pair  of  flannel  slacks  for 
Alan  or  taking  the  children  on  week-end  ex- 
cursions around  New  York  or  painting  the 
bathroom  walls. 

The  bills  are  one  of  Peggy's  worst  head- 
aches. They  do  mount  up,  yet  she  maintains 
charge  accounts  in  many  of  the  department 
tores  bet  ausc  1 1 n  y  allow,  hei  to  '.hop  by  tele- 


phone. In  New  York,  some  needed  art] 
may  be  an  hour  away.  For  this  reason  as  \ 
Peggy's  one  and  unavoidable  extravaganc 
not  being  able  to  go  to  sales.  The  Colen 
new  living-room  furniture,  a  long  sofa  i 
some  upholstered  chairs,  might  be  coxd 
ered  an  extravagance  ($1000),  except 
they  bought  it  to  last.  And  though  their  < 
tor  bills  are  burdensome,  they  have  been  a| 
to  trim  these  down  only  when  the  child 
were  born.  Alan  was  a  bargain  at  the  Ma 
Hospital  on  Staten  Island  where  Bob  ! 
stationed  awhile  during  the  war;  and| 
cousin  of  Peggy's,  a  physician,  delivered  J 
so  that  there  were  only  the  hospital  costsl 
pay.  All  the  Colemans  are  the  picture  [ 
health.  But  Bob  catches  cold  easily.  I  le  car| 
down  with  mumps  when  Alan  and  Ann  i 
chicken  pox;  and  Peggy,  nursing  all  thn 
had  the  most  trying  time  of  her  married  ln| 
With  low  blood  pressure,  so  that  she  nev 
feels  completely  rested,  and  a  bad  side,  si 
describes  herself  as  the  healthiest  of  the  lcf 

When  it  comes  to  clothes,  Peggy  gets  mo 
of  Ann's  from  a  friend  who  has  a  daught 
slightly  older  than  Ann.  She  makes  a  few  i 
Alan's.  And  she  doesn't  count  clothes  for  he 
self  and  Bob  as  a  regular  expenditure.  Tl 
winter,  for  instance,  Bob  is  buying  only  i 
overcoat,  and  she  is  buying  only  a  pair 
shoes,  and  infrequent  items  like  these  a 
paid  for  as  extras.  Re 


^  With  the  money  wasted  in  World 
^  War  I,  we  could  have  built  a  £500 
house  with  £200  of  furniture  and 
placed  it  on  five  acres  of  ground 
worth  £20  an  acre  for  every  family  in 
the  United  States, Canada,  Australia, 
England,  Wales,  Ireland,  Scotland, 
France,  Belgium,  Germany  and  Rus- 
sia. There  would  have  been  enough 
left  over  to  give  every  city  of  20,000 
inhabitants  in  all  these  countries  a 
£1,000,000  library  and  a  £2,000,000 
university.  Out  of  the  balance  we 
could  have  set  aside  a  sum  at  5  per 
cent  interest  which  would  have  paid 
for  all  time  a  £200  salary  for  125,000 
teachers  and  125,000  nurses. 

—DR.  NICHOLAS  MURRAY  BUTLER. 


ular  expenses,  coven 
by  the  bulk  of  Bol 
$3900  (net)  a  year,  n 


like  this:  rent,  $69  j 
month;  utilities,  $6.;| 
to  $7  every  two  month  | 
food  and  househol  I 
supplies,  $18  to  $20 
week;  milk,  $3.25 
week;  laundry,  $2  i 
week,  not  including  twi 
dimes  for  every  nine 
pound  load  in  an  apart, 
ment-house  washinj  - 
machine;  dry  cleaning 
about  $1  a  week;  news 
papers,  8  cents  a  day  fli 
Sunday  Times,  15cents 
Analysis  and  the  Henrj 
■■■■■■■■H     George  School  maga- 
zine,   $3.50   a  year;u- 
Parents'  Magazine,  $3  a  year;  the  Ladies' 
Home  Journal,  $3  a  year.  And  then  there 
are  Bob's  lunches  and  subway  fare  and  the1 
children's  allowances  (15  cents  a  week  for 
Alan,  5  cents  for  Ann).  Bob  has  the  max 
imum  National  Service  Life  Insurance, .$10,' 
000,  and  paid  up  his  premiums  five  years  in 
advance  when  he  was  demobilized  from  the , 
Coast  Guard.  But  understandably,  in  Nev 
York  where  even  the  bare  necessities  come  ' 
high,  most  of  the  Colemans'  savings  are  rep-  II" 
resented  by  a  jar  of  small  change  Peggy  ha; 
hoarded  out  of  the  housekeeping  money. 

This  is  the  "gal  with  ten  thumbs"  whojr 
wanted  the  Journal  to  tell  her  how  to  do 
more  and  do  it  better.  And  yet,  in  spite  of 
her  conviction  that  there  must  be  an  easier 
way  of  meeting  these  and  all  her  difficulties, 
nobody  would  ever  take  her  for  other  than  a 
thoroughly  happy  person.  Naturally  she 
has  set  her  heart  on  certain  desirables  for 
the  future:  a  house  in  the  suburbs,  a  piano 
and  music  lessons  for  the  children  (and  her- 
self), time  to  sew  and  read  and  maybe  do  a 
little  experimental  writing,  money  for  a  real 
vacation.  (The  Colemans'  vacation  last  year 
consisted  of  hiring  a  car  and  driving  out  for 
week  ends  to  Long  Beach,  where  Bob's  par- 
ents were  staying  at  a  hotel.)  Still  you  be- 
lieve Peggy  when  she  says  that,  in  her  mar- 
riage, she  has  found  "peace  and  contentment 
and  passivity,  passivity  beyond  anything  I 
ever  dreamed  of." 

Realizing  that  she  must  mean  emotional 
passivity,  since  physical  passivity  has  obvi- 
ously no  part  in  her  life,  you  may  find  the  ex- 
planation of  her  happiness  in  the  uncertain 
ties  of  her  past  to  some  extent.  It  is  a  fasci- 
nating story :  how  Pcggy'sCrandfathci  Paley 
came  here  from  Russia  and  l)ought  a  New 
Jersey  chicken  farm  where  "tin-  chickens 
were  so  well  trained  they  rolled  over  and  held 
up  their  legs  to  be  tied  on  market  day  ";  how 
the  Paleys  moved  to  New  York's  lower  Kasl 


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;  to  be  loved 
oth  ways . . . 

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1  comfort  him  when  he  frets.  You 
.ise  each  new  accomplishment 
ause  you  want  him  to  grow  up 
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light  legs.  Give  him  extra  Vita- 
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ises.  He  needs  it  to  build  sound 
les  and  teeth. 

fiany  physicians,  many  mothers 
int  on  a  time-proven  natural  Vi- 
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trong  backs 
veil-shaped  heads 
traight  legs 

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UIBB 


Side  where  Peggy's  father  grew  up  among 
the  boys  of  local  talent,  a  fabulous  genera- 
tion, including  the  Marx  brothers  and  Irving 
Berlin,  old  friends  of  his;  how  he  not  only  be- 
came a  noted  flyweight  boxer,  but  also  grad- 
uated from  the  College  of  the  City  of  New 
York;  and  having  taught  himself  at  least 
enough  music  to  have  written  several  popu- 
lar songs,  then  took  piano  lessons  from  Ed- 
ward (To  a  Wild  Rose)  MacDowell  at  Colum- 
bia University,  and  made  the  roster  of  the 
now-mythological  one  hundred  charter  mem- 
bers of  ASCAP  (the  American  Society  of 
Composers,  Authors  and  Publishers).  One  of 
Mr.  Paley's  songs  has  lately  been  revived: 

"When  I  talk,  I  want  to  talk  with  Billy  " 

But  to  Peggy,  a  child  of  our  latter-day  pio- 
neers, this  story  is  more  fascinating  to  hear 
about  than  to  have  taken  part  in. 

Though  sitting  on  George  Gershwin's  knee 
is  one  of  her  earliest  memories,  though  Ira 
Gershwin  is  her  uncle  by  marriage,  though 
Don  Ameche  used  to  spend  his  week  ends  at 
the  Paley  house  when  Peggy's  father  was  test 
director  for  the  old  Fox  studios  in  Holly- 
wood, the  financial  ups  and  downs  of  a  song- 
writer-and-theatrical-booking-agent's  family, 
during  the  depression,  and  the  emotional  ups 
and  downs  that  went  with  them,  eventually 
brought  Peggy  to  the  ragged  edge  of  her  en- 
durance. She  says  her  father  is  "the  original 
man  who  thought  ashes  were  good  for  the 
rugs,"  while  her  mother  is  "the  original 
woman  whose  kitchen  floor  was  clean  enough 
to  eat  on — both  terrific  people  in  opposite  di- 
rections." Sometimes,  as  children,  she  and 
her  brother  lived  at  home,  and  sometimes 
with  an  aunt.  Sometimes,  when  she  was  older, 
she  lived  with  her  father  and  sometimes  with 
her  mother,  who  helped  make  the  bread, 
drove  a  delivery  truck  and  did  all  the  book- 
keeping for  a  bakery.  Once  she  nursed  her  fa- 
ther through  a  heart  attack  in  addition  to  go- 
ing to  college  and  holding  down  a  job.  Among 
these  part-time  jobs,  with  which  Peggy  helped 
to  pay  her  high-school  and  college  expenses, 
was  one  in  which  she  demonstrated  corn  flakes 
in  a  chain  of  suburban  food  stores;  another 
was  clerking  at  nights  in  a  department  store, 
and  another  demonstrating  nut  bread  in  a 
drugstore,  making  it  into  give-away  cream- 
cheese  sandwiches.  (Two  or  three  packages  of 
cream  cheese,  thinned  with  boiling  water,  will 
make  a  big  bowlful,  she  says.) 

She  recalls  her  mother  as  "the  strict  one," 
but  in  some  ways  her  father  was  strict  with 
her,  too,  so  that  in  high  school  Peggy  was 
conspicuous  for  her  lack  of  dates  and  lipstick. 
When  she  met  Bob  Coleman  at  a  cricket- 
club  dance  on  Staten  Island,  she  fell  in  love 
with  him  right  away  because  she  felt  com- 
pletely comfortable  with  him.  He  was  the 
handsomest  man  she  had  ever  seen.  And  he 
further  endeared  himself  when  the  dance  was 
over  and  they  were  going  back  to  Manhattan 
on  the  ferry:  he  tramped  on  her  heel,  and  her 
shoe  came  off,  and  "he  blushed  so  hard." 
That  spring,  her  evenings  were  taken  up  with 
Bob;  and  on  spring  evenings  New  York  is  an 
enchanted  place.  The  pavements  then  are 
crowded  with  the  ghosts  of  all  the  boys  and 
girls  who  have  fallen  in  love  there.  The  park 
lights  shine  through  the  small  greenish- yellow 
leaves.  On  such  an  evening,  on  a  cross-town 
walk,  Peggy  sat  down  on  the  curb  and  cried. 
It  seemed  to  her  she  had  nothing  to  live  for. 
Bob  sat  down  beside  her,  and  they  talked 
about  what  makes  life  worth  living.  He  says  it 
was  then  that  he  made  up  his  mind  to  marry 
her.  It  was  on  a  Memorial  Day  boat  trip  up 
the  Hudson  that  he  asked  her;  and  they  were 
married  a  few  days  after  Pearl  Harbor  at 
City  Hall  with  only  a  few  of  their  friends  and 
relatives  present — "the  civilized  way  to  do 
it,"  in  their  opinion.  Peggy  was  twenty-one 
and  Bob  was  twenty-three. 

Now  Peggy's  mother  is  living  in  Califor- 
nia with  Peggy's  brother.  Her  father,  retired 
on  his  ASCAP  allowance,  is  a  benevolent 
grandfather  who  comes  to  see  the  Colemans 
fortnightly  and  baby-sits  when  Peggy  and 
Bob  play  bridge  with  another  couple  in  the 
building.  No  wonder  Peggy  feels  she  has  cast 
anchor  in  a  pleasant  harbor.  The  steady  pos- 
session of  a  home  means  more  than  usual  to  a 
girl  like  this.  And  after  the  war,  in  which  Bob 
was  shifted  from  Staten  Island  to  Long  Island 


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voice,  in  emergencies  where  time  is  precious. 
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and  then  to  a  dismal  post  in  the  Aleutians, 
the  possession  of  a  husband  means  more  than 
usual  too. 

Bob,  thirty-one,  is  still  recognizable  as  the 
handsome  boy  Peggy  fell  in  love  with:  nearly 
six  feet  tall,  stocky,  with  a  freckled,  blunt- 
featured  face  of  great  honesty.  He  is  a  sales- 
man and  the  general  manager  without  the 
title  in  his  father's  small  wholesale  costume 
jewelry  business  in  mid-town  New  York.  This 
job,  according  to  him,  is  probably  not  the  one 
he  would  have  chosen  out  of  all  others  in  the 
world.  In  fact,  he 


was  gratified  to 
learn  from  a  recent 
aptitude  test  that  he 
has  noneof  thechar- 
acteristics  proper 
to  a  salesman.  He 
wishes  he  could 
share  equally  with 
Peggy  in  the  chil- 
dren's upbringing. 
He  is  fond  and 
proud  of  his  excep- 
tionally attractive 
two.  He  says  he  be- 
lieves in  telling  them 
openly  and  often 
that  he  and  Peggy 
love  them,  and  that, 
in  love,  Alan's  ri- 
valry with  Ann  has 
no  existence.  But  he 
leaves  for  work  at 
eight  in  the  morning 
and  gets  back  after 

seven  in  the  evening,  even  on  Saturdays, 
except  in  the  summertime.  It  is  his  attitude 
that  he  accepts  as  cheerfully  as  possible  his 
indispensable  part:  earning  the  money  for 
his  family  he  is  with  so  little. 

Of  Jewish  extraction,  like  the  Paley  fam- 
ily, his  mother's  parents  came  to  this  country 
from  Russia  and  his  father's  from  Hungary. 
His  grandfather,  who  owned  an  inn  outside 
Budapest,  was  six  feet  two  inches  tall  and  so 
strong  he  could  carry  in  a  barrel  of  wine  it 
took  three  ordinary  men  to  lift.  Bob  grew  up 
in  the  Bronx,  and  turned  down  a  scholarship 
to  Columbia  University  because,  he  says,  so 
many  of  his  friends  with  college  educations 
had  swelled  heads.  But  since  he  is  something 


Which  Matters  More? 

NEW  curtains  at  the  windows 
of  your  house,  or  books  to  fill 
every  shelf  in  the  place? 

The  Ray  Rylanders,  of  Buda, 
Texas,  whose  five  children  range 
in  age  from  16  to  5,  feel  that  life 
on  a  rural  dairy  farm  may  be  iso- 
lated sometimes,  but  its  horizons 
need  not  be  limited.  Meet  the 
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of  an  intellectual,  he  has  substituted  I 
lege  the  Henry  George  School,  where  1 
every  Tuesday  evening.  This  is  a  sortf 
pel  mission  for  the  doctrine  that  the  | 
all  economic  evil  is  the  private  owne 
land,  and  whose  Bible  is  George's 
and  Poverty — a  doctrine  and  a 
advocates,  however,  as  celebrated 
Dewey  and  George  Bernard  Shaw.  Bobl 
siders  the  Lord's  Prayer  "  the  most  beaj 
poetry  in  the  world."  He  says  he  is  a  Chtf 
idealist.  He  also  says,  "There's  notfl 
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Henry  Geo; 
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"'Bob,"  she  says,  smiling,  "jumpsjl 
anything  feet  first,  wraps  it  aroundT 
and  puts  in  a  safety  pin  so  it  can't  get  sM 
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tremely  able  people,  learning  accordiJ 
their  different  natures  to  pull  in  harnesj 
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though  there  is  no  "magic  touch  "J 
Peggy  asked  about,  in  big  cities  or  outj 
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they  were  looking  for,  when,  eight 
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Fiction 


David  Walker  38 


What  attracted  Orkin 

Each  month  the  Journal  cover  fea- 
tures an  Undiscovered  American 
Beauty — a  girl  who  has  never  previ- 
ously modeled  for  money.  Nominations 
are  submitted  by  photographers 
throughout  the  country. 

We  regret  to  report  that  the  Undis- 
covered American  Bag  of  Groceries 
on  this  month's  cover  never  reached 
its  destination,  but  the  Undiscovered 
American  Beauty  did — as  you  can 
see.  Her  name  is  Geraldine  Dent 
and  she  was  truly  a  New  York  house- 
wife when  photographer  Ruth  Orkin 
spotted  her  one  day  walking  down 
8th  Street.  Miss  Orkin  took  Ger- 
aldine on  a  photographic  shopping 
spree,  and  the  picture  which  ap- 
pealed to  us  most  was  the  accidental 
one  when  Geraldine  dropped  her 
bag.  Nobody  seems  to  know  what 
happened  to  the  groceries,  but  Mrs. 
Dent  is  now  thinking  of  modeling. 

Mrs.  Dent  has  been  very  pleas- 
antly prepared  for  her  new  role. 
Born  Geraldine  Tyner,  she  lived 
"just  a  stone's  throw  from  Cen- 
tral Park,  where  I  spent  many  happy 
days  under  the  watchful  eye  of  my 
governess,  Uoycey.'  My  school  days 
passed  in  a  blur  of  gym  suits,  Greek 
mythology,  French  lessons  and 
dodgeball,  and  I  always  looked  for- 
ward to  our  summers  at  the  sea- 
shore. One  day  I  camj  home  to  find 
Lt.  T.  Ashley  Dent  in  the  living 
room.  .  .  .  Two  and  a  half  years  later 
we  were  married." 


Wolf  (above)  becomes 
husband  (below) 


Wintertime  (First  part  of  five)  Jan  Fa/rin 

The  Sacrifice  June  Mac Liesh 

1  he  Girl  \*  ith  the  Nasturtium  Red  Hair    .   .   .    Eleanor  Gilchrist 

Sisters  are  Like  That  Florence  Jane  Soman 

Men  are  Better  Than  Women  Elizabeth  Dunn 

Lane's  End  Katharine  Newlin  Burt 

Special  Features 


31 
36 
40 
56 
58 
60 


The  Miracle  of  an  Artist  Dorothy  Thompson 

^  ho  Cares  About  a  Soldier?  

Tell  Me  Doctor— No.  2  Henry  B.  Safford,  M.  D. 

The  Little  Princesses  (Third  pari  of  eight)  .    .   .  Marion  Crawford 

There's  a  Man  in  the  House  Harlan  Miller 

Profile  of  Youth:  City  Girl   54 

Fun  With  a  Flair   66 

How  I  Met  My  Husband  Jan  Weyl  70 

Baby's  First  Year  Photos  by  Wayne  Miller  71 


How  America  Lives:  Small-Town  Rebel 
General  Features 


Betty  Hannah  Hoffman  203 


Our  Readers  Write  Us   4 

Under-Cover  Stuff  Bernardine  Kielty  14 

Curative  Workshop  in  Green  Bay,  Wisconsin  23 

Jobs  for  Volunteers  Margaret  Hickey  23 

Reference  Library   24 

Making  Marriage  Work  Clifford  R.  Adams  26 

Listen  to  the  Teacher!  (The  Sub-Deb)    .  Edited  by  Maureen  Daly  28 

Fifty  Years  Ago  in  the  Journal  •  Journal  About  Town  33 

Diary  of  Domesticity  Gladys  Taber  137 

Ask  Any  Woman  Marcelene  Cox  178 

The  Overprotective  Mother  Dr.  Herman  N.  Bundesen  243 

This  is  a  Jawer  Munro  Leaf  246 

Bringing  up  Parents  Dr.  Barbara  Biber  254 

Fashions  and  Beauty 

Spring  Portfolio  Wilhela  Cushman  47 

Spring  Costume  Complete  Wilhela  Cushman  52 

A  Hat  to  Please  Ruth  Mary  Packard  54 

Separates  for  Spring  Nora  O'Leary  62 

Young  and  Gray  Dawn  Crowell  Norman  210 

American  Beauty's  $100.90  Wardrobe  Cynthia  McAdoo  250 

Food  and  Homemaking 

Come  On,  Let's  Eat!  Ann  Batchelder  74 

Line  a  Day  Ann  Batchelder  76 

Capsule  Kitchen  Gladys  Taber  116 

Come  Into  My  Kitchen  Margaretta  Stevenson  140 

Handyman  at  Home  Margaret  Davidson  212 

I  Bake  to  Please  the  Children  Louella  G.  Shouer  216 

Conversation  Piece  Ruth  Mills  Teague  224 

Quick  and  Easys  for  Two  Louella  G.  Shouer  236 

Architecture.  Interior  Decoration  and  4*arden 

Shaker  House  Richard  Pratt  68 

Young  Marrieds'  Budget  Apartment  H.  T.  Williams  132 

Denim  Does  It!  Henrietta  Murdock  214 

Heavenly  Blue  Richard  Pratt  260 

Poetry 

Sara  King  Carlelon  80  •  Mae  Winkler  Goodman  95  •  Isabelle  Bryans 
Longfellow  111  •  Chad  Walsh  128  •  Abigail  Cresson  150  •  Catherine 
Haydon  Jacobs  161  •  Archibald  MacLeish  172  •  Elizabeth-Ellen 
Long  180  •  Theodosia  Teel  Goodman  190  •  Lola  Ingres  Russo  199 
Eleanor  Alletla  Chaffee  218  •  Elizabeth  McFarland  226  •  Augusta 
Towner  Reid  238  •  Georgie  Starbuck  Galbraith  256  •  Daniel 
Whitehead  Hicky  263  •  Joseph  Auslander  266 

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New  York  City. 
Dear  Beatrice:  I  have  read  The  Little 
Princesses.  It  is  really  lovely,  and  how 
very  suggestive  to  all  parents !  The  simple, 
frugal,  restricted  childhood  of  the  two  little 
girls,  with  their  good  creative  play  without 
expensive  toys,  the  excellence  of  their 
reading  material,  and  good,  plain,  basic 
schooling,  and  the  parents  who  gave  time 
to<  them,  but  didn't  bother  them  too 
nvudl,  all  add  up  to  a  picture  really  in- 
spiring and  worthy  of  imitation. 

Sincerely, 
MARY  T.  FARNHAM. 


PHOTO  BY  LEE  S.  MCBRIDE 


The  editors  have  no  particular 
reason  for  publishing  this  picture. 

Help  for  Childless  Women 

Falls  Church,  Virginia. 

Dear  Editors :  After  having  been  married 
nearly  three  years,  and  having  reached  my 
early  thirties,  my  husband  and  I  were  al- 
most despairing  of  having  children  of  our 
own.  I  chanced  to  hear  about  the  Planned 
Parenthood  Association  of  America. 

After  having  assured  myself  of  the  good 
standing  of  the  association,  I  went  to 
their  clinic  and  took  the  treatments  peri- 
odically for  seven  months.  The  following 
month  I  found  myself  pregnant,  and  I 
now  have  a  lovely  set  of  twins — a  boy  and 
a  girl.  Of  course  not  everybody  can  be 
that  lucky  (I  was  the  first  patient  of  the 
clinic  to  have  twins),  but  many  other 
couples  who  consulted  the  clinic  for  help 
have  since  become  happy  parents.  There 
are  branches  of  this  organization  in  most 
large  cities. 

Yours  very  truly, 

GISELA  C.  WANG. 

Middle  Class  Pushed  — lip 

Philadelphia,  Pennsylvania. 

Dear  Bruce :  Last  night  I  read  Dorothy 
Thompson's  editorial  in  the  January 
Journal.  What  she  says  is  true  enough, 
but  what  she  doesn't  say  I  think  is  even 
more  important. 

Any  woman  reading  this  editorial  would 
get  the  idea  that  with  relatively  few  ex- 
ceptions, business  is  utterly  unfair  so  far 
as  the  white-collar  worker  is  concerned, 
that  all  teachers  get  miserable  salaries, 
and  the  inference  at  least  is  that  the  busi- 
nessman is  somehow  at  fault  in  this  regard. 
Further,  I  would  take  it  that  the  only  cure 
is  either  more  laws  or  unions  for  everyone 
except  perhaps  the  small  top  executive 
and  top  banking  groups. 

My  Quarrel  is  that  no  credit  is  given  for 
the  perfectly  tremendous  progress  in  this 
direction  which  has  been  made  in  the  last 
ten  or  fifteen  years. 

With  the  steady  increase  in  widespread 
ownership  of  business  concerns  through 
-tocklinlding*,  insurance-policy  ownership 
and  so  on,  there  has  necessarily  developed 
a  professional  management  group  rather 
than  the  earlier  direct  management  by  the 
owners.  Both  methods  have  their  faults, 
but  certainly  in  the  new  method,  with 
management,  most  ol  which  lias  been 
drawn    directly    from    the  white-collar 


group,  we  have  deep  management  sym 
pathy  for  the  white-collar  worker.  I  coulc 
give  you  dozens  of  illustrations,  showini 
the  tremendous  increase  in  the  percentag 
of  earnings  now  going  to  workers,  botl 
white-collar  and  otherwise,  and  the  greatlj 
reduced  percentage  now  going  to  the 
owners.  Take  also  the  rapidly  spreadinj 
pension  plans,  better  working  condition* 
fairer  terminal  wage  handling,  and  so  on. 
There  are  hundreds  like  this,  and  these 
changes  have  mostly  come  in  the  last 
fifteen  years. 

Now  take  the  schoolteachers.  Is  any 
mention  made  in  the  editorial  that  im 
many  years — at  least  ten — the  largest 
group  of  manufacturing  employers  in  th> 
world  —  the  N.A.M.  —  has  constantly, 
loudly  and  at  every  reasonable  oppor- 
tunity urged  and  demanded  that  some- 
thing be  done  to  improve  teachers'  sal- 
aries? I,  as  Chairman  of  the  Committeeon 
Co-operation  with  Educators,  have  per- 
sonally stumped  the  country  off  and  on 
for  the  last  eight  years  on  this  subject. 
Doctor  Givens  of  N.E.A.  can  vouch  for 
this.  And  all  the  work  is  bearing  fruit- 
teachers'  salaries  are  being  improved,  al- 
though they  have  still  a  long  way  to  go. 
More  recently  the  Chamber  of  Commerce 
of  the  U.  S.  has  taken  up  the  same  cause 
and  now  there  are  others — Roy  Larsen's 
group,  and  so  on — but  the  manufactureni 
pioneered  the  way  and  I  think  they  de- 
serve credit. 

I  didn't  start  out  to  write  a  book  and,  as 
I  said,  I  agree  with  what  Dorothy 
Thompson  says,  but  I  wish  she  hadn't  left 
out  a  kind  word  for  literally  thousands  of 
white-collar  executives  who  have  success- 
fully been  working  for  a  long  time  to  im- 
prove the  situation.  Sincerely, 

WALTER  D.  FULLER. 

Safe  at  Home 

Norwood,  Rhode  Island 
Dear  Editors:  Ah,  yes!  Harlan  Miller  is 
indeed  the  ideal  husband  and  father — is  he 
married?  PHYLLIS  REFFKIN. 

►  Ideally  so,  to  a  beautiful  black-haired 
woman,  who  has  mothered  two  sons 
and  one  daughter,  all  red-haired,  as  is 
he.  ED. 

Psychologist  Impresses  Pastor 

Fort  Plain,  New  York. 
Dear  Editors:  Doctor  Adams  may  not  be 
a  clergyman,  but  he  speaks  the  mind  of 
many  clergymen  when  he  writes  as  he  does 
in  the  paragraphs  on  Religion  and  Your 
Home.  It  seems  to  me  his  statements  come 
with  more  than  usual  impressiveness  from 
a  psychologist  and  in  a  secular  magazine. 

Yours, 
ALBERT  T.  STROBEL. 


IVhal  is  a  Hate? 

Roubaix,  Nord,  France- 
Dear  Miss  Brookman :  The  articles  and 
pictures  in  the  Journal  about  food,  in- 
cluding the  advertisements,  are  very  pop- 
ular with  my  students,  particularly  in  the 
classes  just  before  lunch  I  Several  have  re- 
marked, with  some  surprise,  that  Amer- 
icans must  be  very  fond  of  good  food.  Per- 
haps the  Journal  will  help  dispel  the  no- 
tion prevalent  here  that  Americans  no 
longer  have  the  time  or  inclination  to  cook 
and  eat  almost  exclusively  "from  can  to 
mouth." 

Several  Journal  articles  have  prompted 
the  question,  "What  ia  a  'date'?"  And 
the  answer  involves  quite  a  study  of  that 
many-branched  word  1  A  "date"  is  a 
noun — a  person,  an  activity,  a  specific 
time.  "To  date"  has  lx-rome  a  verb — 
fully  conjugated.  And  we  also  have  a  busy 
participle,  "dating."  An  explanation  in- 

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a  string  of  pearls— and  Mary 
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The  "enchanted  isle"  of  Bermuda  was  the  scene 
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looked  every  bit  the  fairy  princess  with  her 
exquisite  complexion.  She'll  always  guard 
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volves  far  more  than  translation,  for  an 
exact  French  equivalent  does  not  seem  to 
exist,  at  least  not  in  this  area.  A  "pen- 
sionnaire"  or  boarding  student  may  not 
leave  the  school  except  with  school  chap- 
erons or  her  parents,  and  then  only  on 
Thursday  or  Saturday  afternoons.  Even 
the  "externes,"  the  day  students,  seem  to 
be  kept  busy  enough  with  studies  and 
home  duties  that  they  have  little  social 
life.  The  schools  are  not  coeducational  and 
this  one  has  no  extracurricular  activities 
except  sports  and  two  dances  a  year. 
Parental  opinion  seems  to  be  against  the 
boy-girl  dating  custom,  as  Americans  know- 
it,  for  students  who  have  not  yet  finished 
the  lycee.  usually  at  the  age  of  eighteen  or 
nineteen.  Sincerely, 

BERNICE  LIVINGSTON. 

Novel  Sends  ller  lo  Chiireh 

Ph iladel ph ia ,  Pen nsylva n ia. 
Dear  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Gould:  I  guess 
the  only  times  I've  been  in  church  the 
last  few  years  has  been  for  weddings 
and  the  like.;  I  am  one  of  those  people 
that  Wad  to  go  to  Sunday  school  when 
I  was  young.  Now  we  send  our  own  kid- 
dies but  find  all  sorts  of  excuses  for  not 
going  ourselves.  Well,  after  reading  House 
Upon  a  Rock,  that  is  finished  for  me. 
Starting  this  Sunday  I  go  to  church ! 

Sincerely, 
(Name  Withheld  by  Request) 

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Boston,  Massachusetts. 
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hospital  (a  plan  directed  by  the  Red  Cross) 
made  me  feel  so  good,  I'd  like  to  share  it 
with  others. 

When  I  arrived,  the  supervisor  was  on 
the  telephone.  An  emergency  operative 
case  was  coming  in.  It  was  the  third  that 
morning.  She  hung  up,  and  turned  to  me. 

'Everything  is  happening  to  us  today, 
and  we're  short-handed.  Even  the  regular 
Nurs?'s  Aide  hasn't  come  in.  Can  you 
make  beds?" 

I  stared  at  her.  Could  I  make  beds!  "Of 
course  I  know  how  to  make  beds,"  I  said. 

She  hadn't  looked  worried  before,  but 
somehow  now  she  looked  relieved.  "Good 
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The  Volunteer  Floor  Aides  take  care  of 
these  necessary  although  unimportant 
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present  themselves.  She  jotted  down  a  list 
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"  Good  morning,"  I  said  brightly. 

She  looked  at  me  coldly.  "1  suppose  it 
is,"  she  shrugged,  "but  I've  been  here  so 
long  I  wouldn't  know." 

"  You'll  be  out  soon,"  I  said,  trying  des- 
perately to  recall  Kleanor  Lee's  chapter  on 
"The  Patient  ami  the  Xurse."  in  her  book. 
The  Essentials  of  Nursing. 

I  stripped  the  bed.  That  was  easy.  Sud- 
denly I  found  myself  moving  backward 
and  forward,  circling  the  bed  in  ring- 
around-a-rosy  fashion.  The  woman 
watched  me  unsmilingly.  I  danced  back 
and  forth  like  a  pixy,  banging  into  the  fur- 
niture, and  raising  the  lint  as  I  moved.  The 
blanket.  The  spread.  I  put  hospital  corners 
everywhere.  Then  the  pillow.  I  plumped  it 
firmly  into  shape. 

"Thank  you."  the  patient  said  thinly. 
I'm  sure  that  as  the  door  swung  to  behind 
me  she  was  at  the  bed  improving  on  my  job. 

The  man  in  311  was  out  of  bed,  too, 
reading  the  morning  paper.  Unobserved.  I 
felt  less  nervous.  This  time  I  would  do  the 
job  systematically.  Xo  nurse  could  possibly 
take  asjtnany  steps  while  making  a  bed  as  I 
had.  Where  had  I  erred?  Suddenly  I  re- 
alized n#f  mistake.  A  nurse  always  made 
one  side  of  a  bed  completely  before  she 
moved  around  to  the  other  side  of  the  bed, 
whether  or  not  there  was  a  patient  in  it. 

The  patient  in  325  was  stretched  out  on 
her  stomach,  looking  like  an  advertisement 
for  a  bag  of  bones  and  a  hank  of  hair.  She 
lifted  a  tired  face  to  greet  me. 

"  Have  you  had  your  bath?"  I  asked. 

"I  have*rft  had  my  back  washed."  This 
made  her  unhappy,  as  it  would  anyone  ly- 
ing in  bed  like  that. 

I  pulled  back  the  covers,  and  then  I  saw 
the  large  bandage  with  adhesive  tape.  A 
surgical  case !  I  felt  my  knees  knocking  to- 
gether. Suppose  I  mishandled  her?  Sup- 
pose the  wound  were  to  open?  Then  I  no- 
ticed the  wads  of  used  tissue  littering  the 
floor.  Temperature.  She  had  a  temper- 
ature! Germs.  Disease?  Something  un- 
known. Something  mysterious.  I  had  a 
hysterical  desire  to  flee. 

"  The  warm  water  feels  good,"  she  said. 
She  was  waiting  for  me  to  continue.  And 
now,  this  is  funny.  I  didn't  believe  it  could 
happen,  but  it  did.  Suddenly  I  forgot  about 
myself,  my  fears  of  personal  danger.  I  was 
a  nurse,  responsible  for  the  welfare  of  my 
patient.  I  powdered  her.  and  helped  her 
put  on  a  fresh  nightgown.  "You've  made 
me  so  comfortable."  she  said. 

I  felt  like  a  glorified  reincarnation  of 
Florence  Xightingale.  "I'm  glad,"  I  said. 

There  is  no  previous  training  required  of 
a  Yolunteer  Floor  Aide.  Demonstrations 
on  bedmaking  and  the  bathing  of  a  patient 
are  given  periodically  by  the  Red  Cross 
Directress  of  Yolunteers,  but  for  the  most 
part  the  Floor  Aide  learns  by  assisting 
others,  and  by  experience.  All  any  woman 
needs  to  qualify  as  a  Yolunteer  Floor  Aide 
is  a  sense  of  responsibility  and  a  willing- 
ness  to  serve.  Sincerely. 

S.  G.  L.  DAXXETT. 

Yonlh  Speaks  I'p 

Oxford,  Pennsylvania. 

Dear  Editors:  I  would  like  you  to  know- 
that  your  series.  Profile  of  Youth,  is  even 
better  than  I  had  hoped  for.  It  is  impartial 
and  understanding  and  a  true  representa- 
tive of  youth  and  its  problems.  I  think 
that  the  Journal  deserves  a  big  "thank 
you'.'«trom  the  youngsters  of  America. 

I  live  in  a  small  town  where  young  peo- 
ple have  to  take  a  lot  of  criticism.  If  ever  a 
young  person  does  something  wrong,  the 
people  won't  let  him  forget  it.  From  then 
on.  he's  "bad."  We  don't  have  a  recreation 
center,  and  even  though  some  of  us  offered 
to  help  collect  donations  for  one,  the  older 
people  have  let  it  slide.  A  lot  of  young  peo- 
ple hang  around  thedrugstore  because  they 
don't  have  anything  to  do.  The  ones  who 
have  cars  and  money  for  gas  try  to  find 
something  exciting  to  do.  The  other  ones 
have  nowhere  to  go.  They've  never  been 
taught  that  time  on  your  hands  is  a  chal- 
lenge to  your  imagination  and  initiative, 
that  finding  something  new  to  do  is  an  ex- 
citing game  which  may  unearth  hidden 
talents  and  fascinating  hobbies.  We  lucky 
people  who  have  wonderful  parent"  ami  .1 
happy  home  don't  have  so  many  troubles. 
But  even  we  get  bond  at  time*.  I  cannot 
offer  any  dilution  for  lhi«  situation,  but  1 
get  pretty  tind  ul  hearing  all  the  blame 
put  on  the  "kidn." 

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NOTE  HOW  LISTERINE  REDUCED  GERMS!  The  two  drawings  above  illustrate  height  of  range  in  germ  reductions  on  mouth  and  throat  surfaces  in  test  cases  before  and  after 
gargling  Listerine  Antiseptic.  Fifteen  minutes  after  gargling,  germ  reductions  up  to  96.7%  were  noted;  and  even  one  hour  after,  germs  were  still  reduced  as  much  as  809 


r  THE  FIRST  SYMPTOM  OF  A  COLD  OR  SORE  THROAT 

isterine  Antiseptic-Quick 


sterine  Antiseptic  reaches  way  back  on  the  throat  surfaces 
-  kill  "secondary  invaders".  .  .  the  very  types  of  germs 
lot  make  a  cold  more  troublesome. 

This  prompt  and  frequent  use  of  full  strength  Listerine 
nriseptic  may  keep  a  cold  from  getting  serious,  or  head 
off  entirely  ...  at  the  same  time  relieving  throat  irrita- 
on  when  due  to  a  cold. 

This  is  the  experience  of  countless  people  and  it  is 
icked  up  by  some  of  the  sanest,  most  impressive  re- 


search work  ever  attempted  in  connection  with  cold 
prevention  and  relief. 

Fewer  Colds  in  Tests 

Actual  tests  conducted  on  all  types  of  people  in  several 
industrial  plants  over  a  12  year  period  revealed  this 
astonishing  truth:  That  those  test  subjects  who  gargled 
Listerine  Antiseptic  twice  daily  had  fewer  colds  and 
usually  milder  colds  than  non-users,  and  fewer  sore 
throats  due  to  colds. 


Kills  "Secondary  Invaders" 

This  impressive  record  is  explained  by  Lis- 
terine Antiseptic's  germ-killing  action  ...  its 
ability  to  kill  threatening  "secondary  invaders" 
— the  very  types  of  germs  that  breed  in  the  mouth 

I and  throat  and  are  largely  responsible,  many  au- 
thorities say,  for  the  bothersome  aspects  of  a  cold. 
♦         When  you  gargle  with  Listerine  Antiseptic,  il 
reaches  way  back  on  throat  surfaces  and  kills 
millions  of  the  "secondary  invaders" — not  all  of 
them,  mind  you,  but  so  many  that  any  mass 
invasion  of  the  membrane  is  often  halted  and  infection 
thereby  checked. 

Reductions  up  to  96.7% 

Even  15  minutes  after  Listerine  Antiseptic  gargle,  tests 
have  shown  bacterial  reductions  on  mouth  and  throat 
surfaces  ranging  to  lX>.7%.  Up  to  80%  an  hour  afterward. 

No  matter  what  else  you  do,  gargle  with  Listerine 
Antiseptic  systematically  twice  a  day  and  oftener  when 
you  feel  a  cold  getting  started. 


Let's  be  frank  ...  Is  your  breath  on  the  agreeable  side?  Don't  run  risks. 

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Prove  it  yourself — fry  tonight 
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CRISCO  SALMON  TREATS 

(Makes  4  to  6  servings) 

These  creamy-rich  salmon  squares  make  a  Friday 
meal  a  real  occasion!  Just  use  Crisco's  "Tender- 
Crisp"  frying  guide  (given  below)  and  be  sure  of 
fried  foods  as  digestible  as  they  are  delicious! 

4  tablespoons  Crisco  1  Vj  cups  fine  crumbs 

4  tablespoons  flour  I'/j  cups  shredded  salmon 

1  teaspoon  salt  Vi  teaspoon  onion  juice 

V*  teaspoon  pepper  1  tablespoon  lemon  juice 

1  cup  milk  1  egg  +  2  tbsps.  water 

1  egg  Crisco  for  frying 

All  Measurements  Level:  Make  a  white  sauce  by 
blending  melted  Crisco,  flour  and  seasonings.  Add 
milk  and  cook  until  thick.  Cool  slightly.  Stir  in  1 
egg,  1  cup  of  the  crumbs,  salmon,  onion  and  lemon 
juice.  Pack  into  loaf  pan  and  chill.  Cut  slices  from 
loaf,  dip  in  remaining  crumbs,  then  in  egg  beaten  with 
water,  and  again  in  crumbs.  Fry  in  Crisco,  following 
Crisco's  frying  guide  below,  until  nicely  browned 
on  all  sides.  If  desired,  serve  with  spiced  fruit. 

Crisco's  "Tender-Crisp"  Pan  Frying  Guide: 

1.  Measure  Crisco  into  cold  skillet  and  heat  until 
completely  melted.  Then  add  food  and  fry  over 
medium  heal. 

2.  Correct  amount  of  Crisco  is  essential.  Follow 
this  chart  for  uncoated  foods': 

8"  diameter  2  to  3  tbsps. 

SIZE      '      all  -ii  1/ 
OF  PAN  (     9  diameter  V*  cup 

/    10"  diameter  Vj  cup 

*For  coalfd  foods,  inrrrase  amount  of  Crisco  by  <?  tbsps. 

3.  When  food  is  well  browned,  but  recipe  calls  for 
longer  cooking,  cover  skillet,  and  continue  cooking 

over  low  heal. 


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"Make  fragrant,  tender-crusted  apple  pie 
every  time — this  sure,  far  easier  way! 

EMPTY...  the  two  cartons  inside  the  Apple  Pyequick  package... 
apple  slices  in  one  bowl;  pie  crust  mix  in  another. 

POUR ....  water  on  the  flavory  apples  to  restore  orchard  freshness. 

Pyequick  apples  are  quick-dried  already  peeled  and  sliced 
— and  make  a  most  delicious  filling. 

ADD  water  to  the  Betty  Crocker  pie  crust  mix  and  roll  out. 

SWEETEN ....  the  apples  and  pour  juicy  filling  into  crust. 
Top  with  tender  pastry  and  bake. 

TIME  14  minutes  from  package  to  oven! 


99 


ME  CRUST 
MIX 


Ipple filling  plus  piecrust  mix... in  one  package! 


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franco-American  Beeffravy 
makes  me  meo/.' 


Made  from  the  juiees  of  selected  beef.. .with 
that  genuine  roasting  pan  flavor!  Delicious 
served  hot  with  any  meat  -  and  -  potato 
dinner.  On  sandwiches.  In  stews.  Or  add 
it  to  make  your  own  gravy  s-t -r-e-t-c-h. 


Franco-American 

BEEF  GRAVY 

MACARONI         •  SPAGHETTI 


U»<if  , 

(.over 


Stiff 


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REPRODUCED  FROM  THE  NEW  YORKER  BY  PERMISSION.  COPYRIGHT,  1947,  THE  NEW  YORKER  MAGAZINE,  INC. 


THK  lit  tie  tots,  the  darlings,  must 
be  looked  after.  Up  in  New  Hyde 
Park,  the  Civic  Association  has 
just  had  to  install  twelve  new  signs  to 
warn  motorists:  "Drive  slowly,  chil- 
dren at  play."  All  the  original  signs 
had  been  torn  down  by  children  at 
play.  ^ 

The  Ladies'  Home  Journal  pene- 
trates even  into  unhappy  war-  and 
starvation-ridden  Greece.  Laird  Archer, 
head  of  the  Near  East  Foundation,  sta- 
tioned in  Athens,  tells  us  about  an 
American  neighbor  of  his  there.  She  is 
the  wife  of  a  professor,  just  recently 
arrived.  When  she  went  into  the  kitchen, 
in  her  American  way,  to  show  her  Greek 
cook  how  to  make  a  certain  dish,  the 
cook  pulled  off  her  apron  and  threat- 
ened to  leave.  Greek  ladies  do  not 
go  into  kitchens  to  help  with  the 
cooking.  Greek  ladies  do  not  go  into 
kitchens — period.  The  professor's  wife 
was  at  a  complete  loss,  until  Mrs. 
Archer  gave  her  an  inspiration.  Opening 


up  the  Ladies'  Home  Journal,  she 
showed  her  cook  the  picture  of  a  pretty 
lady  mixing  a  salad  in  what  was  obvi- 
ously a  kitchen,  rolling  out  dough  for  a 
cake,  sliding  a  dish  into  a  high-powered 
refrigerator.  This  is  how  it's  done  in 
America,  was  the  idea,  and  the  cook  was 
completely  satisfied. 


Little  extra  stories  about  the 
Princesses  keep  seeping  on  t  of  Crawfie, 
She  remembers  that  one  day  Eliza- 
beth asked  to  borrow  her  hantlker- 
chief.  "Why  not.  use  your  own?" 
Crawfie  asked,  and  Klizabet  h  said, 
"Pm  just  like  father  that  way.  I  hate 
to  start  a  new  one!" 


The  mayor  of  one  of  our  large  East- 
ern cities  was  put  on  trial  in  Federal 
Court  for  income-tax  evasion.  His  de- 
fense was  simple:  "I  did  not  under- 
stand income-tax  forms,  because  I 
never  received  enough  education." 
(Continued  on  Page  16) 


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world- famous 

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Baker's  Chocolate  Chips  taste  better  and  hake 
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a  wonejprful  way  to  walk  ...  in  Walk-Over  Easi-Gaits  .  .  . 
you're  treadirtg  on  air.  .  .there's  a  gently  firm  touch 
under  your  arch  ..  .  everywhere  else  glove-soft, 
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(Continued  from  Page  14) 
Probably  everyone  knows  (this  de- 
partment tlitl  not  know!)  tliut  there 
were  no  horses  in  the  II  estern  hemi- 
sphere before  the  Spanish  conquista- 
dors brought  them  over  from  Spain* 

The  Tertiary  Inns,-  —  that  little  crea- 
ture about  the  size  of  n  dog —  ire  ore 

not  counting.  Hi-  tens  nut  a  horse  as 
ice  understand  horses. 

Tin.  Horses  ok  the  Conqi  est, 

by  H.  It.  Cunninghame  Graham,  from 
which  we  got  our  information,  is  a 
unique  book.  Perhaps  it  is  more  for  men 
than  for  women.  But  it  is  fascinating. 
We  see  the  Spanish  dons  on  horseback, 
in  heavy  armor,  pushing  through  forests 
of  enormous  trees,  macaws  screaming 
above  them,  parrots  chattering,  and 
alligators  disappearing  with  a  swirl  of 
their  tails  into  the  swamps.  To  the  lurk- 
ing Indians  these  apparitions  were  ter- 
rifying. To  them  man  and  horse  were 
one  flesh,  and  the  gunfire,  with  its 
smoke  and  echoing  thunder,  was  the 
bellowing  of  the  monstrous  animal. 

The  Spanish  horses  thai  were  sent 
over  lo  the  New  World  ill  ever]  shi|> 
thai  loll  the  Spanish  ports  were  the 
kind  that  >  elasquey.  painted — strong 
and  sloek>  (as  they  had  to  he  to  hear 
all  that  weight),  and  far  different  from 
their  descendants  of  todaj  with  their 
Ion::,  stilly  legs.  Thej  were  stable-fed 
and  domesticated,  hut  once  on  these 
shores  thej  soon  went  wild.  As  the 
conquistadors  and  their  descendants 
set  t  led  on  t  he  land,  so  t  he  horse's  made 

Imerica  their  own.  Nature  seemed  to 
he  read)  for  them.  In  fact,  no  other 
eon ii try  in  the  world  has  proved  more 
suitable  lor  horses  than  the  Vmerieas. 

Into  Northern  Mexico,  to  the  great 
prairies  of  Texas,  Arizona  and  New 
Mexico,  and  right  up  to  Canada,  the 
horses  brought  from  Spain  wandered 
ami  multiplied  in  countless  herds. 

This  is  not  only  the  story  of  piebalds, 
dark  chestnuts,  grays  and  golden  bays, 
but  of  Cortes,  the  Pizarros,  De  Soto  and 
the  others.  First  published  in  England 
in  1930,  it  is  now  in  its  first  American 
edition. 


When  Cora,  a  four-month-old  lion,  died 
in  the  Berlin  zoo,  everyone  mourned,  but 
most  of  all  Daisy,  a  boxer  dog.  Cora's 
mother  deserted  her  shortly  after  she  was 
born  and  Daisy  took  over.  She  nursed 
Cora,  kept  her  alive,  and  loved  her  deeply. 
Can't  you  see  those  great  drooling  jatvs 
note  drooped  in  sadness? 


With  Russia  trj  ing  to  stir  up  trouble 
within  all  the  countries  of  the  world, 
as  is  her  policj .  we  in  America  have  to 

fortif)  oUrselves.  W  e  have  to  learn  to 

recognize  the  subtleties  of  ruthless 
propaganda;  hut  more  than  that,  we 
have  !<•  see  to  it  that  the  accusations 

hurled  at   us  are  groundless.  One  of 

the  inosi  violent  charges  i-  that  of 
prejudice.  In  the  hmad  view  of  the 
country,  this  is  unjust.  We  are  not  a 
narrow  people.  \\  e  are  young  and  un- 
tired.  We  want  everyone  i<>  have  a 
chance.  Km  it  Is  a  charge  thai  we  can- 
not lake  lightly. 

Following  are  a  few  books  out  of  the 
many  that  hare  been  written,  which  show 
what  brother  hood  is  in  the  truest  sense  of 
the  word,  and  how  we  in  America  have 
achieved  it.  Any  one  of  these  books  will 
make  one  feel  better.  Together  they  should 
go  a  long  way  in  strengthening  our  native 
food  will. 

THE GH  Mist  siom  EVEHTOLDi 
by  lotion  Hornier  ( I  loublcday  and 
Co.  $2.?>f>).  The  story  of  Our  l-ord  writ- 
ten with  refreshing  simplicity. 

((  milium  ./  OH  F>ff  lu) 


JUST  SQUEEZE 
FLEXIBLE  BOTTLE! 

"DEW" 

SPRAYS  ITSELF  ON! 


Only*'  DEW" 
Gives  You  All  6 
Important  Advantages 


,:1 


7  STOPS  ODOR  INSTANTLY!  Yet 

absolutely  safe.  Can't  irritate  normal 
skin.  "DEW"  protects  you,  protects 
your  clothes. 

2  CHECKS  PERSPIRATION  I  Keeps  you 
socially  secure  24  hours  a  day. 

3  CONTAINS    RETSELANE!  Only 

"DEW"  can  use  this  amazing  new 
ingredient. 

4  SAVES  MONEY  I  Year's  supply  only 
98c  plus  tax  —  less  than  2c  a  week! 

5  DAINTIER  THAN  CREAMS  I  Not 

messy.  Never  touches  hands,  nails. 
Dries  quickly.  Men,  too,  like  "DEW". 

6  MAGICAL  SPRAY 
BOTTLE  I  Unbreak- 
able, squeezable. 


WHEN  YOU  "DEW"  YOU  DON'T  Egg 


sme  EYE-GENE 

EYE-OPENING  TEST  THRILLS  MANY! 


Eyes,  so  tired  you  want  to 

close  them  lor  reliel?  ...    2  d(ops  ma|l.  M%  s„lttm 

'   dillerence  in  SECON0S' 

lire  fiim-miil iiiu.  Hdnflii* 

..I  uHillnnit  KYK-liKNK  in  em  Ii  eye  limit"  uwiiy 
I  lull   lired.  Btrniiied.  irriliileil  l""k  mid  feeling  " 

<  /••    clniiniil  ii  allv  li((litM  n|>  vmir  ^^•Uf 

«l  M-r<  ntSafoEYE  t ; K N l-y^0„Mj» ,« 

im  lik*'  •  i  I          I. >i  vmir  i  vi-k  Hwil  (  (i„„j  Hiiuitk»»Fl"t 

•vary  dny.  'l,'C.  110c,  $1  in  li/inilv  N*.* 

eye  illii|i|lir  IhiIIIik  III    I  ' '  '  1 1'  K  i  -  >  ' 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


Youll  he  fit 

to  be  eyed 


Who  could  ask  for  lovelier  surroundings?  Soft,  tubbable 
broadcloths  .  .  .  hug-u-close  satin  elastics  .  .  .  whisper-light 
nvlons  prettified  with  dainty  embroidery.  In  the  loveliest 
colors  under  the  sun. 

Lovely?  Yes!  But  a  Warner's  3-Way -Sized  bra  has  a 
lovelv  way  of  fitting,  too.  So  make  yourself  comfy  and  pick 
the  Warner's  bras  that  were  made  for  you  alone  — 3  Ways  — 
in  cup,  band  and  uplift. 

Whether  you're  on  an  expense  account  or  an  explain 
account,  y  ou'll  find  Warner's  bras  fit  every  purse  size,  too. 
They  begin  at  $1.00. 


V-i 


Warners  Bra  #2290.  White,  pink  broadcloth.  $1.50 


2 Choose  your  Land  
No  wonder  women  call  Warner's  the  band  leader.  You  can 
choose  from  bras  with  no  bands,  narrow  bands,  deep  bands  or 
elastic  bands.  All  fit  smoothly  without  binding  or  under-tlie-arm 
spread.  Bra  above  takes  the  new  low-cut  plunge  in  soft  but 
sturdy  broadcloth. 


Mrners 


Foundations  and  Bras 


Warners  Bra  #2076.  White  broadcloth.  $2.00 

1 Choose  your  cup  size  
Warner's  believe  in  form  letters— A.  AA,  B.  C.  CC  and  D.  that  is. 
It  means  you  can  choose  from  6  cup  sizes.  Bra  above  comes  in  ABC 
cups.  Undercups  are  French  stitched  for  a  lovely,  natural  uplift.  Elastic 
gore  between  cups  for  breathe-easy  comfort. 


WORLD  FAMOUS  FOR  LE  CANT*     •     A'lURE'     ■      STA-UF-TOP*      •  "FREE-UFT 
WARNER  ETTE* 

•Reg.  U.  S.  Pat.  Off.,  The  Warner  Brothers  Co.,  New  York  16,  Chicago  6,  San  Francisco  8 


Warner's  Bra  #2299.  White,  pink  nylon.  $3.50 

Q  Choose  your  uplift  

(J  Warner's  bras  give  you  a  bea-YOt  -tiful  uplift  . .  .  with  the  ac  cent 
on  YOU.  Today  fashion  insists  that  your  undercover  agents  give  you  a 
natural,  rounded  look.  You'll  be  lovelier  -naturally-  in  the  bras  you 
pick  from  Warner's  many  styles  and  fabrics.  Bra  above  is  nylon  taffeta 
with  embroidered  nylon  marquisette  top.  At  finer  stores. 


FRILLY  LILIES" 

A  few  minutes  of  easy  "kitchen  gar- 
dening" and  you  can  garland  the 
ham  with  lilies  that  will  set  every- 
body at  your  table  talking  !  They're 
made  ot  crisp  carrots  with  slim 
green  pepper  or  green  bean  sta- 
mens. Just  be  sure  the  ham  is  ever- 
delicious  Switt's  Premium  .  .  .  then 
follow  the  easy  cooking  directions  on 
the  tag  that  comes  with  every  ham. 
Give  it  Martha  Logan's  F.aster-gold 
glaze  .  .  .  and  wait  tor  the  compli- 
ments. You  won't  have  to  wait  long ! 

Get  easy  directions  for  the  "Frilly 
Lilies"  and  Easter-gold  glaze  from  your 
meat  dealer  when  you  order  your  Swift's 
Premium  Ham  ...  or  write  Martha 
Logan,  Dept.  PH-i,  Chicago  9,  Illinois. 


. . .  the  kind  that's  always  grand ! 


FOR  a  crowd  or  a  couple,  Swift's  Premium 
Ham  makes  Easter  dinner  a  festive  feast. 
That  wonderful  sugar-mellow  flavor  never  varies. 
Every  rosy  bite  is  sure  to  be  tender  yet  firm. 

For  thanks  to  a  unique  system  of  quality  con- 
trol, Swift's  Premium  is  always  perfect.  Prom  the 


careful  choosing;  of  each  ham,  through  the  Brown- 
Sugar-Cure  and  oven-smoking  over  hardwood 
fires,  a  long  series  of  controls  assures  uniformity. 

Whenever  or  wherever  you  buy  it  .  .  .  Swift's 
Premium  Ham  is  delectablv,  dependably  the  same. 
No  wonder  it's  the  best-liked  ham  in  all  America! 


Look!  New  kind  of  branding 
shows  on  slices,  too! 


SWIFTS  PREMIUM  Ham  is  perfect  every  time 


EASTER  FEAST  FOR  2:  Hash  fat  on 
1H"  center  slice  of  Swift's  Premium  Ham. 
Bake  in  slow  oven  (.325°  P.)  about  l'/?  firs. 
Increase  oven  heat  to  400''  F.    Mix  'A  c. 

pineapple  preserve  and  1  tbsp  prepared 

mustard;  spread  on  top  of  ham.    Bake  30 


Ante rica ' s  fa vo rite  ha m 
comes  in  2  styles: 
/Hue  I  Jibe  I,  for  easy 
home  cooking ; 
Red  Label,  fully  tooled. 

NOTE:  Nol  so-called  "rcudy- 
lo-cm"  .  .  .  but  rcnlly, 
ilclicioiisly  fully  conked  tin 
you'd  do  il  ill  home ! 


COME-AOAIN  SHORTCAKE:  Mix  bak- 
ing powder  biecuil  doughi  using  ^  c.  flour. 

Add  1  \<i  c.  drained,  whole  kernel  corn 
Bake  IB  two  8*  layers  Heal  .'!  c.  diced, 
cooked  Swift's  Premium  Ham  and  !i  c. 

diced  green  pepper  hn  2  <■.  med.  while 


Swift's  unique  system 
of  quality-control 
assures  you  the  same 
superbly  mellow  flavor, 
the  same  delicious 
tenderness,  in  every 
Swift's  Premium  Hum. 


19 


|)nly  Duffs  Makes 
'rize  Gingerbread 

Like  This ! 


★  HIGHER  AND  RICHER  .  .  . 
★  CRISPER  CRUSTED  .  .  .  *  MORE 
CITING,  MELT-IN -YOUR-MOUTH  FLAVOR 
than  time-taking  home  recipes! 
ALSO  COSTS  LESS! 


A  Product  of 
AMERICAN  HOME  FOODS 


And  Only  Duffs 

Makes  Prize 
Vaffles  Like  These ! 


★  LIGHTER  AND  CRUNCHER... 
★  EVENER,  MORE  GOLDEN  BROWN  .  .  . 
★  RICHER  TASTING  .  .  . 
than  time-taking  home  recipes! 
AND  LESS  EXPENSIVE! 


(Continued  from  Page  16) 

Families  of  America,  by  George 
Sessions  Perry  (Whittlesey  House, 
S3.00).  Nine  families  of  different  cul- 
tural backgrounds  that  have  been  suc- 
cessful in  identifying  themselves  with 
American  life. 

American  Me,  by  Beatrice  Grif- 
fith (Houghton,  Mifflin,  $3.50).  The 
story  of  our  Mexican  minority,  told  in 
its  own  language  of  poetry- 

American  Spiritual  Autobiog- 
raphies, Louis  Finkelstein,  ed.  (Har- 
per and  Bros.,  S4.00).  Fifteen  short  self- 
portraits  of  Americans  of  different  faiths 
and  backgrounds,  all  of  whom  have 
made  valuable  contributions  to  our  life 
or  thought. 

Punishment  Without  Crime, 

by  S.  Andhil  Fineberg  (Doubleday 
and  Co.  $3.50).  Practical  cures  of  the 
major  social  plague  of  prejudice,  made 
into  pleasant  and  instructive  reading. 


A  lady  in  Los  Angeles  reported  to  the 
police  in  1912  that  her  brooch  watch 
had  been  stolen.  (Remember,  any  of 
you,  those  watches  hanging  from 
fleur-de-lis  pins?)  The  officer  in 
charge  asked  her  if  she  could  give  him 
the  serial  number,  and  she  said  she 
would  have  to  look  it  up  and  call  him 
back.  On  November  20, 1919,  she  called 
up.  "Here's  the  serial  number  of  that 
watch,"  she  said.  "I  had  it  in  a  note- 
book all  the  time."  The  officer  in 
charge  on  November  20,  1949,  was 
thirty-six  years  old.  The  watch  had 
been  stolen  a  year  before  he  was  born. 


For  the  "be-cheerful"  department: 
Knopf,  the  publisher,  recently  received 
an  order  for  Joan  Bennett's  book, 
How  to  be  Attractive,  from  an 
inmate  of  a  Midwestern  penitentiary. 


Joan  Bennett 

This  book,  incidentally,  came  out  in 
1943  and  still  sells  between  50  and  100 
copies  a  month.  It  has  sold,  in  all,  about 
17,000  copies,  which  certainly  should 
do  something  for  the  pulchritude  of  a 
large  number  of  American  females. 


Here  are  some  highly  readable  books 
for  these  windy  March  evenings  at 
home  by  the  fire: 

The  Parasites,  by  Daphne  du 
Maurier.  Novel  of  a  superartistic, 
temperamental  English  family  that  may 
well  be  her  own.  Besides  being  the 
author  of  Rebecca,  and  daughter  of 
Gerald  du  Maurier,  the  famous  actor- 
manager,  Daphne  du  Maurier  is  Lady 
Browning,  wife  of  Sir  Frederick  Brown- 
ing, who  is  treasurer  of  Princess  Eliza- 
beth's household  in  Clarence  House. 
(Continued  on  l'jge  21) 


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Group  by  Drexel,  exclusive  at  the  fine  stores  listed 
here.  Such  a  thrifty  price  to  pav  for  the  timeless 
beauty  of  figured  mahoganv  on  selected  cabinet  hard- 
woods! So  remarkably  reasonable,  when  you  look  at 
the  dust-proofing,  the  center-guided  drawers  dove- 


tailed at  all  four  corners,  the  sturdy  construction, 
and  the  gleaming,  hand-rubbed  26-step  finish. 

Choose  your  favorites  from  this  open-stock  group- 
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42nd  Street.  New  York  18,  N.  Y.  Look  for  the  "by 
Drexel"  brandmark.  proof  of  fine  craftsmanship. 


Three-piece  bedroom,  including  Mr. 
and  \I  rs.  Dresser.  ( Ihest -oil-Chest,  and 
Panel  Red  (double  or  single')  for  only 


(Nigfa  Stand  S29.50  extra) 


it* 


\  anit>  with  \our  choir  | 
swinging  or  hanging  nil 

m 

\  anity  !'»•  n  h    .    .    $]  . 


You  ran  have  this  Drew 
Lo«-Foot  Panel  Hod  (sin; 
or  double),  and  ibis  Chest 
for 


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The  Mating  Sk\so\,  by  /'.  c. 
H  odehousp.  Good  Wodehouse,  which 
means  Jeeves  and  Bertie  Wooster,  and 
a  lively  assortment  of  comic  aunts, 
atheist  policeman,  Hollywood  beauty 
who  wants  to  farm,  and  ribald  large  dog. 

Diamonds  to  Amsterdam,  by 
Manning  Coles.  Manning  Coles  can 
never  again  hope  to  do  as  good  a  book 
as  either  his  Toast  to  Tomorrow  or  his 
Drink  to  Yesterday,  but  this  one  is  way 
above  the  average  whodunit. 

Home  Town,  by  Cleveland  A  mory, 
author  of  The  Proper  Bostonians,  is  a 
very  amusing  picture  of  publicity  tac- 
tics in  the  book  world,  interspersed 
with  a  few  scenes  in  an  Arizona  mining 
town  as  a  foil. 


All  of  us  actively  engaged  in  this 
highly  mechanized  world  are  living  hy 
"linear"  time — hy  clockwork,  by 
chronological  time.  But  children  are 
not.  Nor  are  the  Gaels  of  the  wild 
northwest  of  Ireland, nor  the  Buddhist 
Ceylonese,  nor  the  American  Indians. 
To  them  the  present  is  but  a  bridge 
between  the  "enduring  past"  and 
the  "enduring  future."  Their  tradi- 
tions carry  through  from  far  behind 
the  veils  of  history.  The  Pueblos  and 
the  Navahos  and  the  Apaches,  on  the 
great  high  desert  lands  of  the  South- 
west, have  been  on  these  lands  since 
the  Stone  Age.  Their  myths,  their  re- 
ligions, their  song  and  dance  and  ri- 
tual drama,  even  their  crafts  and  their 
costumes,  are  thousands  of  years  old. 
And  they  believe  that  they  are  old 
themselves,  as  the  land  is  old — eternal 
as  it  is  eternal.  These  people  are  pa- 
tient. They  can  wait  and  endure  and 
suffer,  if  need  be,  because  they  are 
part  of  the  past  and  the  future. 

This  philosophical  curio  percolated 
through  into  the  innocent  mind  of  your 
reader  while  reading  Patterns  and 
Ceremonials  of  the  Indians  of 
the  Southwest,  a  beautiful  revealing 
book  by  John  Collier,  the  Indian 
expert. 

Then  we  read  a  newspaper  item:  An 
Indian  was  arrested  for  tying  another 
Indian  to  a  team  of  horses  and  dragging 
him  a  mile,  lorn  and  bleeding,  across 
desert  rocks  and  cactus.  The  man  who  was 
dragged  had  assaulted  a  girl,  and  the 
other  was  taking  tribal  revenge  upon  him — 
an  old  Indian  custom. 

And  the  thought  came  to  us  that, 
after  all,  this  timeless  civilization  of  the 
Indians  exists  in  the  midst  of  our  own 
pushing  world,  and  we  cannot  close  our 
eyes  to  the  Indians'  practical  needs,  the 
greatest  of  which,  we  are  told,  is  for 
adequate  education.  On  the  reserva- 
tions, education  is  said  to  be  on  a  pretty 
low  level,  culturally  speaking.  The  cur- 
riculum is  directed  toward  a  "land- 
based  economy."  It  trains  the  Indian 
to  be  a  farm  worker,  but  makes  it  almost 
impossible  for  him  to  get  to  college.  The 
reservations  need  Indian  men  and 
women  as  teachers,  doctors,  lawyers, 
nurses,  ministers,  administrators.  And 
where  are  they  going  to  get  them?  .  .  . 
If  you  are  interested,  get  in  touch  with 
The  Association  on  American  Indian 
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PUBLIC  AFFAIRS   DEPARTMENT     •    Edited  by  MARVARET  HM  KEY 


CURATIVE  WORKSHOP. . . 


Jobs  tor  Volunteers 

By  MARGARET  HICKEY 

EHABILITATION"  gives  promise  of  new  life  and  new 
lope.  Veterans  are  receiving,  as  they  should,  every 
possible  assistance  in  learning  to  live  and  work  satis- 
factorily despite  disabilities.  But  for  every  ex-soldier  who 
needs  curative  therapy,  medical  experts  tell  us,  there  are 
eight  civilians. 

In  all,  the  total  number  of  physically  handicapped  is  es- 
timated to  be  28,000,000.  The  Federal  Security  Agency  places 
at  1,500,000  the  number  of  civilians  who  could  benefit  from 
vocational  rehabilitation  immediately.  According  to  Dr. 
Howard  A.  Rusk,  of  New  York  University  Medical  School, 
there  are  5,000,000  homemakers  who  cannot  meet  their  re- 
sponsibilities because  of  disabilities  incurred  through  accident 
or  disease.  It  is  estimated  that  1000  housewives  every  day  suffer 
accidents  that  will  incapacitate  them  for  a  month  or  more. 

So  many  persons,  young  and  old,  might  be  able  to  lead  near- 
normal  lives  if  they  could  get  the  necessary  care  and  treat- 
ment. Many  curative  workshops  are  being  opened  throughout 
the  country.  But  hundreds  more  must  be  developed. 

Volunteers  Can  Help 

Work  in  rehabilitation  centers  can  be  deeply  satisfying. 
Many  clubs  and  organizations  such  as  the  Altrusa  Club,  of 
Green  Bay,  Wisconsin,  have  been  instrumental  in  establishing 
new  curative  workshops.  Their  members  serve  as  volunteer 
workers.  Professional  service,  of  course,  must  be  given  by 
doctors,  nurses  and  trained  therapists. 

The  Junior  Leagues  have  been  leaders  among  clubs  and 
organizations  in  this  field.  The  Wilmington  Junior  League 
founded  in  1945  the  Delaware  Curative  Workshop  with  head- 
quarters in  the  handsome  and  historic  old  Episcopal  Bishop- 
stead  in  Wilmington.  More  than  600  patients  had  been  treated 
in  the  workshop  before  the  end  of  1949.  This  number  would 
have  been  much  greater  if  more  building  space  had  been 
available.  The  workshop  was  taken  over  by  the  United  Fund 
(Community  Chest)  of  Wilmington  in  1947.  Members  of  the 
Junior  League  continue  as  regular  volunteers. 

When  studies  showed  the  need  for  a  rehabilitation  center  in 
Westchester  County,  New  York,  the  Scarsdale  Junior  League 
took  the  lead  in  the  establishment  of  Mobility,  Inc.,  which 
opened  in  May,  1949.  In  the  first  seven  months,  81  patients 
received  training  for  active  and  useful  living.  The  League 
raised  $4000,  and  interested  individuals  another  $1600,  to 
help  defray  expenses.  Space  is  provided  by  the  trustees  of  the 
Burke  Foundation,  a  convalescent  home,  at  White  Plains. 
Organizations  and  individuals  gave  the  equipment.  And  the 
New  York  Association  for  Crippled  Children  assured  $15,000 
for  operation  the  first  year.  The  center's  professional  staff  of 
6  is  assisted  by  70  volunteers,  who  must  report  regularly  for 
work  as  receptionists,  typists,  and  aides  in  physical  and 
occupational  therapy. 

Human  Salvage 

Rshabilitation  centers  cannot  always  work  miracles.  Not 
all  patients  will  be  able  to  take  up  their  lives  as  they  were 
before  disaster  fell.  But  many  can  regain  economic  inde- 
pendence, and  still  others  can  attain  success  in  caring  for 
themselves.  It  is  the  little  things  that  count— to  be  able  to  tic 
your  own  shoe,  comb  your  hair  or  button  your  shirt.  Let's 
do  our  part  to  help  people  help  themselves.  THE  END 


III  Green  Bay,  Wisconsin 


WATCH  Bricky  Bills  walking  to  school  some  morning.  He  has  a  self- 
confident  swagger,  and  no  limp  at  all.  Sometimes,  as  he  goes  along,  he 
stops  to  pitch  his  baseball  high  in  the  air,  and  catch  it  with  his  new 
professional  fielder's  glove.  Baseball  is  his  current  enthusiasm.  You'd  never 
know  that  polio  hit  him  hard  two  years  ago,  when  he  was  just  eleven.  You 
couldn't  guess  that  Bricky  spent  almost  three  months  in  the  Green  Bay, 
Wisconsin,  hospital  and  that  his  parents  despaired  over  his  dragging  left 
foot  and  almost  immobilized  left  arm,  when  he  finally  returned  home. 

"My  husband  and  I  secretly  wondered  if  Bricky  ever  would  walk  nor- 
mally again,"  Mrs.  Bills  explains  now.  "He  was  well  and  safe  at  home.  For 
that  we  were  very  thankful.  But  we  desperately  wanted  to  see  him  able  to 
take  up  the  normal  activities  of  boyhood.  We  consulted  an  orthopedic 
specialist  in  Milwaukee.  He  told  us  Bricky  needed  special  massage,  exercises 
and  hydrotherapy.  We  told  him  we'd  heard  about  a  new  Curative  Workshop 
just  opened  in  Green  Bay.  He  came  back  with  us  to  inspect  it,  and  assured 
us  it  was  as  well  equipped  and  staffed  as  any  therapy  center  he  had  ever 
seen." 

So  Bricky  Bills  started  daily  treatments  at  the  new  Curative  \\  orkshop 
in  Green  Bay  in  October,  1948.  The  therapist  taught  Mrs.  Bills  how  (.> 
supplement  the  treatment  Bricky  received  at  the  Workshop  w  ith  additional 
massage  and  exercise  at  home.  As  Bricky  improved,  his  physician  suggested 
daily  swims  at  the  "Y"  pool  and  a  daily  workout  with  a  punching  bag.  Bj 
Christmas,  Bricky  had  shown  so  much  improvement  that  lie  was  able  to 
stop  Workshop  treatments. 

"When  I  started  at  the  Workshop,"  Bricky  said,  "I  couldn't  move  my 
arm  any  more  than  this"  (moving  his  arm  not  at  all).  "But  now  ,1  can  throw 
a  ball  and  catch  it  in  my  left  hand.  And  I'm  (Continued  .»<  Page  239) 


PHOTO  BY  MYRON  DAVIS 


This  wheelchair  patient  is  a  victim  of  polio.  She  is  learning  to 
walk  again  in  Green  Bays  Curative  Workshop,  wlvere  she  is  met 
on  the  ramp  by  friendly  Margaret  Datzman,  chief  therapist. 


24 


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March, 


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id 


Cashmere  Bouquet 
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than  most  other  leading 
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LADIES'  HOME  JOI  IINM. 


Very 
personally 
yours 

The  day's  planned  for  action— and  you  don't 
retreat.  Why  should  you  — when  the  new,  softer 
Kotex  answers  your  need  for  comfort  so 
completely? 

Comfort  such  as  you'd  naturally  expect  from 
the  napkin  made  to  stay  soft  while  you  wear  it. 
Yes!  Because  this  softness  holds  its  shape. 

You  shrug  off  every  nagging  doubt.  For  the 
flat  pressed  ends  of  Kotex  banish  revealing 
outlines.  And  there's  that  special  safety  center, 
to  assure  you  of  extra  protection.  So  .  .  . 

Need  you  lose  even  a  single  hour,  with  Kotex  as 
your  protector?  With  your  choice  of  Regular, 
Junior.  Super,  providing  for  your  own 
requirements?  Surely  not,  when  such  comfort 
—  peace  of  mind— can  be  very  personally  yours. 


Super  KotCX  in  the  Brown 
Box  extra  absorhenev  for 
more-than-averaRe  needs. 


Regular  Kotex  in  the  Blue 

Box— perfectly  suited  to  the 
needs  of  most  women. 


Junior  Kotex  in  the  Green 
Box  for  women  who  prefer 
a  slightly  narrower  napkin. 


women  choose  Kotex*  than  all  other  sanitary  napkins 


26 


Maid 


arnaee 


Work 


By  il.lt  tiHt  It  Mt.  A  HAMS 

Ph.  D.,  Pennsylvania  State  College 
Department  of  Psychology 


<m€iweYry?j  /m  #ft&/s/ejt  e4  a  /Area/. 


The  Triangle  :  A  Growing  Menace 

THE  other  woman,  so  familiar  as  a  character  in 
fiction,  figures  more  and  more  prominently  in 
modern  life.  Triangle  situations  bulk  ever 
larger  in  the  practice  of  the  marriage  counselor;  in 
fact,  a  recent  poll  of  several  counselors  with  large 
practices  disclosed  that  more  than  half  their  cases  in- 
volved triangles.  The  number  of  such  problems  has 
undoubtedly  doubled  within  the  past  ten  years. 
What's  more,  the  wife,  instead  of  the  husband,  is  in- 
creasingly likely  to  be  involved. 

Reasons  for  this  startling  increase  are  not  clear. 
One  fact  may  be  the  instability  of  war  marriages, 
many  of  which  were  hasty  and  ill-advised.  Another  is 
that  as  the  employment  of  women  in  business  and  in- 
dustry increases,  so  do  the  opportunities  for  men  and 
women  to  associate  outside  the  domestic  setting.  A 
generation  ago,  a  misunderstood  husband  was  not 
likely  to  find  another  woman  to  sympathize  with  him 
unless  he  actively  looked  for  her;  today  she  may  be  at 
the  next  desk. 

Similarly,  other  circumstances  of  modern  life  facil- 
itate flirtations,  or  even  actually  encourage  them.  In 
the  anonymity  of  a  city,  it  is  easier  to  carry  on  a 
secret  affair  than  in  a  small  town — and  today,  70  per 
cent  of  the  population  lives  in  cities.  Liquor  may 
have  little  effect  on  the  well-adjusted  personality,  but 
too  often  it  releases  needed  brakes  from  an  unstable 
one.  The  fashion  of  separating  married  couples  at 
parties  and  pairing  them  off  with  other  husbands  and 
wives  lends  an  aura  of  approval  and  glamour  to  a 
flirtation — and  many  a  serious  affair  develops  from 
such  a  chance  beginning. 

Whatever  the  sociological  factors  responsible,  all 
triangles  have  one  basic  explanation  in  common.  One 
or  both  partners  must  be  dissatisfied  with  the  mar- 
riage before  a  triangle  can  develop.  It's  safe  to  say 
that  no  other  man  or  woman  can  break  up  a  truly 
happy  marriage.  If  you  are  happy  in  your  marriage,  no 
outsider  is  a  threat — provided  your  husband  feels  the 
same  way. 

But  married  happiness  can  never  be  taken  for 
granted.  The  best  safeguard  against  the  influence  of 
another  woman  is  constant  attention  to  the  quality  of 
your  marriage.  You  expect  your  husband  to  continue 
his  efforts  to  advance  in  his  field;  similarly  you  should 
continue  your  efforts  to  improve  in  your  job  as  house- 
keeper, mother  and  wife.  In  your  preoccupation  with 
the  practical  demands  of  homemaking,  don't  overlook 
your  husband's  need  for  your  understanding  and  love. 

In  observing  this  general  rule,  check  yourself  on 
these  specific  points: 

•  W alch  your  appearance.  Because  men's  jobs  take 
them  into  the  puBlic  eye,  they  are  likely  to  be  pre- 
-eritable  a  greater  share  of  the  time  than  are  women. 
"Dressing  up"  for  special  occasions  is  not  enough;  it's 
at  least  as  important  to  look  your  best  at  home.  An 
attractive  wife  at  the  breakfast  table  is  severe  competi- 
tion for  the  pretty  secretary  across  the  desk. 

•  Select  your  friends  carefully.  Avoid  any  group,  bow- 
ever  fashionable,  who  seek  llieir  satisfactions  outside 
marriage,  rather  than  within. 

•  Avoid  temptation  for  yourself  or  your  husband. 
It's  dangerous  to  yield  to  the  impulse  to  confide  in  a 
masculine  friend,  however  understanding  he  may  be. 
And  make  sure  that  whenever  your  husband  need* 
a  sympathetic  listener,  you  are  available  to  oblige. 


•  Cultivate  your  capacity  for  companionship,  for  it  is 
one  of  men's  fundamental  goals  in  marriage.  During 
courtship,  your  husband  thought  you  a  desirable 
companion.  Do  you  give  him  reason  to  think  so  still? 

It  is  easier  to  avoid  a  triangle  than  to  destroy  one. 
Prevention  is  by  far  the  best  remedy.  If  your  mar- 
riage satisfies  you  both,  then  neither  need  fear  a  rival. 

Just  Bad  Lurk 

THOUGH  most  failures  in  marriage  can  be  traced  to 
the  characteristics  and  attitudes  of  one  or  both 
partners,  this  is  not  always  the  case.  Some  marriages 
fail  through  sheer  force  of  circumstance — or  bad 
luck.  Even  though  two  people  are  well  suited  and 
deeply  in  love,  factors  outside  their  own  personalities 
may  create  tensions  sufficiently  disturbing  to  wreck 
the  marriage. 

All  marriages  are  subject  to  environmental  strains. 
Just  as  every  individual  must  withstand  some  misfor- 
tunes not  of  his  own  making,  so  must  every  marriage. 
It  is  impossible  to  avoid  all  stresses,  but  much  can  be 
done  to  minimize  their  disastrous  effect. 

It  is  important  to  recognize  the  outside  sources 
most  likely  to  produce  conflict.  A  problem  defined  is 


Are  You  Too  Inhibited? 

Everybody  needs  some  inhibitions,  but  too  many 
result  in  timidity,  lack  of  self-confidence,  and  an 
unwholesome  dependence  upon  others.  After 
carefully  reading  these  questions,  answer  them 
yes  or  no. 

1.  Are  you  very  modest  and  dignified? 

2.  Does  it  awe  you  to  meet  a  celebrity? 

3.  Would  you  rather  stand  than  take  a  front 

seat? 

4.  Is  it  difficult  for  you  to  talk  to  strangers? 

5.  Do  you  frequently  seek  advice  from  others? 

6.  Will  you  usually  overlook  a  waiter's  poor 

service? 

7.  Do  you  find  it  hard  to  make  up  your  mind? 

8.  Can  persistent  salesmen  usually  get  you  to 

listen? 

9.  Do  you  often  feel  that  happiness  passes  you 

by? 

10.  Will  you  let  an  inferior  opponent  win  occa- 

sionally? 

11.  Do  dreams,  nightmares  or  insomnia  dis- 

turb you? 

12.  Is  it  hard  for  you  to  work  without  praise? 

13.  Are  your  manners  correct  or  nearly  perfect? 

14.  Does  it  bother  you  to  meet  strangers? 

15.  Is  it  difficult  for  you  to  cat  at  times? 

16.  Arc  you  unsure  of  your  husband's  (sweet- 

heart 'n)  love? 

17.  Do  you  have  to  make  excuses  for  bis  con- 

ducl '! 

lit.  Is  il  hard  to  show  your  love  to  hilll? 

I')    Doc*  bis  frankness  Or  criticism  upset  you? 

20.   Arc  you  uneasy  when  with  bis  relatives? 

Count  your  "Yts"  answers.  Scores  of  7-9  suggest 
overinliibilion  and  restraint.  It  ith  u  him  score  of  10  or 
limit',  you  mUSt  loOSeil  up  and  li  t  <;//  strain.  Hut  nitli  a 
score  of  2  or  less  you  are  probably  uninhibited  anil 
rather  annoying  to  your  friends  at  times. 


already  partly  solved.  The  disrupters  below  arc  nut 
necessarily  listed  in  order,  but  are  those  which  most 
often  result  in  distress. 

•  In-law  interference.  Some  parents  cannot  help  try- 
ing to  guide  and  direct  their  married  children,  and 
hence  their  children's  marriages.  Such  efforts,  how- 
ever  well  meant,  nevertheless  threaten  the  inde- 
pendent status  of  the  marriage.  Don't  discuss  your 
problems  with  either  your  parents  or  your  husband's, 
Take  them  to  him.  Then,  and  only  then,  if  you  bonj 
wish,  you  can  safely  consult  in-laws;  but  by  then  you 
may  not  need  to. 

•  Unsatisfactory  housing.  The  housing  shortage  lias 
forced  many  couples  to  live  on  a  make-do  basis— by 
doubling  up  with  friends  or  relatives,  by  spending 
more  than  they  can  afford,  or  by  accepting  inconven- 
ient or  isolated  quarters.  None  of  these  arrangements 
is  better  than  a  makeshift,  and  each  exacts  its  penalty. 
Doubling  up  means  loss  of  privacy  and  independence; 
overspending  to  rent  or  buy  a  home  means  penny 
pinching  elsewhere;  inconvenience  is  a  constant  irri- 
tation. But  none  of  these  difficulties  is  of  itself  a  threat 
to  your  marriage;  it  is  your  attitude — and  your  hus- 
band's— which  can  prevent  a  temporary  hardship  from 
creating  a  major  problem.  If  your  home  is  not  what 
you  wish,  at  least  you  share  it  with  your  husband— 
and  that  is  what  you  married  for. 

•  Job  difficulties  centering  around  the  husband's 
work — his  hours,  his  transportation,  his  rate  of  ad- 
vancement— while  they  can  seldom  be  eliminated, 
can  be  minimized  as  a  source  of  tension  if  the  wife  is 
willing  to  adapt  her  schedule  to  her  husband's  re- 
quirements. The  situation  becomes  more  difficult  if 
the  wife  also  works,  for  the  household  routine  must 
provide  for  the  needs  of  two  wage  earners  instead  of 
one.  Generally  speaking,  the  chances  of  a  marriage's 
succeeding  are  lessened  if  the  wife  continues  to  work. 
Nevertheless,  like  all  major  decisions  affecting  a  mar- 
riage, this  question  should  be  decided  by  both,  rather 
than  by  either  partner's  seeking  to  impose  an  answer 
on  the  other. 

•  Poor  health  of  either  partner  is  a  nerve  strain  for 
both;  conversely,  prolonged  nerve  strain  can  produce 
poor  health.  Periodic  physical  checkups  are  always 
advisable;  and  the  wife  should  see  to  it  that  the  rou- 
tine provides  sufficient  rest,  recreation  and  relaxation 
for  both. 

•  Keeping  up  appearances.  No  one  can  afford  to 
overtax  his  resources — of  money,  of  time  or  of  energy. 
Your  income  may  be  inadequate  by  the  standards  of 
your  circle,  yet  be  sufficient  for  the  things  you  and 
your  husband  really  want.  If  you  find  it  difficult  to 
keep  up  with  your  friends,  perhaps  you  have  the 
wrong  ones. 

Every  marriage  is  plagued  by  incidents  ari-ing 
from  such  circumstances  as  these.  Yet  some  survive 
and  flourish  while  others  fail.  The  marriage  which  en- 
dures is  the  one  in  which  husband  and  wife  are  de- 
termined that  it  shall.  A  man  and  woman  who  believe 
in  each  other  and  in  their  marriage  may  adapt  them- 
selves to  environmental  stresses  but  will  never  give 
way  before  them.  To  adapt  yourself  to  your  environ- 
ment is  necessary;  to  be  dominated  by  it  is  to  invite 
failure. 

I)<>  Y  on  Agree? 
Do  you  believe  in  easier  tlivorce? 

\  «••  il  bj  thai  you  mean  uniform  divorce  laws  and 
simpler,  less  expensive  proceedings.  I  also  believe  in 
moil-  rigid  marriage  requirements,  including  a  wailing 

period  of  three  months  between  issuance  of  the  li- 
cense and  the  wedding.  This  would  rlelay  hasty  mar- 
riages and  in  a  good  many  cases  prevent  mistakes. 


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THE  NUB-DEB   •    EDITED  BY  MAI  FREEH  DALY 


ver  wonder  ivhat  the  teacher  thinks  about  you? 
W  hen  you  scribble  a  hasty  assignment  on  both  sides 
of  the  paper,  when  you  daydream  in  class  icith  a 
look  of  rapt  attention  on  your  face,  when  you  make 
like  a  rabbit  as  the  dismissal  bell  rings,  when  you 
walk  down  the  hall  holding  hands  with  a  current 
beau-boy,  do  you  ever  realize  that  some  favorite 
teacher  may  be  watching  and  thinking,  "Nice — but 
what  a  couids  of  characters .'" 

To  let  you  know  how  life  looks  from  the  other  side 
of  the  desk,  we  asked  a  few  teachers  to  tell  us  what 
they  found  most  amusing  or  most  annoying  about 
all  the  bright  sunny  faces  (that's  you,  honeychile) 
they  had  to  look  at  five  days  a  week.  Maybe  some 
of  those  "reading,  writing  and  Arithmetic  sales- 
mm"  will  seem  more  human  to  you  when  you  read 
what  they  think,  their  "we  love  'em  but  "  com- 
ments about  you ! 

•  "In  every  class  there  is  a  boy  without  a  note- 
book, who  lives  in  a  clutter  of  falling  papers,  and 
who  wanders  up  to  the  cupboard  to  get  a  textbook 
just  in  the  middle  of  what  I  consider  my  most 
golden  remarks. 

"There  is  also  the  student  who  cannot  write 
with  her  pencil  point,  no  matter  how  sharp,  but 
must  journey  up  to  the  pencil  sharpener  just  as  I 
start  to  teach;  we  each  wait  politely  for  the  other, 
we  both  start  at  once,  the  sharpener  and  my  voice 
in  duet,  we  both  stop,  we  laugh,  she  wins  and  the 
sharpener  grinds  out  its  solo. 

"And  every  few  years  appears  the  wit  who 
broadcasts  his  drolleries  from  the  corner  of  his 
mouth  to  a  chosen-few  audience  nearby,  leaving 
the  teacher  wondering  whether  her  slip  shows  or 
whether  she  said  Kelley  and  Sheets  instead  of 
Shelley  and  Keats  (as  she  sometimes  does)." 

•  "The  thing  I  dislike  most  in  my  students — or 
anyone  else,  for  that  matter — is  a  constant  nega- 
tive attitude,  the  I'm-against-it,  I-wouldn't-do- 
it-if-it-was-good,  I-don't-want-to-do-nuthin'  atti- 
tude. If  she  is  against  it  and  has  a  good  reason, 
okay;  if  she  is  against  it  and  has  a  better  idea, 
again  okay;  if  not,  I  am  against  her  being  against 
it — whatever  it  is!" 

•  "Our  school  nurse  says  some  girls  are  attractive 
while  others  are  'attractions.'  I  feel  annoyed  at 
those  girls  who  complain  bitterly  when  boys  get 
'fresh.'  Somehow,  I  can't  blame  the  boys  too 
much.  The  girls  ask  for  it  when  they  wear 
sweaters  and  skirts  a  size  too  small — and  skip  the 
right  amount  of  underpadding." 

•  "  Without  reviving  the  oldie  about  the  student 
who  not  only  looks  at  his  watch  but  puts  it  to  his 
ear  to  make  sure  it  hasn't  stopped,  it  is  neverthe- 
less true  that  the  bell  which  ends  the  period  usu- 
ally generates  a  Homestead  Act  stampede  toward 
the  door.  The  smart  teacher  must  step  aside  to 
save  his  life. 

"And  I  am  both  annoyed  and  amused  when 
students,  toward  the  end  of  a  class  period,  sense 
that  a  short  test  or  an  amplification  of  the  mor- 
row's homework  assignment  is  going  to  be  given. 
Then  comes  their  sudden  animated  questioning, 
their  predilection  for  fragmentary  detail,  their 
panting  search  for  the  hidden  heart  of  scholar- 
ship—all to  'kill  the  clock'  until  the  bell  rings." 

•  "I  am  most  irritated  when  I  assign  references 
in  the  library  and  then  have  students  report  that 
whole  chapters  or  articles  have  been  torn  out  of 
the  books  and  magazines.  Maybe  the  students 
who  take  the  material  are  ambitious  and  hard- 
working, but  their  selfishness  I  find  hard  to  take." 

•  "Save  me,  and  all  the  teachers  in  the  country, 
from  the  following  list  of  familiar  high-school 

characters: 

"Joe  Irrelevant,  who  saw  on  television  last 
night  something  that  by  no  stretch  of  imagination 


can  be  related  to  the  work  in  progress.  But  he'll 
tell  about  it  anyway. 

"Dick  Cold-Eye,  who  refuses  to  be  amused, 
interested,  pleased  or  even  annoyed. 

"Nancy  Case  History,  who  always  has  on  her  | 
tongue's  end  the  interminable  saga  of  her  cousin,  ' 
uncle,  dog  or  'the  middle-aged  woman  (who,  it 
evolves,  is  31)  I  met  on  my  trip  to  Cape  Cod.' 

"Ambulatory  Susie,  who  spends  her  day  mov- 
ing on  mysteriously  acquired  corridor  passes  from 
any  class  she's  scheduled  to  be  in  to  any  class  with 
which  she  legally  has  no  connection. 

"Dave  Man-of-Affairs,  who  moves  armored 
with  permissions  to  take  his  driving  test,  go  to  the 
dentist,  see  the  town  clerk  in  connection  with  a 
research  project  for  social  studies,  collect  money 
for  the  All-Sports  Banquet. 

"Mary  I'm-going-to-Florida-for-Three- Weeks- 
May-I-Have-All-My-Assignments-Now,  who 
wangles  a  winter  vacation  every  year  but  makes 
her  teachers  work  double  time  so  she  can  go." 

•  "This  defensive  business  gets  me.  Nothing  is 
ever  their  fault.  Too  many  activities  for  serious 
learning.  They  don't  find  time  to  study  their  own 
problems.  They  are  doing  me  a  favor  when  they 
do  their  own  work.  I  resent  this  attitude." 

•  "Ask  any  teacher  how  she  feels  about  the 
student  who,  suddenly,  precipitously  makes  it 
quite  clear  that  he  hasn't  understood  a  word  she 
said  all  period.  She  will  just  have  finished  reading 
a  moving  scene  from  Macbeth.  She  is  breathless, 
carried  away  by  the  drama  and  reassured  by  the 
class's  attention.  A  hand  in  the  back  seat  is  raised. 
Tom  rises  and  the  glow  in  his  eyes  makes  her 
anticipate  a  sagelike  contribution.  He  hesitates, 
wets  his  lips,  and  then  asks  the  question  which 
has  been  bothering  him  for  forty  minutes: '  Please, 
Miss  L  ,  shall  we  write  Thursday's  assign- 
ment in  ink  or  pencil?'" 

•  "What  really  annoys  me  is  the  detached  polite- 
ness with  which  a  few  students  accept  the 
assigned  work.  Their  resignation  shows  clearly 
that  they  do  not  regard  the  work  as  vital  or  valu- 
able. However,  if  teacher  insists,  what  can  they 
do?  They  must  allow  for  the  eccentricities  of  this 
older  person  who  is  supposed  to  know  how  to 
teach  English.  Perhaps  someone  in  the  class  may 
profit,  but  they  know  they  will  never  use  the  train- 
ing or  information  about  which  the  lesson  is 
planned.  Their  resistance  to  new  ideas  and  high 
standards  annoys  me.  Annoys!  It  infuriates  me!" 

•  "As  a  teacher,  what  do  /  find  hard  to  take  ?  The 
students'  obvious  conviction  that  anyone  more 
than  twenty-four  years  of  age  must  be  an  old 
man  or  woman.  When  I  talk  to  them  about  my 
experience  as  a  naval  officer  during  the  last  war, 
I  have  the  uncomfortable  feeling  that  they  think  I 
am  talking  about  the  Spanish-American  War.  And 
what  else?  Their  daydreaming,  the  moon-calf 
mien,  the  spring-fever  mask.  Not  really  resented, 
though,  because  it  evokes  a  nostalgia  for  one's 
own,  if  not  lost,  then  fading,  youth.  But  fortu- 
nately, most  teachers  have  not  only  senses  of 
humor  but  long  and  patient  memories." 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


SI 


PHOTO  BY  MUNKACSI 


RT  II 


"Are  menstruation  and  ovulation  the 

same  thing?  I  have  never  understood  just  when 
i  the  month  pregnancy  takes  place." 

By  HENRY  B.  SAFFORD,  M.  D. 


I;  JANE  DOE  regarded,  a  trifle  rue- 
Hly,  the  postage-stamp-sized  patch 
hi  gauze  and  adhesive  plaster  that 

:  )rned  her  arm. 
I  s:  you  have  had  the  blood  specimen 
m.'  the  doctor  remarked. 
Sfjimen?  That  woman  in  the  labora- 
■mst  have  drawn  off  a  quart,  at  least. 
Hly  feel  faint." 

hfiloctor  smiled.  "Not  from  loss  of 
However.  It  was  the  psychological  ef- 
p'|aeing  your  own  blood  in  a  test  tube. 
Ij.en  that  way.  As  a  matter  of  fact, 
ihs  about  a  tablespoonful  in  all. 
N'/,  let's  see,"  he  continued.  "You 
fljj  ember  my  telling  you,  yesterday,  a 
if  out  the  anatomy  of  the  ovaries,  two 
ef'es  small  indeed  at  their  maturity, 
in  more  insignificant  in  the  infant, 
n  ction  of  the  ovary  is  to  produce  ova, 
Wan  eggs,  and  there  are  thousands  of 
■resent  in  an  immature  state  in  the 
H  of  every  normal  female  child  even 
Bier  birth.  You  might  say  that  they 
Bay  there  quietly  during  the  early 
sf  life,  or  until  it  is  time  for  the  sex 
|to  become  active. 
1  se  sex  glands  are  intimately  associ- 
i  th,  or  dependent  upon,  anpther  tiny 
i  x>rtant  structure  at  the  base  of  the 
Railed  the  pituitary  gland.  It  is  only 
i;  of  a  very  small  bean,  but  the  se- 
lf which  it  produces  is  most  important 
ij :  of  its  influence  upon  the  ovaries — 
il  h  so  that  it  has  often  been  called  the 
t  of  the  ovaries.' 

S  newhere  between  the  ages  of  twelve 
f  teen  these  sexual  glands  become  ac- 
/  id  the  changes  which  their  secretions 
lie  in  the  young  female  are  startling 
■  ark  the  advent  of  what  is  known  as 
v,  which  is  the  Latin  word  for  ma- 
j  The  body  becomes  softer  and  more 
';trically  rounded,  the  breasts  larger, 
lit  appears  under  the  arms  and  upon 
nitals,  which  show  greater  develop- 
i  The  hips  broaden;  the  womb  in- 
5  to  about  three  times  its  juvenile  size, 
e  menstrual  flow  begins.  The  range  of 
■ice  is  increased  due  to  a  lengthening 
larynx.  In  the  ovary,  the  eggs  are 
ated  into  development, 
ong  with  this  pronounced  physical  de- 
rient  there  occur  equally  remarkable 
ological  changes.  Sex  consciousness 
rs  with  a  greater  or  less  degree  of  urge 
d  the  other  sex.  The  girl  suddenly 
i  to  realize  that  there  are  such  beings 

ght,  1950,  by  Henry  B.  Safford,  M.  D.  This  is 
>nd  of  a  series  of  articles  taken  from  the  hook  to 
lished  early  in  1951  by  Renbayle  House,  Pub- 
lishers, Inc.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 


as  boys,  and  that  one  of  them  is  destined  to 
play  an  important  part  in  her  future  life. 
Physically  and  mentally  the  child  has  be- 
come a  woman." 

"  Doctor,  are  menstruation  and  ovulation 
the  same  thing?" 

"Not  at  all,  but  part  of  the  same  pro- 
cedure. I'll  try  to  explain  it  to  you.  We'll 
begin  by  considering  the  fully  developed 
ovary.  It  is  crowded  with  tiny,  round  eggs, 
each  of  them  with  a  nucleus  which  is  the 
center  of  its  life.  These  eggs  are  in  all  stages 
of  development,  some  just  about  com- 
pletely mature.  The  most  mature  egg  comes 
to  the  surface  of  the  ovary  where  it  forms  a 
sort  of  blister  known  as  a  follicle.  This 
eventually  bursts  through  the  fibrous  cover- 
ing of  the  ovary  and  discharges  the  ovum 
into  the  peritoneal  cavity.  Here  we  will 
leave  it  for  the  moment.  What  I  have  just 
tried  to  describe  is  ovulation,  the  discharge 
of  the  ripe  ovum  from  the  ovary.  Now,  let 
us  consider  menstruation. 

"Menstruation  is  the  periodical  dis- 
charge of  blood  and  tissue  from  the  womb; 
it  normally  occurs  about  every  lunar  month 
of  twenty-eight  days,  lasting,  on  the  aver- 
age, from  four  to  five  days." 

"Does  it  happen  at  the  same  time  with 
ovulation,  Doctor?" 

"No.  In  fact,  the  time  of  ovulation  is 
about  as  far  removed  from  menstruation  as 
the  twenty-eight  days  in  the  monthly  cycle 
will  allow.  In  other  words,  ovulation  occurs 
about  between  two  menstrual  periods,  and 
the  tiny  pituitary  gland  is  the  firing  pin  for 
the  whole  process." 

"I  don't  understand  yet  what  brings  on 
the  bleeding." 

"  It  is  a  part  of  the  cycle.  That  ambitious 
little  pituitary  gland  has  stimulated  ovarian 
activity  and  forced  the  follicle  to  maturity 
and  eventual  rupture.  It  also  sets  up  a 
double  process  by  which  the  follicle  com- 
mences to  manufacture  a  secretion  of  its 
own  which  is  called  estrin.  The  remnant  of 
the  follicle,  left  behind  in  the  ovary,  pro- 
duces yet  another  secretion  which  is  called 
progestin.  These  secretions,  known  as  hor- 
mones, reach  the  uterus  by  means  of  the 
blood. 

"The  discovery  of  hormones  marked  one 
of  the  most  wonderful  advances  of  medical 
knowledge,  for  we  now  know  that  these  two 
new  and  important  secretions  work  together 
upon  the  womb  itself.  They  prepare  its  lin- 
ing for  the  advent  of  what  Nature  has  some 
reason  to  believe  might  be  a  fertilized  egg. 
The  membrane  lining  of  the  womb  becomes 
engorged  with  blood  and  serum,  and  the  en- 
tire organ  congested. 

(Continued  on  Page  248) 


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The  Journal 


arch,  1900,  the  bustle  came 
k,  the  Boxer  Rebellion  was 
lg  up  in  China,  and  Waco, 
,  reported  snow  for  the  very 
me.  President  McKinley  put 
.S.A.  on  the  gold  standard 
statue  of  Maude  Adams  (An 
ican  Girl)  was  shipped  to  the 
Exposition. 

tes  Editor  Bok  in  the  March, 
Journal:  "The  rush  of  women 
ffices  and  stores  has  ended  .  .  . 
ivoraen  have  shown  themselves 
naturally  incompetent  in  busi- 
His  twentieth-century  predic- 
practically  all  working  girls 
in  the  home. 

ises  Mrs.  Rorer:  "An  At  Home 
'or  very  light  refreshments,  such 
with  bread  and  butter  scented 
lover,  roses  or  violets.  With  a 
n  salad,  a  nasturtium  sandwich 
st  acceptable." 

ecves  are  still  tight,  and  long, 
martest  ones  ending  in  a  point 
the  knuckles." 

%ins  Mrs.  Rorer's  recipe  for 
drake,  "Cream  a  pound  of 
?r  and  a  pound  of  sugar.  Beat 


ake  a  cold  sponge  bath  every 
ing,"  urges  Margaret  Sangster 
r  new  column,  called  My  Girls, 
ilso  advises,  "Nothing  can  sur- 
housework  for  developing  the 


ailor  suits  of  white  serge  are 
ly  for  spring.  For  boys,  the 
sersaremade  full  and  gathered 
te  knee  with  an  elastic." 

ishion  note:  "The  new  shirt- 
ts  are  made  of  light  silk,  trimmed 
ruffles  and  puffings,  and  laces 
ribbons.  They  are  for  home;  it 
'tot  be  considered  the  swell  thing 
ear  them  in  the  street." 

Vo  clean  your  real  lace :  Sprinkle  it 
:ly  on  both  sides  with  magnesia." 


<possip  about  ptMiple 
you  know, 
editors  you  like 
and  what  goes  on 
in  New  York 


BY  far  the  busiest  spectacle  in 
town  this  month  will  take  place 
behind  the  scenes  at  the  Grand 
Central  Palace  when  they  start  get- 
ting ready  for  the  thirty-fourth  an- 
nual International  Flower  Show,  the 
biggest  in  the  world.  We've  been  over 
there  watching,  other  times,  right  be- 
fore the  opening,  and  it's  a  mad- 
house, as  you  can  imagine.  Behind 
heavily  guarded  doors,  four  tremen- 
dous floors  of  frantic  people  are  put- 
ting millions  of  growing  plants  in 
place — a  seeming  preponderance  of 
women,  as  might  be  expected.  But  we 
remember  meeting  one  man,  very 
calm  in  the  chaos,  supervising  Peter 
Henderson's  great  garden  exhibit — 
John  Fiesler.  Told  us  this  was  his 
twenty-third  year  at  the  show,  which 
explained  his  composure;  anyway, 
he'd  been  preparing  for  this  year's 
exhibit  since  the'  August  before — 
seven  months — when  the  seeds  were 
planted  for  the  thousands  of  annuals 
now  surrounding  us  there  in  a  full- 
flowered  chorus.  We  asked  Mr.  F.  how 
he  made  them  all  come  into  bloom  at 
the  very  same  instant.  "Well,  some 
we  have  to  hurry  along  with  heat, 
and  some  we  have  to  hold  back  with 
cold.  It's  touch  and  go,  and  we  grow 
maybe  twice  as  many  as  we  need  — 
just  in  case.  Things  like  salpiglossis 
and  godetia  can  be  a  lot  of  trouble, 
whereas  marigolds — oh,  my!  If  every- 
thing could  only  be  as  easy  as  mari- 
golds!" 

Sometime  back,  when  they  were  hold- 
ing the  "bake-off"  for  the  Pillsbury 
award  over  at  the  Waldorf,  the  prize 
winners  came  for  tea  at  the  Workshop 
with  some  of  our  editors.  Chatting  in 
the  kitchen  here  with  Mrs.  Ralph  E. 
Smafiehl,  of  Detroit,  who  had  just 
won  the  first  prize  of  $50,000  with  her 
now  famous  water-rising  nut  twists, 
Louella  Shouer  learned  that  Mrs.  S. 
had  another  favorite  recipe  up  her 


I 


sleeve.  "It's  for  citron  macaroons,"  she 
said;  "I  must  send  it  to  you."  "But  it 
may  be  worth  another  fifty-thousand- 
dollar  prize,"  Louella  jested.  Anyway, 
when  it  comes  we'll  tell  you  how  it  tastes. 


■ 


Out  of  a  nightmare  of  preparation:  a  dreatn  of  heavenly  beauty. 


A  well-known  woman  doctor  here,  a 
friend  of  J.  C.  Furnas,  was  telling 
Mr.  F.  of  her  recent  official  visit  to  Japan, 
where  she  found  everyone  studying  Eng- 
lish, including  the  Empress  herself,  who 
told  our  lady  doctor  how  she  wished  that 
instead  of  from  the  textbooks  she  was 
using,  she  could  be  learning  her  English 
from  reading  matter  that  gave  her  a  living 
picture  of  America  today.  Well,  of  course 
in  our  opinion  the  visiting  doctor 
couldn't  have  made  a  more  suitable  sug- 
gestion—the Ladies'  Home  Journal— 
nor  one  which  could  have  turned  out  to 
delight  the  Empress  more,  after  the  doctor 
had  returned  to  this  country  and  sub- 
scribed for  Her  Majesty.  Bid  the  part  of 
the  incident  which  most  appealed  to  Mr. 
Furnas'  friend  was  the  acknowledgment 
she  got  from  our  circulation  department 
for  the  subscription  she'd  asked  to  be  sent 
to  the  Empress  of  Japan,  the  Imperial 
Palace,  Tokyo.  Absolutely  dead-pan;  the 
routine  regular  form;  just  another  name 
among  millions  of  Journal  subscribers ; 
all  equally  important  in  the  magazine's 
eyes. 


Ruth  Teaf-ue's  COOKING  FOR  COM- 
PANY, just  brought  out  by  Random 
House,  adds  to  the  growing  list  of  Jour- 
nal books.  Mrs.  T.'s  Conversation 


Ed* 
Mas 


Mrs.  S.  and  Miss  S.  swap  food  ideas.  8top 


When  Richard  Pratt  went  up  with 
Ezra  Stoller  to  photograph  Faifh  and 
ward  Andrews'  Shaker  house  in 
achusetts,  which  appears  in  this 
issue,  they  suddenly  discovered  to 
their  dismay  thai  the  wonderful  prim- 
itive appearance  of  I  he  house  and  its 
furnishings,  so  pure  and  simple  and 

period-perfect,  was  authentic  i«  the 
point  that  when  Ezra  began  looking 
up  connections  for  his  batter]  <•! 
powerful  floodlights,  it  turned  out 
the  nearest  electricitj  Mas  a  Quarter 
of  a  mile  away.  Fortunately,  he'd 
come  prepared  lor  most  emergencies, 

ami  the  color  was  shot  >»ilh  Hash 
equipment;  taking  a  lot  more  time 
ami  trouble,  hut  rathe*  lining,  in 
viev  of  the  time  and  trouble  the  Shak- 
ers had  taken.  Gave  Mr.  I*.  a  chance  l<> 
ask  the  Andrews  hov<  their  Shaker  in- 
terest staitcd.  Seems  man)  years  ago 
thej  were  walking  nasi  a  Shaker  com- 
munity when  something  made  them 

ml  knock  on  a  door;  and  in- 
side they  saw  the  marvelous  things 
they  have  since  done  so  much  i<>  pre- 
serve. "Km  what  was  ii  that  made 
you  stop?"  Mr.  I*.  inquired.  "Oh, 
it  was  the  one  thing  we've  never  been 
able  to  resist— tin-  smell  of  haking 

bread." 


Mrs.T. — latest  Journal  book  author. 

Pieces  in  the  magazine  bring  her  fan 
mail  from  all  parts  of  the  globe,  but 
she's  always  amazed  to  meet  a  fan  face 
to  face;  such  as.  at  a  large  party  the 
other  night,  on  being  introduced  to 
Lafayette  Harmon,  United  Nations 
delegate  from  Liberia,  to  have  him  ex- 
plain. "  I  must  find  my  wife  at  once  and 
bring  her  to  meet  you— she  makes  your 
dishes  every  month." 

A  special  course  for  wives  has  been  added 
to  the  adult-education  program  of  the 
White  Plains  public  schools,  dealing  with 
football,  boxing,  tennis  and  other  games 
usually  understood  only  by  the  men  in  the 
family.  .  .  .  Loud  colors  are  far  safer  for 
your  car  than  colors  which  match  the  ter- 
rain, because  they  can  be  seen  much  better 
by  pedestrians  and  other  motorists.  .  .  . 
British  name  for  a  bobby  soxer  is  "  hankie 
hatter."  named  for  bandannas  worn  over 
the  head.  .  .  .  Lynn  Fontanne  discusses 
married  happiness  in  the  Broadway  hit 
I  Know  My  Love:  "It  requires  patience, 
it  requires  application,  it  requires  ruth- 
lessness.  It's  a  job,  I  can  tell  you."  .  .  . 
Female  interest  is  chiefly  responsible  for 
the  current  boom  in  professional  wres- 
tling. They  are  even  starting  fan  clubs  for 
their  favorites,  and  claim  to  be  more  inter- 
ested in  looking  at  them  than  in  whether 
they  win  or  lose. 


:>.-, 


PART  ONE  OF  A  FIYE-P\RT  SERIAL 


By  JM  VALTII 


I  LONG  the  banks  of  the  Norden  River  leaves  yellow  and 
/I  golden  scooted  in  the  wind.  Through  the  October  gtaj  ness 
11  aloft  a  stork  flew  southward.  The  bird  followed  the  winding 
reaches  of  the  river,  and  the  tugboat  Sirius  in  the  distance  below 
was  surely  no  more  than  a  struggling  smudge,  glimpsed,  passed 
over  and  soon  forgotten. 

A  struggling  smudge  to  distant  eyes — a  livelihood  to  Martin 
Helm,  her  captain.  He  was  towing  down-river  from  the  once-great 
port  of  Nordune,  Germany,  a  troopship  homeward  bound  for 
New  York.  He  stood  on  the  bridge  of  the  Sirius,  a  lonely,  self- 
reliant  figure,  facing  the  wind.  The  river  was  gray-white  and  angry. 
Straining  the  towing  hawser  at  her  stern,  the  Sirius  pounded 
into  each  wave  like  a  humpback  whale  testing  its  strength, 
flinging  aloft  curtains  of  spume  that  struck  the  weather  cloth  of 
the  bridge  with  a  drumlike  rattle.  Gulls  shouted  overhead. 

Gulls  are  lucky,  thought  Martin  Helm.  They  have  feathers.  If 
people  could  grow  feathers,  they  would  not  dread  the  winter.  They 
ivould  fly  away. 

He  berated  himself  angrily.  Flight  was  a  cure-alftor  fools!  His 
bronzed  hands  held  the  steering  wheel  with  the  mature  firmness 
of  a  craftsman.  His  hair,  which  had  the  color  of  dark  sand,  was 
untinged  with  gray;  and  the  cast  of  his  shoulders  suggested  a 
stubborn  survival  of  youth.  There  was  harshness  in  his  face, 
but  it  was  not  the  evil  harshness  of  the  vanquished;  it  was,  per- 
haps, not  more  than  the  troubled  earnestness  of  a  man  who 
knows  that  he  must  be  sure  about  the  things  he  feels  down  in 
his  heart. 

The  gulls  were  shouting  raucously.  The  shouts  hung  it  the 
wind,  specters  of  a  restless  crueltj  and  loneliness.  The  sounds 
of  distant  explosions  rolled  across  the  river:  foreign  engineers 
were  blasting  the  Germania  dry  docks  out  of  existence.  It  was 
~on  this  day  that  the  Norden  River  tossed  the  girl  Lisa  into  the 
life  of  Martin  Helm. 

He  stood  at  the  wheel,  watching  the  river,  staring  into  the 
wind.  Black  smoke  swept  from  the  tugboat's  funnel.  Astern,  the 
transport's  bows  loomed  high.  Ahead  lay  open  water,  the  end 
of  the  tortuous  river  channel,  and  the  Norden  Lightship  became 
visible  in  the  wandering  afternoon  mists.  In  the  low  tide  the  tops 
of  sunken  ships,  victims  of  the  bombs,  ghosted  out  of  the  gray- 
ness  like  surf-fringed  reefs,  gnawed  jagged  by  the  jaws  of  time. 

Aboard  the  ocean  transport,  men  made  ready  to  cast  o(T  the 
towline.  The  transport  would  (Continued  on  Page  78) 

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LUSTHATBD     BY     HADDON  SUNDBLOM 


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36 


Br  JUNE  MacLIESH 


THERE  were  two  walnut  trees  in  the  rec- 
tory garden,  and  one  of  them  was 
known  by  the  children  as  "the  bird  tree," 
because,  year  after  year,  ever  since  the  rec- 
tor's father  had,  with  boundless  love  and 
patience,  tamed  the  birds  of  the  garden,  two 
basketf'jls  of  nuts  from  this  tree  were  set  aside  especially  for  them. 
Almost  every  day  the  rector  himself  found  time  to  spend  with 
his  beloved  birds.  But  on  Sunday  mornings,  before  the  eleven- 
o'clock  service,  whatever  the  weather,  the  whole  family  gathered 
in  the  ancient  red-tiled  kitchen  to  collect  nu's  and  scraps  of 
bread  before  setting  off  to  the  clump  of  trees  where  the  birds 
gathered  to  wait  for  them. 

It  was  early  April.  The  garden  had  the  fresh,  shining  look  that 
comes  after  a  night  of  showers.  Pink,  white  and  yellow  crocuses 
spread  their  delicate  petals  against  the  dark  earth  of  the  (lower  beds. 

Where  the  family  trod  they  left  their  footprints  in  the  dew. 
Mrs.  Wade,  a  strong,  shy  woman,  went  first.  She  wore  a  sensi- 
ble hat,  and  walked  with  her  feet  turned  out  slightly,  as  she  had 
been  taught  to  .do.  She  carried  a  white  china  bowl  with  blue  rings 
round  it.  In  the  bowl  were  crusts  of  bread.  Her  husband  followed 
her,  the  hem  of  his  cassock  brushing  the  dew  from  the  grass. 
Rosanne,  carrying  a  brown  paper  bag  full  of  shelled  walnuts, 
skipped  and  ran  beside  her  parents. 

Samuel  slouched  behind  them.  He  had  returned  the  day  before 
from  his  first  term  at  boarding  school.  His  sister,  Rosanne,  still  too 
young  for  school,  and  his  mother  and  father  had  looked  forward 
with  sharp  eagerness  to  Samuel's  holidays.  When  he  arrived  he 
seemed  unusually  silent.  His  mother  thought,  Tired  after  the  excite- 
meiit  and  the  long  journey.  His  father:  W  orrying  about  his  report, 
prr/iaps.  \  et  now,  though  his  masters  had  spoken  well  of  him,  and 
he  had  had  a  good  sleep,  he  still  seemed  quiet  and  uneasy. 

At  the  foot  of  the  garden,  where,  since  the  war,  the  grass  had 
been  allowed  to  grow  long,  early  daffodils  bobbed  and  quivered, 
and  around  the  trees  and  where  the  grass  grew  shorter  there  were 
primroses.  From  a  dense  clump  of  evergreen  oak,  ash  and  holly 


came  a  great  chorus  of  bird  voices.  The  family  stopped  a  little 
short  of  the  clump:  the  rector  tall,  sandy-haired,  grave;  Rosanne 
tiny  in  pink-and-white-striped  gingham;  Mrs.  Wade  in  her  sensible 
hat,  carrying  the  blue-and-white  bowl. 

Rosanne  turned  and  beckoned  to  Samuel,  who  was  lurking 
among  the  bushes.  He  scowled  at  her. 

"It's  so  babyish,"  he  complained.  "Father,  do  I  still  have  to 
come,  now  that  I  go  to  school?" 

The  rector  shook  his  head.  "Not  if  you  don't  enjoy  it,"  he  said. 
Although  his  voice  was  calm,  Mrs.  Wade  could  .ell  that  Samuel's 
behavior  wounded  him,  because  his  nose  had  a  vvhite,  pinched 
look,  and  the  skin  around  his  mouth  was  pale. 

Odd,  she  thought,  the  way  signs  of  emotion,  in  themselves  not 
really  attractive,  can  be  touching  and  beautiful  in  someone  you  love. 

He  was  crumbling  bread  and  scattering  it  on  the  ground.  The 
breeze  tossed  some  of  the  fragments  back  to  him,  and  a  sprinkling 
clung  to  his  cassock.  The  bird  song  had  ceased.  Instead,  from  the 
trees  came  a  stirring  and  a  rustling.  As  yet  no  bird  came  forth. 
Samuel  moved  as  if  to  walk  away,  then  seemed  to  change  his 
mind,  but  would  draw  no  nearer. 

Rosanne  jerked  at  her  father's  sleeve.  "Do  your  whistle,"  she 
whispered.  He  pursed  his  lips  and  breathed  out  a  high,  downward- 
sliding  strand  of  sound. 

With  a  flurry  the  first  bird  alighted  at  their  feet.  It  was  a  black- 
bird, whose  wing  feathers  shone  like  shot  silk.  Its  beak  was 
dandelion-yellow.  As  it  hopped  and  rustled  among  the  grasses,  it 
kept  upon  the  family  a  bright,  intelligent  eye.  A  stout  cock  robin 
came,  calling  to  its  mate.  A  bluetit,  three  hedge  sparrows  and  a 
pair  of  chaffinches  followed,  and  presently  the  trees  were  empty 
and  birds  were  all  about  the  family's  feet. 

"Now  the  nuts,"  the  rector 
whispered  to  Rosanne. 

She  gave  him  a  walnut, 
and  he  broke  il,  and  stooped 
with  a  piece  held  out  in  liis 

(Continued  on  l'aze  197) 


IT  was  half  past  eight  of  a  Saturday  morning.  Geordie  took  the  path 
which  ran  round  behind  the  Bighouse.  He  was  wearing  his  hob- 
nailed boots,  but  the  path  was  mossy  so  he  didn't  make  hardly  any 
noise  flitting  along  between  the  trees  like  a  Red  Indian.  Maybe  not  a 
Red  Indian;  fourteen  past  was  too  old  an  age  to  be  playing  little  boys' 
games,  but  stalking  was  good  practice;  you  never  knew  when  you 
mightn't  get  into  some  adventure  where  a  man  needed  to  move  as 
quiet  and  stealthy  as  a  hunting  cat. 

He  saw  Jean  from  a  good  way  off.  She  was  sitting  on  the  dry-stone 
dike  looking  across  the  way  to  where  the  big  loch  was  shimmering  in 
the  sun  and  a  boatload  of  fishers  was  out  to  an  early  start.  Geordie 
slipped  like  a  shadow  from  tree  to  tree,  careful  so  his  feet  would  not 
make  a  sound.  He'd  be  right  up  close  to  her  in  a  minute,  and  she 
hadn't  Spotted  him. 

"Hullo,  wee  Geordie,"  she  said,  not  turning  her  head. 

"Hullo,  wee  Jean."  He  was  just  a  bit  vexed,  but  he  hid  it  that  way. 


By  DAVID  WALKER 


"I'm  bigger'n  you,"  she  told  him,  but  Geordie  let  that  go  by.  It  . 
was  true  she  was  taller,  and  her  only  thirteen. 
"Did  you  bring  a  sandwich?" 

"Aye,"  said  Jean.  "Mine's  cheese.  What's  yours?" 
"Mine's  pork,"  said  Geordie.  "Come  on!" 

Geordie  climbed  over  the  dike  and  they  set  off  along  the  path  be- 
side the  burn.  It  was  warm  for  May,  not  a  breath  of  wind,  and  the 
mist  still  hanging  on  the  high  tops. 

"Did  you  tell  your  dad  where  we  was  going?" 

Geordie  shook  his  head.  "I  never  said.  Dad's  away  on  the  bus  for 
to  get  snare  wire.  He  didn't  ask,  so  I  never  said  nothing." 

"You're  a  canny  wee  chap,  but  you'll  maybe  get  licked  for  it  yet." 

"Don't  call  me  wee,"  said  Geordie.  Twice  was  too  much. 

"Och,  sorry,  Geordie."  Jean  was  only  a  girl,  and  a  bit  cheeky,  but 
she  was  as  good  as  another  hoy  to  be  with.  She'd  think  things  out 
twice  as  quick  as  Geordie  would.  So  (Continued  on  Page  145) 


THE  JOURNAL'S  COMPLETE-IN-ONE-ISSUE  NOVEL 

II.I.UHTNATKU      B(      CO  H  T       W  II  I  T  M  O  H  B 


40 


lie  Girl  wHfi  i 


By  ELEANOR  GILCHRIST 


SINCE  he  saw  the  girl  often  in  his  neighborhood,  William  Crowell  decided  it 
would  be  friendly  to  speak  when  they  passed  in  the  street;  then  maybe  he 
could  get  into  conversation  with  her,  unearth  somemutualacquaintances, 
and  ask  her  to  dinner.  But  there  isn't  much  point  in  raising  your  hat  and 
smiling  warmly  at  a  girl  who  looks  neither  to  right  nor  to  left,  so  the  second  in- 
stallment of  his  project  fell  through  also.  She  was  evidently  accustomed  to  the 
stares  of  strangers  as  most  red-haired  girls  are— which  is  why  Egyptian  privet 
has  been  cultivated  for  many  centuries. 

This  girl  owed  nothing  to  henna.  She  had  nasturtium-red  hair  and  the  very 
white  skin  and  greenish  eyes  that  often  go  with  it.  Her  eyelashes,  he  thought, 
a  were  darkened— if  she  ran  true  to  type  they  would  be  light.  He  often  noticed 
her  eyelashes  when  she  was  having  a  midday  breakfast  in  a  nearby  coffeeshop* 
he  also  patronized.  She  evidently  kept  as  late  hours  as  he  did.  When  they 
boarded  the  same  bus  and  she  got  off  west  of  Broadway,  he  felt  pretty  sujre  she 
was  a  fledgling  actress. 

William  was  a  feature  writer  on  a  newspaper,  temporarily  pinch-hitting  for 
the  drama  critic.  When  the  drama-desk  man  returned,  he  expected  to  be  sent  to 
China,  and  if  he  didn't  meet  the  girl  before  he  left  he  might  never  meet  her. 
She  would  probably  go  to  Hollywood  or  get  married  while  he  was  away.  Any- 
thing could  happen  to  a  girl  as  unusual-looking  as  she  was.  It  preyed  on  his 
mind.  He  felt  atle  to  meet  most  of  life's  challenges,  but  he  had  no  idea  how  to 
pick  up  a  girl  who  doesn't  want  to  be  picked  up. 

So  he  was  delighted  when  he  saw  her  entering  a  watch  mender's  shop  which 
had  recently  opened  in  the  front  room  of  an  old  brownstone  on  his  street. 
He  had  left  his  watch  there  some  time  ago  and  it  had  not  been  ready  on 
the  two  occasions  when  he  called  for  it.  He  followed  the  girl  into  the 
shop,  nodded  to  her  cordially,  and  said: 
"My  watch,  please,  Mr.  Munsch." 

The  proprietor,  a  rather  shifty-looking  man,  again  made  excuses. 

William  lost  his  temper  and  raised  his  voice.  "You've  kept  me 
waiting  two  months!"  he  shouted.  The  girl  looked  repelled. 

"Please,  Mr.  Crowell,"  the  man  said  softly  and  apologetically,  "I  am 
still  testing.  In  a  fine  watch  the  adjustment  takes  time." 

"Hand  it  over,"  William  snarled.  "I'll  have  it  repaired  someplace  else."  He 
could  see  he  was  impressing  the  girl  unfavorably. 

"My  boy  is  sick  and  I  have  no  one  "  The  man  looked  beaten.  "On 

Wednesday  you  will  have  it  back  like  new.  I  promise." 

The  girl  said  gently,  "I'll  stop  for  my  watch  the  morning  I  come  back  to 
town,  Mr.  Munsch.  A  week  from  tomorrow." 

The  opportunity  to  give  her  some  good  advice  seemed  more  valuable  than  a 
mere  timepiece.  William  dashed  after  her  into  the  street.  "Look  here,"  he 
said,  "it's  none  of  my  business,  but  don't  leave  your  watch  there.  There's 
something  I  don't  like  about  that  fellow."  (Continued  on  Page  109) 


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A  CASE  OF  MUMPS.  THREE  PLATES  OF  SHRIMP  AM)  A  BANANA 
SPLIT  INFLUENCE  HISTORY.  ...  BY  FORMER  ROYAL  GOVERNESS 

MARIOX  CRAWFORD 


rom  the  time  the  future  Queen  of  England  was 
<:e  until  her  marriage.  Marion  Crawford  was  re- 
xmsible  for  her  education,  and  that  of  her  sister, 
iincess  Margaret.  This  is  Craw/ie's  stor\-  of  their 
rouing  up.  Here  she  tells  of  the  first  meeting  be- 
veen  Princess  Eli zabeth  and  Prince  Philip  of  Greece. 

Ill 

S  the  early  months  of  his  rule  the  King  ap- 
peared to  me  to  grow  taller,  though  I  don't 
appose  he  really  did.  It  was  an  astonishing  ex- 
erienee  to  see  this  very' youthful  person,  who 
ad  always  been  the  self-effacing  and  delicate  one 
f  the  family,  come  into  his  own. 

Lilibet  and  Margaret  left  for  Scotland  for  the 
obdav  they  looked  forward  to  all  the  year 
ound.  It  tended  to  be  the  chief  landmark  in 
heir  calendar.  Things  were  apt  to  date  from 
"before  we  went  to  Scotland"  or  "when  we  got 
ack  from  Scotland."  But  now  it  was  no  longer 
he  small,  comfortable  Birkhall  they  went  to.  It 
ras  Balmoral  Castle  itself.  They  knew  it.  haying 
ften  yisited  their  grandparents  there,  but  it  had 
.eemed  just  a  place  to  visit,  not  one  to  stay  in. 

During  this  holiday  Lilibet  wrote  me: 

Dear  CrauHe:  I  hope  vou  are  having  a  lovely  holiday 
nd  fine  weather.  We  are  having  great  fun  here. 


radition  surrounded  them  with  such  sumptuous 
rappings  as  this  Windsor  Castle  "living  room" — 
but  in  private  it  was  typical  of  the  royal  family 
hat  Lilibet  should  scarcelv  mention  the  corona- 
tion, but  rave  over  her  first  love,  the  groom  Owen. 


VTe  went  for  a  lunch  picnic  with  the  Harding?  and 
no  grown-up.  \^  inifred  made  buttered-eggs  and  the 
rest  of  us  did  odd  jobs.  Libby  and  I  fried  potatoes  and 
cooked  sausages. 

We  had  Margaret  Dphinstone  for  only  a  long  week- 
end for  our  Margaret's  birthday  but  she  is  coming 
back  again. 

We  have  Georgina  here  which  is  great  fun.  Fergie 
is  stavins  with  us  as  his  father  is  one  of  this  week  s 


Sahd(\ihgha*  Norfolk 


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guns.  We  are  having  ten-  good  shooting  beating  Can- 
nochv  in  four  davs  and  all  the  other  years  Papa  ha* 
been  there.  A  record.  The  weather  has  been  very  kind 
also. 

Winifred  said  that  she  had  ajovely  time  at  camp 
and  enjoved  it  enormously.  One  daa^Marv  and  Pa- 
tricia made  a  horrid  mess  by  mixing  up  their  rashion 
of  food  all  in  one  and  they  had  to  eat  it  themsek'es. 
Thev  could  not  have  l^een  very  thrifty,  they  mu-i 
have  made  a  glorious  hu*hmi. 

Thev  all  did  first  aid  and  threw  Captain's  neice 
down  from  the  top  of  a  house  into  a  blanket! 

Mv  photograph  came  out  very  well  and  very  clear. 
I  had  one  enlarged  of  Mummie  and  Papa. 

I  hope  vou  are  very  well  and  having  a  jolly  time. 

With  love  from 

Liu  bet 

The  castle  stands  in  a  wonderful  position  in 
the  Dee  Vallev.  close  to  Braemar.  surrounded  In 
famous  grouse  moor*  and  hills  that  w  ere  planted 
with  Scottish  firs  bv  order  of  Queen  Victoria.  It 
is  an  ancient  baronial  castle  with  a  keep  and 
manv  towers,  with  winding  -tairwjv*  going  up 
the  insides.  with  small  unhandy  rooms  in  them 
difficult  to  furnish. 

The  draw  ing  room  and  dining  room  have  been 
modernized  by  the  King  and  Queen,  but  up- 
stairs everything  is  much  as  Queen  Victoria  left 
it.  Tartan  linoleum,  tartan  curtains  and  bedroom 
china  of  the  old-fashioned  basin-and-jug  type. 


Girls  delighted  in  books  as  presents.  Queen  Marx 
gave  them  whole  sets  of  Kipling.  Robert  Loui* 
>te\en*>n.  Jane  Austen.  Crawfie  found  them  the 
popular  Dr.  Doolittle:  mummie  and  papa  pad- 
ded  tli<  ir  <  ;hri*tmas  stockings  with  comic  books! 


Tr 


1 


Margaret  finds  the  cradle 
she  slept  in  as  baby  on  dis- 
play at  their  old  home,  1  15 
Piccadilly.  After  house  was 
blitzed,  girls  spoke  of  it 
fondly  as   "poor  145." 


When  Queen  Mary  took  them 
all  to  Bank  of  England,  officials 
teased  girls,  saying  they  could 
have  one  of  the  gold  bars  if 
they  could  lift  it.  They  tried, 
but  couldn't  even  budge  one. 


"Our  one  and  only  ride  in  the  Tube,"  Crawfie  wrote  on  this. 
The  subway  enchanted  the  Princesses,  who  bought  their  own 
tickets,  rode  across  London.  Then  they  were  recognized, 
crowds  formed,  and  they  had  to  go  home,  disappointed,  by  car. 


7  SS 


THE  LITTLE  PRINCESSES 


Margaret,  8,  was  too  young 
for  Girl  Guides,  but  Lili- 
bet  got  her  in  by  saying, 
"Show  your  fine,  strong, 
hiking  legs,  Margaret." 


Sandi^incham,  Norfolk. 


HE  WAS  A  HANDSOME  OFFICI 


and  even  little  hair  tidies  made  of  tartan  hang  on  dressing  mirrors.  Land- 
seers  predominate,  mostly  prints.  One  way  and  another,  we  all  got 
sated  with  Landseers  at  Balmoral,  but  there  was  more  to  come.  Before 
we  left  London  that  first  year,  I  had  arranged  that  we  have  one  of  the 
beautiful  pictures  from  the  picture  galleries  brought  up  to  the  school- 
room every  week,  to  give  the  children  a  chance  to  study  it.  There  were 
so  many  of  them  that  they  got  overlooked  and  lost  in  the  crowd.  Imag- 
ine our  delight  when  we  returned  to  the  London  schoolroom  and  found 
that  our  week's  picture  was  Dignity  and  Impudence — by  Landseer. 

In  the  drawing  room  at  Balmoral  there  is  a  collection  of  paintings 
of  heads  of  past  gillies,  or  hunting  servants,  all  looking  immensely 
patriarchal.  A  full-sized  statue  of  the  Prince  Consort  stands  forever  in 
the  front  hall,  with  a  patient  and  slightly  martyred  expression,  as 
though  he  was  getting  a  little  tired  of  waiting  around. 

Everyone  loves  to  go  to  Balmoral.  There  is  always  much  heartburn- 
ing among  the  staff,  as  to  who  will  be  taken  and  who  left.  The  staff 
bedrooms  are  all  up  at  the  top  of  the  castle,  looking  over  the  hills.  The 
men  are  on  one  side,  the  women  carefully  segregated  on  the  other  side. 
Another  relic,  of  the  Victorian  regime.  It  is  very  quiet  all  winter,  up 
there  in  the  hills.  But  with  the  arrival  of  the  royal  family,  the  whole 
countryside  comes  to  life  again.  The  little  church  of  ( Irathie  is  packed 

everj  Sunday,  and  a  great  outburst  of  social  life  succeeds  the  empty 

months  of  winter  and  spring. 

When  October  came,  we  could  bear  tin;  stags  roaring  in  the  hills. 
Sometimes,  from  afar,  we  watched  them  lighting.  We  were  always  hor- 
rified at  the  faithlessness  of  the  females,  who  stood  meekly  around  to 


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Margaret,  during  yacht  trip  family  took  to  Dartmouth, 
where  Lilibet,  13,  first  met  Philip.  While  she  watched, 
pink-faced  with  admiration,  he  showed  off  by  eating 
three  plates  of  shrimp,  a  banana  split,  other  trifles. 


Candid  shot  of  two  seasick  Princesses  during  same 
trip.  On  departure,  Philip  rowed  after  the  yacht  so 
far  the  King  cried,  "The  damned  young  fool!  He  must 
go  back  or  we'll  have  to  heave  to  and  send  liim  back." 


Once,  Queen's  favorite  dog  Dookie 
bit  Lord  Lothian,  who  insisted  it 
was  nothing.  "All  the  same,"  LiliU't 
said,  "he  bled  all  over  t he  floor." 


Joyful  reunion  when  King  and  Queen  returned  from  their 
American  trip.  The  girls  kissed  and  hugged  them  over  and 
over,  and  Margaret  cried,  "Look,  mummie,  I  am  quite  a 
good  shape  now,  not  like  a  football  like  I  used  to  be." 


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I  WAS  THIRTEEN  AND  AWED 


e  who  won,  and  then  lined  up  behind  the  winner.  No  one,  it  seemed, 
er  stood  by  the  poor  one  who  had  been  vanquished  and  cast  out. 
Meals  were  simple  but  substantial.  Everyone  ate  more,  because  of 
cold.  Sir  Harold  Campbell,  one  of  the  equerries,  went  into  the 
tchens  himself  to  show  the  English  cooks  how  porridge  ought  to  be 
ade.  The  royal  family  always  brought  their  cooks  up  with  them.  One 
me  there  was  a  French  chef,  who  threw  cooking  utensils  at  his  own 
aff.  He  had  to  go. 

Tea,  a  meal  for  which  Scotland  has  always  been  famous,  became 
le  of  the  high  spots  of  the  day.  There  would  be  shrimps,  hot  sausage 
)lls,  scones,  and  those  various  sorts  of  griddlecakes  known  in  Scot- 
nd  as  baps  and  bannocks.  This  meal  was  laid  out  on  a  table  in  the 
rawing  room,  where  everyone  collected  as  soon  as  the  men  who  had 
een  shooting  came  down  from  the  moors. 

In  the  evenings  there  would  probably  be  a  cinema  show,  which 
ould  be  attended  by  all  the  staff  and  household,  and  maybe  some  of 
le  estate  people  would  come  in  for  it  as  well.  The  films  always  had  to 
e  carefully  chosen.  The  Scottish  country  people  are  all  very  strict 
nd  upright,  and  disapproving  of  anything  that  could  possibly  come 
.nder  the  heading  of  "carryings  on." 

At  night,  after  dinner,  seven  pipers  in  their  kilts  and  sporrans 
.rould  walk  playing  through  the  hall  and  the  dining  room.  At  one  time 
hey  were  all  sergeants  major,  and  it  was  considered  a  great  honor  to  be 
»ne  of  the  chosen  pipers  to  pipe  for  the  (Continued  on  Page  262) 


World  copyright,  1950,  The  Curtis  Publishing  Co.  No  portion 
of  this  may  be  reprinted  without  special  written  permission. 


PALACE  OF  HOLYROOOHOUSE 


\  /lav*,  /i-m^.-l^,  Xuof* 


,th«U,    id  JtklL  «9MH»< 


Scottish  ways  delighted 
girl:-,  bill  once  Margaret 
was  looking  down  slair 
well  at  King's  bagpipers, 
gaid  to  Crawfie,  ''What  a 
pit v  it  is  impolite  to  spit." 


See  Page  262  for  more  of 
Lilibet's  long,  gay  letter. 


/ 


My  neighbor  who  sells  life  insurance  tells  me 
(after  a  cautious  look  in  all  directions)  that  a  man 
with  a  nagging  wife  ought  to  pay  higher  premiums; 
he's  likely  to  die  younger. 


Once  a  month  I  remind  my  Glamour  Girl  thai  she 
ones  her  remarkable  good  looks,  at  her  advanced  years, 
to  her  lucky  option  on  such  a  solicitous  husband.  She 
hasn't  thought  it  funny  yet,  and  I'm  beginning  to  wonder 
if  it  is. 

*T 

The  man  next  door  confides  that  in  his  house- 
hold the  spenders  of  the  family  income  seem  to 
overshadow  and  outrank  his  humbler  role  as  its 
earner.  The  only  way  he  can  attract  attention  is  by 
buying,  to  everybody's  surprise,  a  new  suit. 


I  admire  an  arrangement  the  collegians  have 
worked  out  at  the  state  university.  When  a  man 
graduates  he  can,  by  hanging  his  pin  on  a  sophomore 
or  junior  girl,  virtually  prevent  her  from 
having  any  dates  on  the  campus  till  he's 
ready  to  marry  her.  (So  far  as  I  know,  she 
can't  do  that  to  him.) 


My  ambition  now  is  to  watch  Junior  out- 
grow his  garments  so  I  can  then  snatch  'em 
away  from  him  for  myself,  as  he  used  to  do. 
Score  so  far :  two  bow  ties,  one  topcoat. 


Either  at  church  or  at  our  road-show 
theater  I  can  tell  instantly  whether  a  woman 
sitting  in  front  of  me  is  pretty  or  not.  If  her 
hair  is  frizzed,  2  to  1  she's  hard  on  the  eye. 

J* 

Plain  and  fancy  casual  kissing  on  New 
Year's  Eve  and  at  \  alentine  parties  has  be- 
come so  popular  in  our  town  that  even  the 
unpopular  men  have  colds  the  latter  part 
of  the  winter. 


Our  ten-year-old  often  compares  me,  as 
a  father,  tactfully  but  unfavorably  with  a 
neighbor    who    makes    alleged  homemade 
spaghetti  with  meat  sauce.  (In  self-defense  I'll  have  to 
unearth  a  better  brand  of  tinned  spaghetti  than  he  uses.) 


My  greatest  victory  with  our  sophomore 
daughter:  She  now  admits  that  I  had  her  boy 
friends  of  two  or  three  years  ago  sized  up  correctly. 
(But  she  insists  I'm  all  wet  about  some  of  her  more 
recent  admirers.) 


My  neighbor  with  the  high-geared  family 
confesses  he  dares  no  longer  meet  the  proud,  stern 
eye  of  his  ancestor  in  the  oil  painting  over  his  fire- 
place. 

"Downtown  I'm  something  of  a  celebrity,"  he 
complains,  "but  at  home  I'm  only  the  clown  who 
signs  the  checks." 

I'm  ready  to  concede  my  Dream  Girl's  point 
thai  toasted  English  mtlffilM  at  breakfast  are 
elegant,  but  that  only  a  churl  would  eat  roast-beef 
hash  at  8  a.m.  (Still,  I'm  a  churl  only  one  or  twice  a 
month.) 


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By  HARLAN  MILLER 


We've  enjoyed  our  yearly  scramble  with  the 
youngsters  on  sleds  and  toboggans  on  the  golf  links.  This 
knits  the  family  together  and  keeps  us  young  so  long  as 
I  can  nurse  my  sprains  and  bruises  in  secret. 


Short  of  paying  'cm  time-and-a-half  the  best  of  the 
fourteen  ways  I've  tried  to  keep  our  young  home  an 
evening  during  vacations  is(] )  chores,  ( 2)  home  movies, 
(3)  a  hearth  fire  or(  I )  as  punishment  for  staying  out  too 
late  the  night  before.  (Maybe  TV'll  do  the  trick — if  ours 
is  the  only  set  in  town!) 


My  wife  has,  though  she  hides  it,  a  college 
master's  degree.  Hut  she  can't  remember  which  of 
our  trio  do  or  don't   like  grilled  cheese,  creamed 

mushrooms,  oysters,  scrambled  <ggs,  spinach  or  pea 
soup.  ( I  may  have  a  memorandum  plaque  engraved 
for  the  /.  iu  hen  stove.) 

"I've  almost  convinced  m\    wife  it   pavs  to 

be  late  to  dinner  parties,'  boasts  Peter  Comfort, 

hanging  bis  dark  ov  ercoat  out  to  air.  "  That  way  wc 


miss  one  or  two  rounds  of  drinks  before  dinn 
and  can  still  taste  the  soup's  flavor  when  we  si 
down  to  eat." 


I  gather  that  the  public  schools  in  our  to? 
don't  have  enough  time  to  teach  the  kids  to  spell,  be- 
cause they've  got  to  hurry  and  train  'cm  all  how  to  be 

radio  announcers  and  columnists. 


The  only  woman  in  our  block  with  two  servants  h 
regularly  cut  down  to  size  by  the  young  matron  acrosk 
the  street,  who  entertains  twice  as  well  and  twice  at 
often  without  any  servants. 


Some  of  our  town's  sillier  parents  hope  to  elevate 
their  brats  to  the  aristocracy  in  one  generation  by 
never  giving  'em  any  chores  to  do.  (A  child  without 
chores  is  a  part-time  orphan  and  often  a  lull-lime 
pest.) 

I  guess  I  shouldn't  have  criticized 
Junior  so  flatly  for  spending  eighteen  min- 
utes in  my  bathroom  the  other  evening.  I 
realized  how  wrong  it  was  of  me  when  he 
clocked  me  at  thirty-five  minutes  immedi- 
ately afterward. 


The  man  next  door  tells  me  that  in  /he 
hours  he  has  to  spend  arguing  with  his  teen- 
agers about  their  dates  and  homing  hours  he 
could  read  fifty  good  books  a  year  or  see  two 
good  movies  a  week. 


It's  an  uphill  battle,  but  my  Glamour 
Girl  is  trying  to  convince  me  that  e\  erv  time 
I  eat  eight  ounces  of  something  I  like  it'll 
put  an  extra  pound  of  weight  on  me. 


It  must  be  ten  years  since  any  boy  in  our. 
block  has  earned  a  gold  watch  by  not  smoking 
till  he  was  twenty-one.  .  .  .  But  you  can  occa- 
sionally get  a  juvenile  to  go  a  whole  day  with- 
out cigarets  by  threatening  to  ground  him 
from  the  family  car. 


The  man  next  door  tells  me  his  father-in-law 
is  so  tight  that  he  squeezes  the  last  length  of  shav- 
ing cream  out  of  a  tube  with  a  pair  of  pliers. 


One  way  you  can  recognize  the  more  fashion.' 
able  matrons  in  our  tow  a:  The)  manage  somehow  to 
give  you  the  impression  thai  they'd  rather  lose  I 
husband  than  a  good  maid  or  a  good  cook. 


When  it's  evident  that  your  daughter  will  be  as 
pretty  as  your  wife.  .  .  .  And  Junior  admits  he's  lost 
an  argument,  by  introducing  a  new  tangent  with 
"Now  dad,  look  at  it  this  way".  .  .  .  And  you  discern 
that  your  ten-year-old  has  a  soil  spot  iu  his  heart  for 
grannies  and  tiny  children.  .  .  .  And  your  wife  catches 
you  frowning  into  the  mirror  and  assures  you  that 
you've  still  got  more  hair  than  most  men.  .  .  .  Then 

you  solute  marriage  as  the  Creal  Morale  lluilder,  and 

wonder  wll)  you  ever  long  to  be  the  keeper  ol  a  re- 
mote and  lonelv  lighthouse. 


SPRING  PORTFOLIO 


By  WILHELA  CUSHMAN 

Fanhitm  Eililor  of  the  Jimrnal 


m 


PIlnliK.KAIMI  II V  WII.IIRI.A  CI'SHM  AN 


The  full-length,  fitted  coat  comes  in  again.  This  gray  wool  by  Pauline 
Trigere  has  the  cape  shoulder,  the  bare  forearm  lor  the  longer  glove.  The 
fashion  of  white  accents-rough  straw  cap,  porcelain  beads,  pique  gloves. 


48 


THIS 
YEAR... 

by  WILHELA  CUSHMAN 

Fashion  Editor  of  the  Journal 


I'HOTOGKAPHS  BY  WILHELA  Cl'SHMAN 


Tlic  silk  suit,  important  because  il  is  shantung,  in  a  small  print,  with  a  boxy  jacket,  narrow 
skirt,  bow  blouse.  Hy  Allele  Simpson.  Rough  straw  bat  by  Mr.  John,  long  while  kiilskin  gloves. 

Another  box-jacket  suit  in  gray  flannel,  with  a  chalk-blue  linen  blouse  ami  veiled  milan 
hat  by  Christian  Dior  of  New  York.  I'alcnl-leathcr  bag  by  Mr.  John,  chamois  gloves. 


THE    BOX  JACKET 


THE    BELTED  LOOK 
HE    SILK  SUIT 

THE    FITTED  COAT 
E    WEARING    OF  CHECKS 

CORAL-PINK  ACCENTS 
E    RISING  HEMLINE 

If  a  single  fashion  were  chosen  to  rep- 
bt  spring,  1950,  it  would  be  the  little 

boxy-jacket  suit.  Actually  it  is  a 
lozen  fashions  in  one.  It  is  gray 

flannel  with  a  blue  linen  or  a  tie- 
blouse.  It  is  printed  or  plain-color 

shantung  with  a  bow  blouse  and  a 
Tapped  waistline.  It  is  a  polka-dot 

foulard  dress  and  jacket  to  wear  straight 
to  summer.  This  spring  you'll  also 

rediscover  the  fitted,  man-tailored 
t,  made  of  men's-wear  wools,  small  checks 
herringbones,  looking  utterly 
feminine  with  a  pique  bow  and  jewels,  a 

spray  of  lilies  of  the  valley.  Gray 
nel  is  a  fashion — not  a  classic — 

in  every  collection.  The  long  gray  coat 
liat  fits  like  a  dress  sets  a  new  coat  trend. 


The  fashion  of  the  beige  dress  in  silk  shantung,  puffed  and  cuffed  sleeve, 
Pauline  Trigere.  Wide-brimmed  hat  by  Mme.  Pauline.  The  necklace  is  by  Am; 


50 


THIS  YEAR 

White,  coral  pink,  golden  yellow  are  new  and  pretty  accents  for  gray  or  navy.  The  dress  with  soft  fullness  is 
proof  that  narrow  skirts  are  not  the  only  ones.  The  belted  dress  with  the  bloused  back  gives  you  still 
another  silhouette.  This  spring  there  are  more  straight  shoulders  than  last  year.  The  elbow  sleeve  with  the  deep 

cuff  has  clinched  the  fashion  of  the  elbow  glove,  in  capeskin,  pigskin  and  cotton.  The  newest  hat  is  almost 

shoulder-wide,  but  there  are  more  small  hats  than  large  ones.  Th 
bag  is  small  and  precise,  the  handkerchief  man-size 

pastel  linen  or  frothy  white  with  lace.  Stockings  are  lighter. 
Are  skirts  shorter?  Yes,  but  not  unbecomingly  so. 
Fourteen  or  fifteen  inches  from  the  floor,  according  to  your  heigh 


The  belted  silhouette  with  a  bloused  back,  soft  pleats,  in  slate-gray  rayon 
sheer  by  Herbert  Sondheim.  Brimmed  hat  with  a  face  veil  by  Mr.  John. 


PHOTOGRAPHS  BY 
WILHELA  CUSHMAN 


Men's-wear  checks  in  the  fitted  suit,  skirt  with  a  back  fo 
Ben  Reig  original,  by  Omar  Kiai 


I'olka-dul-foulard  fashion:  dress  ail 
box  jacket.  Christian  DiorofNew  Ytt 


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SPRING  COSTUME  COMPLETE 


Four  distinct  fashions 

showing  what  to  wear  with  what 

and  keeping  the  price  in  mind. 


ItY  WILIIELA  CUSHMAN 

Fashion  Editor  of  tile  Journal 


l.r»o         Sul'i  pink  sills  French  rose 


Big  fashion  in  printed  rayon — belted 

$29.95 

dress  with  pleated  skirt  by  Samuel  Zahn 

6.95 

Shiny  black  straw  cloche  by  Mr.  Alf 

7.95 

Small  calfskin  bag,  loop  handle 

3.00 

Short  hand-sewn  slip-on  cotton  gloves 

5.00 

Baroque  white  earrings  set  in  gold 

$52. 


PHOTOGRAPHS  BY  RICHARD  AVEDON 


The  fashion  of  pin-check  wctol  (above) 

$29.95 

with  white  pique,  daytime  casual  <lre*s 

6.05 

Off-the-face  \>i<\ui  pillbox  l>>  Mr.  Uf 

3.95 

llig  bead  choker,  chalk-white,  l>y  4rpa< 

5.00 

Small  patent-leather  plastic  bag 

2.50 

Short  white  pique  glo%<-*. 

$48.35 

A  HAT 


Lacy  white  straw,  side-tilted  with  a  veil,  hy  Mr.  John. 


TO  PLEASE 


A  WHITE  HAT,  A  FLOWER  HAT, 


A  WIDE  FEATHER-LIGHT  STRAW  SO  SHEER 


THAT  THE  SUN  SHINES  THROUGH 


THIS  SPRING  HATS  HAVE  A  LOVELY  QUALITY 


OF  BECOMINGNESS.    •    By  RUTH  MARY  PACKARD 


A  springtime  helmet  of  yellow  daffodils  with  green  leaves,  hy  Lilly  Daehe. 


CLOCHE,  CAP,  HOOD.  PEAKED  HAT, 


W  IDE  SA1  LOR.  SCOOP- BRIM. 


HAT  WITH  SIDE  WIDTH.  SOME 


GO  I  OKW ARD.  SOME  SHOW  THE 


H  A  I  H  1. 1  N  I . .  SOME  TILT  S  I  D  E  W  I  S  E 


YOU  ARE  THE  ONE  TO  PLEASE, 


Pink  rose,  and  crystal  stickpins. 


The  cartwheel  in  sheer  hlue  haku.  h\  llallie  Carnegie, 
perfect  hat  for-ilk  suit-.  Primed  »nrah  bj  Adele Simpson. 


The  fashion  of  the  white  hat,  forward-tilted  cloche,  rose-petal  trim  and  a  sheer  veil,  by  Chanda—  Shantung  stray  sailor  with  ribbon  and  half-veil,  by  John 

the  feminine  look  with  a  man-tailored  suit,  worn  with  fresh  flowers,  crystal-and-pearl  jewelry.  Frederics.  Shantung  suit,  Nettie  Rosen-inn's  choker. 


Ribbon  bag  by  Mr.  John. 

Arpad's  coral  beads  and  fresh  geraniums 


APHS  OF  ACCESSORIES 
SOMBRl'XO  •  BODI 


Scoop-brim  toyo  by  Lilly  Dache.  The  hat  that  goes  so 
well  with  prints  or  surahs.  Surah  dress,  Larry  Aldrich. 


37 


By  FLORENCE  JANE  SOMAN 


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msy  cot 


ILLUSTRATED    BY    DOROTHY  MONET 


Nancy  Dawson  walked  out  of  the  dim 
coolness  of  the  theater  lobby  and  into  the 
glaring  street  with  scarcely  a  pause,  her  eyes 
bemused  and  a  little  blank.  She  was  vaguely 
conscious  of  the  sun  dropping  a  hot  shawl 
about  her  head  and  shoulders,  but  her  body 
felt  light  and  cool  underneath,  and  as  she 
weaved  her  way  around  the  people  on  the 
sidewalk  she  was  dreamily  aware  of  being  a 
small  world  in  herself,  a  little  island  that 
floated  through  space,  secret  and  complete. 

Her  steps  were  languorous,  for  she  was 
still  playing  the  role  of  the  heroine  in  the 
picture  she  had  just  seen.  It  was  with  faint 
shock  that  she  suddenly  saw  herself  mir- 
rored in  the  plate-glass  window  next  to  her. 
She  stood  still  for  a  moment,  gazing  at  the 
reflection  of  the  sweet-faced,  rather  plump 
girl  of  fifteen  in  the  creased  cotton  dress. 
Self-consciously,  she  tugged  at  her  skirt 
and  then  began  to  walk  on  again.  But  now 
she  walked  in  her  usual  way,  slightly  pigeon- 
toed  and  with  her  moccasins  making  a 
scraping  sound  on  the  pavement. 

In  front  of  the  Sugar  Bowl  she  hesi- 
tated, then  opened  the  screen  door  and 
entered  the  store.  /  wont  order  anything 
fattening,  she  assured  herself  as  she 
mounted  a  stool  at  the  fountain.  Ill  just  have 
an  orangeade.  But  when  the  white-capped 
boy  gazed  at  her  inquiringly,  she  swallowed, 
her  face  reflecting  an  inward  struggle.  She 
opened  her  mouth,  closed  it,  opened  it  again. 

"A  Lover's  Ecstasy  sundae,"  she  said, 
"with  chocolate  and  banana  ice  cream." 
After  he  had  moved  away,  her  face  remained 
troubled,  then  she  leaned  forward.  "Not 
too  much  whipped  cream,  please!"  she 
called  out.  She  sat  back,  relieved. 

After  she  had  finished,  she  walked  slowly 
toward  home,  the  mood  of  the  romantic 
picture  still  clinging  to  her  and  fusing  with 
a  sweet  inner  languor  of  her  own.  But  her 
attention  was  diverted  when  she  reached 
the  open  lot  in  back  of  the  library.  A  base- 
ball game  was  going  on  and  she  stood  there 
for  a  few  minutes,  watching  the  running 
boys,  listening  to  their  shrieks  rising  on  the 
hot,  still  air.  She  had  played  with  some  of 
them  only  a  year  ago,  and  now  she  felt  some 
of  the  old  excitement  for  the  game  returning 
to  her.  Her  hands  itched  to  get  around  a 
ball  again,  to  feel  the  solid  heft  of  a  bat  in 
her  fingers. 

Maybe,  she  thought  excitedly,  maybe  if  I 
asked  them  they  might  let  me  play  a  bit  too. 


A  roadster  with  the  top  down  came 
through  the  street  and  caught  her  eye.  A 
young  man  sat  at  the  wheel  and  a  pretty  girl 
sat  very  close  beside  him.  Their  low  voices, 
their  drifting  laughter  wrapped  them  to- 
gether in  intimacy  as  they  drove  by. 

Nancy  watched  them  until  they  were  out 
of  sight,  a  brooding  look  on  her  round, 
freckled  face.  A  little  eddy  of  sadness  be- 
gan to  wind  through  her  as  she  stood  there, 
and  finally,  no  longer  interested  in  the 
game,  she  turned  and  left  the  lot  and  the 
yelling  boys. 

As  she  came  up  the  walk  of  her  house  she 
saw  with  surprise  that  her  older  sister, 
Joyce,  was  sitting  on  the  glider  with  a  for- 
gotten book  on  her  lap.  Joyce  wasn't  usu- 
ally home  at  this  hour,  nor  was  it  normal 
for  her  to  be  wearing  one  of  her  best 
dresses  at  three  in  the  afternoon.  Nancy 
assessed  the  situation  at  once.  She's  wait- 
ing for  Johnny  to  drop  by,  she  thought  as 
she  clattered  up  the  steps. 

They  exchanged  a  mumbled  greeting. 
During  their  childhood,  they  had  played 
companionably  together;  there  had  been  a 
closeness  between  them.  But  now  all  this 
was  forgotten;  they  took  only  a  vague  in- 
terest in  each  other.  Joyce  was  eighteen, 
Nancy  still  fifteen;  between  them  yawned 
an  abyss  of  two  and  a  half  years  which  they 
never  even  attempted  to  cross.  During  these 
past  two  years,  Joyce  had  lost  her  adolescent 
plumpness  and  had  stretched  out  into  a  tall 
and  pretty  girl. 

Nancy  sat  on  the  porch  railing  and  trailed 
one  foot  back  and  forth  on  the  floor,  making 
a  scraping  sound.  She  regarded  her  sister 
with  a  clinical  interest,  seeing  her  face  and 
figure  as  a  sort  of  advance  outline  of  what 
she  herself  would  be  in  two  years'  lime. 
Even  now  they  were  alike  in  many  ways. 

I  might,  Nancy  thought  hopefully,  be  even 
prettier,  because  my  hair  is  lighter.  But  no 
matter  how  pretty  she  became  she  could 
not  hope  to  attract  anyone  more  wonderlul 

than  Johnny.  He  was  .  .  .  well,  he  was  

"Don't  do  that  with  your  feet,"  Joyce 
said  irritably.  "Can't  you  sit  still?  And 
why  don't  you  iron  that  dress  once  a  month':' 
You  look  like  a  bundle  of  laundry  waiting  to 
be  called  for." 

"Ha-ha,"  Nancy  said.  But  her  expres- 
sion was  amiable.  She  rose  and  went  inside, 
where  she  gravitated  like  a  homing  pigeon 
to  the  refrigerator.        (Continued  on  Page  Z5Z) 


THE  casement  windows  were  shut  against  the  Maine  darkness.  An 
apple-wood  fire  burned.  Candy  looked  up  from  her  mending  and 
around  the  living  room;  then  she  sighed  deeply  with  pure  satis- 
faction. "This  house,"  she  gloated,  "is  full  of  people." 

Bill,  w  ho  was  reading  with  the  concentration  of  a  man  removing  a 
cork  from  a  bottle,  wrenched  his  eyes  from  the  page.  It  was,  Candy 
noted,  the  same  thick  blue  book  he  had  been  reading  for  weeks.  "Yng?" 

"You.  Me.  David,"  Candy  enumerated.  "Sarah.  And  Livy.  Not 
Ellen,  of  course."  Ellen  had  left  her  cooking  for  a  month's  vacation. 

Bill  looked  mildly  anxious.  "Do  you  think  Livy  can  get  David  clean 
all  by  herself?  Ellen  used  to  do  it  with  steel  wool  or  something." 

Candy  observed  complacently,  "Ellen  said  Davy  was  one  of  God's 
holy  rosebuds,  washed  in  dew." 

I  have  never  happened  to  see  a  rosebud  that  smelled  continually 
of  live  bait." 

"Well,  Sarah  smells  all  right,"  Candy  said,  feeling  obscurely  to 
blame  for  her  son's  aroma. 

A  besotted  expression  crept  over  Bill's  face  at  mention  of  the 
baby.  "My  daughter  smells  wonderful,"  he  said.  "Indescribable.  I'm 


thinking  of  bottling  her  exquisite  fragrance  and  selling  it  commer- 
cially. I  might  call  it  " 

Livy  stood  in  the  doorway.  "'Yessir,  That's  Mv  Baby,'"  she  sug- 
gested. She  sat  down  under  a  reading  light  and  picked  up  her  book — 
a  thick  red  one.  Bill  picked  up  his.  Candy  began  on  another  button. 

Livy  was  a  temporary  addition  to  the  family,  a  summer  addition,  to 
help  with  the  children.  She  was  a  junior  at  Smith;  she  had  large, 
strangely  becoming  tortoise-shell  spectacles,  a  lovely  figure,  a  luminous 
skin  w  hich  never  seemed  to  tan,  and  a  fine  mind.  She  was  inspired  with 
the  children.  Also,  she  was  unhappy. 

Candy  glanced  across  at  her  black  hair  shining  under  the  light,  and 
wondered  about  the  unhappiness.  It  was  not,  she  knew,  mere  discon- 
tent, nor  self-centered  adolescent  sulks.  It  was  real,  a  shadow  that  lay 
across  Livy's  life  .  .  .  but  why?  Naturally,  Candy  reflected  further,  she 
would  find  out  why.  It  was  her  job  to  find  out  what  made  the  people 
under  her  roof  happy  or  unhappy.  But  it  was  a  little  difficult  sometimes 
to  know  just  how  to  start. 

"Honestly — what  an  idiot  this  man  is!"  Livy  exploded  suddenly. 
Bill  raised  an  inquiring  eyebrow,  and  (Continued  on  Pane  ill) 


4 


THE  casement  windows  were  shut  against  the  Maine  darkness.  An 
apple-wood  fire  burned.  Candy  looked  up  from  her  mending  and 
around  the  living  room;  then  she  sighed  deeply  with  pure  satis- 
faction. "This  house,"  she  gloated,  "is  full  of  people." 

Bill,  who  was  reading  with  the  concentration  of  a  man  removing  a 
cork  from  a  bottle,  wrenched  his  eyes  from  the  page.  It  was,  Candy 
noted,  the  same  thick  blue  book  he  had  been  reading  for  weeks.  "Yng?" 

"You.  Me.  David,"  Candy  enumerated.  "Sarah.  And  Livy.  Not 
Ellen,  of  course."  Ellen  had  left  her  cooking  for  a  month's  vacation. 

Bill  looked  mildly  anxious.  "Do  you  think  Livy  can  get  David  clean 
all  by  herself?  Ellen  used  to  do  it  with  steel  wool  or  something." 

Candy  observed  complacently,  "Ellen  said  Davy  was  one  of  God's 
holy  rosebuds,  washed  in  dew." 

"I  have  never  happened  to  see  a  rosebud  that  smelled  continually 
of  live  bait." 

W  i  ll.  Sarah  smells  all  right,"  Candy  said,  feeling  obscurely  to 
blame  for  her  son's  aroma. 

A  besotted  expression  crept  over  Bill's  face  at  mention  of  the 
baby.  "My  daughter  smells  wonderful,"  he  said.  "Indescribable.  I'm 


thinking  of  bottling  her  exquisite  fragrance  and  selling  it  commer- 
cially. I  might  call  it  " 

Livy  stood  in  the  doorway.  "'Yessir,  That's  My  Baby,'"  she  sug- 
gested. She  sat  down  under  a  reading  light  and  picked  up  her  book — 
a  thick  red  one.  Bill  picked  up  his.  Candy  began  on  another  button. 

Livy  was  a  temporary  addition  to  the  family,  a  summer  addition,  to 
help  with  the  children.  She  was  a  junior  at  Smith;  she  had  large, 
strangely  becoming  tortoise-shell  spectacles,  a  lovely  figure,  a  luminous 
skin  which  never  seemed  to  tan,  and  a  fine  mind.  She  was  inspired  with 
the  children.  Also,  she  was  unhappy. 

Candy  glanced  across  at  her  black  hair  shining  under  the  light,  and 
wondered  about  the  unhappiness.  It  was  not,  she  knew,  mere  discon- 
tent, nor  self-centered  adolescent  sulks.  It  was  real,  a  shadow  that  lay 
across  Livy's  life  .  .  .  but  why?  Naturally,  Candy  reflected  further,  she 
would  find  out  why.  It  was  her  job  to  find  out  what  made  the  people 
under  her  roof  happy  or  unhappy.  But  it  was  a  little  difficult  sometimes 
to  know  just  how  to  start. 

"Honestly — what  an  idiot  this  man  is!"  Livy  exploded  suddenly. 
Bill  raised  an  inquiring  eyebrow,  and  (Continued  on  Page  121) 


Chic  bolero  jacket  in  navy  flannel  with  button 
detail.  Vogue  Design  No.  7006,  12  to  20.  Slipf 
checked  skirt,  No.  7021.  Accent  with  'cd. 


lite  linen  blouse  with  self 
pkline  and  armholes;  buttons 
Design  No.  6948,  12  to  20. 


The  wonderful,  wonderful  thing  about  separates  is  that  they  combine 
in  so  many  ivays.  A  crisp  rayon  sharkskin  blouse  looks  equally  pretty  1 
worn  with  a  tailored  suit  or  with  a  matching  pair  of  shorts  in  the  summertime. 
It  is  fun  to  combine  two  different  fabrics  in  the  same  color  or  tivo  different 
colors  in  the  same  fabric,  sometimes  giving  the  effect  of  a  one-piece  dress.  Delightful 
bordered  organdies  practically  make  themselves  into  evening  skirts, 
to  be  worn  ivith  a  matching  top  or  ivith  a  linen  halter.  As  for  fabrics,  you  will 
have  the  best  choice  ever  —  enchanting  cottons,  wonderful 
new  rayons,  lightiveight  wools,  and  silk  honans  in 
the  most  exciting  colors.  •  By  NORA  O'LEARY 


Navy  organdy  bordered  in  white  makes  a 

pretty  dance  skirt.  Vogue  Design  No.  6769; 
wear  with  matching  blouse,  No.  6724,  12  to  40. 


ague  Patterns  at  the  atom  uliirli  sells  them  in  your  city.  Or  order  by  mail,  enclosing  cheek 
mey  order  *  from  Vogue.  Pattern  Sen  ire,  Putnam  Aieuue,  (ireenniih,  Conn.;  or  in 
ida  from  t'Jtl  Sjmdina  Avenue,  Toronto,  Out.  ('Connecticut  residents  please  add  sales  lax.) 

Oilier  views  nml  iirieeN  lire  on  I'ii«i-  '271 


I  w  w  w 


Tissue  ginghams  with  "fresh  as  a  daisy"  look! 
blouse,  Vogue  Design  No.  6970;  blue,  No.  6969, 

both  12  to  20.  Linenlike  rayon  skirts,  No.  6994. 


Rayon  gabardine  in  two  heavenly  shades. 
Pink  bloused  top,  Vogue  Design  No.  7024,  12  to  20. 
Raspberry  pleated  -kin.  No.  6951. 


Turquoise  silk  lionan  in  a  demure 
drawstring  blouse.  Vogue  Design  No.  7019, 
12  to  20.  Doeskin  skirt.  No.  7018. 


Crisp  white  sharkskin  looks  as  fresh  as 

the  flowers  you  pin  on  it.  "Easy-lo- 
Make"  Vogue  Design  No.  7008,  12  to  40. 


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"It  was  my  father  who  first  made  me  think  I  wanted  to  make  something  of  myself."  At 
college,  Myrdice  will  study  teaching  or  dramatics,  wants  most  to  plav  Joan  of  Arc. 


"I  never  did  feel  different.  ... 

I  see  no  reason  to  act  that  way." 


"My  mother  is  just  like  a  big  sister  to  me."  Both  Thorntons 
like  sport  clothes,  cashmere  sweaters  and  bright  tweeds. 


School  lunches  cost  30^  a  day,  mother  keeps  prebed  snacks  of  vanilla  ice  cream  or 
milk  and  cookies  in  icebox.  Both  go  on  periodic  "one  day  without  dessert"  diets. 


At  3:10  each  day,  after  last  class,  Myrdice  begins  30-minute  ride  home  on 
streetcar.  Student  fare  is  special  ~,i  rate;  she  rarely  finds  an  empty  seat. 


■school  is  so  hard  you  just  feel  you're  getting  edu- 
M  75%  of  Hyde  Park  graduates  go  on  to  college. 


Gym  is  required  course,  but  Myrdice  prefers  horseback  riding, 
rents  a  horse  at  .11.50  an  hour,  has  own  tailored  riding  habit. 


One  of  Chicago's  oldest  schools,  Hyde  Park 
boasts  Amelia  Earhart.  Milton  Sills  as  alumni. 


M 


"YRDICE  THORNTON  lives  on  42nd  Street  near  Drexel  on  Chi- 
cago's South  Side.  From  that  corner,  traffic  runs  north  along  Drexel 
Boulevard  toward  Lake  Michigan  and  the  famous  curving  Outer  Drive, 
then  on  to  Michigan  Boulevard  and  The  Loop.  Parallel  to  Drexel  Boule- 
vard, and  just  one  block  away,  is  Cottage  Grove  Avenue,  a  big-city  street 
with  streetcar  tracks,  wholesale-furniture  stores,  store-front  churches, 
liquor  depots  and  currency  exchanges.  About  twenty  years  ago  the  big 
gray-stone  houses  of  this  section,  with  their  Victorian  fireplaces,  narrow 
windows  and  high  ceilings,  housed  some  of  the  major  professional  and 
industrial  wealth  of  a  growing  Chicago.  Today,  42nd  near  Drexel  is  still  a 
good  neighborhood,  one  of  the  best  on  the  South  Side,  but  it  is  now 
merged  as  part  of  an  area  surpassed  only  by  New  York's  Harlem  as  the 
world's  largest  Negro  metropolis. 

The  Thornton  family  lives  in  one  of  the  big  gray-stone  houses,  a  semi- 
detached structure  three  stories  high,  with  eight  rooms,  a  small,  fenced-in 
back  yard  and  a  strip  of  ground  in  front  just  wide  enough  for  a  border  of 
annual  flowers  in  the  spring.  Their  house  is  the  one  on  the  left,  the  one 
with  the  yellow  pottery  flowerpot  hanging  just  above  the  porch  railing. 
The  atmosphere  in  the  Thornton  home  is  paradoxical.  There  is  a  feel- 


It  takes  all  kinds  of  young  people  to  make  up  the  teen-age 
world.  This  is  the,  tenth  of  a  series  of  articles  ahont  teen-aficr>. 
and  we  still  haven't  found  any  two  alike.  What's  done  in  Iowa 
may  be  frowned  on  in  Idaho;  the  hit  dance  step  in  Columbus, 
Georgia,  may  be  old  stuff  in  Columbus,  Ohio. 

Objectively,  candidly,  we  are  presenting  young  people  a- 
we  find  them,  in  the  high  schools  they  work  in,  the  homes 
they  are  growing  up  in,  places  where  they  find  their  fun: 
at  their  best  and  at  their  worst  —  twelve  Profiles  of  Youth. 


ing  there  of  both  happiness  and  confidence,  but  it  is  'ouched  alternately 
with  an  inescapable  feeling  of  loneliness.  That  loneliness,  hows  itself  in 
little  ways — the  impeccable  neatness  of  the  living  room,  i .  !  t\so  grull 
watchdogs  penned  in  the  dining  room,  the  female  look  of  fashion  maga- 
zines piled  on  a  side  table.  And  there  is  a  pronounced  but  unspoken  lone- 
liness in  the  fact  that  seventeen-year-old  Myrdice  hurries  straight  home 
from  Hyde  Park  High  School  every  afternoon;  that  Mrs.  Thornton  -il-. 
often  with  lamps  unlighted,  waiting  lor  (Continued  on  Pan 


thing  about  the  religion  seems  so  right";  Mass  at 
Is  church  is  part  of  weekly  schedule  for  Myrdice. 


"After  the  uppityness  of  ballet,  modern  dance  was  a  shock." 
Myrdice  takes  weekly  lessons,  wants  more  grace  for  dramatics. 

■ 


"Regards  from  hankie  Carle."  At  rollege-frat 
dance.  Mvrdice  .u\A-  to  collection  started  at  III. 


"Hubba  Hubba"  has  21  i  quarts  of  ice  cream, 
8  sauces;  teen  finishing  sundae  gets  one  free. 


High-schoolers  pool  pennies  to  pay  $1.10 
price,  can  win  $5  by  finishing  two  in  row. 


Those  Chieayo  teens  show  a  flair 
for  colorful  lanyuaye  and  imayi- 
natirc  clothes  fads,  arc  '"sent'9 
or  f' really  ytissed''  by  music  ranyiny 
from  itach  to  hop.  Fellows  learn  to 

play  instruments  tit  jam  sessions; 
many  hare  their  own  small  combos. 


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'nothing's  shakin'"  (things  are  dull),  girls 
while"  at  peppermint  stick  in  dill  pickle. 


Homemade  sodas  of  milk  and  cola  are  "too  fine,"  keep  date 
expenses  for  neighborhood  movie  at  $2.50  a  couple. 


Potato  chips  doused  with  peppery  sauce  are  favorite  date 
snack.  Another  top  titbit:  "skins"  (toasted  bacon  rind). 


MUSIC  is  big  item  in  life  of  Chicago  teen-agers,  whether  crowd 
gathers  to  "jam  the  box"  (play  the  juke  box)  or  "too  sharp 
operators"  who  can  "really  blow"  meet  for  jam  session.  Boys  join  in 
spontaneous  music  making,  improvise  on  familiar  themes,  play  bop 
and  Dixieland.  Good  music  "jams  for  Sam";  most  young  musicians 
hold  union  cards,  play  professional  jobs,  or  "gigs,"  two  nights  a  week. 

At  one  school,  athletes  wear  Levis  and  denim  jackets  with  colorful 
shoestring  ties;  at  another,  a  social  club  sewed  red  felt  stripes  up  sides 
of  jeans.  Bright  baseball  caps  are  "the  wig"  with  cords  or  dress  suits; 
"too  gone"  guy  rolls  collar  from  neckline  to  wear  bop  ties. 

Jive  talk,  or  "lollygagging,"  is  standard  in  conversation.  Suits  are 
"fronts,"  shoes  are  "kicks,"  a  job  is  a  "hang."  "You  know,  yea"  is 
used  for  emphasis,  "Man!"  is  tacked  onto  many  sentences.  "This  is  a 
drag"  is  dull  date,  "Do  you  read  me?"  is  "Do  you  understand  me?" 
and  a  "dragged-out  character"  is  asked  incredulously,  "Are  you  real?" 


Bop  ties,  four-in-hands  tied  in  bows, 
tie  as  pocket  kerchief  are  fad  fashions. 


"Deals"  (girls)  in  a  burn  to  "take 
the  swoop"  wear  hats  to  last  class. 


"Dap  chaps"  wear  visored  cord  caps 
with  belt  in  hack.  Windsor-knol  lies. 


Friday  is  "jeans  day"  at  one  school, 
Girls  wear  kerchiefs  in  pockets,  cull's 


"Chuckle  hoots"  are  "too  cool." 
Rin"s  hold  key  chains,  charms. 


Order  and  peace,  which  the  Shakers  craved,  prevail  in  this  stoutly  beamed  living  room. 

Shaker-red  floors,  green-blue  doors  and  window  frames  make  authentic  background  for  the  wash  bench, 

the  straight-backed  chairs,  candelabra,  candlestand  and  diminutive  wood-burning  stove. 


By  RICHARD  PRAT1 

Architectural  Ktlitor  of  the  Juurw 


EAR  this  old  roadside  house  at  Richmond,  Massachusetts,  is  one  of  the  few 
surviving  Shaker  communities  in  the  country,  remnants  of  a  religious  sect 
whose  "Believers"  lived  and  worked  with  such  a  passion  for  pure  simplicity 
that  the  furniture  and  household  wares  they  made,  when  the  movement  was 
flourishing  a  hundred  years  ago,  are  no./  cherished  by  connoisseurs  as  prime  ex- 
amples of  meticulous  American  craftsmanship,  unexcelled  for  utilitarian  beauty 
and  unadorned  perfection  of  design.  Within  this  house  itself,  a  most  remarkable 
assembly  of  these  Shaker  furnishings  fills  the  chaster  interior,  the  plainness  of 
whose  plastered  walls  and  unaffected  woodwork  provides  just  the  unpretentious 
setting  these  pieces  require.  All  of  which  comes  about  because;  Dr.  and  Mrs. 
Kdward  I).  Andrews,  whose  home  it  is,  are  our  foremost  authorities  on  Shaker 
culture,  students  of  ils  art  and  literature  and  ardent  and  discriminating  collectors. 


A  glimpse  into  a  second-floor  sleeping  or  "retiring 

room,"  showing  a  Shaker  sister's  sewing  stand,  mirror-on-rack, 

step-stools  and  typical  cot,  with  wooden  rollers. 


Overlooking  a  vegetable  and  herb  garden  is  the  kitchen. 
Beyond  the  wash  table  is  a  large  breadboard  hinged  to  the  wall, 
and  in  the  corner  a  marble  sink  on  wooden  frame. 
The  "Believers"  built  cupboards  and  drawers  into  the  walls 
of  both  dwellings  and  shops.  Kitchen  utensils,  herb  containers 
and  baskets  are  all  of  Shaker  origin. 


Running  the  length  of  the  house  in  back  is  a  long  room 

or  gallery  (once  a  weave  room)  which  now  serves  as  a  dining  and  breakfast 

room.  Paneled  with  wide,  painted  pine  boards,  the  foreground  is 

furnished  with  a  ten-foot  trestle  table,  bench,  chairs  and  a 

cupboard  chest.  In  the  rear,  a  drop-leaf  table  and  an  herb  cupbo&M  from 

a  Shaker  dispensary  or  "nurse  shop." 


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Every  married  woman 
has  a  story 

every  single  girl 
would  like  to  know. 


as  told  to 


JAN  WEYL 


TAKE  a  peek  in  the  Journal  mailbox  any 
given  week,  and  chances  are  you'll  find  a 
letter  like  this:  "Dear  Editor:  I'm  twenty- 
six  and  I  want  to  get  married,  hut  I  never  meet 
any  eligible  men.  What  can  I  do?" 

Statistics  show  that  three  out  of  four  women 
are,  or  have  been,  married.  Obviously,  in  or- 
der to  get  married,  they  first  met  an  eligible 
njan.  This  is  not  always  easy.  So  we  asked  sev- 
eral prominent  women  to  tell  us  how  they  met 
their  husbands.  The  answers  below  confirm  our 
suspicion  that  the  only  consistent  formula  is 
"preparedness."  Be  ready  at  all  times.  Look 
your  best,  sharpen  your  personality,  act  as 
though  you  weren't  waiting  anxiously  for  some- 
thing to  happen — and  rise  to  the  occasion  when 
it  does.  As  to  how7  to  get  the  man  after  you've 
met  him — that's  another  story. 

"It  was  one  of  those  Greenwich  Village 
writers'  parties  where  everyone  present  was 
worrying  about  a  subplot.  'Meet  Jim  Michener,' 
my  host  said,  waving  in  the  direction  of  three 
young  men.  The  three  young  men  and  I  be- 
came a  quartet  arguing  about  the  destiny  of 
man,  but  I  didn't  learn  which  one  was  Jim 
Michener  until  a  whole  year  later,  when  I 
called  the  same  host  to  ask  about  getting  a  lit- 
erary agent,  and  he  said  he'd  send  someone 
over  who  was  a  real  authority.  The  receiver 
banged  at  the  other  end,  boomeranged  a  wild 
protest  as  I  surveyed  my  disorganized  hair  and 
baggy  blue  denims.  Too  late.  Moments  later 
came  a  knock  at  the  door.  On  the  threshold 
stood  one  of  the  soundest  opinions  on  the  des- 
tiny of  man.  Jim  Michener,'  he  announced. 
Remember?'  He  surveyed  the  mounds  of  man- 
uscripts and  me,  and  said,  'Come  on,  let's  take 
a  walk.'  We  walked  seventy-two  blocks — me 
still  in  blue  denims — and  after  two  hours  Jim 
announced,  It's  a  two-to-one  bet  we  fall  in 
love.'  He  is  very  wise.  \V  e  did." 

— >##•*.  •/<jm«'M  JlllrhciHT. 

"I  was  a  little  girl  in  pigtails  enjoying  a  rous- 
ing game  of  blindman's  buff  at  a  friend's  birth- 
day party.  When  my  turn  earne  to  be  the  blind 


man,  I  wras  slow  catching  anyone;  finally  I 
grabbed  someone's  arm,  and  tore  off  my  blind- 
fold to  look  into  the  grinning  face  of  a  dark  lit- 
tle boy  in  knee  pants.  'You  can  let  go  now,'  he 
said,  and  I  did,  but  not  for  long.  For  the  little 
boy's  name  was  Jan  Peerce,  and  this  was  the 
beginning  of  a  long  friendship — and  marriage." 

— Mm.  ■Inn  M't't'rrt'. 

"I  was  annoyed  that  night  because  I  hadn't 
wanted  a  blind  date.  My  date  (name  of  David 
Lilienthal)  was  annoyed  too — he'd  been  a  last- 
minute  substitute.  We  started  out  being  deter- 
minedly gay,  discovered  that  we  both  loved 
books  and  dramatics,  and  had  made  another 
date  before  the  evening  was  half  over.  We  were 
both  freshmen  at  DePauw,  the  Indiana  college 
Abe  Martin  referred  to  when  he  said  he  didn't 
know  Vhether  to  stay  single  or  go  to  DePauw.' 
We  both  wanted  to  stay  single,  and  felt  we  had 
enough  mutual  interests  to  insure  a  Platonic 
friendship.  The  Platonic  part  didn't  last  long, 
but  we  were  right  about  the  interests.  They've 
lasted  more  than  twenty-five  years,  and  we're 
still  good  friends."    _„rtl  Davia  ulUtnthaU 

"I  first  saw  Jesse  in  1922.  He  was  standing 
under  an  elm  beside  the  walk  leading  up  to  the 
high  school,  where  he  was  a  freshman,  wearing 
corduroy  knee  pants,  black  stockings  and  bro- 
gan  shoes.  The  elbows  of  his  black  pull-over 
were  reinforced  with  leather  patches.  He  had 
been  trapping,  and  the  teachers  complained 
about  the  scent  of  skunk  on  him.  I  looked  at 
him  and  he  looked  at  me,  but  neither  of  us 
spoke.  In  his  sophomore  year  he  started  wear- 
ing long  pants,  and  every  morning  he  walked 
five  miles  from  W-Hollow  across  a  high  hill  to 
the  street  across  from  my  house,  where  he 
waited  to  carry  my  books.  I  don't  know  whether 

1  loved  him  then,  or  just  admired  him,  but  I 
never  forgot  the  day  in  April  when  he  told  me  I 
was  beautiful.  We  waited  seventeen  years  from 
the  day  we  first  met,  before  we  could  get  mar- 
ried— and  sometimes,  when  Jesse  was  waging  a 
battle  against  the  school  system,  he  carried  two 
revolvers  when  he  came  courting  me." 

— .*##"«.  .Ii'hhv  Stuart. 

"On  the  morning  of  December  29,  1924,  I 
started  a  new  job  as  stenographer  in  the  Immi- 
gration Service  in  Buffalo,  New  York — and  at 

2  P.M.  that  very  same  day  I  casually  met  a  fel- 
low employee,  Marcus  Reback.  He  was  intro- 
duced by  another  man,  we  said  no  more  than 
the  social  amenities,  hut  I  felt  a  sudden  spark 
of  liking,  and  knew  right  then  that  I  wanted  to 
marry  him.  I'm  sure  he  didn't  share  the  idea 
that  suddenly,  hut  we  saw  each  other  Steadily, 
in  and  out  of  the  office,  for  going  on  seven 
years,  before  we  got  married.  Marcus,  a  gifted 


linguist,  is  literally  'guide,  philosopher,  and 
friend'  to  me,  and  is  a  walking  encyclopedia, 
too,  which  comes  in  mighty  handy  when  I'm 
vvrltlng-  -Taular  Caldu-vll. 

"A  columnist  was  coming  ver  to  do  a  piece 
on  one  of  the  girls  in  Al  Jolson's  new  show, 
Hold  On  to  Your  Hat.  Came  the  first  day  of 
rehearsal  and  there  he  was — Tex  McCrary.  So 
was  I,  fresh  from  California,  very  tanned — 
and  because  my  shoes  hurt,  I  was  walking 
around  barefoot,  swinging  a  gardenia  on  a  long 
stem.  Tex  took  one  look  and  decided  to  do  his 
column  on  'the  character.'  We  talked  for  ten 
minutes,  Tex  said  okay,  he  had  a  story.  It  was 
the  nicest  ever  written  about  me,  and  I  couldn't 
wait  to  thank  the  very  attractive  newspaper- 
man. We'd  really  hit  it  off  well,  and  I  was  sure 
he'd  come  back  to  another  rehearsal.  But  I 
guessed  wrong.  Tex  didn't  even  come  to  the 
show  after  it  opened.  I  didn't  see  or  hear  from 
him  again  until  two  years  later,  when  we  met 
again — by  accident.  This  time  we  really  clicked. 
And  I've  been  hearing  from  him  ever  since." 

— Jinx  Falkvnbura  McCraru. 

"When  my  husband  saw  me  for  the  first 
time,  he  took  one  look  and  bellowed,  'Mon 
DieuP  I  was  acting  in  a  Danish  movie  at  the 
time,  and  in  those  days  actors  and  actresses 
did  even  the  most  dangerous  stunts  themselves. 
So  when  the  script  called  for  me  to  bail  out  of 
an  airplane,  up  I  went — and  out  of  the  plane. 
But  we  hadn't  counted  on  the  wind.  It  was  so 
strong  that  it  carried  me  clear  out  of  the  cam- 
era's range  into  the  garden  of  a  home  in  Copen- 
hagen. I  landed  in  a  tree  in  the  garden,  and  a 
man  studying  a  music  score  on  the  terrace 
rushed  over  to  help  me  to  the  ground.  The  man, 
of  course,  was  Lauritz.  He  kept  muttering  to 
himself,  'Mon  Dieu,  mon  Dieu,'  but  he  soon 
changed  his  mind,  for  we  were  married  six 
months  later."        -Mrm.  LmmrU:  MmteMmr. 

"That  Saturday  morning  in  1925  when  the 
train  pulled  in,  all  us  girls  were  agog.  Our  high 
school  was  getting  two  men  teachers,  and  we 
had  come  dow  n  to  meet  them.  It  was  easy  to 
wangle;  introductions,  so  I  invited  them  to  my 
Sunday  school  the  next  morning.  On  Sunday, 
frilled  in  my  best,  I  deliberately  arrived  a  little 
late,  making  it  possible  for  me  to  sit  in  front  of 
them,  where  I  could  invite  them  to  the  evening 
service.  They  came  and  escorted  a  friend  and 
me  home.  Then  and  there  I  decided  on  my  fu- 
ture husband.  He  was  chubby  and  very  con- 
servatively dressed,  even  to  a  pancake  straw 
hat  lopping  his  round  face  and  crew  haircut. 
I  enrolled  in  all  his  classes,  even  Latin  and 
geometry,  which  I  hated.  He  was  also  the 

athletic  coach,  (CotUitMUd  on  J'age  J 15) 


"The  most  creative  job  a  woman  ever  does":  the  newest  Miller  has  arrived.  Joan's  labor  lasted  5  hours-13  less  than  average  for  a  first  delivery 

BABY'S  FIRST  YEAR 


Photographed  by 
Dana's  father, 

WAYNE  MILLER 


Beginning  a  picture  record  of 
what  you  can  expect  from 
your  baby's  first 
cry  to  his  first  birthday. 


ONE  March  evening  in  Chicago's  Frank  Cuneo  Hospital,  a  nurse  picked  up 
a  delivery-room  chart  and  entered  the  birth  of  "a  small  female,  weighing 
four  pounds  six  ounces,  generally  in  good  condition  and  well  formed." 
Thus  unemotionally  recorded,  Dana  Miller,  third  child  of  photographer 
Wayne  Miller  and  his  twenty-six-year-old  wife,  Joan,  began  life. 

On  arrival,  Dana  was  already  one  ofa  crowd.  In  any  given  hour,  an  aver- 
age of  410  babies  are  born  in  the  United  States:  there  are  ()H(>()  birth-  even 
day  and  more  than  3,000,000  every. year.  And  yet,  the  human  miracle  is  that 
each  of  these  babies,  identically  conceived  and  nurtured,  is  from  his  first 
breath  an  individual,  endowed  with  a  never-before-inatehed  heredity  and  a 
unique  world  to  grow  in.  For  many  years,  however,  parents  will  shape  this 
world,  giving  the  child  discipline  to  meet  its  demands  and  freedom  to  realize 
its  promise.  To  do  this  wisely,  from  the  beginning,  they  will  want  to  under- 
stand not  only  their  own  baby,  but  something  of  the  growth  laws  which 
govern  all  babies.  And  so,  for  12  issues,  the  Journal  will  chart  the  prob- 
lems and  patterns  of  an  average  first  year.  Through  these  and  the  month- 
to-month  pictures  of  little  Dana  Miller,  it  will  attempt  to  discover  what  a 
baby  is,  does,  thinks — the  better  that  you  may  know  yours  and  enjoy  him. 


End  of  a  long  journey.  It  takes  280  days  for  a  single  cell  to  grow  to  a 
full-term  baby.  About  105  boys  are  born  for  every  100  girls,  and  unless 
there's  a  history  of  twinning  in  your  families,  your  chances  are  1  in  90. 


Baby's  First  Month:  Fo 

Lots  of  tummy,  not  much  neck,  and  a  big,  wobbly  bead  thai 
one  fourth  the  body  length — few  newborn  babies  take  a  prize  I, 
looks,  but  most  of  them  are  thoroughly  ready  to  start  the  job  of  livi 
Three  weeks  after  conception  an  embryo's  heart  is  beating.  A  t 
month  fetus  can  move  its  legs,  arms  and  trunk,  and  five  months  befoi 
a  baby  is  born  he  has  practiced  breathing  movements  in  the  uteri 
and  even  learned  to  suck  his  thumb. 

And  yet  birth  itself  is  a  harsh  experience.  Never  again  must 
human  being  face  so  suddenly  so  many  facts  of  a  world  he  never  madi 
that  it  hurts  to  be  hungry;  it  is  painful  to  be  cold;  is  distressing  to  I 
no  longer  cradled  inside  a  mother's  body.  Considering  these  facts, 
is  no  wonder  that  every  baby  needs  a  good  start,  a  friendly,  seem 
relation  to  his  parents  and  his  home. 

Many  doctors  now  believe  that  this  can  and  should  begin  imme 
ately  after  birth.  Traditionally,  for  the  first  ten  days  or  so,  hospil 
born  babies  are  kept  in  a  nursery,  seeing  their  mothers  only  at  feed: 
time — with  a  hospital  clock  setting  that  time.  But  this  program,  gi 
experts  like  Dr.  Arnold  Gesell,  director  of  Yale  University's  Clinic  I 
Child  Development,  separates  mother  and  child  just  when  they  shou  !] 
be  closest.  Instead,  they  advocate  a  "rooming-in"  arrangem< 
whereby  the  baby  has  a  basket  near  his  mother's  bed  and  is  part 
under  her  care.  He  need  not  live  by  the  clock  on  the  wall,  but  may  i 
fed  when  he  cries,  allowed  to  sleep  till  he's  done  sleeping,  and,  best 
all,  enjoy  a  more  natural  intimacy  with  the  first  lady  in  his  life. 

Such  a  way  of  life  is  called  a  "self-demand"  schedule;  and  while,  ;)l 
present,  fewr  hospitals  provide  rooming-in  plans,  most  homes  can  fie 
to  self-demand.  For  several  weeks,  at  least,  the  baby  w  ill  be  happiest 


85%  of  American  babies  are  born  in  hospitals.  Aver- 
age cost  to  city  parents,  including  medical  fees  and 
room,  is  S250.  Home  equipment  may  addanother  .$100. 


Dana  Staved  in  incubator  three  days  after  delivery.  Al- 
though full -term,  she  was  classed  as  "immature"  be- 
cause of  her  sliglitness,  needed  extra  care  and  warmth. 


The  doctor's  chief  concern  is  a  baby's  birth  wail.  His 
first  cry  establishes  breathing  and  inflates  his  lungs, 
which  formerly  were  solid,  packed  in  chest  cavity. 


Most  babies  lose  a  few  ounces  after  birth,  bill  gain  back 
this  weight  in  a  week  or  so.  Dana  liked  her  lood  from 
the  start,  and  was  breast-fed  lor  her  first  six  months. 


The  average  full-term  baby  weighs  from  _ 
8  pounds,  measures  18  to  21  inches.  BraH 
about  half  the  size  it  will  reach  at  matu| 


I  j)  anil  about  on  the  third  day.  Most  dm 
believe  "early  ambulation"  helps  motliel 
feel  less  weak,  prevents  circulatory  disoM 


73 


id  Start- Easy  Does  It! 

10  fie  plans  his  meals  every  three  or  four  hours  regardless  of  whether 
le'  ready.  At  first  his  rhythms  of  hunger,  sleep  and  wakefulness  may 
jot  >e  yours.  He'll  have  his  own  ideas  of  when  day  ends  and  night 
ledjis,  and  the  family  stew  may  burn  when  he  picks  dinnertime  to 
no  ipolize  vou.  But  early  deference  to  a  baby's  needs  will  not  spoil 
lirt  From  the  start,  he'll  probably  cry  less,  have  fewer  digestive  up- 
«t  demand  less  attention  than  the  more  regulated  child.  Watching 
jdUttern  of  his  days,  you  can  work  out  a  routine  of  partnership. 

loth  of  you  will  probably  find  this  easiest  if  you  are  willing  and 
ibluo  breast-feed.  From  the  physical  point  of  view  alone,  breast  milk 
3  J  ideal  food.  It  is  always  at  the  right  temperature,  increases  in 
m.'tity  as  the  baby  needs  more,  and  is  free  of  contamination.  Breast- 
ed )abies  are  believed  to  have  a  higher  resistance  to  disease  than 
hx  bottle-fed  companions  and,  further,  are  more  satisfied  in  the 
;u<  ing  process  which  helps  to  develop  both  tongue  and  cheek  mus- 
:le  and  the  bones  of  jaw,  mouth  and  nose.  But  even  more  im- 
)0  int,  the  act  of  nursing  is  an  act  of  love — the  first  that  baby  knows, 
tn  the  one  that,  subconsciously,  we  can  none  of  us  ever  forget. 


feJv  for  cuddling  and  maybe  a  bath:  newborn  babies  are 
■red  with  a  waxlike  material  which  protects  skin,  and 
n  doctors  advise  leaving  it  untouched  for  10  days, 
■jjge  instead  of  tub  baths  are  suggested  until  baby's 
Bflical  cord  has  dropped  off  and  the  navel  has  healed. 


lore  footprint  on  one  more  certificate  of  birth: 
laby's  right  to  enter  school,  work,  to  inherit 
\ty  or  hold  office  may  depend  on  proof  of  age. 


al  stays  are  shorter,  too,  and  the  Millers  went 
after  eight  days.  But  it  still  takes  eight  weeks 
sack  to  normal,  and  for  three  of  them,  no  stairs. 


A  spot  of  admiration  from  sister  Jeanette,  3,  and  David,  18  months.  But  a 
two-week-old  baby  can't  distinguish  faces,  may  startle  if  voices  are  loud, 
or  if  abruptly  handled,  and  mainly  likes  sleep  much  more  than  company. 


re! 


THIS  is  the  month  I  should  like  to  skip.  If  we  can  get  away  with  leap  year  once  in  a  dog's  age, 
why  can't  we  ignore  the  month  of  March  and  forget  the  whole  thing,  like  a  blank  page  in  a 
badly  printed  book,  and  just  sit  around  and  hibernate?  Besides  myself,  I'll  bet  it  would  suit  a  lot 
of  folks.  Give  a  mind  to  it.  The  Abolish  March  Movement,  novel,  pleasing  and  with  certain 
savings  possible. 

SIGNS  OF  THE  TIMES.  I  notice,  as  I  slosh  about  my  domain,  many  signs  of  spring.  The 
brook  is  stirring  and  ready  for  its  annual  rampage.  Winter  has  sprung  a  few  timbers  on  the  bridge 
and  a  carpenter  would  come  in  right  handy  down  there.  The  snowdrops  arc  up  and  the  crocus 
children  are  being  let  out  to  play.  The  first  robin  has  crossed  my  path  and  I  expect  some  tenants 
soon— if  I  can  get  the  apartments  in  order  on  time.  These  arc  all  signs  of  the  times  and  signs  that 
there's  work  to  do,  and  if  I  can't  abolish  March  this  year,  I  can  <  (Continued  on  Page  238) 


I'HOTO  IIV  MI  AMI  KOW'l.l 


t 


By  ANN  BATCH  ELD  Ell 


1  March — the  wild,  woolly  show-off  is  here. 
And  the  wind!  It  plays  any  instrument  from  a 
jew's-harp  to  a  bull  fiddle.  It  laughs  as  it  plays. 
March — the  unpredictable. 

2  Peppergrass!  Shades  of  Aunt  Mehitabel's 
herb  border.  You'll  find  it  right  now  in  your 
seed  catalogue  as  garden  cress — because  it  can 
be  grown  in  a  garden  without  any  brook.  Well, 
when  you  can't  get  water  cress,  use  this  as  a  base 
for  your  salad  when  you  serve  roast  duck. 

3  On  a  bed  of  this  sprightly  herb  you  should 
have  fine-cut  oranges,  a  touch  of  chervil  and 
tarragon  leaves,  and  make  your  French  dressing 
with  tarragon  vinegar. 

4  This  one  is  credited  to  Spain,  which  no  doubt 
never  heard  of  it.  Very  thin  cucumber  slices  and 
thinner-than-paper  Spanish-onion  slices  are  put 
in  alternate  layers  in  a  glass  bowl  lined  with  tiny 
lettuce  hearts.  Each  layer  is  sprinkled  with  fine 
crisp  bread  crumbs  and  dressed  with  French 
dressing.  Chilled  to  a  fare-you-well.  Quite  a 
salad  too.  And  goes  with  game. 

5  "Fish-day  franks" — made  of  tuna  fish,  look 
like  frankfurters  and  come  all  ready  to  heat  and 
eat.  You  needn't  keep  them  for  Friday  either. 
What's  more,  you  might  make  some  yourself. 

6  Hachis  of  Beef  on  a  menu  is  hash,  and  don't 
let  it  fool  you.  A  fine  way  to  do  something  with 
it  is  this:  Cold  roast  beef  or  beef  loaf  (leftover) 
is  best.  Hash  it,  very  fine.  Bake  some  big  baking 
potatoes  and  cut  a  slice  off  the  top. 

7  Chapter  II:  Scoop  out  the  pulp  and  mash  it. 
Add  the  beef,  an  onion  chopped  very  fine  and 
sauteed  lightly  in  butter  or  margarine,  salt 
and  pepper  for  seasonings.  Beat  in  a  little 
chopped  parsley  and  a  few  drops  of  vinegar 
and  fill  the  potato  shells.  Put  back  in  the  oven 
to  heat. 

8  From  an  old  cookbook :  "Theonlygood  cucum- 
ber is  one  too  yellow  with  age  to  eat."  Now  a 
cucumber  would  begin  to  cut  up  just  when  it  was 
supposed  to  be  respectable ! 

©  English  mutton  chops  are  he-man's  meat. 
Bear  in  mind  that  they  should  be  three  inches 
thick,  a  split  kidney  folded  with  them  and  all 
bound  round  with  a  good  slice  of  bacon,  held  to- 
gether with  a  fine  cord.  Broil  rare,  so  they  say, 
and  serve  with  red  or  black  currant  jelly. 

10  To  those  who  like  peanut  butter  as  well  as  I 
do.  Of  course  you  do — everybody  does.  A  friend 
sent  me  a  big  box  of  little  peanut-butter  bars 
with  a  thin  crisp  mo- 
lasses coating.  Wonder- 
ful to  eat  and  good  in 
ice  cream  this  way: 

1 1  Take  about  a  dozen 
of  these  little  peanut- 
butter  bars.  Then  roll 
with  a  rolling  pin  until 
they're  all  crushed  up 
fine.  Havinganice  bowl 
of  vanilla  or  coffee  ice 
cream,  beat  the  crush- 
ers into  it  and  serve. 


12  Am  I  one  to  give  things  away !  Some  things, 
yes.  Well,  take  a  can  of  the  finest,  strongest 
chicken  broth,  mix  it  with  a  can  of  clam  broth, 
add  a  little  seasoning,  and  serve  hot,  but  hot,  in 
cups,  with  a  spoon  of  salted  whipped  cream  on 
top. 

13  And  now  for  a  spring  dessert.  Poach  some 
halved  apricots  in  their  sirup.  Flavor  the  sirup 
with  vanilla  to  taste.  Cool  and  drain  them. 

14  Part  II:  At  serving  time,  arrange  your  apri- 
cots on  balls  of  vanilla  ice  cream.  Set  the  cream 
on  large  macaroons  and  cover  the  whole  thing 
with  apricot  sirup  and  flavored  whipped  cream. 
This  is  found  in  no  reducing  diet  on  earth ! 

15  One  more  of  these  spring  affairs.  (It  is 
spring,  or  was  that  robin  a  false  alarm  yester- 
day?) Never  mind,  bake  some  smallish  tartlets, 
half  fill  with  half  apricots  and  mask  with  a  good 
jelly  or  jam,  filling  the  tart  pretty  full  of  same. 
Cover  with  whipped  cream  and  sprinkle  with 
chopped  pistachio  nuts.  Not  bad  at  all. 

16  Just  a  second  while  we  whip  up  that  quickie 
dressing  for  hearts  of  lettuce.  Take  a  cream 
cheese,  beat  it  up  with  a  tablespoon  of  vinegar,  a 
little  salt  and  pepper,  half  a  cup  of  tomato  sauce 
and  half  a  cup  of  mayonnaise.  Takes  no  time  at 
all.  Tastes  first  rate. 

17  The  next  time  you  cook  prunes,  add  some 
thin  lemon  slices  and  a  few  slices  of  preserved 
ginger.  The  family  will  go  for  prunes  all  right. 

IS  Have  I  spoken  of  this  before?  It  has  to  do 
with  an  omelet  fritter.  Make  a  plain  French 
omelet,  sprinkle  with  powdered  sugar.  Use  wa- 
ter, not  milk,  with  this  omelet.  Make  it  a  little 
underdone.  When  ready,  cut  it  into  small 
squares,  dip  in  thin  fritter  batter  and  fry  in  deep 
fat.  Serve  with  a  fruit  sauce. 

19  Next  time  you  make  creamed  chicken,  for 
each  two  cups  of  cream  sauce  add  a  half  cup  of 
minced  parsley  just  before  serving.  Serve  on 
boiled  rice.  No  trouble.  Nice  flavor,  looks  pretty. 

TO  BELINDA 

Belinda,  Belinda,  the  shy  is 

dull  and  grau, 
And  where  M  wait  beside  the  ante, 

seems  nearer  night  than  day. 
Belinda,  my  turn  true  lure,  elosed  are 

her  sightless  eyes. 
And  oh,  how  many  winter  snows 

hare  drifted  where  she  lies. 


20  Fishing  season  will  soon  be  here.  Better  get 
your  tackle  ready.  Tall  tales  will  be  told.  Maybe 
I'll  have  one  or  two  myself.  When  you  get  your 
trout,  brush  them  with  butter,  dip  them  in  flour 
and  fry,  turning  once.  Don't  forget  the  bacon  or, 
better  yet,  thin  slices  of  salt  pork.  Lemon  is  best 
with  trout — tartare  sauce  next. 

21  Once  I  wrote  this:  "Group  your  best  walnut 
and  other  nut  receipts  (you  know — nut  cake,  nut 
muffins,  cookies,  nut  bread,  and  so  on)  and  call 
it  the  Nutcracker  Suite."  Not  a  bad  idea  still. 

22  Getting  time  for  the  waffle  season  to  open 
again.  Be  sure  they're  crisp,  hot  and  preferably 
made  at  the  table.  Maple  sirup — with  plenty  of 
butter,  that's  perfect.  The  bee  is  another  reason 
for  waffles.  Heat  honey  with  a  good  piece  of  but- 
ter and  you  have  another  perfect  "pour." 

23  Serve  a  chocolate  pudding  with  a  coffee- 
custard  sauce — a  packaged  pudding  and  instant 
coffee  are  a  cinch  for  this. 

2  1  Remember  that  old  but  good  trick  of  keep- 
ing a  vanilla  bean  in  a  jar  of  sugar  for  cake  bak- 
ing? Now  there's  a  pure  vanilla  in  crystal  form 
which  you  can  mix  with  sugar.  Modern  version 
of  grandmother's  idea. 

25  Verse  I:  Know  what  "supreme"  means? 
The  best  part  of  anything  cooked  superbly.  Ex- 
ample: supreme  of  chicken. 

2tt  Verse  II:  And  to  make  it  you  might  bake 
chicken  breasts,  with  the  fillet  attached,  in 
cream  and  serve  with  a  rich  cream  sauce  to 
which  you've  added  some  pate  de  joie. 

27  A  combination  worth  trying:  French  string 
beans  with  baby  Limas.  Cook  them  separately. 
Season  with  salt  and  pepper.  Toss  them  together 
in  melted  butter— having  equal  parts  French 
and  Limas — add  a  little  lemon  juice  and  serve 
with  toast  triangles. 

2ft  It's  sugaring  time  up  north.  Got  to  have 
cold  nights  and  warm  days  in  this  lovely  busi- 
ness. And  snow  on  the  ground  so  the  big  sleds 
can  make  the  trail  to  the  sugarhouse.  Also  for 
that  maple-sirup-on-snow  routine. 

2f>  Cream  cheese  and  soft  maple  sugar  on 
whole-wheat  bread  cut  thin  and  spread  with 
country  butter  make  a  wonderful  sandwich  for 
tea  or  just  a  snack.  And  hot  sirup  with  raised 
doughnuts  are  a  combination  that  makes  the 
heart  beat  faster  remembering. 

30  Coconut-cream  spread  has  a  real  coconut 
flavor  and  is  the  year's  best  gift  from  the  Philip- 
pines. It's  elegant  on 
hot  buttered  toast.  Spe- 
cially good  as  an  ice- 
cream topping. 

31  My  household  is  in 
for  plinking  and  plunk- 
ing, for  I'm  taking  up 
the  guitar,  it's  such  a 
pretty  instrument.  One 
can  strum  and  sing  and 
dream  of  other  things. 
My  Old  Kentucky 
Home,  good  night. 


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21  KINDS  TO  CHOOSE  FROM :  Cream  of  Asparagus  •  Beef 
Bean  with  Bacon* Beef  Noodle  •  Black  Bean  •  Bouillon 
Cream  of  Celery  (new ! )  •  Chicken  with  Rice  •  Consomme 
Cream  of  Chicken  •  Chicken  Gumbo  •  Chicken  Noodle 
Clam  Chowder  •  Cream  of  Mushroom  •  Ox  Tail 
Green  Pea  •  Pepper  Pot  •  Scotch  Broth  •  Tomato 
Vegetable  •  Vegetarian  Vegetable  •  Vegetable- Beef. 


Perhaps  you've  already  tried  Campbell's  Cream  of  Chicken 
Soup.  If  so,  then  you're  probably  welcoming  it  often  at  your 
house.  Like  so  many  millions,  you  appreciate  both  its 
deliciousness  and  the  happy  way  it  fits  into  family  meals. 

Of  course  there's  a  special  reason  why  folks  have  taken  to 
this  new  soup.  They  found  it  so  rich  with  chicken  ...  so 
smooth  with  cream.  They  liked  those  tender  pieces  of  chicken 
all  through  it.  And  women  decided  that  here  was  a  delicious 
main-dish  soup  they  could  depend  on  for  nourishing  lunches 
and  suppers  .  .  .  and  for  the  youngsters,  too. 

If  you  haven't  yet  tried  this  fine  cream  of  chicken  soup,  do 
so  soon!  You're  really  missing  something! 


7>S. 


For  a  marvelous  Chicken- Cream  Sauce:  Stir  one  can  Campbell's 
Cream  of  Chicken  till  smooth.  Add  V2  cup  milk  slowly,  stirring 
constantly.  Heat  and  serve.  Makes  about  l3A  cups. 


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Soaping  dulls  hair. 
Halo  glorifies  it ! 


Not  a  soap, 

not  a  cream  

Halo  cannot  leave 


9W^§^      dulling,  dirt-catching 
^s^ZT         soap  film! 


Removes 
embarrassing 
dandruff  from  both 
hair  and  scalp! 


Yes,  "soaping"  your  hair  with 
even  finest  liquid  or  oily  cream 
shampoos  leaves  dulling, 
dirt-catching  film.  Halo,  made 
with  a  new  patented  ingredient, 
contains  no  soap,  no  sticky  oils. 
Thus  Halo  glorifies  your  hair 
the  very  first  time  you  use  it. 

Ask  for  Halo  America's 
favorite  shampoo_at  any  drug 
or  cosmetic  counter! 


Gives  fragrant 
1  soft-water'''  lather 

 needs  no 

special  rinse! 


Halo  leaves  hair 

soft,  manageable  

shining  with  colorful 
natural  highlights! 


Halo  reveals  the  hidden  beauty  of  your  hair! 


u  i\Ti:ii timi: 

(Continued  from  Page  35) 


steam  seaward,  to  America,  and  the  Sirius 
would  steam  home  to  the  ruins  of  Nordune. 

Martin  hailed  his  second  in  command,  the 
mate  Hein  Rode,  who  squatted  motionless 
on  the  forward  deck,  his  lean  back  propped 
against  the  drum  of  a  winch. 

"Cast  off — we're  going  home!" 

"Going  home,"  echoed  the  mate. 

Martin  caught  the  other's  mocking  tone. 
He  smiled.  It  was  a  game  they  played,  a 
grim,  small,  harmless  game. 

Hein  Rode  pocketed  his  pipe,  stood  up.  He 
jerked  his  salt-encrusted  cap  low  into  his 
face  and  shuffled  away,  a  dwarfish  and  ema- 
ciated figure,  to  summon  the  rest  of  the  crew. 
The  towline  relaxed  into  a  dripping  bight  as 
the  tug  ranged  alongside  the  larger  vessel. 
The  men  of  the  Sirius  stood  in  the  stern, 
hauling  at  the  line. 

A  whistle  blast.  Aboard  the  transport  not 
all  was  clear.  The  big  ship's  engines  had  been 
stopped.  The  seas  pounded  its  tall  sides. 
Faces  lined  the  railing,  soldier  faces  pale  in 
the  wind.  There  was  a  stumbling  commotion 
amidships.  Through  a  loud-speaker  a  flat 
voice  commanded: 

"Stand  by!  Stand  by  to  take  off  a  stow- 
away." 

Martin  saw  her  then.  She  was  a  girl.  She 
wore  a  gray-green  uniform.  A  crimson  scarf 
was  wrapped  around  her  neck.  She  looked 
small  and  hapless  between  two  sailors  who 
held  her  arms. 

He  called  the  mate  to  the  wheel.  Somebody 
had  lowered  a  Jacob's  ladder  over  the  side  of 
the  transport.  The  Sirius  swept  close  into  the 
lee  of  the  drifting  giant  and  for  a  moment 
it  seemed  as  if  the  girl  would  be  crushed 
between  the  seesawing 
ships. 

The  girl  knew  the  peril. 
On  the  rungs  of  the  lad- 
der she  paused.  She  clung 
to  the  side  of  the  rolling 
steamer  and  refused  to 
go  on. 

"Fetch  a  net,"  the  loud-speaker  blared. 
"Shove  the  woman  in  a  cargo  net." 

But  the  girl  shook  her  head.  She  continued 
to  climb  down  the  swinging  ladder.  Her  hair 
was  blown  across  her  eyes.  Her  eyes  were 
closed.  She  was  feeling  her  way.  Soldiers, 
crowding  the  bulwarks  above,  watched  her 
in  silence.  A  few  of  them  tossed  packages  of 
cigarettes  down  onto  the  tug. 

Martin  stood  below  the  girl.  Wetterman, 
the  engineer,  stood  at  his  side.  They  were 
waiting  for  a  wave  higher  than  the  others. 
The  danger  was  real.  The  wave  came.  As  the 
Sirius  reared  amid  the  noise  of  oak  timbers 
crashing  upon  steel,  Martin,  reaching  high, 
seized  the  girl  around  the  hips.  The  wave 
rolled  by.  The  tug  plunged.  Martin  held  on. 
The  girl  let  go  the  ladder  with  a  fearful  cry. 

She  slumped  on  a  canvas  chair  in  the  cap- 
tain's cabin.  Martin  eyed  her  in  silence.  She 
was  a  small  girl.  Young,  he  thought.  Twenty- 
three.  And  scared. 

She  had  lowered  her  face.  Her  hair  had 
fallen  forward  in  a  light  bronze  tangle.  Her 
hands  were  slender  and  well-made,  her  finger- 
nails cut  short.  The  clumsy  uniform  hid  the 
contours  of  her  body,  but  she  did  not  look 
famished. 

"Don't  feel  bad,"  Martin  told  her. 

She  did  not  stir. 

"Are  you  hungry?" 

The  girl  did  not  answer.  Stowaways  aboard 
ships  out  of  Nordune  were  no  rarity.  Since  the 
end  of  the  already  distant  war,  many  had 
tried  to  leave  the  wasted  country;  nine  out 
of  ten  would  leave  it  if  they  could. 

Martin's  awareness  of  this  girl's  despair 
vaguely  disturbed  him.  Without  someone's 
permission,  without  an  "exit  permit,"  flight  is 
a  crime,  he  thought.  His  duty  as  a  shipmaster 
was  to  turn  her  over  to  the  police.  And  he 
detested  playing  the  role  of  a  gendarme. 

"I  can  give  you  a  herring,"  he  said. 

The  girl  moved  her  head.  She  did  not  lrx>k 
up.  She  swayed  with  the  lurching  motions  of 
the  tug,  and  her  hair  trembled  with  the  vibra- 
tions of  the  propeller.   The  northwester 


^  Prudence  keeps  life  safe, 
W  but  it  does  not  often  make 
it  happy.         —SAMUEL  JOHNSON. 


whined  outside  the  open  door.  It  hooted;, 
cordantly  among  the  choppy  seas.  The  94 
was  steaming  toward  Nordune.  The  n\ 
stood  at  the  wheel. 

Martin  said,  "We'll  soon  be  in  cal» 
water." 

The  girl  curled  her  hands  against  I 
knees.  She  withdrew  her  hands  quickly  | 
then  she  was  moistening  her  palms  with  ■ 
tongue. 

"The  ropes  burned  your  skin,"  he  si, 
"I  had  to  force  you  to  let  go  the  ladder.  1 
might  have  been  killed."  And  as  she  loo| 
at  her  hands,  he  added,  "Do  they  hurt? 

The  girl  hid  her  hands  between  her  kn 
"What  do  you  want?" 

"Nothing." 

He  noticed  that  she  was  staring  at 
men's  boots  she  wore.  In  a  tired,  warm  w 
she  said,  "  I  wish  I  could  fall  asleep  and  n<  ' 
wake  up.  I  wish  the  wind  had  blown 
away." 

"Well,"  Martin  said,  "it  didn't." 

She  looked  at  him  suddenly.  Her  gla 
made  him  feel  like  someone  who  has  ui 
pectedly  been  tapped  on  the  shoulder  in ; 
serted  house.  She  sat  erect  and  swept  bad 
hair  with  both  hands  and  looked  at  him. 
eyes  were  knowing  eyes.  There  was  in  t; 
an  expression  of  watchful  resignation, 
gled  with  candor  and  distrust. 

"What  are  you  going  to  do  with  me?" 
asked. 

He  shrugged.  "I  don't  know.  Take 
back.  Where  do  you  belong?" 

"I  wish  I  knew."  She  stared  toward 
cabin  door,  then  closed  her  eyes. 

  Martin  turned  quid 

^■■■■i^B  There,  in  the  doorfrai 
stood  the  engineer.  In 
faded  khakis  and  wax 
engine-room  mules 
man  seemed  untouched 
the  cold.  Lines  of  inte 
concentration  marked 
forehead.  He  regarded  the  girl.  In  his  lo 
yellowish  face  the  eyes  burned  like  urn!  I 
lanterns,  attentively  curious,  and  at  oi 
triumphant  and  impersonal. 
"Wetterman!" 

The  engineer  blinked.  "Can  I  help?" 

"No."   Martin's  voice  became  har 
"What's  your  errand?" 

"Scientific."  The  lines  vanished  fim  I 
Wetterman's  forehead.  Instead  he  show 
two  rows  of  strong  teeth.  "Excuse  the 
trusion." 

He  closed  the  door.  Through  the  cat  i 
porthole  Martin  watched  him  move  aw 
The  mules  clanked  as  he  descended  the  1  i 
der  to  the  main  deck.  The  sounds,  to  Man 
were  as  disconcerting  as  the  man.  Wettern 
was  a  Communist,  though  not  of  the 
that  brawls  in  the  streets.  No  one  aboard 
ever  seen  him  angry  or  in  haste. 

The  girl  had  opened  her  eyes.  She 
shivering. 

"Cold?* 

"That  man,"  she  said.  "He  fright 
me." 

"He's  our  engineer,"  Martin  said  calm 

He  studied  her  face.  The  skin  was  cl< 
and  fair,  the  cheekbones  set  high,  the  d" 
firm  and  faintly  pointed,  the  eyes  spac 
wider  than  was  common  among  the  worn 
of  the  west.  Bait  or  Slav,  he  thought, 

"You  come  from  the  east,"  he  said.  "Wh 
is  your  name?" 

"Lisa.  I  am  Latvian." 

"You  speak  the  German  well." 

"My  father  was  a  sch<x>lmaster." 

"Did  you  come  with  your  people?"  Mi 
tin  asked. 

The  eyebrows  moved  up  in  Lisa's  face 
if  so  much  naivete  surprised  them.  "N 
family?"  she  said  slowly.  "No." 

The  Sirius  pounded  into  a  valley  betWB 
two  waves.  Lisa-  winced.  An  oilskin  co 
hanging  over  Martin's  bunk  moved  aw; 
from  the  wall  at  a  grotesque  angle.  As  tl 
stern  fell  and  the  bows  were  jarred  hiK 
Lisa  went  on: 

(Continued  mi  Pate  HO) 


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79 


—she  can  give  you 
a  whole  new  world 


Do  you  feel,  as  so  many  women  do,  a  disturb- 
ing self-doubt — a  sense  of  not  living  up  to  the 
self  you  so  want  to  be? 

There's  no  need  for  you  to  live  with  an  "un- 
wanted" self!  Delightful  transformations  can 
happen  to  you — and  you  can  make  them  happen. 

Within  yourself  is  a  magic  power  that  can 
help  to  give  you  a  whole  new  world.  This  power 
grows  out  of  the  constant  interrelation  of  your 
Outer  Self  and  your  Inner  Self — the  way  you 
look  and  the  way  you  feel. 

It  is  this  power  that  gives  the  happy  lift  of 
confidence  that  sparkles  out  from  you,  when  you 


know  you  look  lovely.  But — it  can  also  plunge 
you  into  wretched  self-reproach,  when  you  feel 
you  haven't  looked  your  best.  This  is  the  very 
sound  reason  you  should  never  belittle  those 
daily  attentions  that  can  add  so  much  to  your 
outer  loveliness — and  to  your  inner  contentment. 

"Outside-Inside"  Face  Treatment 

It  can  mean  so  much  to  you,  and  all  who  love 
you,  if  you  encourage  your  face  to  express  you 
—  truly  and  happily.  And  this  rewarding  "Out- 
side-Inside" Face  Treatment  with  Pond's  Cold 
Cream  can  help  you  beautifully.  It  cleans  and 
smooths  your  whole  face— makes  your  skin  glow 
— makes  you  look  lovelier. 

Clip  this  easy  treatment,  tuck  it  up  in  your 
mirror — so  you'll  never  forget  to  do  it!  Then — 


always  at  bedtime  (for  day  cleansings,  too)  help 
your  face  to  show  new  loveliness  this  way: 

Hot  stimulation  —  giw-  face  a  quick  spla*h  of  hot  water. 

('ream  C.lennse — swirl  light.  flufl\  Point's  Cold  Cream  all 
over  your  face.  This  softens,  sweeps  dirt  and  make-up 
from  pore  openings.  Tissue  off — well. 

{  '.renin  Rinse — do  another  Pond's  Creaming  to  rinse  off 
last  traces  of  dirt.  Iea\e  skin  immut ulnte.  Tissue  off. 

Cold  Stimulation — a  tonic  cold  water  splash. 

This  "Outside-Inside"  Face  Treatment  actu- 
ally works  on  both  sides  of  vour  skin.  From 
the  Outside — Pond's  Cold  Cream  softens  and 
sweeps  away  surface  dirt  as  you  massage.  From 
the  Inside — every  step  of  this  treatment  stimu- 
lates beauty-giving  circulation  in  your  face. 

Captivating  I\ancr  du  Font  says,  "It's  fun  to 
do  this  Pond's  treatment,  and  your  skin  looks 
wonderful  alter  it." 

It's  not  vanity  to  develop  the  beauty  of  your 
face.  It  is  so  encouraging  to  feel  your  face  is 
saying  lovely  things  about  you  wherever  you 
go.  You  discover  a  new  confidence  in  yourself. 
The  Inner  You  is  brought  closer  to  others. 


—  She  will  lie  aiming  (his 
Spring's  loveliest  brides 

Beauty  ami  sheer  jo\  in  li\ing  sparkle  in 
NanCJ  du  Pout's  bewitching  lace— leave  all 

who  Bee  her  warm  around  the  heart.  I  i  >r  her 
face  (lives  out  the  eager  interest  in  ever)  thing 

and  everyone,  the  Fun-loving  friendliness. 

that  are  so  expressive  of  her  Inner  Self. 


Mi*s  Xancy  du  Font-one  of  her  great  beauties  is  her  radiant  complexion.  She  keeps  her  face  looking 
soft  and  velvety  with  Pond's  Cold  Cream.  "It  is  the  most  wonderful  cream  I  know,  8he 


YOUR  FACE  IS  WHAT  YOU   MAKE  IT- 

pive  vour  face  this  especially  reward- 
ing Pond's  rare.  Get  yourself  a  bis: 
jar  of  Pond's  Cold  Cream  —  today! 


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Durkees 


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Look -for  this  Seal 


est,  clearest  yet 

sweet  milk  and  other  choice 
Each  pound  is  enriched  with  15,* 

Durkee's  available  yellow  or  ur 

1.  YELLOW.  ..in  >A  lb.  prims  in  the  33Stati 

2.  WITH  CAPSULE  ...  in  Color-Ease  h;.M 

3.  WHITE  ...  in  the  ikonoin) -package. 
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"They 
brother." 

"Where  is  he?" 

"I  don't  know.  We  were  separated  when 
we  crossed  the  Oder." 
"Where?" 

"On  a  highway  bridge— I  don't  really  re- 
member. Long  ago  .  .  .  last  winter  .  .  .  after 
they  took  away  my  father." 

"Who?" 

"Russians." 

"You  came  to  Nordune  alone?" 

"Yes."  Again  she  lowered  her  face.  She 
spoke  nervously,  in  snatches.  "I  thought  I 
might  find  a  place  where  I  can  belong.  It's 
the  same  .  .  .  everywhere.  In  the  camps  peo- 
ple are  wild  and  terrible.  Outside  the  camps 
they  quarrel— because  we  need  a  place  to 
sleep.  In  the  town  they  would  not  give  me 
ration  cards.  No  work  card.  No  paper  from 
the  housing  office.  'Go  to  a  camp,'  they  told 
me.  Questions  they  ask,  countless  ques- 
tions. .  .  .  Now  you  question  me  like  a  police- 
man." 

"I  am  not  a  policeman,"  Martin  said.  "I 
am  the  captain  of  this  tug.  My  name  is  Mar- 
tin Helm." 

"Would  you  like  an  American  cigarette?" 

She  seemed  glad  to 
have  found  a  way  to 
wriggle  out  of  further 
explanations.  From 
the  neck  opening  of 
her  officer's  blouse 
she  extracted  a  carton 
of  cigarettes:  better 
than  money ;  a  carton 
was  worth  a  thousand 
marks,  a  hundred  dol- 
lars at  the  official 
rate. 

Martin  thought, 
Perhaps  she  is  lying. 
She  is  afraid  of  whai 
will  happen  to  her.  A 
stray  girl  knows  what 
happens  most  often. 
The  constabulary  will 
want  to  know  what  she 
is  doing  in  a  lieuten- 
ant's uniform.  She  has 
no  ration  cards,  no  per- 
mit to  exist.  She  can- 
not go  back  to  Latvia. 
Likely  as  not,  the  trans- 
port has  radioed  the 
port  commander.  Three 

months.  That's  routine  punishment  for  stow- 
aways. The  uniform  makes  it  worse.  A  year. 
In  jail.  She  is  afraid  and  tries  to  look  brave. 

She  surprised  him  by  saying,  "I  don't 
want  to  make  trouble  for  you." 

"What  trouble?" 

Martin  took  a  crude  lighter  from  his 
pocket.  Kossack,  the  tugboat's  stoker,  had 
made  it  out  of  a  rifle  cartridge,  a  flint  and 
parts  of  an  alarm  clock.  Flints  cost  five 
marks  each;  before  the  war  they  were  three 
for  ten  pfennigs.  But  flints  were  easier  to  get 
than  matches,  which  were  rationed:  a  box  a 
month. 

"You  could  live  a  year  on  those  ciga- 
rettes," he  said. 

"I  don't  want  such  a  life." 
"It's  better  than  no  life  at  all." 
"No,"  she  said.  "It's  better  to  die." 

The  words  startled  him.  Where  had  he 
heard  such  words  before?  Marianne!  Mari- 
anne liked  to  talk  about  the  glory  of  dying. 

Martin  said,  "There's  no  glory  in  dying." 

"Why  should  there  be  glory  anywhere?" 
Lisa's  voice  carried  no  trace  of  the  limp  yet 
rocklike  apathy  that  engulfed  the  population 
of  the  smashed  cities.  In  Nordune  the  women 
vastly  outnumbered  the  men,  but  there  was 
something  that  set  this  Lisa  apart  from  the 
beaten  and  embittered  horde.  She  said,  "All 
I  really  want  is  a  normal  life." 

"Maybe  we  lx>th  want  the  same  thing," 
he  told  her. 

"Oh." 

"  What  made  you  lx>ard  the  ship  to  Amer- 
ica?" 

"Must  I  tell  you?" 

"I'm  only  trying  to  find  a  way  for  you." 
"I  don't  " 


"The  police  will  take  you  to  theCathed 
Court  bomb  bunker  to  spend  the  nigh] 
Martin  said.  "With  the  thieves  and 
whores." 

"  It's  a  bad  place." 

"You  know  it?" 

"Yes." 

"Would  your  American  on  the  ship  ht 
you  after  he  arrives  in  New  York?" 


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Lisa  looked  away,  through  the  brass  tin 
of  the  porthole.  "It  wasn't  like  that,"  s 
said.  "I  stole  the  uniform  in  a  house  th, 
was  requisitioned  for  American  officers. 

"You  went  in  and  took  it?" 

"I  went  in  and  took  it.  I  needed  it  to  bj 
me  slip  aboard  the  steamer  to  America  1  h 
in  a  lifeboat,  and  then  the  wind  tore  i 
cover  from  the  boat  and  they  found  me." 

"Did  they  question  you?" 

Lisa  nodded.  "They  thought  whal  v< 
thought.  They  wanted  to  know  who  h; 
smuggled  me  aboard." 

"Did  you  love  a  soldier?" 

"No,"  Lisa  said.  "I  hate  war.  I  hate; 
soldiers." 

Blunt  questions;  sound  answers.  A  loi 
while  they  were  silent.  Lisa  was  avoiding! 
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tacked  against  t 
cabin  bulkhead: 
frigate  under  s: 
passing  the  red  ra 
parts  of  Helgola 
Isle,  a  dead  ch 
among  bloom  ingfk 
ers,  a  nude  danci 
for  an  audience 
one-legged  men 

Martin  thrust  I 
face  through  thecai 
in  porthole.  His  eyij 
narrowed  as  the  coI| 
wind  struck  him. 
Sirius  pounded  uj 
river  under  a  darki 
ing  sky.  The 
blew  the  manes  froi! 
the  backs  of  the  gra; 
brown  seas.  Excej 
for  the  groaning  der 
licts,  there  was  notl 
ing  to  mark  the  riw 
channel.  The  fairwa 
among  the  shiftir 
sands  had  bee 
stripped  of  buoys  b 
last  winter's  flood-driven  ice,  buoys  nevi 
replaced,  since  none  could  be  obtained.  N' 
matter.  Martin  understood  the  river  as  we' 
as  any  man  can  understand  the  courses  \ 
his  youth.  And  the  trusted  Hein  Rode  he 
the  wheel. 

"They  are  horrible  and  beautiful,"  Li 
said  suddenly. 
"Who?" 

"The  aquarelles  on  your  wall." 

"They  were  done  by  a  woman  who  lost  h 
right  leg  in  a  bombardment." 

"Oh,  how  sad.  Is  she  your  wife?" 

"No."  He  added,  as  though  the  words  he 
for  him  a  peculiar  fascination,  "She  also 
horrible  and  beautiful.  Her  name  is  Mar 
anne." 

Lisa  looked  at  him.  She  seemed  to 
"Why  do  you  tell  me  this?" 

Martin  said.  "What  shall  we  do  with  you 
Do  you  have  friends  in  Nordune?" 

"No." 

"We  must  make  up  our  minds,"  he  wen 
on.  "  If  you  tell  the  police  that  you  were  witj 
an  American,  they  will  go  less  hard  on  you 
If  you  tell  them  that  you  took  the  uniforrr 
it  will  be  a  serious  matter.  It's  better  to  b 
classed  as  a  mistress  than  as  a  thief.' 

Lisa  was  sobbing  now. 

Martin  thought,  /  can  never  be  a  rww 
gendarme.  This  Lisa  speaks  the  truth.  II 
asked : 

"Are  you  wearing  anything  underneatl 
your  uniform?" 

Lisa  looked  up  at  him.  "No." 

"That  makes  it  easier.  Take  off  your  urn 
form.  Throw  it  overboard;  it's  dangerouB  t' 
keep  it.  Keep  the  scarf,  and  keep  thow 
shoes." 

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Lisa  did  not  shift  her  gaze.  She  said, 

"What  shall  I  wear?" 
"Your   cigarettes   will   get   you  some 

clothes." 

"But  now  " 

"Just  now  it's  better  if  you  have  no 

clothes." 
"Yes." 

"Then  hide  in  my  bed.  Draw  shut  the 
curtain." 

She  gave  him  a  smile.  A  smile  that  was  odd 
in  Nordune!  Martin  left  the  cabin.  As  he 
slammed  the  door  he  saw  Lisa  sit  bolt  up- 
right, her  hands  pressed  against  her  temples. 

The  storm  beat  against  his  face  and  the 
river  roared.  Far  off  on  the  left  the  Vulcania 
Shipyards  lay  in  a  broken  tangle.  On  the 
right,  beyond  the  distant  line  of  dikes,  the 
high-peaked  straw  roofs  of  peasant  dwellings 
stood  calm  in  the  gale. 

Martin  scaled  the  ladder  to  the  steering 
bridge.  He  would  talk  to  the  mate  about  the 
problem  of  Lisa.  At  the  hand  wheel  Hein 
Rode  slouched,  a  nutcracker  with  a  reddened 
nose  and  jutting  chin.  His  overcoat  flapped 
about  his  ankles.  The  tide  had  changed;  it 
was  running  in,  and  the  gale  was  pressing  the 
waters  of  the  North  Sea  inland.  Forgotten 
mines  had  a  way  of  meandering  upriver  with 
the  tides. 

Martin  stepped  to  windward.  Instead  of 
speaking  about  Lisa,  he  said,  "Nothing  to 
do  on  the  river  tomorrow.  We  could  cart 
your  wife  to  the  hospital." 

"Aye."  The  mate  shouted  bitterly  against 
the  wind.  "They  told  me  to  wait — no  beds! " 

Martin  said  nothing.  The  hospital  people 
told  Hein  Rode  that  no  bed  was  available 
for  his  sick  wife.  What  was  there  to  say? 

The  two  men  stood  in  silence,  and  each 
was  aware  of  a  kinship  more  profound  than 
that  which  normally  exists  between  a  skipper 
and  his  Second  in  command. 

Martin  Helm  was  tall.  The  sweater  he  wore 
was  tucked  beneath  a  plaited  marline  belt. 
His  denims  carried  canvas  patches  at  the 
knees,  and  the  sailmaker's  stitches  bore  wit- 
ness that  the  patching  had  not  been  done  by 
any  woman's  hand.  He  was  at  home  in  winds 
that  sweep  across  water.  Along  the  gutted 
river  front  of  Nordune  he  was  known  as  an 
able  mariner,  a  shy  man,  a  stranger  who  had 
returned  from  America  and  who  was  still 
irritatingly  untouched  by  the  foulness  and 
demoralization  of  defeat. 

Transposed  to  another  environment,  the 
master  of  the  Sirius  might  have  been  judged 
a  rancher  from  New  Zealand,  or  a  salmon 
fisherman  from  Bristol  Bay.  The  woman  who 
conceived  him,  and  who  died  in  childbirth, 
had  been  a  native  of  Helgoland.  And  had 
that  red  rock  which  rises  like  a  desecrated 
church  from  the  stormiest  waters  of  Europe 
not  been  bartered — in  1890 — against  the 
African  island  of  Zanzibar,  Martin  would 
have  been  born  a  subject  of  the  British 
Crown.  As  matters  stood,  he  was  a  German. 
Helgoland  lay  torn  and  blasted;  Nordune 
had  become  his  home  between  voyages  to 
distant  ports. 

He  had  come  home  to  Nordune  in  the 
summer  of  1946.  He  had  come  home  from  a 
camp  in  Texas,  a  prisoner  of  war.  On  the  day 
after  his  arrival  from  Texas  he  had  stood  on 
Borkum  Allee  and  stared  into  the  wreckage 
of  his  house.  Only  the  bricks  were  left,  ashes, 
rusted  pieces  of  the  garden  fence.  Doors, 
window  frames,  even  the  bathtub  had  been 
carried  off  by  salvagers  or  looters.  He  had 
stared  as  if  waiting  for  a  sign  from  the  dead, 
and  then  he  had  walked  away. 

1  [e  had  gone  to  Marianne,  whom  he  found 
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"This  is  not  Texas!" 

"No." 

"To  rebuild,'-'  she  had  said,  "one  needs  an 
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SS  Sirius 

NORDUNE 

In  future  communications  refer  to:  Depart- 
ment Economics,  Sub- Department  C,  Division: 
Reconstruction,  Section:  Building  Permits, 
Group:  Returned  Prisoners  of  War,  Locality': 
Nordune,  Secretariat  HTF/B  2346/  KD  18/ 
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an  objective  under  present  policies  of  adminis- 
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Rebuild?  The  task  of  reconstruction  was 
so  enormous  that  a  man  was  tempted  to  run 
from  it.  How  carry  off  the  debris  of  five  cen- 
turies without  machines?  Without  trucks, 
without  gasoline,  without  tires?  How  build 
without  nails,  without  cement?  Nordune 
was  aswarm  with  bedraggled  women  who  pa- 
tiently cleaned  bricks.  With  little  hammers 
they  pecked  away  at  countless  old  bricks. 
Twenty  thousand  bricks  were  needed  to 
build  a  four-room  dwelling.  Thirty  thousand 
dwellings  had  been  smashed  to  pieces  in 
Nordune.  The  statue  of  Martin  Luther  still 
lay  where  it  had  fallen  on  its  back,  waiting 
for  somebody  to  carry  it  away. 

Four  months  now  Martin  had  skippered 
the  Sirius,  towing  ocean  traffic  on  the  Nor- 
den  River.  The  Sirius  was  black  and  squat. 
No  flag  flew  from  her  mast.  Her  scarred 
flanks  were  streaked  with  rust  and  her  en- 
gine had  the  pull  of  five  hundred  horses.  She 
steamed  toward  Nordune,  her  engine  rum- 
bling, devoid  of  hesitations,  of  desire  for 
warmth  or  fear  of  the  winter.  If  men  could 
be  like  tugboats  


t£  How  many  people  would  be  mute 
^  if  they  were  forbidden  to  speak 
well  of  themselves  and  ill  of  others! 

—MADAME  DE  FONTAINE. 


Tonight  in  the  bomb-bunker  jail,  Martin 
thought,  Lisa  ivill  shiver  without  a  blanket. 

Everybody  dreaded  the  winter.  Hunger, 
sickness,  frozen  limbs.  Last  winter,  people 
said,  had  been  bad.  The  October  storm  was 
shouting  that  this  winter  would  be  worse. 

Martin  looked  at  Hein  Rode.  In  his  shabby 
overcoat,  too  large  for  his  shrunken  frame, 
Hein  Rode  was  worried  too.  Not  about  his 
own  durability.  He  was  worried  about  his 
wife. 

A  week  ago  an  itinerant  hawker  had 
sold  Nora  Rode  a  liter  of  oil.  She  had  been 
glad  to  get  it.  She  had  fried  turnips  and  po- 
tatoes in  the  oil.  It  was  torpedo  oil.  The 
younger  children  vomited  blood  and  the 
woman  collapsed  in  agony.  Inflammation 
of  the  nerves.  The  doctor  said  that  in  the 
end  she  would  be  paralyzed. 

Hein  Rode  was  smoking  his  pipe.  As  to- 
bacco he  used  dried  cherry  leaves.  He  in- 
haled the  smoke  into  his  bony  chest  and  did 
not  seem  bothered  by  its  acrid  bite,  nor  by 
the  cold  wind  and  the  flying  spray.  He  was 
sick  with  worry  about  his  wife.  Sick  people 
do  not  feel  cold  and  hunger  as  others  do. 

In  the  far  past  Hein  Rode  could  afford 
children  because  he  had  been  the  master  of 
a  Hansa  liner  sailing  between  Nordune  and 
the  East  Indies.  Hein's  youngest  daughter — 
Susanna — was  seven.  She  was  a  girl  with  a 
sweet  face  and  long  brown  curls.  Born  after 
the  advent  of  the  ration  tickets,  she  had 
never  worn  a  new  pair  of  shoes. 

Last  winter  a  marshland  peasant  who 
liked  her  had  said  to  her,  "I  will  give  you  a 
chick." 

"A  little  chick?  A  real  one?" 
"Ja,  min  deem." 

He  had  given  her  a  yellow-feathered  four- 
teen-day-old chick.  Susanna  had  carried  it 
home  in  her  cupped  hands.  She  had  nursed 
the  chick  and  listened  to  its  chirping.  The 
Rode  family  lived  in  one  room  on  a  side 
street  of  the  demolished  Avenue  of  the  Loaf- 
ers. Most  of  the  space  was  taken  up  by  the 
beds  and  the  cookstove,  and  it  was  here  that 
the  chicken  had  grown  up. 

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tmas  Day  the  family  had  sat 
stove  and  sung  carols.  Suddenly 
jdliad  said,  "I  guess  we'll  cook  the 
ai  eat  it.  It's  Christmas!" 
initad  cried  out  in  protest,  "  But  it's 
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mi  of  smelling  chicken  under  the 
flii  Rode  had  grumbled.  "We  can 
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I  frr  Susanna  had  crawled  under  the 
pltform  of  beds.  She  had  hugged 
'bi  to  her  ribs,  and  shouted  from 
tip  beds,  "Papa — please;  if  you  kill 
kj— I'm  going  to  kill  myself." 
rill:  silence  had  invaded  the  room, 
lenate's  wife  had  said  tenderly, 
r  li;p  the  chicken,  Hein.  I  know  how 
•  |  t — after  all — it's  Christmas." 
nJiept  her  chicken  and  nursed  it  and 
i|  through  the  winter.  On  sunny 
[dried  the  chicken  to  the  Ramparts 
f<  it  run  in  the  snow,  and  she  kept 
c<  1  tied  to  its  leg  and  she  carried  a 
d  /e  off  roaming  dogs.  During  the 
Bniths  the  schools  were  closed  for 
H,  and  that  gave  her  time  to  run 
M>  door  to  collect  bones.  The  bones 
npiled  many  times  over  for  soup. 
M  them  dry  and  clean.  For  each 
Us  of  bones  the  town's  bone- 
g(  ation  gave  Susanna  a  certificate 
ttji  her  to  one  piece  of  brown  soap, 
i  bee  of  soap  a  farmer  in  the  nearby 
jjBerhausen  gave  her  a  glass  of 
il  and  two  pounds  of  rye  grains, 
k .  thrived — far  and  away  the  best- 
it  in  the  family  of  Hein  Rode. 
it  evening  in  March,  as  the  mate 
Ig  g  home  from  the  harbor,  Susanna 
el  him.  Her  eyes  shone,  she  shrieked 
:jment.  "Papa!  Papa — look!  For 
if  danced  in  front  of  him  on  thin 
lc|  p  to  him  in  her  cupped  hands  lay 
m  egg. 

ifigg  Susanna's  chicken  laid  prob- 
e  the  mate's  cadaverous  life.  Nora 
■Mbeen  happy.  For  months  Hein 
clot  mumbled  about  suicide  when- 
*!  drunk.  Not  because  he  devoured 
;  /hich  he  did  while  the  family 

I  ■eathlessly,  but  because  of  Su- 
1);  ief  in  the  goodness  of  a  hungry 
tfwhich  butcher  shops  displayed 
tlmums  instead  of  meat, 
n  s  chicken  laid  eggs  through  the 

id  invested  it  with  a  splinter  of 
lione  sunlit  morning  in  September 
:f:r  chicken  to  the  Ramparts  Park 

larch  for  worms.  A  stranger  in  a 
ridyed  uniform  had  grabbed  the 
bi,  slapped  Susannas  face  and 


a; 


walked  away.  And  another  stranger  had  sold 
Frau  Rode  the  torpedo  oil. 

On  the  bridge  of  the  Sirius,  Martin  told 
himself  angrily,  Why  do  I  beat  about  the  bush? 
I  must  make  a  decision  about  this  Lisa.  I  must 
commit  a  crime,  or  invent  a  stratagem,  or  play 
the  role  of  a  gendarme.  Why  should  this  be  so 
difficult?  What  holds  me  back? 

His  gaze  wandered  along  the  low-crouched 
banks  of  the  river.  Green  pastures  had  turned 
brown.  Leaves  fluttered  like  frightened  spar- 
rows from  solitary  and  embattled  trees- 
leaves  spinning  in  the  wind.  Susanna.  Lisa. 
Marianne;  the  beautiful,  intense  Marianne 
who  had  lost  her  right  leg  to  the  foreign 
bombs.  Susanna  was  tubercular.  Lisa  faced 
jail.  Marianne  lived  in  the  hell  of  her  own 
twisted  mind,  in  the  attic  she  shared  with 
him,  the  fool  who  could  not  decide  whether 
to  loathe  or  pity  the  human  race. 

The  river  had  once  been  one  of  the  busiest 
of  Europe.  What  was  there  now,  aside  from 
wrecks  littering  the  fairway  like  rotting 
crosses  along  a  road  of  defeat?  Troop  trans- 
ports, one-way  cargoes  of  potatoes,  soybean 
meal  and  corn.  British  freighters  lugging 
away  logs  from  murdered  forests.  Russian 
steamers  hauling  away  machines.  Except 
for  the  Americans,  and  an  occasional  Swede, 
every  steamship  entering  Nordune  was  car- 
rying away  a  pound  of  beaten  flesh. 

Martin  thought,  A  lost  war  has  made  us  the 
champion  whiners  of  the  world!  Dirt  moves  in, 
rats  and  bedbugs  follow.  Nordune  is  full  of  rats. 
Gaunt,  fearless  rats.  Lisa  is  lucky  because  she 
is  young.  Perhaps  we  are  lucky  that  we  have  no 
ships.  With  imports  from  Asia  would  come  the 
diseases,  the  spotted  fever,  the  parrot  sickness, 
the  plague.  Like  tuberculosis,  they  would  be 
bound  to  win.  There  is  no  need  to  import  tuber- 
culosis. It  grows  like  ragweed  among  the  young 
ones,  the  aged. 

To  his  mind  came  Lottchen,  who  was  Hein 
Rode's  oldest  daughter.  Lottchen  was  sixteen 
and  a  trollop.  She  was  a  pretty  creature. 
Since  Nora  Rode  came  down  with  torpedo 
oil,  the  mate  took  his  wife's  place  in  the  food 
queues  during  days  of  idleness  on  the  river. 
Lottchen  refused  to  stand  in  a  queue.  She 
was  a  typist  and  she  went  to  the  soldiers' 
dance  club.  She  had  foreign-soldier  friends 
and  many  dresses.  Any  of  her  dresses  would 
fit  Lisa. 

Not  long  ago  Lottchen  had  been  released 
from  a  jail.  She  had  blundered  into  jail  by 
walking  through  a  street  that  had  been 
blocked  by  the  police.  A  raid  was  in  progress. 
The  policemen  were  hunting  for  counter- 
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Lottchen,  was  a  short  cut.  She  was  chal- 
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military  court.  Lottchen  had  tried  to  be 
saucy.  The  judge  had  said,  "One  hundred 
marks  fine,  or  three  days  in  jail." 

And  Lottchen  had  become  still  saucier. 
She  had  slanted  her  eyes  and  said  to  the 
captain,  "Aw,  big  boy,  you  don't  mean  it!" 

"No,"  the  captain  had  replied.  "Let's 
make  it  a  straight  ten  days." 

In  jail  for  ten  days,  Lottchen  missed  Frau 
Rode's  torpedo-oil  meals.  She  did  not  spit 
blood  like  her  sisters.  She  had  emerged  from 
the  bunker  with  lice  in  her  hair,  a  hunger  for 
her  sisters'  rations  and  a  determination  to 
exercise  her  freedom.  She  had  gone  to  the 
dance  club  and  stayed  away  two  nights  and 
a  day.  When  she  had  come  home,  her  father 
had  whipped  her  with  an  ebony  walking 
stick;  and  that  same  day  he  had  waited  in 
line  to  get  the  trollop  her  ration  of  fish. 

Martin  crossed  the  tugboat's  bridge.  He 
stopped  at  the  wheel  where  Hein  Rode 
slouched,  guiding  the  ship,  watching  the  river 
for  mines. 

"Hark,  Hein,"  he  said.  "This  stowaway 
girl — we  can't  turn  her  over  to  the  constabu- 
lary. We  ought  to  give  her  a  hand." 

Hein  Rode  growled,  "Sure." 

"She  needs  a  dress.  Could  you  jump  ashore 
the  minute  we  land  and  get  one  of  Lott- 
chen's?" 

The  mate  gave  him  a  surly  glance.  "Jump, 
hey?"  he  said.  "Lotte  is  going  to  spit." 

"Tell  her  I'll  pay  her  in  American  ciga- 
rettes." 

Hein  Rode  growled  maledictions.  (In  his 
family's  room,  on  a  high  shelf,  there  stood  an 
American  one-pound  coffee  tin.  In  this  tin 
Frau  Rode  collected  the  tobacco  scraps 
which  she  managed  to  glean  from  cigarette 
butts — Lottchen's  and  butts  found  on  the 
street.  The  butt  tobacco  was  good  and 
strong;  it  seasoned  the  cherry  leaves  in  the 
pipe  of  Hein  Rode,  who,  once  skipper  of  the 
India  liner  Stolzenfels,  was  far  too  proud  a 
man  to  beg  a  whole  cigarette  from  anyone.) 

Martin  said,  "All  right." 

When  the  mate  cursed,  a  matter  was 
settled. 


On  the  day  of  Martin's  return 
American  prison  camp  in  Texas,  anotl 
had  returned  from  a  Russian  prison 
Memel,  on  the  coast  of  Lithuania.  TibJ 
man  had  wandered  into  Berlin,  carryB 
the  rags  that  covered  his  emaciatqS 
and  a  heavy  Luger  pistol.  His  M 
twenty-four.  Yet  he  felt  that  the  \m 
years  of  his  living  covered  the  deeds  ifa 
fering  of  centuries. 

He  was  slender,  of  less  than  wha« 
men  would  designate  as  average  heiX 
he  was  lynxlike  in  his  movements.  Hfi 
skin  stretched  tight  over  the  bom  if  \ 
face.  He  had  a  small,  straight  nose,  A 
chin,  a  mouth  feminine  in  its  petukB 
also  had  dysentery,  scurvy,  and  achi)* 
from  a  Russian  grenade  hurled  at  In 
Stalingrad.  His  name  was  Hanns  « 
poet,  formerly  of  the  Death's  HeadB 
infamous  Dhlewanger  Brigade.  NovB 
a  hunted  man,  old  and  ill,  stealing  iK 
specter  of  the  Hanns  Fleming  whoB 
had  clanked  across  Europe  when  Bel 
still  a  trumpet  blast  of  pagan  s2j 
Hanns  Fleming  had  never  experienced 

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familiar  landmarks.  What  he  saw  i 
shock  him,  nor  sadden  him,  for  he 
yond  shock  and  sadness.  Walking 
Berlin,  he  felt  like  a  dead  man  sa 
through  a  museum  of  destruction,  a 
crammed  with  violent  display  and 
tions. 

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tening  for  trumpet  blasts.  There  w 
There  was  only  the  rumbling  of  a  p; 
of  trucks  carrying  foreign  soldiers, 
aged  expanse  of  the  Tiergarten  ! 
away  into  the  distance — treeless  a 
the  future. 

He  turned  away,  striding  toward 
versity  of  Berlin,  where  he  had  bee 
trinated  with  the  philosophy  of  hone 
and  death.  Its  aspect  did  not  disappo 
he  could  look  through  the  universit; 
could  look  through  the  Colosseum  it 
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ne  What  mattered  lice  and  hunger? 
nrrleming  was  seized  by  a  black  exulta- 

jJa  man  walking  in  his  sleep,  he  circled 
jd;ed  three-dimensional  graphs  of  col- 
geYe  clambered  across  the  blasted  flanks 
bu:ers,  over  stairways  that  had  burst 
nd,  and  soon  he  stood  in  a  courtyard 
ichesembled  the  bottom  of  a  funnel  of 
tntion.  Looming  through  gaps  in  a  de- 
irilwall  was  the  bulky  silhouette  of  the 
Bi|y  of  the  Air.  Hermann  Goring — Sieg 
U!\n  the  far  side  there  stood  a  monstrous 
i  \  ose  many  shattered  windows  still  dis- 
yej|;teel  bars.  This  ruin 

■■■■■ 

t is  the  corpse  of  the 
acof  the  Gestapo.  He 
ided  through  room 
fffom.  Above  him  the 
ini  hung  down  like 
ge  olankets.  A  crushed 
nr  cage  resembled  a 
ibalf  filled  with  dust, 
i  cinetal  and  a  scattering  of  human  bones. 
Mllong  corridor  moved  toward  him,  a  cor- 
jr  ith  many  openings — cells,  cell  on  cell, 
I  vered,  stinking  with  the  emptiness  of 
tlTwo  paces  by  four  paces.  The  little 
le  the  stools,  the  blood-stained  pail- 
ie»iad  long  been  carried  away  to  feed 
*eand  lives  in  a  multitude  of  inhabited 
ai 

h  they  had  sat  and  paced  and  waited 
M:d— the  enemies  of  the  trumpet-blast 
iri  the  nonconformists  of  many  nations, 
n]  aces,  many  beliefs  .  .  .  here  they  had 
to it  the  walls  and  at  their  own  withering 
fcjense  and  frightened  by  each  yell,  each 
[ft  ringing  on  the  concrete  tiers,  each 
0 E  of  a  key,  each  signal  of  the  approach 
tH  power  that  led  them  to  new  pits  of 
nation,  to  torture,  fire,  broken  limbs, 
Bflion,  lead  crashing  through  bones, 
;ft  larches  to  scarred  gallows — the  end. 
a,  Kursk,  Kharkov. 
n|  patch  of  weeds  a  girl,  wrapped  in  a 
EC's  greatcoat,  lay  in  the  sun.  Hanns 


To  take  the  best  advice  is  as 
rare  as  to  give  it. 

— ELLERY  SEDGWICK: 
The  Happy  Profession,  Atlantic  Monthly 
Press  (Little,  Brown  &  Company). 


Fleming  studied  her.  She  breathed;  she  was 
alive. 

"What  are  you  doing  here?"  he  asked. 
"  I  am  sunning  myself,"  the  girl  said.  "  It's 
my  favorite  spot." 
"Comfortable,  yes?" 
"Ach,  don't  joke,"  said  the  girl.  "Kindly 
go  away.  I  am  waiting  for  someone." 

Out  of  sick  eyes  Hanns  Fleming  stared  at 
the  girl.  He  shrugged  his  bony  shoulders, 
turned  and  strode  away.  He  walked  the 
lacerated  streets  of  Berlin.  "Kindly  go  away!" 
Late  that  night  he  forced  his  way  into  a  bak- 
ery and  took  four  loaves  of  bread.  A  far  cry 
from  the  deeds  of  the 
^^BMBHi  Dirlewanger  Brigade!  He 
stole  a  bicycle  and  rode 
out  of  Berlin,  toward  Nor- 
dune. 


Martin  wrapped  Lisa's 
stolen  uniform  into  a  small, 
MHMHBH     tight  bundle.  Then  he 
dropped  it  into  the  Norden 
River.  Black  seas,  ponderous  and  steep, 
romped  over  the  spot.  Crazy.  Did  it  mat- 
ter? ...  A  bell  rang  in  the  hallooing  of 
the  wind.  It  was  six  o'clock,  suppertime 
aboard  the  Sirius. 

The  tugboat's  mess  was  barely  large 
enough  to  hold  a  table,  two  benches  and  six 
men.  Kossack,  the  stoker,  remained  below  to 
tend  the  fires.  The  mate  still  manned  the 
wheel.  The  others  of  the  crew  were  gathered 
around  the  table.  There  was  a  sudden  tense- 
ness as  Martin  entered.  He  saw  that  a  place 
had  been  set  for  Lisa. 

Seecamp,  the  cook,  regarded  him  with  a 
rapacious  grin.  "How  was  she?" 
"Who?" 
"The  tramp." 
Martin  ignored  him. 
Karl  said,  "Pass  her  around?" 
"Shut  up,"  Martin  told  him. 
Seecamp  said,  "She's  a  lady,  Karl.  Not  for 
the  proletariat." 

"I  say  what  I  like,"  said  Karl. 

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(Continued  from  Page  H7) 
Karl  was  a  syphilitic  youth  with  a  cruel 
mouth.  He  was  the  spawn  of  war  and  col- 
lapse and  the  great  demoralization.  He  was 
the  leader  of  Max,  his  older  deck-hand  com- 
panion. Max  was  a  slack  young  man  of 
twenty-two,  who  had  been  in  the  infantry. 

"A  man  is  a  man,"  said  Karl.  "He  can't 
be  muzzled  any  more.  He  can  say  what  he 
likes." 

They  ate.  Red  cabbage,  one  potato  for 
each  man,  and  one  salted  herring.  Cabbage 
and  potatoes  were  ration,  but  the  herring 
was  Seecamp's  secret.  It  was  more  than  a 
rumor  in  the  Kaffee  Krokodil  that  the  cook, 
away  from  duty,  pursued  the  trade  of  a 
Spritzer,  a  jackal  feeding  on  the  flanks  of  the 
black  marketeers.  His  berth  aboard  the  Sirius 
provided  him  with  a  respectable  facade; 
honest  work  did  not  make  much  sense  when 
the  bottle  of  cognac  issued  monthly  to  each 
member  of  the  crew  could  be  peddled  black 
for  six  weeks'  pay. 

Max,  the  slack-mouthed  deck  hand,  was 
licking  his  chipped  enamel  bowl.  '"There's 
fat  in  this  cabbage,"  he  said. 

"Coal  fat,"  said  Seecamp.  "Legal!" 

"Coal  fat — what's  that?" 

"Fat  from  coal.  Seven  tons  of  coal  make 
one  ton  of  fat.  Too  much  of  it  will  corrode 
your  intestines.  I've  been  told  they  put  in 
chopped  human  hair.  Very  scientific!" 

Looking  up  from  the  table,  Martin  caught 
Wetterman's  gaze.  It  was  cold  and  intense; 
trapped,  it  flickered,  and  then  was  steady 
again. 

"I  hars  made  a  discovery,"  Wetterman 
said. 

"Engine  trouble?" 

"No.  I'll  have  to  show  you — later." 

The  engineer  was  eating  slowly.  He  was  un- 
hurried, alert  and  somehow  immovable.  He 
was  a  man  who  could  be  trusted  by  his 
friends;  but  there  was  about  him  a  sugges- 
tion of  mystery  and  menace  which  seemed  to 
shut  him  off  from  everyone  who  stood  out- 
side the  circle  of  his  trust.  Uncommunicative. 
Opaque. 

"All  right,"  Martin  said  grimly. 

A  silence  descended  on  the  tugboat's  mess. 
Abruptly  Wetterman  asked  Martin,  "Who 
is  the  girl?" 

"A  Bait." 

"Latvian?" 

Martin  did  not  reply. 

In  the  engineer's  yellow  face  the  eyes 
gleamed.  "Repatriate?  Displaced?  Escapee? 
Did  she  tell  you?" 

Martin  said,  "Why  look  for  a  label?" 

"Labels  are  very  important."  Wetterman 
chewed  the  last  of  his  herring.  "She  may  be 
Fascist.  It's  hard  to  classify  the  drifters  from 
the  east — no  papers,  no  dossiers  anywhere, 
no  neighbors  to  tell  on  them.  What  are  you 
going  to  do  with  her?" 

"  I  don't  know." 

The  engineer  rolled  a  cigarette.  He  rolled 
it  with  a  bit  of  paper  he  tore  from  a  pam- 
phlet called  The  Insurrection  of  the  Masses. 
Seecamp  slammed  iron  mugs  on  the  table. 
The  coffee  kettle  was  passed  from  man  to 
man.  The  coffee  smelled  of  burned  chicory 
and  acorns. 

Martin  stood  up.  "Give  me 
and  coffee  for  the  girl,"  he  said. 

The  cook  interjected,  "You  want  her 
jailed?" 

"No." 

"Why  not  let  me  fix  her?"  Seecamp  was  a 
man  of  action.  He  went  on:  "I  can  get  her  a 
place  in  a  decent  house.  Finest  patronage! 
A  prima  girl  is  worth  five  hundred  ciga- 
rettes." 

"No,"  Martin  said. 

"What  do  you  care?" 

"Leave  the  girl  alone. 

Seecamp  showed  his 
doing  her  a  favor.  Unless 
you  know." 

"  I  said  lay  off." 

"When  a  man  can  make  a  profit   " 

Seecamp  shrugged.  "I'm  only  trying  to  be 
helpful." 

"That's  a  matter  of  opinion." 

Seecamp  grinned.  "Our  captain  is  a  moral 
man — a  gentleman  from  Texas." 

"Shut  up  or  I  am  going  to  hit  you." 


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r^'as  a  silence, 
saw  Seecamp's  derisive  smile.  Oh, 
med  to  say,  now  look  at  our  Captain 
ktranger  in  the  land,  the  aloof  Mister 
vho  enjoyed  the  war  in  Texas  while 
[artin  took  a  mug  of  coffee  and  a 
Lisa. 


[  t  steering  bridge  Hein  Rode  was 
finlnto  the  dusk. 
jisiHein,"  Martin  said, 
isjeasy!"  The  mate  turned  his  bitter 
aniicreamed,  "I  am  going  to  drive  a 
§n|After  twenty-three  years  of  mar- 
3  |>man  has  proved  her  worth !  What 
ju  jink  I  am — a  hound?  She'd  always 
gdlie  best  for  the  family — and  what'd 
fetjvork,  work,  nothing  except  work ! 
joiiorse— aye ! " 

Uerl  while  the  mate  calmed  down.  He 
Bdfiree  packs  of  cigarettes  for  Lott- 
I  J:ss.  A  dress  was  worth  three  hun- 
fclKS— two  months'  pay  for  Hein. 
Hsa ,  "Some  doctor  must  clear  a  bed  for 
[hree  packs!  Another  out,  Nora 

piri'  Martin  said.  "That  might  work, 
kiie  wheel  now.  Go  get  your  supper." 

■fnan  thrust  a  sheet  of  paper  under 
■I face.  "Captain  Helm,"  he  said, 
iJook  at  that." 
His  it?" 

Eular  on  fugitive  war  criminals." 
IJican  issue?" 


t  issue. 

't  want  to  see  it,"  Martin  said, 
will,"  the  engineer  said.  "It  con- 
ir  .  .  .  companion." 
irse  was  difficult. 


Ins  traversed  a  sin- 
njisage  through  a 
Rig  of  half-sub- 
Hwrecks.  Already 
Being  of  Wetter- 
i  pies  on  the  iron 
rtthe  bridge  caused 
id)  clamp  his  hands 
inly  around  the  ^BBH 
s  the  wheel. 

[aanne  Brandt?"  he  snapped. 

flour  little  stowaway.  Her  face  looked 

ul  checked  the  lists.  Here  is  what  I 

Hd." 

ph." 

Upgraphs,  names.  Her  name  is  Lisa 
MA  war  criminal." 
efnot  believe  it,"  Martin  said, 
felt  fool  yourself.  We  never  make  mis- 
Martin  pressed  one  knee  against  the 
.fe  took  the  sheet  of  paper.  The  en- 
Idled  out  a  flashlight.  The  beam  of 
nnged  over  Martin's  shoulder,  upon 
Hr,  which  was  covered  with  photo- 
a  id  print.  At  the  bottom  of  the  sheet, 
■  r  print,  was  the  legend :  Upon  Iden- 

)n  of  any  of  the  above  named 
Immediately  Notify  a  Rep- 

tive  of  the  U.  S.  S.  R. 


^  Don't  be  too  critical  of 
^  your  wife's  faults.  It  may 
have  been  those  very  defects 
that  kept  her  from  catching  a 
better  husband! 

—  WEBB  B.  GARRISON 


i  skimmed  over  the  photographs: 


n,  Fritz  .  .  .  Krewit,  Walter  .  . 
k,  Evangeline  .  .  .  Popoff,  Igor  .  . 
Lisa. 


in  the  photograph  bore  an  odd  ex- 
-the  lips  were  pressed  into  a  thin  line 
iyes  were  narrowed  to  slits.  A  sullen- 
lallenge— and  fear.  It  was  the  face  of 
face  of  a  girl  confronted  by  a  firing 
lartin  handed  the  paper  back  to  the 

see?"  said  Wetterman. 

you  read  everything?  Member  of  a 
terrorists  .  .  .  escaped  from  Camp 
vald  .  .  .  reported  hiding  in  Nor- 

.  She  does  not  behave  like  a  crim- 

ipe  is  behavior,"  the  engineer  re- 
"Who  can  look  inside  a  human 

in  asked,  "Are  you  spying  for  the 
s?" 

srman  replied,  "  Why  use  ugly  words? 
anti-Fascist.  I  am  simply  doing  my 


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"You  want  to  hand  this  girl  to  the  po- 
lice?" 

The  engineer  folded  the  paper  and  pock- 
eted it.  "Precisely  not.  Not  the  police  in  gen- 
eral." 

"Well  " 

"They  are  incompetent.  But  there  are 
several  competent  men  in  the  police.  One  of 
them  should  be  called.  Until  he  arrives  you 
should  hold  the  prisoner  aboard." 
"She  is  not  a  prisoner." 
"But  she  is." 

"In  my  charge,"  Martin  said,  "as  master 
of  this  vessel."  He  added  angrily,  "What 
business  is  this?  State  your  aim  or  get  below 
to  your  engine." 

The  engineer  did  not  budge.  "My  aim  is  to 
bring  a  criminal  to  justice." 
"By  whose  orders?" 

"By  the  order  of  thirty  million  dead  peo- 
ple." 

"You're  crazy,"  Martin  said. 

"I  am  logical,"  Wetterman  said.  "I  rec- 
ognized this  stowaway.  You  have  a  soft 
heart.  It  is  my  duty  to  warn  you." 

Duty  and  death.  To  Martin's  mind  came 
a  bombed  and  ruined  cottage  on  Borkum 
Allee  in  Nordune.  Home.  A  yearning  for  a 
lost  reality.  "No,"  he  said  slowly,  "there 
has  been  enough  hurt.  Enough  suffering.  I 
like  this  girl." 

"What  do  you  intend  to  do? "  Wetterman 
sounded  amused.  "Keep  this  girl  overnight 
if  you  wish.  No  hurry  at  all.  I  can  get  a  com- 
petent man  of  the  police  to  " 

Martin  interrupted:  "A  Communist?" 

"A  reliable  man." 

"You're  showing  your  rattle,  aren't  you?" 

"I  don't  understand," 
i^^H^HHB     Wetterman  said. 

"In  Texas  you'd  get 
shot  for  a  rattlesnake," 
Martin  said. 

"The  method  of  gang- 
sters.   I  should  not  be 
amazed."  The  engineer 
crossed  his  arms  over  his 
H^HHH^H     chest.    "Do  you  believe 
that  the  mechanized  gang- 
sters from  New  York  can  ever  solve  the 
German  problem?" 

Martin  said  nothing.  He  stared  at  the 
channel  ahead  and  at  the  broken  silhouette 
of  Nordune.  East  or  west,  Germany  still  lay 
in  the  heart  of  Europe.  No  one  who  had  sal- 
vaged a  shred  of  his  pride  could  love  the  con- 
querors of  his  country. 

"Let's  be  rational,  Captain  Helm,"  Wet- 
terman was  saying.  "If  you  hand  Lisa  Ber- 
zins  to  the  Americans,  she  will  be  clapped  in 
jail.  As  a  stowaway,  for  illegal  behavior.  And 
we  will  wait  for  her  release.  If  you  do  not  sur- 
render her,  but  hide  her,  you  invite  your  own 
ruin.  No  fugitive  vagrant  is  worth  the  ruin 
of  a  man.  Why  not  co-operate  with  the  win- 
ning side?" 

"Enough,"  Martin  said  in  a  quiet  voice. 
"The  girl  is  not  going  to  jail  and  she  is  not 
going  to  be  kidnaped  to  Russia." 

"Why  not?  "  A  mocking  amusement  came 
to  the  umber-colored  eyes. 
"Because  the  past  is  finished." 
"The  Soviet  Union  is  the  future,"  Wetter- 
man said  steadily.  The  mocking  amusement 
vanished  from  his  eyes.  He  went  on:  "Cap- 
tain, I  know  you  are  a  sincere  man.  You 
should  come  to  our  side.  You  know  as  well  as 
I  do  that  Germany  is  done  for— kaputl.  She 
will  never  rise  again  by  her  own  strength.  We 
Communists  are  the  only  true  German  na- 
tionalists. Soviet  Germany  and  Soviet  Rus- 
sia! The  west— the  whole  rotten  bluff  of  it- 
will  then  be  lying  at  our  feet." 

Martin  was  guiding  the  Sirius  through  the 
last  gap  in  the  melancholy  assembly  of  foun- 
dered ships.  He  asked  coldly,  "What's  this 
got  to  do  with  the  girl?" 

' '  I  was  just  coming  down  to  fundamentals. 
"Fundamentals?"  Martin  felt  uneasiness 
gnaw  at  his  loins.  It  made  him  bitter.  Funda- 
mentals and  a  girl  without  clothes  in  his 
cabin.  He  felt  the  urge  to  push  the  engineer 
off  the  bridge.  Instead  he  said,  "The  Rus- 
sians have  lost  all  chances  to  win  us  to  their 
side." 

"Sentiments  can  change  like  weather." 
"It's  too  cold  in  Russia,"  Martin  said. 


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Wetterman  gave  a  short,  dry  laugh.  "You 
overestimate  the  human  race,  Captain  Helm. 
You  underestimate  coercion  as  a  cure,  a 
method  toward  the  forming  of  healthy 
habits." 

"Slavery.  I  have  seen  a  few  of  the  slaves 
who  came  home  from  Siberia." 

"You  are  undialectic.  You  are  upset." 

"You  are  a  dialectic  scoundrel,"  Martin 
said. 

"  I  am  not  a  scoundrel  at  all,"  Wetterman 
countered.  "I  come  to  you  as  a  friend.  You 
are  not  a  Fascist,  but  that  may  not  help  you 
with  the  Americans,  who  are  unable  to  recog- 
nize a  real  Fascist  when  they  see  one.  If  they 
find  that  you  are  hiding  a  criminal  they  will 
inquire,  'This  Captain  Helm — what  is  he? 
In  what  does  he  believe? '  And  what  will  you 
tell  them?" 

"In  liberty." 

Again  the  engineer  smiled.  "Liberty,"  he 
said,  "  what  is  it?  The  liberty  of  one  is  noth- 
ing but  the  unliberty  of  others." 

At  this  moment  Hein  Rode,  the  mate,  still 
chewing  a  herring,  appeared  on  the  bridge. 
He  planted  himself  alongside  the  compass, 
ignoring  the  engineer.  Soon  Wetterman  de- 
parted. 

Hein  Rode  growled,  "A  hair  from  the 
devil's  head.  What  did  he  want?" 

Martin  stood  in  silence.  He  was  in  no 
mood  for  further  words. 

Now  the  tugboat  foamed  through  dark- 
ness. Her  red  and  green  lights  tinted  the 
rolling  crests  of  waves.  As  she  approached 
her  berth  on  the  Africa  Quay,  Martin  said 
to  Hein  Rode: 

"I've  made  up  my  mind  about  the  girl. 
I'm  going  to  smuggle  her  ashore." 

Hein  Rode  gave  a  grunt. 

As  the  waters  narrowed 
Martin  ordered  the  engine 
to  "Slow."  At  the  controls 
below,  in  his  nether  world 
of  coal  and  moving  steel, 
Wetterman  obeyed. 

"The  engineer  means 
trouble,"  Martin  said. 
"You  jump  to  town  as  soon  as  we  tie  up. 
Get  something  to  wear  for  the  girl.  On  the 
way  you  rip  out  the  quay  telephone." 

"Rip — what?" 

"Th  telephone  on  the  quay.  Wetterman 
will  run  to  the  telephone,  to  call  someone  in 
the  police.  Rip  it  out,  Hein.  Let  him  walk  a 
half  mile  to  the  Krokodil." 

Hein  Rode  asked  for  no  other  explanation. 
He  growled,  "Why  not  clout  him  on  the 
head?" 

"Not  good,  Hein." 

Then  they  were  silent  again.  Martin 
steered  past  the  Norden  River  Shipyards, 
past  the  sprawling  gloom  of  Tobacco  Dock. 
The  lighthouse  on  the  breakwater  beyond 
had  been  tumbled  by  a  bomb  blast.  Sunken 
freighters  still  partially  blocked  the  channel 
to  the  Africa  Quay.  For  months  divers  had 
been  at  work,  wrestling  with  bent  steel  and 
bloated  cellulose  and  hoisting  chains.  Martin 
eased  the  tug  past  the  scene  of  salvage.  Min- 
utes later  he  rang  the  engine  to  "Stop." 
There  was  a  creaking  of  rope  fenders.  Deck 
hands  swarmed  up  the  face  of  the  quay  like 
baboons,  trailing  the  ends  of  heaving  lines. 

Karl's  strident  voice  rang  out:  "All  fast." 

Martin  switched  off  the  lights.  He  struck 
a  blow  at  the  lever  of  the  main  switch,  half 
tearing  it  from  its  hinges.*'  The  engineer 
would  have  to  put  his  engine  to  bed  in  the 
dark. 

Through  the  skylight  sounded  Kossack's 
voice:  "Light.  Verdammte  Holle!" 

"What  is  this  noise?"  Martin  inquired. 

"Light!"  Kossack  roared.  "Lights  went 
out." 

"They're  out  of  whack,"  Martin  told  him. 
"Ask  the  engineer  to  check  the  connections. 
Captain's  order— Hefehl! " 

A  silence  Ih-Iow.  The  beam  of  Wetterman's 

pocket  lamp  meandered  about  the  pitch* 

i)!ai  k  stokehold  Then  there  sounded  a 
dumping  of  wooden  mules,  and  words.  The 
engineer  was  cursing  the  stoker. 

Over  ;i  (Hide  ladder  plated  against  the 
quayside  the  mate  clambered  ashore.  One 
hand  he  e:lain|*d  around  the  cigarettes  -  the 


^  A  catastrophe  is  the  fool's 
"  word  for  the  fact  that  the 
seed  which  he  has  sown  has 
come  up.  —HENRY  MARBLEY. 


Mai 

price  for  Lottchen's  dress;  the  otht] 
held  on  to  the  visor  of  his  one  and  on 
He  hovered  beneath  a  crane,  saturn 
forlorn.  An  instant  later  he  had  vlZ 
in  the  night. 

The  police  arrived  before  Hein 
turned.  Two  men  stood  dimly  silb 
over  the  rim  of  the  quay.  One  was  ai 
ican,  a  trooper  with  a  helmet  and 
cloth  of  parachute  silk.  The  other  wai  ■ 
Sipo. 

"Patrol!" 

"Captain?" 

An  electric  torch  flashed.  The  L 
skimmed  down  the  ladder  and  the  5,  y 
lowed. 

How  are  things  in  town?"  Martirfoj 
in  English. 

"Bad,"  said  the  trooper.  He  play  d 
light  first  over  Martin  and  then  alo  ft 
tugboat's  deck.  The  American  said  bru:  ety ' 
"Commander  Olafson  sent  me  down  ru- 
in a  stowaway." 
"You  had  a  radio  message?" 
"Right — where  is  she?" 
Martin  said,  "Locked  in  my  cabin 
"What  is  she — a  kraut?" 
"Don't  know."  In  the  presence  of  p 
was  best  to  know  nothing. 

The  soldier  ascended  the  compani' 
der.  Martin  unlocked  the  teakwooti 
door.  The  trooper  pushed  it  open. 
"No  light?"  he  asked. 
"No,  out  of  order." 
The  trooper  flipped  the  button  of  hi; 
The  narrow  space  between  the  bulkhe 
the  bunk  was  flooded  with  harsh  ilk 
tion.  "Anybody  in  here?"  he  yelled! 

There  was  no  repl 
stepped  over  the  stoi 
into  the  cabin,  drew 
the  curtain  of  the 
And  there  was  Lisa  si  nf 
into  the  light. 

She  was  crouched  <  iie 
bed,  her  feet  drawn  1 1 
der  her,  her  lips  partec  la 
hair,  in  the  bright  blaze,  was  dark  tousle  m- 
ber.  Her  face  was  white,  and  frozen  witiar- 
prise.  She  held  a  blanket  drawn  up  t  w 
shoulders.  She  was  an  oddly  beautiful  a 
After  a  moment  of  immobility  the  tne 
swept  the  curtain  shut  against  the  ligh ! 

"Holy  smoke,"  he  said.  He  stepped i  ol 
the  cabin  and  looked  at  Martin.  "Can'  w 
tell  the  dame  it's  time  to  get  dressed?" 
"She  has  no  clothes." 
"No  clothes  at  all?" 
"  None.  Her  rags  showed  lice.  I  threw 
overboard." 

"Let  me  figure  this  out,"  said  the  trc 
Abruptly  he  guffawed.  He  was  a 
hearted  and  efficient  man,  bored  with  I 
routine.  Like  most  Americans,  he  under 
a  joke.  And  this  joke  was  on  the  Cons' 
lary  Corps  of  Nordune.  He  could  not  n 
a  naked  woman  across  the  stormy  hart 
the  station.  Neither  could  he  lend  hi 
uniform. 

"I  better  get  a  poncho  'n'  a  jeep, 
trooper  decided.  "  You  come  along  too.  C 
mander  wants  your  report." 

Martin  hesitated.  "Can  you  tell  the 
to  watch  this  girl?" 
'  "Think  she'll  scram?" 

"I  have  a  wild  bunch  of  a  crew,"  Ml 
told  him. 

"Oh,  okay!"  At  the  German  police 
the  trooper  yelled,  "Hey,  dopey,  watch 
dame  till  I  get  back." 

"Aufpassen!"  The  Sipo  jerked  to  at 
tion.  "Jawohl!" 

They  left  the  tug  and  strode  acroa 
harbor.  "Nice  l<x>king  dame,"  the  tro 
said.  "Sorry  I  had  to  butt  in  on  you  t\ 

"You  didn't  butt  in  at  all." 

The  tr<x>per  said,  "I  thought  I  did." 

"No." 

A  smell  of  smoke  and  crumbling  stone 
in  the  wind.  The  troo|>er  said,  "A  man  th 
he  can  get  used  to  this,  but  he  doesn't/ 

"To  what?" 

"This  country.  I  get  so  disgusted  with 
The  American  spoke  with  the  drawling 
sentment  of  a  man  compiled  to  listen  U 
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"I've  lust  taken  my  first  airplane  flight  and  it  was  wonderful!" 

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sting  dirge.  "  I  hope  they  took  him  out 
station  house." 
ho?" 

ie  stiff.  Around  suppertime  somebody 
t  two  krauts  stealing  corn  meal  off  a 
r.  One  got  away.  The  other  was  shot 
Shot  right  through  the  mouth." 
i  routine  of  peace.  The  Norduner 
ig  will  give  it  two  or  three  lines  of  print, 
Hn  thought.    He  asked,  "Where  you 

pck  Hall.  Maryland.  My  name  is 
d  Smith." 

:y  walked  along  the  railroad  tracks 
served  the  quays.  Trooper  Smith  from 
Hall,  Maryland,  played  his  light  over 
ne  of  freight  cars.  His  right  hand 
sd  the  grip  of  his  service  forty-five, 
ver  hear  of  Rock  Hall?"  the  trooper 

p.  A  big  city?" 

ig  enough  for  me."  The  trooper  grinned, 
where'd  you  pick  up  your  English?" 
was  a  P.O.W. — in  Texas." 
i  Texas!  How'd  you  like  it  in  Texas?" 
exas  is  okay." 

;y  circled  accumulations  of  twisted 
(Of  more  than  fifty  cargo  sheds  in  the 
r,  only  three  stood  whole.)  Walls  had 
apart,  roofs  had  caved  in,  machines  lay 
ig.  The  atmosphere 


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By  Map  Winkler  (Miudman 

I  am  the  light 

That  opens  your  eyes; 
And  I  am  the  night 
When  the  light  dies. 

Apart  or  alone, 

Alone  or  apart, 
We  are  sinew  and  bone, 
Pulse  beat  and  heart! 


ignation  depressed 
ictor  and  hardened 
nind  of  the  van- 
ed.  The  trooper  said 
n,  "I  hope  they 
d  the  stiff." 
m  trying  to  get  the 
1  easy  deal,"  Martin 

don't  blame  you. 
the  second  run- 
dame  we  handled 

mother  stowa- 

lo.  This  one  was  a 
dame,"  the 
er  told  him.  "She 
in  an  airplane  with 
sski  officer.  He  was 
g  to  get  to  Holland 
this  kraut  baby, 
ran  out  of  gas.  So 
ibbed  them." 

that's  going  to  happen  with  him?" 
e  trooper  shrugged.  "Some  commissars 
Dming  over  to  take  him  back." 
'hey'll  shoot  him,"  Martin  said, 
juess  so." 
.nd  the  girl?" 

'alaboose,"  the  trooper  said. 
iey  entered  the  harbor  station  house, 
per  Bayard  Smith  glanced  into  a  corner 
e  corridor.  The  stiff  who-had  been  shot 
lgh  the  mouth  had  been  moved  out  of 

They  passed  a  room  where  other  con- 
ilary  men  played  poker  in  a  haze  of 
ette  smoke,  and  entered  an  office  where 

crackled  in  a  stove. 

F  olafson,  u.s.N.R.,  in  charge  of  the 
ar  command  at  night,  did  not  take  his 
xom  his  desk.  He  was  smoking  a  pipe 
he  returned  Martin's  salute  with  a  mo- 
ll of  his  feet.  He  was  a  grizzled  sea  dog 
i\  a  chunky  nose  and  large  ears.  Like  most 
f  e  older  men  in  the  Forces  of  Occupation, 
e^und  no  pleasure  in  demonstrations  of 
fl  al  power. 

"lello,  Captain  Helm,"  he  said  comfort- 
I  .  "Dropped  the  big  fellow  all  right?" 

Dropped  her  off  the  Norden  Lightship," 
1  tin  reported. 
Rough  out  there?" 

Juite  rough,  sir.  I  came  to  see  you  about 
b  stowaway  kid." 
Dh,  yes.  A  kid,  you  say?  Where  is  she?" 
Aboard  my  tug." 

lafson  glanced  at  Trooper  Smith.  Under 
Wry  gray  brows  the  commander's  eyes 
keen  and  quick.  The  trooper  whispered 
u  Olafson's  ear.  Olafson  pointed  his  pipe 
I  Martin. 

Only  a  kid  without  clothes,"  he  said. 
'  hat  happened  to  her  clothes?" 
jLice,"  said  Trooper  Smith. 


"Dumped  them  overboard,  I  hope?" 
Olafson  asked. 
"Yes,  sir." 

There  was  a  silence.  Here  I  stand  like  a 
schoolboy  caught  reading  in  a  forbidden  book, 
Martin  thought.  He  knew  that  the  com- 
mander's daughter  attended  college  in  New 
York;  surely  he'd  hate  to  see  her  in  the  filth 
of  an  underground  bunker  prison. 

He  said,  "Commander,  let  me  take  care  of 
her.  She's  not  a  girl  who  belongs  in  a  jail. 
Decent — good  family." 

"How  d'  you  know?" 

"She  told  me." 

Commander  olafson  pondered.  Then  he 
said,  "You  want  to  take  care  of  her,  cap- 
tain? What's  her  name?" 

"Lisa  Berzins." 

"Hm!  Any  documents?" 

"No." 

"German?" 

"A  displaced  Bait,  sir." 

Olaf  Olafson  rubbed  the  side  of  his  head. 
"I'll  have  to  make  a  report,"  he  said.  "I 
can't  promise  what'll  come  of  it.  You  are 
prepared  to  assume  responsibility  for  this 
girl?" 

"Yes,  sir." 

"What's  she  say  about  it?" 
"It's  all  right,"  Martin  said. 

Commander  Olafson 
glanced  at  Trooper 
Bayard  Smith,  who 
grinned  approval.  Then 
he  turned  to  Martin. 
"Well  —  we've  had 
enough  grief  for  one  day. 
You  have  a  good  name, 
Captain  Helm.  That's  all 
in  the  files  anyway.  Be- 
sides, the  calaboose  is 
jammed.  The  camps 
are  jammed.  We'll  tell 
you  if  we  want  her." 

"Right,  sir."  Martin 
stood  like  a  stone.  "Any 
orders  for  tomorrow?" 
"No." 

Martin  saluted.  The 
commander  took  his  feet 
from  the  desk. 

Martin  returned  to 
the  Sirius.  The  wind 
brawling  through  the 
jagged  masonry  of  har- 
bor buildings  seemed  to  jeer  at  such  waste  of 
rare  sole  leather.  The  tug  lay  lightless,  strain- 
ing at  her  moorings.  The  deck  hands  had 
gone  ashore.  The  Sipo  assigned  to  guard 
Lisa  sat  snoring  in  the  galley.  Martin  found 
Hein  Rode  on  the  engine-room  skylight. 

"I  didn't  rip  the  phone,"  Hein  Rode  re- 
ported gloomily.  "No  need.  Somebody's 
stolen  it." 

"Did  the  engineer  come  back?" 
"No.  Here."  The  mate  held  out  a  small, 
tightly  rolled  wad.  Martin  unrolled  it. 

There  were  a  cotton  dress  and  two  pieces 
of  underwear,  too  small,  it  seemed  to  Martin, 
to  cover  more  than  the  body  of  a  child. 
"Did  Lottchen  protest?" 
"She  wasn't  home." 
"How's  Frau  Rode?" 
"Bad."  The  mate  moved  away.  "I'm 
going  back.  Children  need  me.  Kossack  has 
the  night  watch."  He  climbed  the  shore 
ladder  and  disappeared. 

Martin  ascended  to  the  bridge.  Someday 
he  would  have  to  do  something  for  Hein 
Rode.  A  big  thing!  What  if  Lisa  had  dis- 
appeared, run  away?  Did  it  really  matter? 
He  thought,  Let  her  run !  The  cabin  was  dark. 
He  stood  still  in  the  darkness;  and  immedi- 
ately became  aware  of  her  scent,  a  scent  of 
young  hair,  of  anxiety  and  of  young  skin. 
"Lisa?" 

"Oh,  yes?"  The  rings  of  the  bed  curtain 
made  small  metallic  sounds. 

Martin  thrust  Lottchen's  garments  through 
an  aperture  in  the  curtain.  "A  dress,"  Martin 
said.  "A  shirt.  Drawers.  Put  them  on." 

"You  are  going  to  send  me  away?" 

"I  am  going  with  you." 

Lisa  asked  haltingly,  "In  the  night? 
Where  are  you  taking  me?" 

Martin  did  not  answer  her.  "Do  the  things 
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"Yes." 

"Good."  From  beneath  his  berth  he 
pulled  a  sweater.  He  handed  the  sweater  to 
Lisa,  who  now  stood  in  the  dark.  "Pull  it 
on,"  he  told  her.  "The  night  is  raw." 

"I  am  grateful  to  you,"  Lisa  said,  almost 
in  a  whisper. 

Their  bodies  touched  as  Lisa  slipped  the 
sweater  over  her  shoulders.  They  both  stood 
very  still.  Then  Martin  moved  away.  He 
opened  the  door.  Lisa  looked  small  and  for- 
lorn. She  was  bending  forward,  tying  her 
clumsy  boots,  and  Martin  saw  that  she  wore 
no  socks. 

"Don't  forget  your  cigarettes,"  he  said. 

"Oh — I  give  you  half  of  them." 

"No.  Keep  them.  Here  is  a  hairbrush. 
Take  it  with  you." 

She  took  the  brush  he  gave  her,  and  im- 
mediately began  to  brush  her  tangled  hair. 

"Come,"  he  said. 

' '  Can't  I  stay  on  the  boat  until  tomorrow  ? ' ' 
"No.  Come." 

Again  she  asked,  "Where  are  you  taking 
me?" 

Yes,  where?  The  black-market  hotels  were 
far  beyond  his  purse;  elsewhere  people  slept 
crammed  three  to  ten  in  a  room,  or  by  the 
hundreds  on  the  sleeping  platforms  of  the 
air-raid  bunkers,  sharing  their  stench  of 
worry  and  want,  sharing  their  vermin  and 
begrudging  one  another  the  paucity  of  space. 
He  would  take  her  to  Marianne. 

In  the  morning  twilight  of  the  day  of  Lisa's 
attempted  journey  to  America,  Martin  had 
risen  from  his  shoreside  cot  like  a  conspira- 
tor. He  had  been  careful  to  avoid  unneces- 
sary sounds.  He  did  not  want  to  wake  Mari- 
anne. 

He  loved  Marianne  in  the  way  a  man 
might  love  an  insane  mistress  who  once  had 
been  a  cherished  playmate.  He  was  chained 
to  her  by  compassion,  by  memories.  He  was 
unready  to  accept  the  implacable  finality  of 
change.  For  had  not  the  cradle  of  Marianne, 
like  his,  been  rocked  on  Helgoland  Isle? 

A  faded  rug  suspended  from  a  rope  divided 
the  attic  room  they  shared  beneath  a  leaking 
roof.  The  roof  belonged  to  a  sandstone  house 
in  the  Fregattenstrasse.  One  half  of  the 
attic  belonged  to  Marianne;  the  other  half 
belonged  to  Martin.  That  was  the  one  thing 
on  which  they  managed  to  agree. 

Behind  the  rug  partition  Martin  moved 
about  in  silence:  dress,  shave,  face  the  new 
day.  A  transport  was  to  be  towed  down-river 
from  Nordune,  and  a  storm  was  rising  on  a 
slate-colored  sky. 

Marianne  slept  lightly.  The  sound  of  water 
pouring  from  a  pitcher  into  a  metal  bowl,  a 
man's  breathing  awoke  her.  She  confronted 
him  suddenly,  beautiful  and  intense,  and 
spoke  to  him  with  a  voice  made  tender  by 
her  yearning.  Yet  her  eyes,  dark  and  inclem- 
ent, clashed  with  tenderness. 

"Martin!" 

"Yes." 

"Last  night  you  came  late.  You  pushed 
me  away.  This  morning  you  go  early.  Why 
don't  you  ever  speak  to  me?" 

He  stood  ready  to  walk  to  the  harbor.  His 
breakfast — acorn  coffee  and  two  slices  of 
gray  bread — he  would  take  on  the  way,  in 
the  Hansa  Tavern.  "I  did  not  want  to  dis- 
turb you,"  he  said  to  Marianne,  who  blocked 
his  way. 

She  smiled.  "  It's  the  one  thing  I  want — to 
be  disturbed  by  you." 

"I  know."  He  lightly  took  her  face  be- 
tween his  hands.  "Another  time.  This  morn- 
ing I  have  work  to  do  on  the  river." 

"Sometimes  I  hate  you!"  Marianne  did 
not  stir.  Her  gaze  was  deep  and  angry,  and 
in  a  low  voice  she  went  on,  "If  I  did  not 
know  you  so  well,  I  should  think  you  had  be- 
come impotent.  How  many  thousand  times 
must  I  tell  you  that  I  want  a  child  again?  I 
want  you  to  be  the  creator  of  this  child." 

He  said,  "Look,  nowadays  no  woman  in 
her  senses  should  have  a  child." 

"Curse  your  prosaic  senses,"  said  Mari- 
anne. 

He  answered  calmly,  "Yesterday  I  saw  a 
woman  marched  off  to  prison  because  she 
stole  flour  from  a  barge.  She  was  a  pregnant 
woman." 


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Suddenly  Marianne  was  laughing.  "Yo 
notice  such  things?" 

"Yes.  And  you  should  not  laugh." 

"Why  not?  It's  more  difficult  to  laugi 
than  to  weep.  Why  should  you  worry  abou 
the  fate  of  my  child  before  it's  in  my  womb 
Are  you  sorry  for  me?" 

"No.  I'm  sorry  for  the  woman  who  wa 
taken  to  jail." 

Marianne's  eyes  gleamed  with  a  hart 
pleasure.  She  drew  aside  the  green  satii 
smock  she  wore.  She  showed  him  her  left  le 
which  was  whole.  It  was  a  beautiful  leg 
you  had  said  'Yes'  I  should  have  kicked  you' 
I  am  not  sorry  for  anyone.  We  lost.  We  ge| 
what  we  deserve  for  losing."  She  went  o: 
"You,  my  Martin— you  are  lucky.  You  werj 
captured  early  and  loafed  away  the  war  i 
Texas.  That  is  where  you  learned  to  fei 
sorry— among  the  Americans." 

Martin  felt  the  blood  rise  in  his  head.  "  W 
are  all  sorry,"  he  said  steadily.  "For  our 
selves.  That's  our  specialty  today.  W 
trample  on  ourselves  and  boast  about  it." 

Abruptly  he  turned  away.  Why  spoil 
day  with  words?  Marianne  has  changed,  r 
thought.  She  was  the  first  woman  he  ha 
ever  kissed.  She  was  his  childhood  swee 
heart.  At  one  time  she  was  the  most  beautifi 
girl  to  brighten  the  St.  Willehad  quarter  < 
Nordune. 

Martin  thought,  How  many  years  ha 
passed  since  I  first  kissed  her?  .  .  .  Ninetee 
Nearly  twenty !  He  had  sailed  over  the  wor 
aboard  the  proudest  ships  of  Nordune.  Mai 
anne  had  studied  at  the  Albrecht  Dtirer  a 
school.  During  his  rare  intervals  at  horn 
they  met.  He  gave  her  exotic  trifles  he  he 
found  abroad.  They  went  to  the  old  Han: 


^  A  man  must  keep  his  mouth 
"  open  a  long  time  before  a  roast 
pigeon  will  fly  into  it. 

— DANISH  PROVERB. 


Tavern  where  the  violins  were  bewitchin 
and  the  Rhine  wine  was  a  golden  joy. 

One  winter,  returning  from  a  long  voya^ 
to  Australia,  he  had  found  Marianne  mai  \J 
ried  to  an  engineer.  Did  she  love  the  engi- 
neer? No,  she  had  been  lonely,  but  she  mad 
him  a  loyal  wife.  In  time  Martin  had  marrie 
a  quiet,  lovely  girl  named  Judith,  in  whos 
veins  flowed  Jewish  blood.  They  had  built 
home  on  Borkum  Allee  in  Nordune  and  the 
lives  had  become  settled  and  secure  until  th 
war  yanked  the  earth  from  beneath  the 
settledness.  Martin's  ship,  the  liner  Colun 
bus,  was  scuttled  upon  the  war  lord's  co: 
mand  not  far  from  the  North  Americ 
coast.  Captivity  followed;  seven  years 
tranquillity  and  awful  doubts,  of  studies  ar 
toil  and  dogged  disbelief  in  the  reality  of  d 
feat.  And  then  the  melancholy  voyage  horn 

Marianne's  engineer  had  disappears  1  in  t|k 
inscrutable  vastness  of  Russia;  her  child  sfl| 
lost,  along  with  her  home  and  her  right  lef 
in  the  bombardment  of  Nordune.  And  Judi 
who  had  never  had  a  child,  had  died  wh 
Martin  waited  out  the  nights  behind  barb 
wire  in  Texas.  With  the  four  hundred  a 
twenty-six  other  Jews  of  Nordune  she  wi 
loaded  into  a  freight  train.  The  train  roll< 
eastward.  On  July  28,  1942,  all  the  people 
its  cargo  were  strangled  on  a  siding  nt 
Minsk. 

He  had  come  back  to  Marianne  becat 
loneliness  is  a  horror.  Another  answer  he  w 
unable  to  find.  It  was  difficult  to  discard  t 
memory  of  happy  hours.  Week  after  week 
refused  to  believe  that  Marianne  h; 
changed  in  such  a  ghastly  way.  She  did  n 
go  down  in  dull  apathy,  like  most,  nor  did  s 
turn  to  the  wretched  wolfishness  of  those  d 
termined  to  survive  at  any  price.  No.  / 
times  it  seemed  to  him  that  she  had  joint 
that  twisted  and  macabre  crew  which  seel 
glory  in  its  own  suffering. 

Marianne  advanced  and  he  saw  the  won 
and  cruelty  that  filled  her  eyes.  "I  kno 
what  you  are  thinking,"  she  said. 

"  I  was  thinking  that  we  both  have  grow 
older,"  he  told  her. 

"What  else?" 

"More  confused." 


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"Ye< 

«.q0(  "And  afraid ! "  Marianne  clasped  her  arms 
nulled  oun^  his  chest.  "Forget  that  I  ever  was  a 
Lisa  wJsn'nK  little  girl,"  she  said.  "Can't  we 
on  "  h/etend  that  we  have  never  met  each  other 

"  i  ar^ore  t°day'" 

j  ,  "I  cannot  pretend  that." 

Thei       y    g     wood  is  repulsive? 
sweatei  "please  " 

verv  sf  '  T"  ou  can  never  De  ruthless  enough  to  say 
,!"  Marianne  threw  back  her  head  and 

lorn  sughed' 

clumsy      dont  like  the  way  you  laugh." 
no  sock  "What  e^se 's  there  to  do  in  a  life  in  which 
nail  has  become  more  important  than  a 

"Oh  'ece  °^  art'  " 


The  lights  went  out  in  the  harbor 
the  old  river  streets  of  Nordune.  Tr 
stopped,  spilling  bewildered  travek 
the  night.  Somewhere  a  siren  wailed  i 
nably. 

Lisa  shuddered.  "It's  so  dark." 

"The  storm  must  have  blown  dou 
power  line,"  Martin  said.  lie  lightly  h  fc, 
waist  to  guide  her.  Again  he  was  su  y 
by  her  smallness. 

As  they  moved  away  from  the 


mooring  place  they  avoided  the  harbo 


3!.. 


"No 


Martin  could  feel  the  blood  beat  in  her 


Take  it3^'  ^e  a^so  ^  ^e  toucri  OI  wood  against 
She  Is  hnee.  Marianne  is  clever,  he  thought.  She 
mediat(W  ma^e  nerseV  a  stunning  gown  out  of  old 
..Q^^bbons  and  a  pair  of  window  curtains.  She  is 
"Quitted  with  paints  and  artist's  brushes.  She 
"No  ea^'d  things  which  are  delicate  and  beautiful. 


Agait 


d  her  laughter  is  like  a  hand  that  tears  a 
wer  to  shreds.  She  will  not  comprehend  that 
Yes  \ame  oack  'c      Marianne  I  knew  on  Hetgo- 

cramme^e  sa'd'  "  *  think  you  should  find  yourself 

hundre<he,rfmvan-"      .      ,  .      ..  „A 
air-raid     e  arms  drop  to  her  side.   A  man  ? 


me 


worry  u 
begrudg'ny 


>w  many  men  are  left  in  Nordune?  How 


He  woulNot  ™any- 


had  sucked  them 
Norduners  fell  in 


The  war 
ay.  Eleven  thousand 
In  the'^e"  Eight  thousand 
attempts. still  prisoners  in 
risen  frosjia,'  Jlfteen,  th?u- 
tor  He  ld  had  simP'y  dls" 
sary  sou3eared- 
anne     Marianne  threw  her- 
f  on  Martin's  bed. 

He  lr  r'Sht  leS  made  a 

•  ,  .  ,  all  cracking  noise, 
might  la,  j       j  a 

,   b       he  aged  and  the 
been  ac  „    ,  ., 
.   .     ,  <c,    she  said,  the 
to  her  b'  ,  . 

,  ngers  and  the  crawl- 

.       y.  And  the  outland- 

change.  „ 

like  his,  \,     .      ,      ,  , 
A  fad(   e     g  hands 
the  attic?  her  long,  copper- 
,  ^  lored   hair.  She 
roof.  Th    .    ,    ,        ,  , 
in  the  JShed  horribly. 

attic  be  'Laughing  is,bettuer 

belong*?"  W<rfTP*ng'  she 

led.      It  HHBH 
on  whic     ,  ,, 
genj  ned. 

about  1n^artin  said  nothing.  He  did  not  want  to 
dayVtrt  her- 

from  Nc/5"6  ^°°^ed  UP  at  h'm  Irom  the  bed.  "Tell 
,  .        that  you  hate  me!  Punish  me!  Tell  me 
slate-col  .       '       ,        ,   c  i 
Maria   you  Wit  ashamed  of  me! 

'I  only  pity  you,"  Martin  said. 


where  the  guards  stood  watch.  They  r 
the  fence  that  encircled  the  port  aiT 
places  still  heavily  cluttered  with  wrL 
there  were  runs  undermining  the  nj, 
where  a  human  bei.v*.  molelike,  mig* 
through  unobserved.  It  was  through  hi 
mole  run  that  they  entered  the  city 

The  storm  hurled  dust  into  their  fac  y 
his  pocket  Martin  carried  two  hcrrir 
Marianne.  Lisa  carried  her  cigarettes  I  «j 
away  in  the  bosom  of  Lottchen's  dress 
hurried  past  the  Kaffee  Krokodil,  whi( 
the  only  building  intact  on  the  mil 
Kamerunstrasse. 

On  the  sidewalks  men  slouched,  mu 
somehow  threatening. 

Lisa  stopped.  "I  cannot  go  on,"  sh 
tested. 

"  Don't  be  afraid,"  Martin  said.  "Ni 
will  happen.  Don't  be  afraid,"  he  rerj 
"Oh,  I  don't  I 


; 


AltOIMI  ItOIIIX 

uooirs  barn 

Irrelevant  circumlocutions  of 
^  English  lawyers  used  to  he  cen- 
sured by  the  periwigged  judges,  who 
would  remind  them  that  they  might 
just  as  well  say,  "Robin  Hood  in 
Barnesdalc  stood."  It  has  been  sug- 
gested that  Robin  Hood's  barn  is  the 
great  out-of-doors,  since  Robin 
Hood  is  supposed  to  have  stabled  his 
horses  with  no  covering  other  than 
the  canopy  of  heaven.  "'To  go  around 
Robin  Hood's  barn"  is  used  today  to 
describe  anyone  who  attains  an  end 
by  an  indirect  or  circuitous  process. 

—DAVID  T.  ARMSTRONG. 


£°   ,  ?  \gain,  for  one  fleeting  moment,  the  wild- 
man  sbifa     '       .    fA.    .b  .>TJ 
him  suds  wen^  ou^  °*  Marianne.    Here  we  are 
s    ke  toipp'ng  at  eacn  °ther."  she  said.  "What- 
u  r  I 

her  yean  ?J 

ent,  clasrA ' 

"Mart    norma'  hfe. 

„Yes  -  You  are  a  bourgeois!"  Marianne  curved 
,.T     '  bitter,  sensuous  mouth.  "What  do  you 
normal,  please? 
^nawa^A  life  in  which  a  man  can  look  with  con- 
'°  nee  toward  the  rebuilding  of  his  house." 


He  stoi 
brcslv  f  3st 

^re,VRiANNE  cried  out,  "Your  normality  is  in 
^aypjarn\:louds!  Oh,  you  foolish  old  Martin!  Why 
turb  ou  'e  *'me  trying  to  rebuild  something  we 
^wyou'jr,  never  can  recapture?  Why  not  enjoy 
' Shesm  nightmare  as  long  as  it — and  we — can 

be  disturl'.  , 

"I  kne       a  that? 
.  Let's  look  with  confidence  toward  our 

L WLLI1  III-  .       -II  •*  •  •       j     •  »» 

ing  I  hav'h'  Tllcre  s  happiness  in  dying. 

"Some**68"- perhaps'" 
not  stir  Pn"  no— the  amount  of  happiness  that's 
in  a  low  y'n^  dei^ends  on  the  number  of  outland- 

know  ouWe  Can  *'a'<e  W'*'n  US'  ^*'1C  Pencil,  the 
now  you  Jews  and  all  the  others  would  be 

come  imi  '    .  /  ,  .  . 

must  I  tt^  see  us  become  extinct,  were  it 

.  for  the  likelihood  that  we'd  drag  them 
want  yot 

He  sai1^' 

her  sense  ^'et  you  want  a  child,"  Martin  s;iid, 
"Curst1'"8- 

anne      ^  ™>n  to  ma'<e  mc  ''ve  f°rever-" 

ii  '  You  are  twisted  in  the  head."  lie  went 
1  le  am.     .       ,, ,  ,,  ,       .  . 

woman  r  '":  (loor-    '  must  go,   he  said. 
,  .   „    hirianne  replied  in  an  even  voice,  "  Damn 

stole  Hon    »,..,,.,.  I.  .  • 

_„  „,  Martin!  What  you  really  want  is  a 

woman.  ,  ,  .  ,, 

nan  with  two  whole  legs. 


to   come  bac 

this  " 

He  held  her 
firmly.  "I  am  gc 
get  you  a  bed  I 
night,"  he  said, 
morrow  you  are  1 
go  away." 

Together 
pushed  on  throuj 
appalling  dese 
what  had  once 
human  habitat 
Roofless  walls  re; 
skyward  like  the 
tons  of  monsters.  1  »■ 
less,  windowlessa- 
cades  rocked  gem  in 
the  groaning  dtt 
■■■■■■■■■Hi  tion.  Some  thortfr 
fares  had  been  cle  d, 
the  bomb  crateis  filled  with  rubbish  id 
sand,  the  house  cadavers  pushed  it 
Along  other  streets  only  footpaths  w>id 
among  hills  of  rubble. 

Martin  and  Lisa  did  not  halt  on  their  |i. 
They  clambered  over  rugged  tongue  i 
broken  stone  which  blocked  the  sidew  i 
pieces  of  garden  fence,  a  rusted  boilei  i 
a  smashed  safe.  They  crossed  the  Ram  ■ 
at  a  run,  and  about  them  other  peopk 
and  no  one  seemed  to  care  about  anc  r. 
Through  the  roaring  wasteland  of  Nor  t 
young  men  prowled,  former  soldiers,  V 
away  foreigners,  fugitives  from  imperm; 
and  changing  laws,  drifters  menacing 
silent,  not  to  aid  the  stricken,  but  to  pit 
the  distressed. 

Martin  was  leading  Lisa  by  the  hand 
drew  her  into  the  Fregattenstrasse,  v> 
Marianne  lived,  a  street  quieter  than 
others. 

Down  the  street  a  human  queue  bio 
their  way.  Some  of  the  people  hum 
asleep  on  little  stools  they  had  brought  h 
them,  leaning  against  the  wind;  otH 
wrapped  in  blankets,  huddled  on  the  p. 
ment.  They  were  waiting  for  morning  I 
for  the  opening  of  a  store,  and  more  pel 
arrived,  anxious,  inquiring. 

"What  are  they  waiting  for?" 

"Potatoes,"  a  man  said. 

"Vinegar." 

"Powdered  milk,  they  say,  and  a  I 
w<x)d,"  explained  a  woman  who  carric 
sleeping  child. 

Martin  and  Lisa  skirted  the  queue.  "0 
this  way,"  he  said  abruptly.  He  drew 
into  the  doorway  of  a  house. 

"Do  you  live  in  this  house?" 

"  In  a  way,"  Martin  said.  "Marianne tj 
here.  Single  people  are  not  permitted| 
occupy  alone  a  nxmi  that  might  In-  used 

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a  family.  But  together  Marianne  and  I  are 
entitled  to  share  sixteen  square  meters." 

The  house  was  small.  Bomb  concussions 
had  cracked  its  rear  wall  and  many  of  its 
roof  tiles  had  been  shattered.  But  the  cracks 
had  been  stuffed  with  grass  and  clay  and  the 
roof  had  been  patched  with  pieces  of  metal, 
wax  cloth  and  boards.  Cardboard  had  been 
nailed  over  blown-out  windows.  Neat  round 
holes  had  been  cut  into  the  cardboard  win- 
dowpanes.  Short  stovepipe  protruded  through 
the  holes. 

The  house  was  narrow,  two  stories  high. 
It  contained  four  rooms  and  an  attic,  a  cel- 
lar and  a  back  yard  where  a  pear  tree  grew. 
The  pear  tree  had  been  plundered  before  the 
pears  had  really  been  ripe.  Other  thieves 
had  cut  off  its  lower  branches  for  fuel.  A 
sound  of  voices  came  from  the  basement, 
and  from  elsewhere  came  the  wailing  of  a 
child. 

Martin  thumped  his  fist  against  the  door. 
Slurring  footfalls  approached.  NA  woman 
said,  "Who's  there?" 

"Captain  Helm." 

"Ack  so!"  She  opened  the  door. 

Martin  drew  Lisa  into  the  inky  darkness 
of  a  stairway.  "Why  is  the  child  crying?" 
Martin  asked. 

The  woman  answered  in  the  heavy  accent 
of  those  who  had  been  chased  from  their 
homes  in  Silesia,  "Cry  she  should!  I  beat 
her !  I  caught  her  downstairs  begging  choco- 
late." 

"You  can't  still  hunger  with  a  stick." 

"No,"  the  woman  said.  "  I  know  that,  you 
idiot.  Have  you  a  flock  of  brats  to  sing  your 
ears  sore  with  their  complaints?" 

"Could  you  be  less  surly?" 

"Ach,  Gotl,  yes  "  On  slurring  feet  the 

woman  went  away.  A  door  slammed. 

Martin  led  Lisa  over  two  narrow  flights  of 
stairs.  Like  the  woman,  the  house  was  heavy 
with  cold  smells.  The  stench  of  human  beings 
who  lived  without  soap.  The  kitchen  be- 
longed to  the  owner  and  his  ailing  wife,  who 
shared  it  with  the  wife  of  their  son,  who  was 
a  prisoner  in  Russia.  The  cellar  was  occupied 
by  three  former  soldiers  who  never  worked, 
and  by  a  shifting  number  of  girls.  The  rem- 
nants of  four  families  from  Silesia  occupied 
the  remaining  three  rooms:  six  women,  nine 
children,  two  old  men.  The  attic  belonged 
to  Martin  and  Marianne. 

Marianne  was  reading  the  Norduner  Zeit- 
ung  by  the  light  of  a  candle  stub.  A  small 
fire  of  pine  cones  and  of  white  peat  smoked 
in  a  stove  slightly  larger  than  a  kettle.  She 
heard  a  man's  footsteps  and  went  to  the  door 
and  held  high  the  saucer  with  the  candle. 

"Martin?"  Her  voice  was  soft.  She  wore 
a  coat  that  had  been  fashioned  from  a 


blanket.  White  peat  gave  little  heat,  fli, 
sudden  bitterness  Marianne  exclaimed, " 
but  you're  not  alone!" 

"  I  brought  someone,"  Martin  said 

"A  girl!" 

"Yes.  Her  name  is  Lisa." 

"A  pretty  girl.  Much  younger  than  I.  y 
me  look  at  her." 

"The  night  is  very  bad,"  Martin  said.; 
think  we  should  let  her  sleep  here." 

Marianne  held  the  candle  close  to  Li:!i 
face.  Then  the  candle  moved  downw| 
slowly,  probing  the  contours  of  the  und; . 
aged  body.  As  it  touched  Lisa's  soldier  be 
it  was  jerked  high,  back  to  the  impassive  f; 

Marianne  said,  "Expelled?  No?  Displat 
then?" 

Lisa  nodded.  She  was  looking  down,  a»ta 
from  the  light,  away  from  the  hostile  tJ 
Marianne  said,  "I  hope  you  don't  br| 

us  vermin." 

"She  won't,"  Martin  said. 
"You  investigated?" 
"Please  " 

"Perhaps,"  Marianne  said,  "she  sho 
scrub  herself.  Did  you  find  her  in  the  cellarjj 
"No."  Martin  thought,  /  should  slap 

face! 

Marianne  laughed.  "Come  in!  Tl  , 
bodies  generate  more  warmth  than  one  I 
have  some  bread  soup  left.  It's  cold,  I  ft| 
Want  some?" 

"No,"  Martin  said.  "I  have  brought  1 1 
herring  for  you." 

"Wonderful!  We'll  finish  the  bread  a  | 
for  breakfast  and  save  the  herring  for 
midday  meal."  Marianne  took  the  fish  ■<  I 
put  them  away  in  a  metal  box  near  the  »  I 
dow.  Then  she  sat  on  her  bed,  leaning  b; 
on  her  hands,  her  polished  wooden  stui  I 
stretched  out  in  front  of  her.  Her  copper  nil 
reflected  the  candlelight.  Her  own  paintinl 
and  charcoal  drawings  covered  the  wall 
For  a  while  she  studied  Lisa.  Then  she  sa| 
to  Martin,  "I'm  glad  you  came.  I  want 
be  hospitable.  But  reading  a  newspapl 
makes  me  shrewish.  Each  time  I  read  a  ne«l 
paper  I  feel  that  I'm  made  the  victim  of  lit  I 
One  should  read  only  the  ration  annound| 
ments." 

"Did  you  work  well  today?"  Mart| 
asked. 

"Work — yes.  Create— no.   I  can't 
paper  anywhere.  Nor  paints.  My  brush! 
are  wearing  out.  Today  I  traded  a  woodct] 
for  a  bath  sponge.  But  I  am  singing  a  i 
quiem!  No  more  of  that!"  Again  her  vo 
was  bright  and  hard:  "A  little  warmth, | 
little  fodder.  Are  you  tired?" 

Martin  nodded.  "A  full  day,"  he  said. 

"I'll  give  Lisa  a  blanket."  Maria 
smiled.  "She  can  pick  herself  a  corner.  (\ 
she  can  sleep  on  the  wide  chair.  And  t 
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&  *  RAYON 


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OU'RE  RIGHT 


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HuAu  U0U/  beautiful  you,  with  new 

^      in  vour  favorite  store,  and 
raYOnS"t0'Wea       he   orner- What  other  fiber, 

what  other  fabnc.  .S  SO  ga-Y 
textured,  so  surely  in  step  with  fashion  .  W 

rh  variety  at  such  thoughtful 
else  gives  you  such  variety 

prices...  so  often  washable, 
so  easily  cleanable.  ^^^^^ 

 IN  RAYON  — 


i-beloved  beige  appears  with 
Eirful  of  printed  scarf-in  the 
dolors  so  certainly  rayon. 


in  this  rayon  spring. 


»io.u.s.p*r.of- 


LA  OIKS"  IIOMK  JOl  lt\M. 


t  ^  RAYON 


Checks  of  oil  sizes  are  honored  this 
oafs  spun 

;  a 

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rayon  are  cut  like  your  young  son's! 


ilOOIllight  ...  in  Sunlight  .  .  .  your  coolest,  lightest, 

loveliest  wearables  are  made  of  fashion-right  rayon, 
utifully  draped,  brilliantly  patterned,  yet  their  good  looks 
ong-long-wearing  .  .  .  that's  the  wonder  of  rayon! 
-heck  the  clothes  you  love  best,  indoors  and  out  .  .  . 
Ik  the  newsworthy  styles  bowing  in  this  spring  .  .  . 
're  right ...  so  right ...  in  rayon— and 
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Slips  have  low-cut  sweetheart  » 
necklines,  hug  waist  smoothly  "\ 
— wash  and  wear  in  rayon 
satin,  rayon  crepe  ^ 


„•  .-::r  Black  is  big  news  in 

summer  fashions — 
good  news  year-round 
in  glamorous  dance 
sets.  Rayon,  of  course! 


v.  <■ 


Gleaming  rayon  satin 
accents  spring's 
cleancut  hip  lines — 
molds  you  for  your 
new  spring  suit! 


next  to  you  . . . 

you  like  something  nice  .  .  . 

And  what  could  be  nicer  than  rayon? 
ool  rayon  . .  .  woven  or  knitted  . .  .  filmy  or  crisp  .  . . 

in  the  breathtaking  colors  of  spring  itself.  Rayon's  right  for  you  .  . 
ath  it  all  .  .  .  because  it  tubs  and  dries  .  .  .  needs  so  little  pressing 
. .  gives  you  so  much  glamour  at  such  a  pleasant  range  of  prices. 
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He  needs  a  lightweight,  packable  robe 
— a  cool,  comfortable  robe.  He  likes 
it  in  the  deep  colors,  soft  textures  of 
gay  rayon  prints. 


Shorts  are  sharp  in  sun-bright  colors 
— tailored  to  his  taste  in  rayon. 


lusty' 


Rayon's  right  for  year- 
—  right  because  it's  co 
comfortable,  tailored  tri  | 

so  well. 

Rayon  shirts  and  slacks 
are  classics — and  the 
prints  this  year  are  gayer 
than  ever. 


Rayon  suits!  Does  your  man  know? 
Cool,  cool  rayon  suits  (Nothing's  cooler  than  rayon'). 
Light,  easily  cleanable  rayon  suits.  Rayon  slacks,  too. 
And  shorts.  And  socks.  And  ties.  Rayon  for  leisure-time 
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BETTER  THINGS  FOR  BETTER  LIVING  . 


THROUGH  CHEI 


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(Continued  from  Page  107) 
]i  nji  universe  of  ruins  from  which  the 
|Sh  inkers  arose  like  vast  monuments 
-  ;te<  10  commemorate  men's  folly.  Con- 
)  on  id  discord.  Poking  dully  about  the 
i  «  J  home,  long  picked  clean  of  every- 
,ig  [man  might  use,  or  sell,  or  burn  for 
I.  5 11  standing  on  nearby  Venusberg 
i'-e>t|  metal  grilles  where  air-raid  wardens 
I  b  ned  the  air-raid  corpses.  From  the 
les  olitical  speakers  spouted  their  opti- 
tnjid  their  insincerity.  And  their  im- 
eiu   Liberty,  Equality,  Fraternity— 
at  hemes  in  a  time  without  a  faith, 
hoi'  decency  or  peace ! 
,\x  iany  answers,  quickly  given!  A  man 
a  ght  to  find  out  what  is  wrong.  He 
He  blunders  in  many  directions. 
m;;2s  mistakes  and  he  remains  alive.  He 
ra|  patiently,  without  much  hope  that 

H  ever  grasp  the   

Hind  the  nature  of  ■■■■■■■■ 


sleep !  he  told  him- 
\f.hing  is  wrong  with 
|  closed  his  eyes.  A 
I  train  was  passing, 
Strain  drawn  by  a 
Mmotive.The  wheels 
I  beneath  the  first-class 


^  Be  friendly  with  the  folks 
"  you  know.  If  it  weren't 
for  them,  you'd  be  a  total 
stranger. 


cars  for 

'flj-  personnel  and  beneath  the  third- 
s*rs  in  which  the  public  rode. 
«  in  tossed  in  half-sleep.  The  end 
M  ianne's  wooden  leg  was  tapping  a 
th  in  his  brain.  He  thought,  Someday 
mkill  Marianne.  Already  she  is  mitr- 
mherself.  .  .  .  Her  contempt  invaded 
■  xeness:  "You  are  a  bourgeois!  What 
U'all  normal,  please?" 
^rebuilding  of  a  house !  The  recapture 
Ht  reality!  Was  it  a  certainty  that  any 
Hbbuilt  out  of  the  ocean  of  rums  would 
Hproyed  again  in  a  war  between  the 
■is  and  the  West? 

jressed  his  head  against  the  cabin 
id.  He  strove  to  force  from  his  mind 
:ure  of  the  tapping  stump,  the  sounds 
:hing  boots,  the  crumbling  brick,  the 
i  Minsk,  the  dying  Nora  Rode, 
s  and  the  blazing  skies  and  the  daugh- 
Farmer  Harold  Heck  barefooted  and 
alls,  galloping  on  horseback  down  a 
rched  hillside. 


109 

Minsk!  This  is  Minsk!  A  locomotive 
halted,  breathing  steam.  All  out,  we're  going 
to  have  a  strangulation  party,  by  command 
of  Destiny !  Jawohl,  we  are  Germans,  and  our 
loyalty  is  our  honor!  Judith  Helm,  bowed 
neck — mouth  open — tongue  jerking;  hus- 
band taking  it  easy  in  Texas  .  .  .  even  tears 
turn  to  ice  in  the  winter  in  Minsk. 

Wetterman  speaking:  "Captain  Helm, 
you  should  come  to  our  side." 

In  the  darkness  Martin  reached  for  his 
tobacco,  rolled  a  cigarette.  He  struck  a  light 
and  smoked  and  listened  to  the  ticking  of 
the  ship's  clock. 

He  would  repair  the  motor  of  the  Merce- 
des boat  and  return  it  to  Major  Dartman's 
wife;  not  because  she  was  a  conqueror's  lady, 
but  because  she  had  induced  a  society  of 
women  in  America  to  purchase  penicillin  for 
the  stricken  hospitals  of  the  city.  Then,  for 
no  reason  at  all,  he 
thought  of  the  freighter 
Ascension  from  Boston 
which  had  entered  Hel- 
goland Bay  a  month  ago 
with  a  cargo  of  potatoes 
that  had  gone  bad— four 
thousand  tons  of  spoiled 
potatoes,  in  fine  new 
a  vast  odor  of  rottenness 


sacks,  spreading 
into  the  autumn. 

Again  he  felt  defeated.  But  he  was  strangely 
undisturbed  by  the  knowledge  that  he,  at 
this  moment,  sought  means  toward  self- 
destruction,  less  crude,  if  possible,  and  more 
subtle  than  Marianne's. 

He  should  join  the  adventurers  and  say, 
"The  world  and  its  gods  are  broken,  but  I, 
Martin  Helm  of  Helgoland  and  Nordune,  I 
have  saved  myself." 

He  should  say,  "  I  am — and  outside  of  my- 
self there  is  nothing." 

He  should  say,  "I  cannot  wait  until  the 
great  sickness  finds  a  medicine  that  heals  it." 

A  noise  alerted  him.  It  was  the  rattling  of 
a  doorknob.  He  sat  up  and  carefully  put  the 
remnant  of  his  cigarette  aside.  The  noise  was 
real.  The  cabin  door  flew  open.  The  night 
entered,  callous  and  wild. 

Martin  shouted,  "Who's  there?" 

A  quiet  voice  replied,  "Lisa." 

(To  be  Continued) 


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(Continued  from  Page  40) 


glanced  at  him  with  cold  surprise.  "I 
him.  All  Swiss  watch  menders  take  a 
hie.  They're  expert  craftsmen  and  they 
id  of  the  watches  they  mend.  They 
|o  make  them  work  perfectly." 
at's  the  well-known  story  about  Swiss 
menders,"  he  conceded  eagerly, 
;d  at  having  elicited  a  response.  "But 
'h  doesn't  inspire  my  confidence.  I 
ne's  a  crook." 

is  not,"  she  said  indignantly.  "He's  a 
er  with  three  little  children,  and  now 
flax  is  sick  he  has  no  one  to  look  after 
|unger  ones." 
pw  do  you  know?  " 

i  told  me  all  about  it  and  I've  seen  the 
p  playing  in  the  street." 
Ham  smiled  indulgently  at  this  femi- 
estimony.  "This  is  a  big,  bad  city,"  he 
led  her  paternally.  "You  can't  believe 
|hard-luck  story  you  hear.  Better  hang 
four  watch  until  we  see  what  he  does 
:.  I'll  tell  him  you  changed  your  mind." 
^rt  I  haven't,"  she  said  crisply,  turning 

n-etfully  he  watched  her  walk  toward 
is  stop.  She  was  one  of  the  rare  women 
x>k  graceful  when  walking  fast.  He  sur- 
that  her  play  was  to  have  a  week's  try- 
l  Boston  or  Philadelphia, 
the  meantime,  Munsch  was  the  only  tie 
x>und  them,  so  he  did  not  pursue  the 
:r  of  his  watch.  On  the  morning  she  had 
ihe  would  call  for  hers,  he  fidgeted  in 
>f  his  window  until  t welve- thirty .  Then, 
ie  had  a  noon  appointment,  he  left  hur- 
r.  When  he  emerged  in  the  street  he  saw 
lescending  the  steps  of  the  shop.  He 
•ed  after  her. 


"Did  you  get  your  watch?"  he  called. 

She  turned  and  surveyed  him  with  no  sign 
of  pleasure.  "Poor  little  Max  was  operated 
on  this  morning,  so  Mr.  Munsch  had  to  go  to 
the  hospital.  He  left  a  note  on  the  door." 

"I've  had  enough  of  this!"  William  ex- 
claimed. "I'm  going  to  ask  the  police  to  in- 
vestigate him." 

"It's  inhuman  to  persecute  the  poor  man 
when  he's  in  trouble!" 

"No  harm  in  checking  up.  You  don't  want 
to  lose  your  watch,  do  you?" 

"I'm  not  going  to  lose  it.  Now  you  stop 
bullying  him ! "  She  glared  at  him  and  turned 
away  so  quickly  her  skirts  swirled. 

"I'm  going  across  town  in  a  cab,"  he  called 
after  her.  "Won't  you  let  me  give  you  a 
lift?" 

She  didn't  even  look  back.  A  very  difficult 
girl  to  get  to  know,  William  reflected  mo- 
rosely. 

That  night.  Candy  Cane  opened.  It  was  a 
tepid  comedy,  and  if  Alida  and  Allan  Melton 
had  not  been  the  stars  it  would  never  have 
survived  the  morning  papers.  But  this  glam- 
orous theatrical  couple  who  had  been  play- 
ing themselves  in  dozens  of  domestic  dramas 
for  years  hypnotized  the  critics  and  the  audi- 
ence as  usual,  and  eight  newspapers  next  day 
spoke  of  them  with  affectionate  enthusiasm, 
describing  the  play  as  a  pleasant  vehicle  for 
their  sparkling  talents. 

The  dissenting  opinion  was  penned  by 
William  Crowell.  "The  only  reason  for  sit- 
ting through  the  second  act  of  this  vacuous 
charade,"  he  wrote,  "is  a  brilliant  young 
actress  named  Laura  Rand  who  appears  in  it 
all  too  briefly."  In  fervent  detail  he  described 
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tie  technique  of  her  delivery  of  her 
s,  which  were,  "May  I  borrow  your 
acket,  Dolly?"  .  .  .  "Thank  you,  I'll 
back  tomorrow."  He  spoke  at  length 
nunciation,  her  posture,  her  grace, 
ring,  her  magnetism,  and  the  versatil- 
ivined  from  her  vivid  but  necessarily 
ail  portrayal  of  a  girl  borrowing  a 
acket.  He  said  there  was  no  reason  to 
the  third  act  because  she  never 
the  racket  back.  He  advised  pro- 
o  keep  an  eye  on  her,  reminding  them 
h  Bernhardt  had  red  hair.  He 
t  Alida  and  Allan  Melton  were 
he  cast. 

Rising  the  column  under  his  by-line  next 
imif;,  he  didn't  see  how  she  could  help 
nkfrateful.  On  the  way  to  his  office  he 
l«  at  the  watch  mender's  shop,  hoping 
:«jild  be  on  hand  to  thank  him ;  there 
rAjveral  people  outside,  but  she  wasn't 
■them,  and  the  note  on  the  door  still 
flit  Mr.Munsch 
flthe  hospital, 
■h  muttered 
■r  and  stopped 
■he  police  sta- 
B  also  stopped 
Hrist  shop  and 
Bxeeded  to  the 

■  district  to  re- 
■ome  seats  for 

■  Cane, 
■i while  the  gos- 
■umnists  were 

■  his  eccentric 

■  with  interest. 
Ii   was  fairly 

■  nown  about 
s  a  wag  and 
ipplied  them 
?y  before.  One 
1  sent  a  scout 

theater  that 
to  interview 
and  about  her 
r.  After  the 
had  left  the 
room  she 
with  two  other 
e  saw  Crowell 
ing  the  iron 
le  paused  long 
to  see  the  door 
ked  in  Cro- 
face. 

iam  was  of  an 
stic  nature  and 
\t  the  door  had 
slammed  be- 

:he  girls  were  still  dressing.  He  waited 
tly  in  the  alley  outside  the  stage  door, 
i  a  tip-off  to  the  real  state  of  affairs 
a  girl  came  out  wearing  the  orchids 
Ijl  sent  Laura.  The  original  donee  en- 
fcied  him  further  when  she -appeared, 
'■u've  made  an  absolute  fool  of  your- 
'  he  said  heatedly,  "and  of  me  too.  The 
;;  e  making  my  life  a  misery.  Alida  and 
hretend  they  think  it's  funny,  but  they 
i  a  bit  pleased." 

I  tared  at  her  incredulously . ' '  Very  small 
in,"  he  said  with  hauteur.  "  I  didn't  say 
li  ng  against  them.  I  wrote  an  honest 
C  praising  the  only  fresh  talent  in  a 
Icre  production." 

y're  famous  stars  and  it  was  insult- 
( ignore  them  and  everybody  else  in  the 
Jut  me — a  bit  player.  Everyone's  mak- 
In  of  me  and  insinuating  all  sorts  of 
i.  It's  terribly  embarrassing." 
iidn't  mean  to  insult  anyone,"  he  said. 
;ive  the  Meltons  a  plug  when  I  do  the 
3  roundup  in  the  Sunday  edition." 
loped  you  had  lost  your  job,"  she  said 
ily.  "But  if  you're  still  there  Sunday, 
mention  me.  You've  made  me  a  laugh- 
ck  already.  You're  noted  for  knowing 
itely  nothing  about  the  theater." 
ou  could  help  me  a  lot,"  he  admitted 
ly.  "Would  you  have  a  bite  of  supper 
me,  Miss  Rand?  " 

o  thanks,"  she  said  brusquely.  "I'm 
ng  some  friends  at  Sardi's." 

II  walk  across  with  you.  Let's  have  din- 
morrow." 


"I'd  rather  not  be  seen  with  you  just  now. 
People  might  get  the  impression— I  mean 
I'd  rather  not  be  seen  with  you." 

"You're  making  a  mountain  out  of  a  mole- 
hill," he  complained.  "If  it  will  make  you 
feel  any  better,  I'll  say  I  was  delirious  when  I 
reviewed  the  play.  Maybe  I  was— I'm  hav- 
ing shots,  in  case  I  go  to  China.  But  I  meant 
every  word.  I  think  you're  a  fine  actress  and 
someday  I'll  be  proud  I  discovered  you." 

She  seemed  slightly  mollified;  at  least  she 
permitted  him  to  walk  with  her  across  the 
street. 

"We  could  have  dinner  at  my  apartment," 
he  suggested  wistfully. 

"Certainly  not.  I  don't  even  know  you." 

"How  are  you  going  to  get  to  know  me  if 
you  won't  have  dinner  with  me?  I  told  you,  I 
may  have  to  go  away  soon." 

"It  would  be  just  as  well  if  you  did."  She 
nodded  briefly  at  him,  turned  away  and 
started  in  the  door  of  the  restaurant. 

"Wait  a  minute," 


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he  begged.  "The 
watch  shop  was  still 
locked  up,  so  I  noti- 
fied the  police." 

"I  told  you  not  to! 
It's  cruel,  when  his 
little  boy  is  so  sick." 

"I  doubt  if  he  has 
a  little  boy,"  William 
said  sourly. 

"Cynicism,"  she 
informed  him,  "is  a 
sign  of  failure.  Why 
don't  you  get  a  job 
you'd  be  a  success  at 
so  you'd  have  a 
healthier  attitude?" 

"I  am  a  success," 
he  protested  irately. 
"Ask  anyone."  But 
she  had  disappeared. 

A  hard  girl  to 
please,  William 
mused  fretfully.  He 
had  given  her  a  boost 
in  her  profession,  sent 
her  a  bridal-sized 
bunch  of  orchids,  and 
tried  to  prevent  her 
being  robbed,  and 
what  were  his 
thanks?  Scorn  and 
abuse. 

Still,  he  realized 
she  was  young  and 
unsure  of  herself  and 
had  probably  had  to 
take  a  lot  of  kidding  about  him.  He  went  to  a 
phone  booth  in  a  nearby  bar.  I  f  he  could  reach 
one  of  the  commentators  on  an  afternoon  pa- 
per, he  might  be  able  to  get  something  into 
print  about  the  disinterested  nature  of  his 
drama  criticism  and  the  fact  that  he  didn't 
even  know  the  girl. 

On  his  way  out  after  several  fruitless  calls, 
he  saw  the  very  man  he  wanted  sitting  at  the 
bar.  He  listened  with  flattering  attention 
while  William  described  his  problem. 

"Now  fjlease  get  this  straight,"  William 
requested  earnestly.  "There  was  nothing 
personal  in  my  enthusiasm  for  Miss  Rand.  I 
was  merely  calling  attention  to  an  interest- 
ing new  talent,  which  I  consider  the  chief 
function  of  the  critic." 

"You  know  how  to  pick  them,"  the  man 
acknowledged. 

"Lay  off  that  angle,"  William  said  res- 
tively. "Just  say  something  about  my  ap- 
proach to  play  reviewing." 

"Not  a  very  red-hot  item,  William,"  his 
colleague  objected  sadly. 

"Well,  let  it  go,"  William  said,  rising 
abruptly.  "Forget  all  I've  done  for  you." 

"I  forgot  it  long  ago,"  the  man  assured 
him.  "Now  that  you  bring  it  up,  I  remember 
you're  the  man  who  got  Aunt  Hortcnse  out 
of  occupied  France  when  I  specifically  said 
Cousin  Hortense.  She's  still  living  with  us; 
but  never  mind  that.  I'll  see  what  I  can  do 
for  you,  Bill." 

"Remember,  time  is  of  the  essence,"  Wil- 
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not  approve  of  late  risers.  In  one  of  the  tab- 
loids he  read,  "Bill  Crowell's  rave  notice  of 
Laura  Rand,  who  has  a  walk-on  in  Candy 
Cane,  did  not  produce  the  desired  results.  He 
was  given  the  heave  when  he  called  on  the 
pretty  redhead  backstage.  'In  my  opinion 
Mr.  Crowell  is  crazy,'  she  told  friends  at 
Sardi's.  'He  should  be  barred  from  all  thea- 
ters. Alida  and  Allan  Melton  think  so  too.' " 

Feeling  vaguely  offended,  William  opened 
the  rival  tabloid.  "Bill  Crowell  is  going 
steady  to  Candy  Cane,"  he  read,  "where 
Laura  Rand  may  be  glimpsed  unless  you 
stoop  to  pick  up  your  program  while  she's  on. 
$70.40  worth  of  tickets  for  sixteen  perform- 
ances will  enable  Bill  to  see  Laura  for  thirty 
minutes  and  that's  all.  '  I  do  not  know  Mr. 
Crowell  or  wish  to  know  him,'  she  assured 
her  escort  at  Twenty-one." 

William  took  a  gulp  of  ammonia-flavored 
coffee  and  turned  to  the  afternoon  paper 
where  Aunt  Hortense's  nephew  proffered 
chitchat.  "Bill  Crowell  says  there's  nothing 
personal  in  his  admiration  for  the  way  Laura 
Rand  carries  a  tennis  racket  in  Candy  Cane. 
'The  man  who  discovered  Grandma  Moses 
cared  only  for  art,'  he  pointed  out.  'That's 
how  I  feel  about  Miss  Rand.' Queried  about 
Laura's  reaction  to  his  praise,  Crowell  said 
he  did  not  expect  gratitude  for  doing  his  pro- 
fessional duty.  He  isn't  getting  any.  'It 
doesn't  do  a  girl  any  good  to  be  admired  by  a 
nut,'  Laura  complained  to  friends  at  the 
Stork  Club." 

The  telephone  rang. 

"This  is  Laura  Rand,  Mr.  Crowell."  The 
charming  voice  sounded  haunted.  "I'm  be- 
ginning to  feel  sort  of 
worried  about  my  watch."  ■■■■■■i 

"Indeed,"  William  said 
coldly.  "Why  is  that?" 

"I  stopped  at  the  shop 
on  the  way  to  my  matinee. 
Max  was  playing  with 
the  children  in  the  street — 
he's  back  from  the  hospital- 
Mr.  Munsch's  children  at 


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ALLAN  MELTON  TO  KKKI>  AN  EYF  m 
UNTIL  WE  ARRIVE.  FATHER. 

William  smiled.  "Id  like  to  see 
face  when  she  reads  your  father's  wiii' 
remarked.  "Probably  the  first  time shiii 
been  offered  the  job  of  baby  sitter." 

"It's  not  funny.  My  career  means  ;l| 
me."  Her  voice  quavered  tearfully, 
got  me  into  the  papers." 

"Well,  you  kept  the  ball  rolling."  he  j 
out  sternly.  "You  didn't  have  to  makcl 
cracks  about  me.  Stop  giving  out  prJ 
tive  statements.  Try  not  to  attract  atti 
in  public  places.  Dry  your  eyes.  Peojf 
staring  at  you  now. 

This  was  true.  She  glanced  arou 
pulled  out  her  compact. 

"Not  a  complete  make-up  in  the 
room,"  he  suggested. 

She  ignored  this  advice.  "I  had  totti 
reporters  I  didn't  know  you  because  I 
want  them  to  think  you  gave  me 

build-up  because  I — because  we  

"Set  your  mind  at  rest.  Nobody's  n| 
tion  is  ruined  but  mine.  Would  you 
drink  before  we  order  dinner?" 

She  jumped  up.  "  I  can't  have  dinni 
I'm  terrified  someone  may  have  seen 
ready.  If  father  found  out  I  met  you 
don't  know  what  he'd  do  to  you." 

' '  Please  sit  down  until  I 've  paid  my  ct 
he  requested,  signaling  a  waiter.  "We'l 
dinner  anywhere  you  like.  Not  tha 
afraid  of  your  father." 

She  complied.  "I  think  I'd  better 
sandwich  in  my  dressing  room.  You 
know  father.  He  weighs  just  the  same  pistil 
did  when  he  playi 
the  football  team  i 
lege,  and  no  one  c  r 
a  thing  with  him  wr 
gets  upset.  If  some 
awful  happened  to 
Alida  and  Allan  wot 
have  me  in  their 


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great  men. 

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-and  they  aren't 
all.  They're  his 
landlady's.  She  rents  him  that  room  and 
he  hasn't  paid  his  rent  and  no  one  knows 
where  he  is." 

"Well,  well,"  William  said. 
"It  was  my  great-grandmother's  watch 
and  mother  would  be  wild  if  I  lost  it.  I  think 
you'd  better  tell  the  police  to  break  in  right 
away.  I  mean  if  you  have  time.  I  guess  I'm 
being  an  awful  nuisance." 

"Not  at  all,"  William  said  politely. 
"I  hate  to  bother  you,  but  it  would  be  a 
good  idea  if  you'd  go  with  them.  My  watch  is 
chased  gold  with  a  monogram  VSP  on  the 
back  and  an  enameled  fleur-de-lis  at  the  top 
where  you  pin  it  on.  Mother  would  abso- 
lutely kill  me  if  anything  happened  to  it." 

"That  would  be  regrettable,"  William  said. 
"Have  you  seen  the  papers  today?" 

"No,  I  haven't,  and  I'm  afraid  I  can't  talk 
any  more  because  I'm  not  made  up  yet.  Do 
you  suppose  you  could  possibly  bring  the 
watch  to  Sardi's  at  about  five-thirty?  If  it 
isn't  out  of  your  way." 

"I'll  do  my  best,"  William  promised  her. 

Late  that  afternoon  he  took  a  table  facing 
the  door  of  the  restaurant  and  ordered  a 
drink.  When  she  came  in  her  face  was  almost 
as  red  as  her  uncovered  hair  and  there  was  an 
open  telegram  in  her  hand.  He  rose  and  seated 
her. 

"I've  never  been  so  upset  in  my  whole  life," 
she  said  tragically. 

"Calm  down,"  he  advised.  "Our  watches 
are  in  a  pawnshop  in  the  Bowery  and  the  po- 
lice have  the  pawn  tickets.  If  you'll  give  me 
Munsch's  receipt  " 

"I'm  not  worried  about  my  watch.  Read 
this."  She  thrust  the  telegram  at  him.  It  was 
date-lined  Philadelphia. 

YOUR  MOTHER  AND  I  DEEI'LY  DISTRESSED 
AUOUT  UNDIGNIFIED  NEWSPAPER  PUBLIC- 
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WILL  RUIN  YOUR  HEALTH  YOU  ARE  OBVI- 
OUSLY TOO  IMMATURE  TO  LIVE  IN  NEW 
YORK  AND  ATTEMPT  A  STAGE  CAREER  WHO 
(S  THIS  CROWELL?  I  WILL  DEAL  w  IT  1 1  HIM 

WHEN  I  AKKIVETOMOKKOW  EVENING  WITH 
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"Thanks  for  your  solicitude,''  he 
stiffly.  "Better  give  me  the  receipt  for 
watch." 

"I  wouldn't  want  you  to  get  hurt,' 
said  gently.  "Crjuld  you  leave  the  wa 
my  apartment  tomorrow  afternoon?" 

"I  have  a  good  deal  to  attend  to  to 
row.  I'll  leave  it  at  the  theater  sometime 
ing  the  evening." 

"Don't  do  that,"  she  said  apprehensi 
"Father  will  probably  be  there.  I'd  b 
get  it  myself." 

"The  Bowery,"  he  said  exasperated! 
no  place  for  a  conspicuously  beautiful 
haired  girl  to  wander  around  alone  unles 
wants  to  start  a  riot.  I  can't  figure  out  whfl 
you're  slightly  simple-minded  or 
publicity-mad  than  P.  T.  Barnum.  I'll 
the  watch  with  the  man  at  the  stage  i 
I'm  leaving  for  China  on  Saturday. 

"Oh!"  she  gasped,  staring  at  him 
dismay.  "So  soon?" 

The  most  dreaded  columnist  of  thei 
entered  the  restaurant  at  this  juncture 
was  not  looking  in  Laura's  direction  unti 
almost  knocked  him  down  in  her  haste  t 
out  the  door. 

That  girl  is  certainly  Roing  to  be  a  haiu 
William  reflected  soberly.  He  was  glad 
father  had  a  puritanical  streak.  Or  may' 
was  Quaker.  He  would  like  to  have  a 
with  him,  alone.  He  pondered  how  to  am 
this. 

It  came  about  more  easily  than  he 
pected.  He  was  up  early  next  morning 
down  in  the  Bowery  by  nine  o'clock.  The 
spent  some  time  in  his  office  brushing  ujjl 
intercollegiate  football  in  the  1920's.  His 
retary  interrupted  him  with  a  paper  fol 
for  subway  perusal 

"It  says  here,"  she  remarked  zestfi 
"that  you  and  Laura  were  getting  along 
a  couple  of  turtle  doves  oblivious  to  all  aro 
you  when  suddenly  she  burst  into  tean 
ran  out  on  you.  What  really  happened? 

"No  comment,"  William  snapped. 

It  was  almost  live  when  he  arrivec' 
Laura's  apartment.  The  door  wasopcnec 
a  tall,  heavily  built  man  with  red  hair 
looked  to  be  in  his  late  forties,  in  lit  co 
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"How  do  you  do,  Mr.  Rand,"  William  said 
cordially.  "Laura  told  me  you  were  coming 
to  town  and  I've  been  looking  forward  to 
meeting  you." 

"Who  are  you?"  Mr.  Rand  inquired. 

It  seemed  premature  to  tell.  "Laura  and  I 
are  neighbors,"  William  explained,  "and  I'm 
delivering  a  watch  she  had  repaired.  I'm  in 
luck  to  find  you  here.  The  greatest  fullback 
of  them  all!  This  is  a  pleasure." 

"I'll  take  the  watch,"  Mr.  Rand  said. 

"There's  never  been  anything,"  William 
babbled,  handing  him  the  sealed  envelope, 
"like  that  spectacular  " 

"What  the  devil!"  Mr.  Rand  exploded. 
On  the  envelope  was  printed:  K.  Gratz  & 
Sons.  We  Loan  the  Limit.  All  Transac- 
tions Strictly  Confidential.  "Are  you  a 
member  of  the  firm  of  K.  Gratz?  "  Mr.  Rand 
asked  with  repugnance. 

"Oh,  no,  sir.  I  " 

"Come  in  and  explain  yourself,"  Mr.  Rand 
ordered,  swinging  the  door  wide,  slamming  it 
behind  William  and  seating  himself  heavily 
on  a  frail  sofa  which  emitted  a  squeak. 

The  watch  mender,"  William  related, 
"pawned  all  the  watches  and  disappeared.  I 
couldn't  let  Laura  go  to  the  Bowery  so 
I  " 

"Thanks.  What  do  I  owe  you?" 

"Eighteen  dollars.  Laura  showed  me  your 
wire,  Mr.  Rand,  and  I'm  glad  you  feel  she's  a 
little  young  to  be  on  her  own.  I  have  a  mar- 
ried sister  who  lives  in  town — she  could  stay 
with  them  while  I'm  in  China." 

"I  will  make  suitable  arrangements  for 
Laura,"  Mr.  Rand  stated,  handing  William 
some  bills.  "Why  are  you  going  to  China?" 

"I'm  a  newspaperman.  I  " 

"A  newspaperman,  eh?  Do  you  know  a 
blackguard  named  William  Crowell  who  has 
been  persecuting  my  daughter?" 

"You  can't  believe  everything  you  read  in 
the  papers,"  William  said  feebly. 

"No  doubt  you  speak  with  knowledge  of 
your  own  profession,"  Mr.  Rand  acknowl- 
edged moodily.  "After  reading  the  paper  at 
lunch,  I  caught  the  train  to  New  York  for 
the  express  purpose  of  teaching  Crowell  a 
lesson.  He's  not  at  his  office  or  at  home. 
Know  anything  about  him?" 

Fortunately,  the  telephone  rang.  From 
Mr.  Rand's  side  of  the  conversation  William 
gathered  thataHolly  wood  representative  had 
had  the  effrontery  to  offer  Laura  a  contract. 
Her  father  repaid  this  insult  with  threats  and 
contumely. 

"Result  of  the  cheap  publicity  she's  been 
subjected  to  by  Crowell,"  he  fumed. 

"It's  not  entirely  Crowell's  fault,"  Wil- 
liam said  pacifically.  "Certain  people  attract 
publicity  the  way  others  attract  mosquitoes. 
You're  the  colorful  type  yourself,  sir.  I  had 
occasion  to  look  through  your  file  recently. 
The  time  you  broke  up  the  debutante  party 
and  all  drove  to  Lake  Placid  in  your  evening 
clothes  must  have  been  fun." 

"We  went  to  ski,"  Mr.  Rand  said  a  touch 
defensively.  "Young  people  had  wholesome 
interests  in  those  days.  I'm  going  to  persuade 
Laura  to  come  home.  She  can  join  the  girls' 
hockey  team,  and  there's  beagling  on  Sun- 
days. Healthy  outdoor  life.  She'll  meet  the 
right  sort  of  young  men." 

"Sounds  splendid,"  William  said  apathet- 
ically, "but  I  doubt  if  it  will  work.  Laura's 
like  you— lots  of  personality  and  ability. 
Not  the  sort  you  can  bury.  With  someone  to 
guide  her  career  she'll  go  far  and  we'll  all  be 
proud  of  her.  I'd  like  to  be  of  assistance.  The 
fact  is,  I  " 

"I  don't  require  assistance,"  Mr.  Rand 
said  curtly. 

The  door  opened  and  Laura  entered  with 
an  attractive-looking  woman  who  in  features, 
if  not  in  coloring,  resembled  her.  They  were 
carrying  hatboxes  and  they  wore  the  con- 
tented expression  of  women  who  have  had  a 
heart-to-heart  talk  while  trying  on  hats. 

"Mother,  this  is  William,"  Laura  said, 
looking  somewhat  taken  aback.  "  I  have  won- 
derful news,  William.  Because  of  that  good 
notice  of  my  performance,  the  Meltons  are 
going  to  rehearse  me  in  the  part  of  the  girl 
who  plays  Dolly.  She's  leaving  in  a  few 

weeks  " 

(Continued  on  Page  115) 


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(Continued  from  Page  113) 
>vie  tout  called  you,"  Mr.  Rand  in- 
upjj  emotionally.  "He  offered  you  five 
ass!  a  wee^  f°r  seven  years  or  some- 
ig«  jally  nonsensical.  I  settled  his  hash." 
aul  grew  tense.  "You  have  no  right  to 
rfe  with  my  career.  I'll  go  to  Holly- 
d  [  want  to.  I'm  of  age  and  you  can't 

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Nc ,  Laura  "  her  mother  said. 

En  not  permit  you  to  go  to  Hollywood 
H's  final!"  Mr.  Rand  bellowed. 
\\  a  right  to  live  my  own  life,"  Laura 
1 1  equal  feeling  but  less  volume.  "I've 
Itejiard,  and  if  I'm  getting  a  little  recog- 

»|)u  ought  to  be  glad  instead  of  " 

jMt  down,  Laura,"  William  said  au- 
&ely.  "Your  father  is  absolutely  right, 
fvjdone  nothing  much  so  far  but  get 
j  ipie  in  gossip  columns.  If  you  go  to 
Wod  on  that  basis  you'll  get  the  usual 
lilnd.  The  Meltons  are  giving  you  a 
Efet  a  real  part — you  can't  afford  to 
Htjp.  You'll  make  a  better  deal  with  the 
Hvhen  you  have  something  to  offer." 
|  Jess  maybe  that's  true,"  Laura  said 
^ifully.  Her  father  looked  stunned.  "A 
a|e  wanted  pictures  of  me,"  she  con- 
■qrfor  a  feature  called  Feud  of  the 
kj  turned  it  down." 
Him  nodded  approvingly.  "That's  a 
Ifl.  Promise,  while  I'm  away,  no  pub- 
f  liless  it's  for  your  own  show.  Better 
fcalay  from  night  clubs  too." 


"Okay,"  she  agreed. 

Mr.  Rand  looked  awed. 

"William,  do  you  know  an  interesting 
place  where  we  could  all  have  dinner?" 
Mrs.  Rand  asked. 

"  Let  me  take  you  to  the  University  Club," 
he  suggested. 

"The  food  there  is  very  good,"  she  said 
politely,  "but  Laura  and  I  have  new  hats — I 
thought  someplace  a  little  gayer  " 

"He  doesn't  want  me  to  be  seen,"  Laura 
explained. 

Mr.  Rand  said  genially,  "It's  my  party, 
Mr.— er  " 

"Crowell,  sir,"  William  said  bravely. 

"  What!"  Mr.  Rand  rose,  slowly  and  men- 
acingly. 

"I  got  Laura  into  the  papers,"  William 
admitted,  "but  by  the  same  token,  I  can 
keep  her  out — except  for  creditable  items.  I 
have  her  interests  at  heart,  Mr.  Rand." 

"  If  anything  happened  to  William  I  might 
do  all  sorts  of  foolish  things,"  Laura  warned. 

"He's  given  her  very  good  advice,"  Mrs. 
Rand  chimed  in.  "Let's  have  dinner  at  the 
Stork  Club,  Cyrus.  They  always  take  your 
picture  there." 

"  If  we  go  anywhere,"  Mr.  Rand  said,  look- 
ing tormented,  "we'll  go  to  the  University 
Club." 

"You  can  take  mother  to  the  Stork  after 
the  theater,"  Laura  suggested.  "William  and 
I  will  go  someplace  where  it's  quiet.  It's  his 
last  night." 


HOW  I  MET  MY  HUSBAND 

(Continued  from  Page  70) 


fckame  an  ardent  basketball  rooter. 
It  formal  date  came  at  Christmas.  I 
■aggressive,  but  did  manage  to  be  at 
IJt  place  at  the  right  time.  He  was  a 
■ker,  I  became  a  good  listener,  and  by 
Kve  were  engaged." 

-Mrs.  Clifford  R.  Adams. 

lias  slated  for  an  appearance  on  a 
Ifcuild  radio  show  produced  by  Tom 
saWhom  I'd  never  met.  Soon  after  I'd 
b|d  the  script,  the  phone  rang. 
Mss  Young?  Tom  Lewis,'  said  a  nice 
8  j  very  nice  voice.  '  Rehearsal  is  Sun- 
ableven.' 

I,  Mr.  Lewis,'  I  replied.  T  go  to  church 
lis  at  eleven.' 

r  re  was  a  pause.  'I'll  go  to  church  with 
1 I:  said.  'That  is,  may  I?' 
ill  had  many  dates  after  that,  but  it 
rjuntil  I'd  driven  like  mad  for  three 
sfS  a  late  New  Year's  ^^^^^^^^ 
ri'ty  at  Lake  Arrow- 
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finitely  the  man  for 
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your  way.  —IRISH  PROVERB. 


[  /as  such  a  quiet, 
j|  girl,  and  so  intent  on  my  own  pro- 
|e  career  as  an  artist,  that  I  paid  little 
>n  in  art  school  when  I  was  introduced 
How  student  named  Al  Parker.  For 
ears  we  worked  side  by  side,  giving 
ther  advice,  discussing  our  favorite 
having  lunch  or  a  Coke  with  a  gang 
chool — but  never  really  'together.' 
ght  I  put  on  make-up  for  the  first 
i  d  the  trick.  It  was  the  first  of  many 
s  ny  first  date  with  Al,  my  first  evening 
pf  garden,  and — eventually — my  first 
last)  husband.  The  make-up  did  it, 
re,  for  Al  never  had  singled  me  out 
—Mrs.  Al  Parker. 

I  /as  in  Berlin  trying  out  for  a  singing 
mcing  role  in  a  new  ballet-pantomime 
:i  Magic  Night.  During  the  audition  I 
4y  noticed  a  small,  dark-haired  man  sit- 
the  piano,  and  was  told  he  was  an  un- 
it young  composer,  Kurt  Weill,  who  had 
-he  ballet  music.  I  didn't  get  the  part 
I'got  the  young  composer.  But  he  didn't 
'me.  A  year  later,  my  host,  the  German 
Tight,  Georg  Kaiser,  asked  me  to  take 
tat  across  the  lake  to  pick  up  a  young 
-—who  turned  out  to  be  Kurt  Weill, 
'rst  thing  Kurt  said  was,  '  Didn't  you 


audition  for  Magic  Night  last  year? '  By  the 
time  we  reached  the  house,  Kurt  had  lost  his 
glasses  in  the  lake.  Our  story  is:  accident. 
But  some  of  our  friends  don't  believe  us." 

—Mrs.  Kurt  Weill. 

"Gene  and  I  first  met  on  a  doorstep  at 
Roszika  Dolly's  house,  where  we  had  been  in- 
vited to  a  dinner  party.  I  had  just  pushed 
the  bell  button  when  Gene  came  along.  He 
promptly  rang  the  bell  again.  'I'm  Gene  Ray- 
mond,'he  said.  'I'm  Jeanette  MacDonald,' 
I  replied — a  most  uninspired  introduction. 
Just  then  our  hostess  opened  the  door  and 
said,  'How  nice  of  you  to  come  together.' 
And  the  next  day  the  gossip  columns  called 
us  'a  new  twosome.'  A  week  later  the  same 
thing  happened  at  another  party.  When  our 
hostess  remarked,  'I  didn't  know  you  two 
knew  each  other,'  Gene  grinned  at  me.  It  was 
getting  to  be  a  comedy  routine.  Later  in  the 
week  we  met  practically 
head  on  when  we  were  both 
trying  to  crash  a  preview 
of  Les  Miserables.  We  sat 
together,  and  during  the 
movie  Gene  whispered  to 
—WW  me  that  'It  wouldn't  be 
right  to  make  liars  of  the 
columnists,  would  it?'  'Definitely  not,'  I  re- 
plied. From  then  on  we  really  were  a  two- 
some." —Jeanette  MacDonald. 

"Fried  bananas  at  7:30  in  the  morning. 
What  has  this  to  do  with  romance?  Every- 
thing. In  1936  I  was  living  in  a  Greenwich 
Village  boardinghouse,  eking  out  a  meager 
existence  on  $23  a  week.  Each  morning  the 
technocrat  across  the  way  would  knock  on 
each  door  crying  gaily,  'Want  some  fried 
bananas?'  Not  me.  I'm  the  shredded-wheat 
type.  But  I  welcomed  the  knock.  I  had  no 
alarm  clock.  Then  one  day  the  technocrat 
disappeared,  and  with  him  my  system  for 
waking  up  mornings.  I  took  a  survey  of  the 
other  boarders,  finally  picked  a  quiet  little 
fellow  who  looked  as  if  he  owned  an  alarm 
clock. 

"'Sure,'  he  said,  'but  I'm  a  newspaper- 
man. I  leave  for  work  at  four  in  the  morning.' 

"We  worked  out  a  deal  whereby  each  morn- 
ing he  left  his  alarm  clock  in  front  of  my  door, 
set  for  7:30.  Each  night  I'd  wake  him  from 
his  afternoon  nap  when  I  came  home  at  six. 
He  was  cute.  I  liked  waking  him  up.  Thirteen 
years  later,  I  still  do." 

—Mrs.  Earl  Wilson 
THE  END 


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ripping  and  snipping  and  all 
embroidery  work. 
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The  cook's  best  friend!  Wonderfully 
handy  for  preparing  fruits,  fish, 
meat.  Un-screws  bottle  tops,  removes 
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J.  WISS  &  SONS  CO.,  NEWARK  7,  N.  J. 

Manufacturers  of  Shears,  Scissors,  Pinking  Shears, 
Melal  Cutting  Snips  and  Garden  Shears. 


116 


New  apartment,  new  kitchen — 
made  more  convenient  with  extra  shelves 
to  fill  out  storage  and  more  attractive 
with  paint  and  paper. 


By  GLADYS  TABER 


P. 


Cherry-wood-topped  table  extends 
only  work  space  in  kitchen  and  does  double  duty 
as  breakfast  bar.  Shelves  above  are  wider  at 
the  top  where  they  are  out  of  the  way. 


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IN  pleasant  suburban  towns,  and  at  thee 
of  the  tall  cities,  the  new  freshly  min 
apartment  buildings  are  going  up.  Tl 
are  modern;  they  are  well  lighted;  I 
are  a  far  cry  from  the  flats  of  other  days. 

And  how  about  their  kitchens?  The  Joi 
NAL,  always  interested  in  adventures  in  1 
ing,  decided  to  do  a  little  visiting.  So  ma 
young  brides  learn  to  keep  bouse  in  one 
these  new  apartments  and  undertake  the  fi 
excitement  of  a  real  turkey  roasted  and  sen 
to  the  family.  Or  a  delicate  layer  rake  for 
evening  birthday  celebration  with  the  you 
crowd.  How  good  is  the  home  workshop? 

This  particular  apartment  building  was 
new  that  the  grounds  were  jusl  being  level 
off  and  shrubs  put  in  around  the  trim  Wti 
Painters  were  working  in  the  apartment 
tin:  bride  of  a  year  unpacked  her  still-brig 
wedding  presents  and  wondered  where  in  I 
world  to  put  the  mixer. 

Living  room,  bedroom,  baib  and  kitchi 


apartment  was 


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[Spring  reawakens  the  love  of  beauty  in  our  hearts  and  our 
everyday  living.  And,  the  beauty  of  each  day's  living  will  be 
enhanced  for  you  by  the  proud  possession  of  Wallace  Sterling 
. . .  the  most  sought-after  silver  in  America. 

That's  because  William  S.  Warren,  famous  designer  of  fine 
silver  patterns,  has  created  in  Wallace  the  only  sterling  with 
the  "Third  Dimension  Beauty"  of  sculpture  .  . .  beauty  in  front, 
beauty  in  profile,  beauty  in  back.  Before  you  select  your  silver, 
be  sure  to  see  the  five  "Third  Dimension  Beauty"  designs  in 
Wallace  Sterling.  Left  to  right:  Grande  Baroque,  Sir  Christo- 
pher, Grand  Colonial,  Stradivari,  Rose  Point.  Six-piece  place 
settings  from  $27  to  $35,  according  to  pattern. 


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FROM  50  YEARS  OF  LEADERSHIP  COM 

NEW  EASY-ACTION  COVER!  So  simple  to  L 
you  won't  believe  it !  Cover  goes  or# 
off  in  a  twinkli 

NEW  CAM-LOCK  HANDLE!  Positive  action  el 
time  with  a  sure  seal.  The  cover  can'tf 
lifted  off  while  any  pressure  remaj 

LIGHTNESS  YOU'LL  LOVE!  Wear-Ever's 
hard,  strong  aluminum,  formed  in  gi 

presses,  gives  new  lightness,  new  eas< 
handling.  The  same  quality  that  has  m; 
Wear-Ever  utensils  last  for  generatic 


SO  EASY  TO  USE.  The  right  temperature  is  maintained  apomatically. 
All  foods  cook  at  same  pressure.  The  control  is  unbreakable. 
There  are  no  moving  parts. 

AMAZING  RESILIO  SEAL.  BRAND  NEW,  and  only  Wear-Ever  has  it.  Easiest  ever 
devised  for  cleanliness  and  for  simplest  replacement  if  ever  necessary. 
SAVES  TIME,  FLAVOR,  MONEY.  Whether  you  use  gas,  oil,  coal,  wood  or 
electricity,  cooking  hours  are  cut  to  minutes.  Vegetables  retain  their 
garden  fresh  color  and  flavor.  Even  a  tough  old  rooster  succumbs  to 
deliciousness.  Free  instruction  and  recipe  book  with  each  cooker. 
See  also  the  big  7-qt.  size  for  double-size  families  and  foolproof  canning  at  its 
50th  Anniversary  special  price  of  $14.95.  (Was  $16.95) 

Pr/cei  tlighity  higher  in  the  V/ett. 

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MDard  space  increased  with  hanging 
fibs  for  cups  and  spices,  and  dish  files. 

,    (Continual  from  Page  116) 
m\g.  Outside  the  windows,  the  woods 
sj/eet  with  early  spring,  for  the  build- 
s-looked the  grounds  of  an  old  estate, 
llxhen  was  good-sized  for  an  apart- 
•peing  nearly  seven  by  nine  feet,  and 
m  a  spanking-new  gas  range  with  a 
p.  iture-controlled  oven,  a  cabinet  sink 
sliding  drainboard  over  the  laun- 
|),  and  a  new  electric  refrigerator, 
/ere  wood  cabinets  hanging  high  over 
■c  and  refrigerator,  and  there  was  a 
closet,  and  one  cabinet  with  a  tan- 
small  work  space  on  the  top. 
ioor  was  covered  with  deep-red  mot- 
loleum — and  the  footprints  of  the 
The  rest  of  the  room  was  covered 
lite  paint — the  quick-and-easy  kind. 
2  was  a  double  problem  for  the  bride, 
i  her  tall,  handsome  husband  might 
re  for  several  years,  or  they  might 
/ithin  a  year  or  two.  Therefore,  they 
most  of  the  improvements  they  made 
stable.  Secondly,  they  could  not  ma- 
change  the  setup,  for  even  the  best  of 
ds  is  allergic  to  much  change, 
solution  was  to  provide  as  much  stor- 
work  area  as  possible,  beginning  with 
m  as  it  was.  And  not  to  spend  more 
reasonable  budget  on  anything  which 
lot  be  permanent. 

of  all,  a  narrow  table  was  planned  for 
nk  wall  opposite  the  range  and  refrig- 
The  wood  top  was  treated  with  boiled 
oil  so  it  would  do  double  duty  as  a 
)  work  as  well  as  a  substantial  break- 
inter.  Both  the  bride  and  her  husband 
ptionally  tall,  so  they  wanted  the  ta- 
be  counter  height.  A  pair  of  sturdy 
it  underneath  and  can  be  pulled  out 
ng.  And  the  stools  have  washable  cov- 
this  time  of  a  coated  glass  fabric)  and 
out  rungs  on  which  to  hook  young 
i  the  couple  sit  down  to  their  scram- 
gs  in  the  morning.  At  the  last  report, 
ung  housewife  had  discovered  the 
rere  also  the  perfect  height  to  use  with 
.ling  board.  With  a  table  of  this  height, 
aras  room  enough  under  the  top  for 
s  to  hold  linen  and  silver,  as  well  as  an 
ot  for  trays,  without  bumping  knees, 
f  all,  this  table,  with  its  solid  cherry 
removable,  and  wherever  they  go,  it 
with  them.  Placed  where  the  sunlight 
through  the  window,  this  is  a  happy 

0  start  the  day. 

ve  the  table,  the  empty  wall  was  made 
by  shelves  for  dishes  and  electrical  ap- 
s,  and  the  interesting  thing  about 
helves  is  that  they  are  graduated  in 
ith  the  widest  at  the  top.  This  gives 
torage  space  and  still  keeps  the  little 
n  from  looking  boxed  in. 
ood  strip  continued  the  line  of  shelves 
ovides  for  measuring  cups  and  spoons. 

kitchen  utensils  are  so  decorative, 
3w  nice  to  have  them  within  reach ! 
e  shelves  filled  the  wall  space  over  the 
and  under  the  cabinet  above  the  sink, 
were  also  graduated  in  size  with  the 
at  the  top.  All  the  shelves  were  linoleum 

1  and  removable  so  they  could  be  used 
Isometime.  Tall  people  have  long  reaches. 


so  the  whole  storage  setup  was  higher  than  | 
for  shorter  folks. 

A  small  space  in  the  end  wall  by  the  range 
was  deftly  filled  with  a  wood  panel  which  has 
a  narrow  shelf  for  spices  and  herbs  and  a  rack 
for  cutlery  below.  This  is  an  added  touch 
that  makes  cooking  a  joy  instead  of  a  chore. 

The  cabinets  were  new.  of  course,  but  typi- 
cal of  such  kitchens.  They  really  didn't  hold 
much.  So  the  cabinet  space  was  doubled  with 
racks  suspended  between  the  wide  shelves, 
thus  using  every  inch  of  space  for  storage. 
Racks  on  cabinet  doors  took  care  of  pan  cov- 
ers, cleansers,  soaps,  basic  food  supplies.  A 
garbage  pail  with  a  pop-up  lid  was  fitted  on 
the  sink -cabinet  door. 

Now  all  the  lovely  wedding  china,  the 
toasters  and  casseroles,  the  gay  pottery  dishes 
are  comfortably  housed  instead  of  being  kept 
in  a  hall  closet  and  hauled  out  when  needed. 

The  inadequate  center  lighting  was  im- 
proved by  the  addition  of  fluorescent  units 
plugged  into  existing  outlets  under  the  wall 
cabinets,  where  they  will  illuminate  the  work- 
ing areas  and  not  glare  in  the  eyes  of  the 
young  housewife  as  she  mixes  the  salad  for 
supper. 

When  the  color  for  this  young  kitchen  was 
considered,  the  already-installed  linoleum 
had  to  set  the  key.  To  tone  in  with  this,  the 
table  tops  and  wood  panel  were  made  of 
cherry  with  a  warm  reddish  glow.  The  ceiling 
and  end  wall  were  papered  in  a  gay  and 
lively  paper  in  soft  cherry  and  green.  The 
woodwork  and  new  shelves  were  painted  a 
lovely  lime  green. 

A  split-bamboo  shade  hangs  at  the  win- 
dow, giving  perfect  light  control  and  yet  add- 
ing a  finishing  touch  to  the  window,  so  no 
other  curtains  were  needed. 

Now  the  kitchen  is  not  only  easy  to  work 
in,  but  has  a  homelike  atmosphere  and  has 
lost  the  regimented  look  that  is  discouraging 
to  young  brides.  This  particular  bride,  with 
her  beautiful  auburn  hair,  lovely  grave  eyes 


STUART-Sl  HPHPNSON 


Table  holds  makings  of  meal  and  snacks, 
trays  handy  for  serving  at  dining  table. 

and  a  quick  smile,  seems  to  have  just  the 
right  setting  in  the  color  and  individuality  of 
this  gay  young  kitchen.  And  best  of  all,  when 
they  move  into  the  house  they  someday  will 
own,  they  can  practically  pack  up  the  kitchen 
and  take  it  with  them ! 

HAVE  A  CUP  OF  GOOD  COFFEE 

Some  like  it  hot. 

Some  like  it  cold. 
But  none  like  it  in  the  pot 

Nine  days  old. 

Hot  coffee  is  what  we  want  till  the  dog 
days  are  on  us— hot,  sparkling,  clear,  full 
flavored,  to  round  out  a  good  meal  or  salvage 
a  mediocre  one.  A  coffee  maker  was  among 
the  wedding  presents  of  this  lucky  bride.  In 
the  Capsule  Kitchen  it  stands  on  a  shelf  near 
the  coffee  measures,  the  coffee  canister  and 
the  sink  where  it  can  be  filled  in  nothing  flat. 

Pol— Clean.  Don't  leave  traces  of  yester- 
day in  today's  fresh  coffee.  After  every  use, 
wash  your  coffee  maker  in  hot  suds,  except 
its  electrical  parts.  Use  a  brush  to  reach  the 
chinks  and  crannies.  Then  rinse  in  hot  water, 
dry,  and  leave  it  open  to  the  air.  A  teaspoon- 
ful  of  baking  soda  in  water,  boiled  up  as  if 
you  were  making  coffee,  will  take  away  that 
sad,  stale  smell  of  a  neglected  coffeepot. 
Cloth  filters  should  be  rinsed  after  using  and 
kept  covered  with  cold  water  between  times, 
(Continued  on  Page  121) 


•  Color  is  coming  into  your  kitchen,  as  surelv  as  two 
and  two  are  four.  The  warmth  and  hospitality  of  color 
have  too  long  been  lacking  in  the  one  room  that  is,  so 
truly,  the  heart  of  your  home. 

Today,  these  ten  decorator  tones  are  yours  to  choose 
from,  as  freely  as  you  may  choose  from  hall  a  hundred 
St.  Charles  convenience  units.  .  or  among  the  varied 
materials  and  blending  colors  that  St.  Charles  offers  in 
planning  your  exclusive,  one-piece  counter  top. 

Expect  these  refinements  only  from  St.  Charles,  because 
they  are  only  to  be  had  through  custom  building. 

SEND  FOR  THIS  COLORFUL  BOOKLET.  Your  Kitchen  and 
YOU" — includes  color  photographs  of  St  Charles 
Kitchens,  as  well  as  pictures  of  many  convenience  units 
and  special  accessories.  Tell  us  if  you  plan  to  build  or 
remodel  soon.  Enclose  10  cents  to  cover  mailing  and 
handling.  Address:  St.  Charles  Manufacturing  Co.,  1704 
Dean  Street,  St.  Charles,  Illinois. 


♦  Recommended  for  interior*  or  olher  occenli 


An  estimate  from  your  St.  Charles 
dealer  will  convince  you  that 
large  or  small,  plain  or  fancy, 
your  kitchen  con  have  St.  Charles 
color,  convenience  and  quality. 


THE  QUALITY  NAME  IN  KITCHENS 

.  .  .  custom  built  of  steel 


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LADIES'  HOME  JOUR3N  \l. 


March, 


rFTER  one  and  one-half  years'  research  on  what 
shoppers  need  in  a  coat,  the  U.  S.  Department  of  Agri- 
culture has  developed  a  design  for  a  rain-or-shine 
"Handi-Coat"  that's  a  veritable  bag-o'-tricks.  A  de- 
tachable visor  hood  replaces  your  hat  .  .  .  the  right 
pocket  has  a  pencil  handy  for  scribbling  on  a  memo  pad  tucked  into  a  hidden  slot  on  the 


AN  ADVERTISING; 

left  sleeve  .  .  .  and  a  collapsible  over-the-shouj 
grocery  box  totes  home  the  bacon !  Twenty  functi,| 
features  make  this  new  coat  ideal  for  shopping 
any  kind  of  weather  .  .  .  and  I  understand 
Woman's  Day  Magazine,  New  York,  has  introdj 
patterns  for  both  the  coat  and  accessories. 


IT'S  A  BIT  EARLY  for  planting. . .  but  just  the  same,  I'd  like  tb  plant  a  thought  under  your 
saucy  spring  hat  right  now.  If  you  want  something  new  and  different 
in  smoking  enjoyment,  make  a  "date"  with  a  CAVALIER  .  .  .  the  dis- 
tinctive new  King-Size  cigarette.  To  begin  with,  CAVALIERS  are 
mild  .  .  .  extremely  mild.  From  the  moment  you  light  up,  you'll  notice 
that  .  .  .  then  as  you  go  on  smoking  them,  your  taste  will  cheer  their 
mellow  flavor.  The  explanation  is  easy!  CAVALIERS  are  a  special 
and  exclusive  blend  of  traditionally  fine,  light,  Colonial  type  tobaccos.  This  makes  them 
naturally  milder  .  .  .  naturally  better  tasting.  I  know  you'll  enjoy  the  longer,  more 
leisurely  smoking  you  get  with  milder,  more  flavorful  CAVALIERS  ...  so  get  a  smart 
white  pack  today.  They're  priced  no  higher  than  other  popular  brands. 

YOUR  HAIR  IS  BEGGING  for  some  special  springtime  pampering  .  .  .  some  "magic"  touch 
to  make  it  prettier.  That's  why  I  want  to  remind  you  again  to  give 
.your  hair  an  after-shampoo  beauty  treatment  .  .  .  with  TONI 
Creme  Rinse.  It's  a  delightful-to-use,  delicately  fragrant  creme 
rinse  that  the  makers  of  famous  TONI  Home  Permanent  developed 
for  one  purpose  only  ...  to  enhance  the  beauty  of  your  hair.  And 
that's  exactly  what  TONI  Creme  Rinse  does  .  .  .  leaves  your  hair 
soft  and  smooth — an  "angel"  to  set  and  comb.  You'll  see  the  glisten- 
ing gleam  .  .  .feel  the  romantic  softness  .  .  .  and  breathe  the  lasting  freshness.  So  get  TONI 
Creme  Rinse  and  give  your  hair  this  luxurious  beauty  "treatment".  If  you  do,  I'll  wager 
you  this  .  .  .  use  it  just  once  and  you'll  want  to  use  it  regularly  .  .  .  after  every  sham- 
poo and  always  after  your  home  permanents.  P.  S.  For  the  wave  that  gives  that  natural 
look  be  sure  to  ask  for  TONI  Home  Permanent. 

YOU  OWE  IT  TO  YOUR  CHILDREN  to  help  them  grow  up  with  strong,  healthy  teeth  .  .  . 

so  start  them  off  early  in  life  with  IODENT  No.  1-plu's-A  Tooth- 
paste— made  by  a  DENTIST.  Why?  Because  it's  in  a  child's 
formative  years  that  decay-fighting  action  is  most  important 
.  .  .  and  IODENT  No.  1-plus-A  is  the  only  dentifrice  made  es- 
pecially for  the  "younger  set".  Contains  all  the  superior  bright- 
■jj  ening  qualities  of  the  Regular  IODENTS  .  .  .  plus  Ammonium 
Compounds,  which  fight  decay  through  their  killing  action  against 
germs  that  science  believes  cause  tooth  decay.  So  ask  today  for: 

IODENT  No.  1-plus-A  with  its  special  new  flavor  children  love  .  .  .  for  youngsters  and  others 
with  easy-to-bryten  teeth. 

IODENT  No.  2-plus-A  for  "smokers"  .  .  .  because  it  helps  "erase"  smoke  tar  deposits  from 
hard-to-bryten  teeth. 

The  cost  of  these  IODENT  "Plus-A"  Toothpastes?  No  more  than  the  Regular 
IODENTS.  They  offer  so  much  for  so  little.  Do  try  them. 

HOW  MANY  TIMES  have  you  said  this  .  .  .  "My  hair  is  so  dry,  brittle  and  unruly,  I  just 
can't  do  a  thing  with  it."  I  know  I  used  to  say  it  often  .  .  .  and  all  be- 
cause I  was  a  victim  of  drying  shampoos.  But  not  any  more  .  .  .  now  I 
use  new  KREML  Shampoo.  It  has  a  natural  oil  base  that  caresses  your 
hair  with  the  gentlest  touch,  leaving  it  softer  than  the  finest  silk  and  a 
perfect  angel  to  manage.  That  should  persuade  you  to  switch  to  new 
KREML  Shampoo,  too  . .  .  yet  there's  still  another  reason.  It  now  con- 
tains a  magical  new  ingredient  called  "Folisan"®  with  special  cleans- 
ing qualities  .  .  .  makes  your  hair  shine  with  natural  undreamed  of  luster,  and 
actually  sparkle  with  radiant  highlights.  I  could  go  on  and  on  telling  you  why  your  hair 
will  look  lovelier  after  using  new  KREML  Shampoo  .  .  .  butyour  actions  will  speak 
louder  than  my  words.  So  make  a  note  right  now  to  try  it  yourself .  .  .  then  sec  what  a 
glamorous  and  flattering  difference  it  makes. 

A  WIFE  WITH  CORNS  .  .  .  for  they're  ugly  and  quite  out  of  keeping 
with  feminine  charm.  You  don't  want  corns  because  they're  painful 
.  .  .  and  you  don't  have  to  have  them,  either.  Just  wrap  a  BLUE-JAY 
Corn  Plaster  'round  your  toe  the  minute  a  corn  appears  .  .  .  sec  how 
its  soft  Dura-Felt  pad  instantly  ends  "tormenting"  shoe  pressure.  Then 
pain-relieving  Nupcrrainc,  a  BLUE-JAY  "exclusive,"  quickly  soothes 
away  surface  pain  .  .  .  while  gentle  medication  loosens  the  corn's  hard 

—  core  .  .  .  and  in  just  a  few  days  you  just  lift  it  out.  When  your  corn  is 

on  your  little  toe.  use  Ul.l  E-JAY  Little  I  <><•  ( .01  n  Plasters  .  .  .  because  they  <  ontain  all 
of  regular  BLUE-JAY'S  features  .  .  .  but  are  especially  designed  to  fit  your  little  toe  and 
case  pain  of  corns  that  develop  there. 

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A  NEW  BROOM  SWEEPS  CLEAN  .  .  .  but 

none  half  so  clean  as  the  wonderful  new 
Modglin  PERMA-BROOM.  That's  why, 
in  little  more  than  a  year,  4  million  women 
have  already  discarded  their  obsolete,  old- 
fashioned  straw  brooms.. ,and  switched  to 
PERMA-BROOM.  The  magnetic  action 
of  its'  amazing  Electrene  Bristles  picks  up 
and  sweeps  away  every  trace  of  lint,  dirt,  dog 
hair's  and  dust.   Besides  sweeping  floors 
faster,    easier    and  better, 
Perma-Broom  sudses  clean 
and  bright  jiffy-quick: 
Just  swish  your  PERMA- 
BROOM  in  warm  •  water 
suds  and  shake.  Presto!  It's 
sparkling  clean  and  dry, 
with  its  color  as  fresh  as  new. 

When  you're  getting  a  new  Modglin 
PERMA-BROOM  (comes  in  a  rainbow 
of  gorgeous  colors!),  ask  for  Modglin 
WHISK-OFF,  too  .  .  .  because  it  cleans 
garments,  upholstery  and  draperies  so 
quickly  and  thoroughly  all  ordinary  whisk 
brooms  are  put  to  "shame".  Available  in 
3  handy  sizes  .  .  .  many  lovely  colors. 


YOU'LL  AGREE  WITH  ME  when  you've 
the  new,  more  colorful  1950  FRIGIDA 
Refrigerators  .  .  .  you  can't  matci 
FRIGIDAIRE!    So   hurry,  hu 
hurry    to  your 
FRIGIDAIRE 
Dealer's  for  your 
first  glimpse  at  the 
new    models  of 
America's  No.  1  Refrigerator,  man 
them  gleaming  with  lustrous  new 
Blue  trim !  You'll  find  a  new  FRIGIDA 
Refrigerator  to  fit  your  special  need 
actly  .  .  .  for  there  are  many  new,  difft 
models — in  3  types,  4  series — each 
simply  packed  with  grand  features!  Fc 
stance,  there  are  new  adjustable  and 
ing  aluminum  shelves — extra-deep  pc 
lain  Hydrators  that  can  be  stacked  if 
wish — last-word   styling    by  Raym 
Loewy — and  Double-Easy  Quickubc 
Trays !  But  don't  take  my  word  for  it  L 
see  all  that's  new  at  your  FRIGIDAI  , 
Dealer's — see  why  you  can't  match 
FRIGIDAIRE!  Be 
Dealer  real  soon! 


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SPEAKING  OF  REWARDS  .  .  so 

many  people  are  being  helped  to 
life's  best  rewards  .  .  .  Health  and 
Happiness/  How?  By  a  simple 
switch  from  coffee  or  tea  to 
INSTANT  POSTUM  ...  For 
example,  Mr.  Michael  Redman 
of  Portland,  Oregon,  writes: 
"Since  switching  to  POSTUM,  my  nerv- 
ousness and  sleeplessness  have  stopped. 
All  my  friends  say,  my  whole  appearance 
has  changed  for  the  better !"  You  see,  while 
many  people  can  drink  coffee  or  tea  with- 
out ill-effect — others,  caffein-susceptibles, 

IT'S  NEW!  IT'S  WONDERFUL!  And  it's  here... 
the  brand-new,  1950  GENERAL 
ELECTRIC  Triple-whip  Mixer.  Words 
just  can't  describe  it .  .  .  for  it  has  so  many 
marvelous  features  that  even  the  old  G-E 
Triple-whip  Mixer  "pales"  in  comparison. 
I  particularly  like  the  completely  new 
Juicer  that  automatically  strains  the  juice 
out  of  the  pulp  .  .  .  and  never  lets  it  clog. 
But  I'm  just  as  enthusiastic  about  the  new 
Speed  Selector  with  1 2  speeds  to  choose 
from  and  lots  of  constant  power  in  each. 
With  no  center  shaft  to 
get  in  your  way,  the  3 
beaters  are  easy  to  clean, 
too  .  .  .  yet  they  do 
better  beating  "job" 
than  any  other  mixer 
I've  ever  used.  I  could 
go  on  and  on  in  my  en- 
thusiasm   about    the    new  GENERAL 

ELECTRIC  Triple-whip  Mixer  .  .  .  but 

see  it  for  yourself.  Just  turn  lopagc  219  ..  . 
let  your  own  eyes  tell  you  why  no  other 
mixer  can  hold  a  "caudle"  to  this  grace- 
ful, streamlined  beauty.  Just  ask  your 
G.  E.  or  Appli  e  Dealer. 


just  can't  handle  the  caffei 
these    beverages.    They  8d| 
"coffee  nerves",  indigestij 
sleepless  nights.  Take  my  adil 
.  .  .  drink  POSTUM  for  30 d|| 
.  .  .  see  if  you  don't  feel  ben  fjj 
sleep  better,  look  better/  And  hi  ^ 
timely   news   for   the  budi 
minded:  POSTUM  costs  you  less  than/W  " 
as  much  per  cup  as  coffee  and  most  Otl^ 
mealtime  drinks !  So  for  Health,  Happini 
and  Real  Savings — switch  to  vigorous,  jr.  J 
rich-flavor  INSTANT  POSTUM  today  i 
made  instantly  right  in  the  cup! 


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I'VE  FOUND  ANOTHER  NEW  WAY  to  sh 

ping  satisfaction  .  .  .  for  now  I  always! 
for  self-service  fruits  and  vegetables  \ 
packaged  in  DU  PONT  CELLOPHAf 
This  saves  me  time,  money, 
work  and  worry  .  .  .  for  I 
don't  have  to  wait  for  a 
clerk  or  have  my  purchases 
weighed  and  wrapped.  The 
label  tells  me  the  quantity . 
weight  and  price  .  .  .  while  ^ 
the  sturdy,  transparent  CELLOPHAI 
package  shows  me  what  I'm  buying 
know,  too,  that  it  not  only  provides  a  pi 
tective  shield  against  dirt,  dust  and  0 
lamination  by  handling,  but  also  acts ' 
a  "humidor"  .  .  .  guarding  the  produjl 
against  drying  out  both  in  the  store  aH 
at  home,  and  sealing  in  vitamins  a 
food   value  as  well.   And   here's  nil 
CELLOPHANE   saves   me   work  a 
money  .  .  •  many  pre-wrapped  vegetabl 
like  spinach,  come  washed,  cleaned  a 
trimmed,  ready   to  drop  into  the  p 
There's  no  waste  .  .  .  and  you  get  IW 
eatable  food  for  your  money.  So  why 
help  yourself  to  better  shopping? 


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£%\  LENTEN  POINTER  for  Y-O-U  .  .  .  your  best  bet  for  an  economical 
protein  main  dish  comes  out  of  a  salmon  can !  But  to 
be  sure  you're  serving  a  -delicious  taste-treat,  too,  use 
DEMING's  Salmon  .  .  .  for  it's  been  famous  for  years, 
^  not  only  for  quality,  but  for  "firsts"  in  the  salmon  can- 
ning  field.  For  instance,  DEMING's  introduced  the 
m.  (  fiiih\  "Iron  Chink"  (which  revolutionized  the  industry  with 
j>3»L  production  line  methods  years  ago)  and  the  vacuum 
pack  .  .  .  then  recently,  they  made  the  startling  inno- 
nnj'f  salmon  without  skin  or  backbone.  So,  if  you  want  a  real  salmon 
H  at  its  flavorful,  firm-textured  best,  ask  for  DEMING's  Sirloin 
id  that  old  favorite,  Alaska  Red  Sockeye).  You'll  like  DEMING's 
ipl'Pink  Salmon,  too,  in  the  regular  pack,  with  its  delicate  flavor  that's 
dfljul  in  salmon  loaf  and  other  favorite  recipes. 


ETl  BRIGHT  IDEA  for  a  bright  and  cheery  morning 

■  Y'S  Tomato  Juice  for  every  member  of  the 
Kit  breakfast.  But  be  sure  it's  LIBBY'S  you  ^ 


.  .  a  ruby  red  glass 


H  know  how  good  tomato  juice  can  be.  One 
:  (  LIBBY'S  rich,  bright  tomato  goodness  will 
4t;  you  it's  too  good  for  just  breakfast  ...  so 

Hant  to  serve  it  at  luncheon,  dinner  and  snack-time,  too.  Like  this: 

I  chill  in  refrigerator  thoroughly.  Pour  into  tall  glasses  and  garnish  with  a 
Hn  slice  of  lemon. 

Ijheat  (but  don't  boil !)  over  low  fire.  Top  with  a  swirl  of  whipped  cream, 
it  ed  with  bits  of  chopped  parsley. 

Kcold,  LIBBY'S  Tomato  Juice  is  a  treat  to  your  taste  and  a  toast  to 
■alth  ...  for  it's  twice  rich  .  .  .  rich  in  luscious  sun-ripe  tomato  flavor 
Hi  in  important  Vitamins,  too!  Do  try  it  .  .  .  often/ 

m  ALL  COOKS.  Even  a  "new-comer"  to  the  kitchen  can  bake  prize- 
winning  Devil's  Food  Cakes.  How?  It's  easy  .  .  .  when 
you  use  DUFF'S  DEVIL'S  FOOD  MIX.  There's  noth- 
ing to  add  but  water  .  .  .  for  everything's  in  it,  even  eggs 
and  milk.  All  the  measuring  and  sifting  is  done  for 
you.  So  in  just  5}^  minutes  from  the  time  you  open 
the  package,  your  cake's  in  the  oven.  And  when  you 
take  it  out,  you  have  a  Devil's  Food  Cake  that's  a  real 
prize-winner  .  .  .  evener  in  texture,  more  tender  and 
velvety  than  any  time-taking  home  recipe  you  ever 
used.  Your  DUFF'S  DEVIL'S  FOOD  CAKE  is  richer 
luscious  chocolate  color  and  mouth-melting  flavor,  too  ...  as  well  as 
moister  and  richer-crusted.  Try  it  soon... and  for  other  prize  winners 
F'S  WHITE  CAKE  MIX  and  DUFF'S  SPICE  CAKE  MIX,  too. 


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G  IS  SUCH  SWEET  PLEASURE .  .  .especially  when TRISCUIT  Wafers  are 
111".  And  they  always  are1  when  the  best 
■jet  together  ...  for  they're  all  alike  in  liking 
I  inctive  biscuit.  But  that's  only  natural  . . . 
I:  TRISCUIT  Wafers  are  made  purely  for 
iiting  pleasure  by  National  Biscuit  Com- 
1.  .  from  hearty,  tangy  whole  wheat,  salted 
r  it . . .  then  golden-toasted  to  crisp,  crunchy  perfection.  That's  why  I've 
leen  it  fail  .  .  .  TRISCUIT  Wafers  are  so  popular  that  almost  every- 
Ilse  you  serve  becomes  a  "wallflower".  So  put  them  down  as  guest- 
Rr  at  your  next  party  ...  let  'em  come  alone  or  as  "escorts"  for 
iMeats,  Canapes,  Spreads,  Cheese,  Appetizers,  Soups,  Salads,  Drinks, 
iey'll  be  just  as  popular  and  welcome  at  family  meals  and  'tween- 
iacks.  Try  them  .  .  .  made  only  by  NABISCO. 

'  BRIEF  ABOUT  BREAKFAST  . . .  if  you  want  your  family  to  feel  "tip-top," 
serve  them  prunes  every  morning.  And, 
of  course,  when  I  say  "prunes",  I  mean 
SUNSWEET  "Tenderized"  Prunes  ...  for 
they're  extra  plump,  tender  and  delicious.  Why? 
Because  these  health  "nuggets"  are  fully  tree- 
ripened  by  California's  glorious  sun  .  .  .  which 
liem  a  rich, sunny  sweetness  and"fruity"  flavor  that  you  don't  find  in  any 
prunes  grown  any  other  place.  They're  a  "toast"  to  your  health  as  well 
pur  taste,  too  .  .  .  so  ask  your  Grocer  for  SUNSWEET  "Tenderized" 
;  today  and  serve  them  daily.  In  no  time  at  all  you'll  discover  how 
fc  is  to  feel  good  .  .  .  and  will  sing  your  way  through  the  day  like  this: 
seven  prunes  a  day  are  good  for  me  in  every  way. 
lie  extra  pep  and  zest,  keep  me  feeling  at  my  best. 

r  prunes  that  are  'specially  grand  none  can  compare  with  SUNSWEET  brand. 


(Continued  from  Page  119) 
glass  filters  washed  with  the  pot.  and  paper 
filters  thrown  away. 

Pot  Size — Proportionate.  If  you  make  a 
little  coffee  in  a  large  pot,  the  grounds  will 
spread  so  thin  that  the  water  will  run 
through  too  fast.  Result:  a  tea-colored  drink. 
If  you  make  too  much  coffee  in  any  pot,  the 
grounds  won't  have  room  to  swell  as  they 
are  moistened.  Result:  insipid  flavor.  A  six- 
cup  pot  is  a  six-cup  pot,  no  more  and  no  less. 

Coffee  Condition — Fresh.  Coffee,  ground 
to  order,  or  packed  in  vacuum  cans,  is  fresh 
when  you  get  it.  A  week  of  exposure  to  the 
warmth  of  your  kitchen  is  enough  to  turn  it 
stale.  Keeping  it  in  the  refrigerator  will  help, 
since  staleness  comes  of  rancidity  in  the  oil. 
The  freshest  coffee  is  that  you  grind  your- 
self in  an  electric  coffee  mill.  Grind  the  whole 
beans  a  few  minutes  before  they  go  into  the 
pot— regular  grind  for  a  percolator,  finer 
grind  for  the  drip  or  vacuum  type. 

Measurements — Accurate.  Strong  or  weak 
is  a  question  automatically  answered  to  your 


taste  by  many  of  the  new  coffee  makers. 
These  are  marked  to  guide  you  in  propor- 
tioning the  coffee  to  the  water.  Even  without 
them,  though,  it's  easy  to  use  a  small  meas- 
uring cup  for  a  coffee  scoop  and  a  two-cup 
measure  for  pouring  in  the  water.  If  you 
need  boiling  water,  you  can  measure  it  more 
accurately  before  it's  heated.  Water  straight 
from  the  faucet  makes  coffee  with  more 
sparkle  than  water  that  has  been  standing 
awhile. 

Temperature — Any  thing  but  Lukeu-arrn . 

Ascold  ascharity  ,as  hot  as  blazes—  this  makes 
a  good  coffee  drink  at  any  season  of  the 
year.  But  on  none  of  the  365  days  does  luke- 
warm coffee  go  down  with  anybody.  Re- 
heated coffee  is  not  much  better.  Coffee  kept 
hot  but  allowed  to  boil  is  even  worse.  An 
automatic  coffee  maker  which  maintains 
exactly  the  right  temperature  is  the  ideal  so- 
lution to  this  important  problem.  But  there 
are  candle  warmers  for  other  kinds  of  pots. 
There  are  new  ranges  that  have  low  heat 
adjustments.  And  lacking  these,  you  can  al- 
ways leave  the  pot  in  a  pan  of  hot  water  over 
the  burner. 


MEN  ARE  BETTER  THAN  WOMEN 

(Continued  from  Page  58) 


she  went  on  heatedly,  "He  says  that  if  the 
individual  is  merely  a  means  to  serve  the 
nation,  then  we  get  communism — and  a 
totalitarian  government!  Honestly,  Mr. 
Stewart,  why  do  people  seem  to  think  that 
communism  is  always  so  terrible?" 

"Because  it  is."  Bill  was  quite  calm. 

Livy  leaned  forward  and  began  to  talk 
earnestly.  Candy  glanced  from  one  vivid 
dark  face  to  the  other.  She  was  never  entirely 
sure  what  Bill  and  young  Livy  were  arguing 
about ;  the  important  point  was  that  Bill  en- 
joyed the  fine  machinery  of  Livy's  mind, 
even  though  he  totally  disagreed  with  its 
products.  And  Livy  did  seem  to  be  terribly 
well  informed. 

Candy  went  back  to  mending.  Of  course, 
Livy  should  be  well  informed.  As  the  daugh- 
ter of  the  famous  Olivia  Satterbury,  Livy 
had  been  brought  up  in  the  rarefied  atmos- 
phere of  Washington  at  its  closest,  its  clever- 
est, its  most  influential.  At  Olivia  Satter- 
bury's.  guests  were  always  what  her  own 
newspapers  described  as  "notables."  . . .  But 
all  this  tightly  packed  knowledge  of  Livy's — 
could  it  be,  Candy  won-  ^^^^^^^^ 
dered  fuzzily,  at  the  root  of 
her  unhappiness?  Or  was 
that  merely  Victorian  and 
sentimental? 

The  screen  door  slammed 
likeapistol  shot  and  Candy  ■■■■■■■ 
looked  up  at  her  younger 
brother.  It  was  still— to  her— a  mildly  shock- 
ing sight.  When  Johnny  Goodwin  had  left  his 
family  he  had  been  a  cloudy,  amiable,  loose- 
jointed  youth;  due  to  the  attentions  of  the 
American  Army,  he  had  returned  to  them  a 
competent  giant  who  filled  doorways  and 
could  fix  anything. 

"Hi,"  said  Johnny. 

On  his  first  night  in  civilian  life,  Johnny 
had  met,  simultaneously,  an  excellent  job 
and  a  blonde  named  Evie  Adriance.  The  job 
started  on  August  first;  Evie  started  at  once. 
And,  since  the  Adriances  spent  their  sum- 
mers at  Peddler's  Cove,  Johnny  had  not  un- 
naturally decided  that  the  bracing  air  of  the 
Maine  seacoast  was  precisely  what  his  con- 
stitution demanded. 

"What's  all  the  argument  about?" 

Livy  turned  pink,  took  off  her  spectacles. 
"This  imbecile  thinks  a  totalitarian  state 
is  also  a  communistic  state,  and  vice  versa," 
she  began,  holding  up  her  book. 

"Sure,"  said  Johnny.  "Why  not?" 

"Communism  doesn't  have  to  be  bad!" 

"Sure  it  does,"  said  Johnny.  "If  you  used 
your  common  sense,  and  didn't  get  so  darned 
intellectual,  you'd  see  that." 

"Listen,  my  mother  says  "  said  Livy. 

" I  don't  care  what  your  mother  says!" 

In  the  air  around  Candy,  phrases  flew  like 
moths:  hierarchy  of  values  .  .  .  ruling  classes 
stand  together . . .  tight  fiber  of  the  masses. . . . 


One  good  mother  is  worth  a 
1 1 1 1 1  ><  I  red  se houlmas  t  ers. 

—  GEORGE  HERBERT. 


How  do  they  do  it?  she  wondered.  Where  do 
they  ever  find  the  time?  They  play  tennis  and 
drink  root  beer  and  sit  around  listening  to 
records  for  sixteen  hours  out  of  the  twenty- 
four — and  still  they  know  so  much! 

Johnny  stopped  talking  and  stretched. 

"Listen,  Livy,  Eve's  giving  a  buffet  sup- 
per before  the  dance  on  the  Fourth.  She's  go- 
ing to  ask  you  herself,  but  she  told  me  to 
tell  you  to  save  it — you  and  whoever's  taking 
you  to  the  dance." 

"Thanks,"  said  Livy,  and  the  color  rose 
from  her  throat  to  her  straight  black  bangs. 

Candy  thought  in  a  rage  of  sympathy, 
"Save  it!"  Who  for?  That's  so  exactly  like 
Evie — she  knows  perfectly  ivell  that  nobody's 
going  to  ask  Livy  to  the  dance.  And  if  nobody 
asks  her,  she  won't  go. 

Candy  was  still  brooding  as  she  undressed, 
later.  She  said  suddenly,  "Bill,  I'm  worried 
about  that  talk  tonight." 

Bill,  who  was  examining  his  hairline 
gloomily,  said,  "Who  isn't?  The  state  the 

world  is  in  today  " 

^^^^^^^^  "I'm  not  worrying 
about  the  state  of  the 
world.  I'm  worried  about 
Livy." 

"Oh,  Livy's  just  at  the 
age  when  her  brain  turns 
HHMMHH     slightly  pink.  She'll 

over  it.  They  all  do.  Any- 
way, she  isn't  really  in  favor  of  communism. 

Candy,  she's  just  " 

Candy  said  forcibly,  "I  don't  care  if  she's 
in  favor  of  anarchy !  She's  not  happy.  Bill ! 
She's  all  shy  and  tied  up  in  knots  and  it's  not 
right.  What  on  earth  do  you  suppose  her 
mother  ever  did  to  her?" 

Bill's  expression  was  very  odd:  half 
amused,  and  half  .  .  .  something  else.  "Her 
mother  gave  her  a  first-class  education,  that's 
what  she  did.  The  girl  thinks— even  if  she 
thinks  all  wrong." 

Something  in  that  half-amused  look  stung 
Candy.  "She  may  think  but  she  doesn't 
know  how  to  feel." 

Bill  got  into  bed  and  pulled  the  blankets 
over  his  ears.  When  he  was  well  settled,  he 
said  reasonably,  "Darling,  the  world  is 
standing  at  a  crossroads,  and  all  you  can  talk 
about  is  some  little  college  girl's  emotional 
problems.  Don't  you  think  that  maybe  you 
take  life  a  little  too  personally?" 

"But  it  is  personal.  ...  I  guess  I'm  sort  of 
stupid,  Bill."  Candy  began  humbly— and 
then  her  own  humility  choked  her.  "But 
I'm  not  as  stupid  as  you  seem  to  think!" 

"Darling,  I  don't  think  you're  " 

"Yes,  you  do!"  To  her  dismay,  her  voice 
was  unsteady.  "You  think  I  just  don't  know 
anything.  You  think  I  don't  even  know  what 
communism  is!" 

(Continued  on  PaRe  123) 


I.\I)1KS-  IIOMK  JOURNAL 


Marc 


MtifiuJtTfatj  PLASTICS  HOUSEWARES 


2-Quart  Pitcher.  89c 
8-Ounce  Tumbler.  10c 


Butter  Dishes,  'A -pound.  25c 
Full  pound.  39c 


Roll  Basket  or  Candy  Dish.  25c 


Covered  Stoway  Jars. 
10c,  15c  and  25c 


Set  of  3  Refrigerator  Jars.  59c 


Refrigerator  Bottles! 
59c  and  79c 


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1  (Continued  from  Page  121) 
I'njaire  you  do,"  Bill  said  soothingly, 
land  glared  at  him.  "  I  know  just  as  well 
rou  )!" 

[ill,  served  her.  "Well,  then,"  he  asked 
flyj  what  is  it?" 

or  \e  lost  moment,  wild  hope  flared  in 
bo;  n :  that  David  might  fall  out  of  bed, 
t  &ih  might  roll  on  an  open  safety  pin. 
;  Ly  might  instantly  begin  shouting 
;  Iiians  were  attacking  the  house.  No 
i  h'py  event  occurred. 
an>  walked  across  the  room  with  the 
of  model  and  got  into  bed  gracefully, 
imiinism,"  she  said,  in  a  tone  of  casual 
H)iu,  "communism  is" — she  arranged 
bbkets  and  felt  her  mouth  go  dry — 
nnjnism  ...  is  simply  not  paying 
lglittention  to  people." 
[t'<'  .  .  what?" 

\f.;s  the  state  is  more  important  than 

pejJe  in  it.  And  I  say  that  nothing  is 

p  i  portant  than  the  people  in  it.  And 

's  lat  democracy  says  too." 

Ufa  said  Bill.  "Well,  of  course,  that's  a 

■__» 

sou  turn  out  the  light  and  go  to  sleep." 
■  pre  people  stayed  awake  longer," 
Blnbled,  "civilization  might  have  a 
eeo  survive." 

Sr  ization,"  Candy  snapped,  "would 
nigs  under  its  eyes." 
£  d  not,  however,  go  to  sleep.  In  the 
m.  Bill's  face  seemed  visible;  she  tried 
arnber  just  what  his  look  had  been, 
hi  manner,  that  indefinable  air  of  pa- 
:  t  ;rance. 

m\ot  good  enough  for  him.  I  just  have 
mild  let  my  mind  go  to  seed  and  I  bore 

I  deserved  something  belter.  Out  mar- 
nerves  something  better.  Love,  thought 
Jjlsitting  up  in  bed,  is  not  enough.  You 
Utave  brains  too. . . .  I  will  now  plan  how 
Me  myself.  In  detail.  If  necessary,  I'll 
ipmd  go  into  the  bathroom  and  make 

I I  .  And  she  shut  her  eyes,  the  better 
>n  ntrate. 

D;he  opened  them,  the  early-morning 
hi'  was  scattering  diamonds  over  the 
jftuli  of  Peddler's  Cove.  From  across 
13  she  could  hear  Livy  and  Sarah  coo- 
ifejach  other  like  pigeons  over  the  six- 
fclbottle.  She  lay  quite  still  and  won- 
Ln  a  dim,  warm  cloud,  what  tiny 
IJ  had  crept  into  her  mind  on  this  ex- 
Bnorning. 

Ihunism.  Economics.  World  events, 
line  was  going  to  start  reading. 


Candy  loved  to  get  breakfast.  The  aroma 
of  coffee  and  the  scent  of  toast  were  as  golden 
as  the  morning,  and  she  moved  about  the 
kitchen  whistling  exuberantly  through  her 
teeth.  Johnny  crossed  the  glittering  grass 
from  the  barn. 

"Want  me  to  fry  eggs?"  he  offered  ami- 
ably. "Say,  I  finally  wore  Evie  down— she's 
going  to  the  Fourth  of  July  dance  with  me." 

"Oh,"  said  Candy. 

"S'matter?"  Johnny  looked  up  from  the 
eggs. 

"Well ...  I  was  just  thinking  about  Livy. 
I'm  afraid  she'll  be  left  out." 

"If  she  is,"  Johnny  said,  not  unkindly, 
"it'll  be  her  own  fault.  Livy's  a  dam  nice 
gal.  She  might  even  be  a  knockout  gal— head- 
lights and  all.  But  she  argues  too  much.  She 
knows  too  much.  She  knows  more  than  I 
do— which  I  don't  mind,  believe  it  or  not.  I 
just  mind  having  it  shoved  down  my 
throat.  .  .  .  Now  a  guy  like  Pete  Datchett— 
he  could  talk  her  down,  maybe.  But  not  me. 
Not  most  guys." 

The  toast  sprang  out  of  the  toaster  and  an 
idea  popped  into  Candy's  head.  "Johnny," 
she  said  slowly,  "speaking  of  Peter  Datchett — 
he'  s  so  nice,  and  sort  of  shy — don't  you  think 
we  ought  to  ask  him  up  here  over  the  Fourth  ?" 

Johnny  looked  over  his  shoulder,  grinning. 
"The  thing  I  like  about  you  is  your  motives 
are  so  thoroughly  mixed." 

Candy  grinned  back.  "Well,  I  always 
think  it's  much  thriftier  to  kill  two  birds 
with  one  stone." 

Later  in  the  morning,  Candy  wrote  a  let- 
ter to  Peter  Datchett,  and  made  a  list.  All 
her  lists  were  made  out  on  the  backs  of  wed- 
ding invitations,  because  the  paper  was  too 
beautiful  to  throw  away.  This  list  said: 
"Get  Emma  to  clean  bedr.  Speak  Livy  ab. 
dress  4  July.  Read." 

Therefore,  after  lunch  she  curled  up  in  the 
old  string  hammock  under  the  pines  and 
opened  a  navy-blue  book  which  Bill  had  been 
reading  for  weeks.  She  felt  a  mingled  sense  of 
apprehension  and  excitement.  The  first 
chapter  she  sped  over  rather  lightly.  (You 
can't  expect  a  man  to  be  really  fascinating 
in  his  very  first  chapter.)  In  the  second  chap- 
ter she  had  got  to:  "Thus  the  Yolksvanderung 
and  its  ephemeral  products  are  tokens,  like 
the  Church  and  the  Empire,  of  the  affiliation 
of  the  Western  Society  to  the  Hellenic.  .  .  ." 
When  she  woke  up  it  was  a  quarter  to  three 
and  Johnny  was  howling  that  the  tide  was 
high. 

(Continued  on  Page  126) 


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(Continued  from  Page  123) 
For  seventy-five  years,  everyone  at  Ped- 
dler's Point  had  gone  swimming  at  the  same 
time  and  the  same  place:  high  tide,  at  the 
dock.  (Eighty  years  ago  there  had  been  no 
summer  folks,  and  consequently  no  one  in 
his  right  mind  had  ever  got  wet  at  all  except 
by  accident.) 

Candy  looked  up  and  down  the  beach. 
Sometimes  she  went  and  sat  bolt  upright 
with  the  middle-aged  mothers,  who  had 
striped  umbrellas,  knitting  and  one-piece 
bathing  suits;  sometimes  she  joined  the 
young  mothers,  who  had  very  small  two- 
piece  suits,  and  lay  flat  on  beach  towels. 
But  today  she  took  Sarah  from  Livy's  arms, 
and  said: 

"I'll  watch  them.  Come  along,  Davy." 

Livy  looked  unhappily  up  at  the  dock.  By 
tacit  agreement,  the  dock  belonged  to  the 
young  people,  the  people  who  were  over  four- 
teen but  not  yet  married.  Someone  had  just 
pushed  a  blonde  in  a  white  suit  over  the  edge. 
The  blonde  screamed,  recovered  herself  in 
mid-air  and  sliced  the  water  as  cleanly  as  a 
knife  cutting  cake:  Evie  Adriance. 

"Honestly,  Mrs.  Stewart,  I'd  much 
rather  "  Livy  began.  "After  all,  I'm  sup- 
posed to  look  after  the  children." 

"You're  supposed  to  do  as  you're  told." 
Candy  said  regally.  "Go  and  swim!" 

She  walked  down  to  the  water's  edge, 
where  she  settled  herself  with  Sarah  and  pre- 
pared to  watch  David,  whose  aquatic  prow- 
ess this  summer  resembled  that  of  a  cocker 
spaniel  drowning  in  a  rain  barrel.  On  the 
dock,  voices  resounded. 

"Johnny  Goodwin,  that  was  a  low,  mean 
thing  to  do ! "  Evie  was  breathless,  laughing. 

"  I'm  a  low,  mean  fellow. 
Hey    cut   it  out    key!"  ■■■MHBM 

A  gigantic  splash  and  a 
burst  of  laughter.  "You 
big  bully!  I'll  show  you!" 

"Say — did  you  hear  the 
Loomis  twins  are  coming  MMMMHkl 
up  for  the  Fourth?" 

A  chorus  of  wolf  whistles,  an  inaudible  re- 
mark and  another  burst  of  laughter. 

"Bitsy,  what  are  you  going  to  wear?" 

"I've  got  a  new  little  something.  Black 
organdy.  Wait  till  you  " 

Then  Johnny's  voice:  "Did  you  know 
Pete  Datchett  was  coming?" 

"Ooooh — he  is?" 

"The  Brain  is  coming  here?" 

"How  marvelous,  Johnny!" 

"What's  so  marvelous  about  Datchett?  " — 
a  truculent  male  voice. 

"Oh,  he's  so  sort  of  rockbound  and  Gary 
Cooperish." 

"What's  so  wonderful  about  a  guy  that 
can't  talk?" 

Evie's  voice  rose  above  the  others  as  a 
violin  soars  over  the  orchestra:  "I  didn't 
know  he  was  a  pal  of  yours,  Johnny.  I've 
always  wanted  to  meet  him." 

"You  will."  Johnny  was  offhand. 

"Listen,"  said  Evie  gaily,  "let's  make  it  a 
foursome  for  the  party.  You  and  I  and  Livy 
and  Pete  Datchett." 

Candy  glanced  up  at  the  dock.  Livy  stood 
just  where  she  had  stood  throughout  the  con- 
versation— leaning  against  the  railing,  long 
and  slender  and  remote.  She  had  not  offered  a 
single  word.  Candy  sighed  and  scooped  sand 
out  of  her  daughter's  mouth.  How  could  Livy 
expect  to  be  one  of  them,  to  be  accepted  as  a 
member  of  the  crowd  if  she  simply  stood  and 
didn't  utter? 

As  they  came  into  the  hall,  the  late- 
afternoon  mail  caught  Candy's  eye.  The  top 
letter  was  addressed  to  Miss  Olivia  Sattcr- 
bury,  and  was  postmarked  Washington. 
Livy  tore  it  open  at  once,  and  Candy  saw 
her  expression  change  subtly,  her  lips  grow 
thin.  She  turned  to  Candy. 

"My  mother,"  said  Livy  in  a  voice 
drained  of  color,  "is  coming  up  to  spend 
Fourth  of  July  at  the  inn." 

"  I  low  nice."  Candy  was  carefully  enthusi- 
astic. She  looked  at  Livy,  and  saw  pure 
misery  behind  her  spectacles.  "Or  is  it?" 

Livy  turned  scarlet.  "Oh,  yes  -it's  ...  I 
mean  —  Oh,  dear.  I  know  I  sound  awful, 
but  well,  it's  just  that  I'm  always  disap- 
pointing her.  She  wants  me  to  lie  terribly 


^  The  sparrow  flying  behind 
the  hawk  thinks  the  hawk 


attractive— the  way  she  is.  You 
brains  and  beauty  and  charm  and-E 
everything.  And  then,  when  I'm  ncl| 
gets  sort  of  cold  and— and  oh,  I  don't 
Awful.  If  only  I  could  be  popular,  sijj 
she'd  like  me." 

Candy  asked  quietly,  "Your  father 
long  time  ago.  didn't  he?" 

"Two  years  ago." 

"Only  two  years!  But  " 

Livy  said  in  a  dry,  sandy  voic< 
walked  out  of  the  house  one  day  when  t 
quite  small  and  went  to  Oregon.  We  h;j 
seen  him  since.  We  didn't  go  to  his  fun 

"Oh,"  said  Candy. 

"Well ...  I'll  go  and  have  dinner  wi  fa 
at  the  inn  on  Saturday  night."  Livy  sife 
up  the  stairs  with  Sarah. 

"Oh,   no,   Livy!  You  can't  do  at 
Johnny's  counting  on  you  to  make  that  ur- 
some  with  Peter  Datchett.  We'll  take  cU 
your  mother,  Bill  and  I,"  Candy  saiU.' 
pulsively.  "We'll  ask  her  to  come  hefit' 
supper  and  take  her  to  the  club  afterwH" 

"That's  sweet  of  you.  Mrs.  Stewart,  V 
no.  Honestly,  I  can't  compete  with  girlfc 
Evie." 

"I  think,"  said  Candy,  "that  you'lll 
to."  Livy  stared  at  her.  and  she  smiledj 
high  time  you  stopped  being  scared,  i 
Satterbury,  and  crawling  off  by  yoi| 
It's  time  you  learned  how  to  behave, 
show  you  a  lot — it's  just  a  matter  of  I 
nique,  you  know.  I'll  help  you.  Livy  I 
when  your  mother  sees  you — being  su  | 

ful  and  popular  " 

A  pale  uncertain  smile  wavered  over)  I 
mouth,  and  a  faint  hope  flickered  in  het 

  "All  — all  right.  l| 

■■■■MM      you're— all  right. "1 
ran  upstairs. 


■ORIENTAL  PROVERB. 


During  the  next  1 
weeks,  Candy  worke 
^■■■■■H     hard  • so  hard  that  s 

almost  no  time  fori 
navy-blue  book,  or  any  other.  She  and  [ 
snatched  secret  moments :  they  danced  ij 
in  the  living  room ;  they  held  hours  of  | 
pie  conversations;  they  ripped  the  sti 
Livy's  white  chiffon  evening  dress  and  s 
bones  in  the  bodice;  they  cut  Livy's  hj 
new  and  entrancing  way.  And  alway 
every  turn,  Candy  had  to  find  a  reas 
every  Principle  of  Popularity,  in  ord 
satisfy  Livy's  orderly,  logical  mind. 

Livy  was,  actually,  an  apt  pupil; 
the  Fourth  approached,  her  nervous  tei| 
grew  until — the  day  before  Peter  Dati 
arrived — Candy  knew  that  although  | 
had  done  her  best,  her  best  was  not 
enough.  For  Livy  could  contemplate  I 
arrival  of  Peter  with  equanimity;  at I 
prospect  of  her  own  mother,  she  turned  j 
a  white-faced,  stiff-jointed  mechanical 
Peter  Datchett  arrived  on  Friday 
ning,  a  tall,  shockheaded  young  man  wl 
nice  smile  and  silent  good  manners.  On&l 
day  morning.  Candy  sent  Livy  off  witt  ■ 
others  to  play  tennis.  It  was  after  one  *  0 
she  heard  them  coming  back,  Evie's  c  f, 
high  voice  heralding  their  approach: ". .  1 
solutely  atomic !  I  never  saw  such  a  forell 
drive  as  you  have,  Pete!" 

Candy  moved  quietly  toward  the  sc  0 
door.  Any  intelligent  young  man  mus  * 
repelled  by  tactics  as  blatantly  obviou^ 
Evie's.  And  Peter  Datchett  was  very  ini 
gent  indeed.  She  peered  out . . .  Mr.  Date! 
Phi  Beta  Kappa,  was  bending  over  Evie 
a  willow  over  a  stream.  He  said,  as  us 
nothing;  but  he  was  clearly  past  speed 
any  case.  Helpless  adoration  swam  in 
shy,  dazzled  gaze;  and  behind  him  sta) 
Johnny  and  Livy.  both  wordless  L I 
ground  her  teeth  and  opened  the  screen  d 
"Oh,  Mrs.  Stewart,"  fluted  Evie,  "do 
me  something  about  this  mysterious  n 
Don't  you  know  some  tiny,  fascinating  fac 
"  No,"  said  Candy. 
Evie  giggled  adorably.  "  I  was  terrifie' 
him  at  first."  she  confessed,  glancing  at  V 
rather  as  though  he  were  a  large  a|)c, 
he's  awfully  tolerant  of  silly  me." 

Why  wouldn't  he  be  tolerant,  Candy  thoi: 
savagely,  of  a  blonde  who  swim*  like  a  > 
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maid,  plays  tennis  like  a  man,  dances  like  Gin- 
ger Rogers  and  makes  Peter  Datchett  the  Brain 
believe  that  he  is  the  most  irresistibly  virile  man 
she  has  ever  met?  ...  And  what  have  you  been 
doing  all  this  time,  Olivia  Satterbury? 

She  turned  away  sharply.  It  was  perfectly 
hopeless.  Livy  longing  for  Johnny — Johnny 
longing  for  Evie — and  Evie,  the  exquisite 
spider,  snapping  up  the  nice  fresh  fly  that 
had  been  meant  for  someone  else.  The  week 
end  was  in  ruins — and  Mrs.  Satterbury  was 
due  on  the  afternoon  train. 

//  only  there  were  something  to  say  that  I 
haven't  said,  Candy  thought.  //  there  were  only 
something  I  could  do. . . .  But  there  was  noth- 
ing left  to  say,  or  do. 

"Come  on,  Livy,"  Johnny  urged.  "Let's 
get  some  root  beer.  Superman  must  be  thirsty 
after  that  atomic  forehand  drive  of  his." 

As  they  vanished  into  the  pantry,  Candy 
heard  Livy's  snarl:  "I'll  bet  Olive  Erl  is 
thirsty  too." 

"Sure,"  Johnny  agreed  blandly,  "she's 
been  working  hard.  We'll  get  her  a  nice, 

cold  "  The  door  swung  shut;  but  it 

sounded, Candy  thought,  like  "Mickey  Finn." 


When  Candy 
knocked  on  Livy's 
door  that  evening,  it 
was  nearly  seven. 
Livy  was  standing, 
straight  and  tall  and 
lovely  in  the  white 
chiffon  dress,  motion- 
less before  her  mirror. 

"Livy,  you  look 
heavenly!" 

She  turned  swiftly. 
"Oh,  Mrs.  Stewart, 
what  difference  does 
it  make  how  I  look?  I 
haven't  got  whatever 
it  is  other  girls  have 
got.  Just  plain  sex 
appeal,  I  guess." 

Candy  shut  her  lips 
hard  upon  a  sudden 
surge  of  wild  impa- 
tience .  .  .  and  then 
the  impatience  was 
drowned  in  a  wave  of 
compassion.  She 
spoke  before  she  had 
time  to  think. 

"Livy,  do  you 
know  what  sex  appeal 
is?  It's  nothing  but 


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■r//n/.  \fff/l/ 


conviction  -  conscious 

or  unconscious — that  men  are  a  little  bit 
better  than  women." 

Livy  stared  at  her.  "What  on  earth  do 
you  mean?  You  don't  believe  that!" 

"Oh,  yes,  I  do!"  Candy  said.  "I  always 
have.  They  are." 

"Mm  are  better  than  women?"  Livy's 
eyes  were  sharp.  "How?  In  what  ways?" 

Candy  opened  her  mouth  and  found  her- 
self bereft  of  speech.  There  was  a  bad  three 
seconds;  then  she  said  airily,  "Oh,  in  every 
way.  You're  just  young,  Livy  dear.  When 
you've  lived  as  long  as  I  have  you'll  realize 
that  it's  true.  Some  girls,  of  course,  know  it 
at  birth.  .  .  .  Heavens,  look  at  the  time — 
you're  late !  Hurry ! " 

"Oh,  but  I  have  to  wait  and  see  mother!" 

"No!"  Candy  was  so  violent  that  Livy 
stared  again.  "Darling,  there  isn't  time. 
You'll  see  her  later.  Now  run!" 

Wait  and  see  mother — and  ruin  all  my  last- 
minutc  preparation.  See  mother  and  have  your 
sel) '-confidence  removed  painlessly,  inexpen- 
sively. See  mother  and  die.  .  .  .  I  will  wait  and 
see  mother.  Candy  thought  grimly. 

At  the  end  of  the  driveway,  Johnny's  jeep 
turned  right  onto  the  main  road,  arid  the 
lemon-yellow  scarf  over  Livy's  head  dwin- 
dled to  a  flash  like  a  canary's  wing.  Just  as  it 
vanished,  the  station  wagon  from  the  inn 
turned  into  the  driveway  from  the  left. 

"Darling,"  said  Hill,  "you're  slowly  turn- 
ing purple.  What's  the  matter?" 

C'anrly  let  her  breath  out  in  a  gust.  "I 
haven't  breathed  for  I  wo  minutes." 

"Yoga?"  Hill  inquired  anxiously. 


"No,  Satterbury." 

"You're  not  scared  of  her?  Not  youA 
was  incredulous.  "  I  thought  you  werci- 
of  neither  man  nor  beast." 

"I'm  perfectly  at  home  with  meij 
beasts,"  Candy  said  tartly.  "It's 
women  who  sometimes  give  me  a  | 
turn.  .  .  .  Oh,  how  do  you  do,  Mrs. ! 
bury !  How  nice  of  you  to  " 

"Mrs.  Stewart.  And  Mr.  Stewal  oi 
course."  Mrs.  Satterbury  swept  intfe] 
living  room,  graciously  giving  a  hajfcl 
each.  "This  is  so  kind  of  you." 

"Not  a  bit,"  said  Candy,  in  thel 
of  an  underdeveloped  twelve-year -old| 

wanted  so  much  " 

"Of  course  I've  heard  from  Olivia I 
"And  we've  heard  so  much  abouj 

Olivia  is  so  " 

"Isn't  she?  How  is  she?  Where  is  I 
"Well,"  Candy  said,  laughing  fool 
"we  thought  .  .  .  since  of  course  it| 
Fourth  and  the  club  always  ...  I  me 

brother  Johnny  " 

"Livy,"  said  Bill  slowly  and  firmly! 
gone  to  a  party.  Won't  you  sit  down?| 
Candy  sat 
too,  her  eyes  rl 
upon  her  guest 
Satterbury  1 
striking  as  her  c!| 
ter,  but  in  a  ve 
ferent  way.  He 
white  hair  gr 
beautiful  close' 
her  eyebrows 
black  over  wid 
liant,  pale-blue 
her  ice-blue 
dress  was  a  ir. 
piece,  and  she 
no  jewelry  whz 
except  one  huge 
marine  ring.  ( 
looked  down  a 
own  billowing 
and-white-do 
Swiss,  her  bi 
arms,  her  flatbai 
sandals.  .  .  .  f 
to  be  leading  a  c 
a  frayed  rope. 

Mrs.  Satter 
took  Bill's  wing 
"Gone  to  a  pai 
she  repeated,  wi 
air    of  astoa 
amusement, 
extraordinary! 
child,  she  has  simply  no  idea  how  t 
along  with  boys,  you  know.  And  of  < 
she's  not  pretty." 

Candy  looked  at  her,  blinking.  Neve 
she  seen  such  exquisite  self-assurance  as  ■ 
Satterbury's,  a  self-assurance  that  was  > 
lyzing  in  its  effect. 

"Olivia,"  Mrs.  Satterbury  smiled,  :  4 
a  cigarette  into  a  short,  gold  holde  '• 
utterly  unfeminine." 

Suddenly,  astonishingly,  Candy  ww\ 
gry,  so  angry  that  her  hand  shook  vi  If. 
She  can  behave  like  a  cement  mixer  to 
body  else  in  the  tvorld,  but  I  won't  let  her 
Livy  to  bits — /  won't  let  her! . . .  Bill  eye 
apprehensively. 

"Oh,  don't  you  think  Livy  is  pre' 
Candy  asked  lightly,  and  her  voice  ha 
turned  to  its  normal  register, 
here  think  she's  lovely." 

Mrs.  Satterbury's  lips  were  faintly  am 
(Just  a  little  summer  resort  on  the  cat 
Maine:  naturally  "Livy  would  be  n 
special  here.) 

"Of  course,"  Candy  added,  "noneo 
young  people  realize  that  she's  your  di 
ter.  I'm  afraid  most  of  them  have  very 
idea  of  who  you  are.  They've  simply  aco 
Livy  as  herself. . . .  Of  course  you  know 
tor  Datchett?  His  son,  Peter,  is  spendin 
week  end  with  us — solely  on  Livy's  aco 
Oh,  didn't  she  tell  you?"  Candy  lam 
"My  own  brother  is  mad  about  her— 
hltely  mad." 

Hill  cleared  his  throat  shattcringly. 
"Really,"  said  Mrs.  Satterbury,  ta| 
her  cigarette  ash  neatly. 

(Continued  on  /'</«<■  I  H) 


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By  Chad  Walsh 

Kneeling  against  the  window  sill 
We  share  a  midnight  and  a  hill. 
And  from  the  hill  a  road  descends, 
Flowing  to  where  the  midnight 
ends. 

And  from  the  road  remembrance 
comes 

Of  any  night  of  thicket  plums 
In  flower,  and  any  road  where  I 
Have  stood  at  midnight  with  the  sky. 
And  since  the  thicket  plums  foretold 
That  I  should  kneel  by  you  and  hold 
Your  hand  in  mine,  come,  let  us  go 
And  see  the  road  of  midnight  flow 
Around  the  silver  hill,  and  there 
I  shall  pin  blossoms  in  your  hair. 

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129 


/ks^Jhen  called  him 


But  he  was  just  too  frail  to  keep  up  / 


\KY  THIS  FOR  THE  NERVOUS  UNDERWEIGHT  CHILD 


iiery  mother  knows,  a  lifelong  complex  can 
i  develop  in  a  child  who  lags  behind  the 
B.  That  is  why  you  strive  so  earnestly  to  keep 
-hild  healthy  in  body,  mind  and  spirit.  You 
j  all  these  go  together.  Nutrition  affects  emo- 
land  vice  versa.  And  so  it  is  well  to  remember 
k  child  is  not  just  a  little  adult  when  it  comes 
it. 

:hild  needs,  proportionately,  2  to  3  times  as 
'  of  certain  foods  as  an  adult;  these  food  ele- 
p  such  as  protein,  calcium,  iron,  vitamins  B,, 
icin  and  riboflavin  may  be  called  the  "spark 
"  of  robust  health  and  vitality.  A  child  needs 
)f  them.  A  lack  of  one  or  more  can  cause  a 
[>.  And — please  note  this — these  are  the  very 
most  apt  to  be  deficient  in  average  meals. 

course,  a  fully  adequate  diet  can  be  selected 
ordinary  foods,  but  it's  difficult  to  be  sure 
e  right.  And  so,  today,  busy,  intelligent 
ers  employ  an  easier  method  in  approaching 
)roblem.  They  use  a  supplementary  food  like 
tine.  The  purpose  of  a  supplementary  food  is 
in  the  chinks,  gaps,  loopholes  that  may  occur 


in  ordinary  meals;  it  supplies  those  rarer  elements 
most  easily  lost  in  cooking,  most  apt  to  be  lacking 
—based  upon  the  study  of  thousands  of  meals 
served  in  average  homes. 

Ovaltine,  mixed  with  milk,  contains  practically 
all  the  vitamins  and  minerals  necessary  to  bring 
the  ordinary  meal  up  to  the  full  requirements  of  a 
growing  child.  It  also  provides  an  extra  supple- 
ment of  high  quality  proteins. 

Ovaltine  has  the  additional  advantage  of  being 
so  processed  that  even  a  child  with  a  delicate 
stomach  can  digest  and  absorb  it  readily. 

So  why  don't  you  join  thousands  of  other  moth- 
ers in  this  health  insurance  program.  Give  2  to  3 
glasses  of  Ovaltine  daily  in  addition  to  regular 
meals.  Then  you  can  be  sure  you  have  done  just 
about  everything  you  can  do  to  insure  proper 
nutrition  for  your  child. 

OVALTINE 

THE  PROTECTING  SUPPLEMENTARY  FOOD-DRINK 


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131 


(Continued  from  Page  128) 
said  Candy,  "that  it's  serious. 

won't  be  ready  to  marry  for  years  

go  in  to  dinner?" 

nner  Bill  said,  "We  thought  we'd 
i  over  to  the  club  later,  Mrs.  Satter- 


•  delightful,"  said  Mrs.  Satterbury. 
raid  I  don't  dance." 
ink  that's  so  wise  of  you,"  Candy 
"Mother  doesn't  either." 
eye  rolled  like  a  terrified  horse's,  and 
ped  his  knife.  A  faint  stroke  of  color 
d  on  Mrs.  Satterbury's  smooth 
nes. 

;o  back  to  Livy,"  Candy  said.  "She's 
lute  darling — only  at  the  moment 
ittle  bit  crazy.  Do  you  know  about 
;al  point  of  view,  Mrs.  Satterbury?  " 
Satterbury's  smile  was  rather  fright- 
I  think,  Mrs.  Stewart,  that  Olivia 
,'  being  fair-minded  and  tolerant — as 
been  taught.  One  doesn't  want  com- 
in  this  country,  of  course.  But  the 
hy  behind  it — the  ideology — you 
knit  it's  worth  study?" 
yes,  I  admit  it's  worth  study." 
Satterbury  smiled  kindly.  "Such  de- 
fc):lam  chowder!  .  .  .  But  of  course  a 
■jnother  like  you  hasn't  much  time  or 
jflion  for  study,  have  you?  With  your 
I  >y  and  your  darling  baby,  and  this 
rr  lg  little  house,  you  must  be  entirely 
fa  i  up  in  domesticity." 
m  eyes  met  and  they  both  smiled. 
Id  thought,  /  may  be  wrapped  up  in  do- 
■jv,  but  my  husband  hasn't  walked  out 
g  to  Oregon.  AM  least  not  yet,  and  I  have 
mldren — and  one  of 
i  a  boy!  She  said:  ^^^^m^^m 
B  I  think  everyone 
■study  the  subject — 
Hvhy  I  can  speak  as 
ftcause  of  my  read- 


^  A  thankful  heart  is  not 
^  only  the  greatest  virtue, 
but  the  parent  of  all  the  other 
virtues.  —CICERO. 


reproachful  eye  ^^^^^^^^ 

to  burn  a  hole  in 

it  cheek;  even  her  smile  felt  scorched, 
itterbury's  eye,  however,  was  not  in 
st  reproachful.  It  was  skeptical;  it 
arly  jeered. 

1  what  is  your  stand,  then,  Mrs. 
:?  W  hat  makes  you  feel  that  Olivia  is, 
say,  'a  little  bit  crazy'?" 

elieve,"  said  Candy,  "that  once  you 
hat  the  individual  is  merely  a  means 

2  the  ends  of  the  higher  entity  called 
or  the  nation,  most  of  those  features 
litarianism  regimes  which  horrify  us 
af  necessity." 

gave  a  convulsive  and  ear-splitting 
followed  by  every  evidence  of  chok- 
death.  The  ladies  waited  with  ex- 
courtesy  until  he  had  subsided, 
at,"  said  Mrs.  Satterbury,  "sounds 
uotation  from  Mr.  Frederick  Hayak." 
is."  Candy  smiled  brightly.  "How 
of  you  to  recognize  it!"  Their  eyes 
iin ;  this  time  neither  bothered  to  smile. 
Satterbury  said,  "I  should  like  to 
that  with  you,  Mrs.  Stewart.  I  won- 

/ou  won't  find  " 

I  never  discuss  it."  Candy  was  very 
"I  was  simply  stating  my  position." 
u  never  discuss  it?" 
does  all  the  discussion."  Candy 
prettily.  "Men  always  know  so 
nore  about  these  things  than  women — 
ey're  so  much  less  emotional  about  it. 
you  agree,  Mrs.  Satterbury?" 

satterbury  said,  "Mr.  Stewart,  your 
delightfully  Victorian!" 
3  you  think  so?"  Bill  spoke  hoarsely, 
le  she  seems  more  an  Old  Testament 
.  .  .  Shall  I  carry  the  coffee  into  the 
room,  Candy?" 

y  did  not,  after  all,  go  on  to  the  club, 
satterbury  and  Bill  had  the  discussion 
Candy  had  avoided;  it  was  so  exqui- 
civilized  that  it  couldn't  have  been 
an  argument,  but  it  went  on  for  a  very 
ime.  Candy  knitted  a  bright  red  cable- 
sweater  for  Sarah  and  watched  them, 
black  cowlick  rose  on  the  back  of  his 
and  his  black  tie  struck  a  passionate 
nal  angle.  But  Mrs.  Satterbury  stayed 
detached,  alert,  and  infinitely  well 


informed.  Candy,  looking  at  the  pale,  bril 
liant  eyes,  the  thin,  smiling,  scarlet  mouth, 
the  curve  of  her  long,  red-tipped  fingers  over 
the  chair  arm,  thought: 

Mrs.  Satterbury  is  a  not-very-benevolent  die 
talor.  And  everyone  who  enters  tier  life  becomes 
a  part  of  the  state.  Mrs.  Satterbury's  state. 

It  was  at  that  precise  moment  that  she 
heard  the  rattle  of  the  jeep  in  the  driveway, 
and  her  heart  plunged  down  like  a  stone.  The 
party  at  the  club  wasn't  nearly  over;  if  Livy 
had  come  home  at  this  hour,  it  could  mean 
only  one  thing.  Hastily.  Candy  rolled  up  her 
knitting.  When  Livy  crept  in  with  her 
drowned-kitten  look,  someone  must  be  ready 
to  protect  her. 

The  screen  door  slammed,  voices  sounded — 
and  Livy  came  whirling  in,  her  cheeks  flam- 
ing, her  eyes  like  stars.  She  kissed  her  mother 
and  introduced  Johnny. 

"Where's  Peter?"  Candy  asked. 

"Er— well  "  said  Johnny. 

"He  and  Evie  will  probably  be  right 
along,"  Livy  put  in  quickly. 

"Probably,"  Candy  agreed  dryly,  and 
Johnny  burst  in. 

"You  should  have  seen  my  girl!"  He 
beamed  upon  Livy.  "This  gal  knocked  'em 
dead !  She's  been  the  life  of  the  party.  The 
belle  of  the  ball.  The  toast  of  Paris.  The  " 

Livy  giggled,  and  Mrs.  Satterbury  said, 
"Sit  down,  dear.  You're  keeping  the  men 
standing." 

Livy  said,  "Not  these  men,  mother.  They 
have  no  respect  for  American  womanhood." 

"  Well,  sit  down  anyway,  dear,"  her  mother 
told  her.  "You  make  me  nervous." 

"  Really  ?  "  Livy 
^■■■i  sounded  interested.  "I'm 
sorry— I  didn't  think  you 
had  any  nerves,  darling. 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Stewart 
must  have  sewed  you 
up  in  your  communistic 
bag  and  dropped  you  in 
the  river." 

"Really,  dear,  we've  been  having  a  most 
interesting  discussion.  Although,  of  course, 
we  don't  entirely  agree  " 

Livy  laughed.  "I  bet  you  don't!  Johnny 
and  I  have  been  having  a  most  interesting 
discussion  too.  He's  converted  me  to  democ- 
racy." 

"Let's  all  go  swimming,"  said  Johnny 
briskly. 

"We'd  freeze  solid,"  Candy  objected. 

Mrs.  Satterbury  smiled  indulgently.  "Of 
course  you  would.  Olivia,  dear,  be  a  wise  child 
and  sit  down  here  by  the  fire." 

Olivia  looked  down  at  her  mother's  beauti- 
ful head.  "A  wise  child,"  she  said,  "dreads 
the  fire.  Come  on,  Johnny— race  you  to  the 
dock!" 

Bill  was  examining  his  hairline ;  but  his  ex- 
pression was  rather  more  hopeful  than 
gloomy.  "I  can't  help  thinking,"  he  said 
suddenly,  "that  part  of  Livy's  success  is  due 
to  me." 

"To  you!"  Candy  was  astonished.  "Dar- 
ling, you  don't  know  what  /  did!  Coached 
her  and  danced  with  her  and  talked  to  her 
and  told  her  everything  I  knew  and  then, 
just  before  she  left  tonight  for  the  club,  I  had 
an  inspiration.  Simply  a  pure  inspiration.  I 
told  her  that  men  are  better  than  women 
and  she  must  never  forget  it." 

Bill  stared  at  her.  "You  did?" 

Candy  nodded.  "It  simply  stunned  her— 
gave  her  an  entirely  new  slant  on  life.  .  .  . 
What's  the  matter  with  you?" 

"I,"  said  Bill,  "also  gave  her  a  new  slant 
on  life.  No  wonder  she  was  stunned.  I  told 
her  this  afternoon  that  she  must  never  forget 
that— that  " 

"That  what?" 

"That  women  are  much  better  than  men." 
he  told  her. 

They  looked  at  each  other.  "My  good- 
ness," said  Candy,  awed.  "Do  you  believe 
that?  What  you  told  her?" 

"Do  you — what  you  told  her?" 

"I  believe."  said  Candy,  grinning,  "that 
you  are  the  greatest  man  America  has  ever 
produced." 

"Well,  thanks,"  said  Bill  modestly.  "But 
you're  prettier."  the  end 


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our  worries  have  just  begun.  We',]  like  to  spend  our  evenings  in  comfort,  reading  or 
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hlankels  to  ski  hoot,.  Worse  still,  we  do  a  good  deal  or  desk  work  between  us.  Worse 
.ind  worse,  the  alcove  off  our  living  room  is  our  only  passage  hetween  the  hall  and 
the  kitchen*  and  we'd  rather  UOl  pul  a  dining  table  and  chairs    (Continued  „»  Pas,  in, 


PHOTOS  BV  HARO 


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minus  alcove.  Against  bookshelves  ami 
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(Continued  from  Page  132) 
in  there.  One  thing  that  stymies  us  is 
how  to  manage  all  this  in  a  room  which, 
minus  alcove,  is  16'  by  107".  Another  thing 
is  how  to  pay  for  it  with  less  than  $1000— 
a  lot  less.  The  third  thing  is  how  to  make  the 
whole  works  look  right  and  not  as  scrambled 
as  an  auction  room." 

solution:  This  is  it,  we  fondly  believe — 
no  grand  ballroom,  with  its  dimensions,  and 
yet  it  was  not  too  small  for  a  recent  house- 
warming  party  of  twenty-five,  thanks  to  ar- 
ranging the  furniture  in  three  groups  ac- 
cording to  what  is  to  be  done  in  each  and 
leaving  the  center  clear.  Nobody  is  going  to 
bark  his  shins  against  the  desk-and-storage 
grouping  in  the  alcove  because  it  is  lined  up 
against  the  wall;  while  the  dining  table  and 
chairs  are  more  invitingly  set  across  the 
window  in  the  main  room. 

Besides  the  maximum  of  actual  space,  the 
room  gives  the  impression  of  being  larger 
than  it  is,  an  impression  that  is  an  aid  to 
taking  off  the  shoes  and  relaxing.  This  is 
partly  on  account  of  modern  furniture's 
simplicity.  The  kind  of  traditional  furniture 
that  has  serpentine  lines  and  fine  detail  was 
designed  for  the  mansions  of  whaling  princes 
and  plantation  owners,  not  the  small  apart- 
ment of  a  young  engineer  and  his  wife.  But 
part  of  the  seeming  spaciousness  is  due  to  the 
plain  off-white  walls  and  the  use  of  mostly 
solid  colors.  Part  is  due  to  the  long  sweep  of 
the  full-length  curtains  and  the  vertical  lines 
of  the  redwood  uprights  above  the  book- 
shelves, which  make  the  ceiling  look  higher. 
And  then  there  is  something  about  a  bare 
dark  floor  that  gives  a  smallish  room  the 
perspective  of  a  railroad  track.  It  goes  with 
contemporary  decoration  too. 

The  No.  1  encouragement  to  lazy  evenings 
at  home,  however,  is  the  couch-bed  which 
really  is  narrow  enough  for  sitting  up  like 
ladies  and  gentlemen.  Its  two  box  springs 
and  mattresses  are  slid  back  under  the 
built-in  shelves,  and  the  storage  spaces  be- 
hind are  faced  with  upholstered  back  rests. 
Books  are  within  arm's  reach.  Two  lamps 
are  placed  just  right  for  reading.  And  if 
music  is  on  the  program,  behold  the  trundle 
wagon  beside  the  dining  table,  with  record 
albums  below  and  a  record  player  above. 
Wheeled  up  to  the  couch,  it  saves  our  en- 
gineer the  effort  of  rising  to  change  a  record. 
As  for  putting  up  guests,  the  couch  turns 
into  two  good  broad  beds  by  dropping  the 
hinged  lamp  table  and  pulling  them  out. 


V 


1 

The  solid  colors  and  the  care  w.  ^ 
they  weren't  too  pale  for  practice. , 
industrial  suburb  didn't  mean  we 
mud-and-mustard  tones.  These 
colors,  full  of  vitality — red  and  v 
green  and  lime.  This  is  a  room  ti 
in  as  well  as  to  relax  in.  Five  fat 
more  thin  ones  can  sit  on  the  coucl 
alcove  side  chair  and  the  armchl 
faced  to  form  a  sizable  circle  a] 
hospitality  of  the  coffee  table.  (I 
floor  plan.)  In  a  pinch,  the  dining  w 
be  added,  so  that  at  least  ten  peo.sJ 
down  and  be  convivial.  Or  with  •(l 
arranged  as  is,  several  couples  a  jgj 

When  it  comes  to  entertaining 
and  dinner— feeding  the  two  week* 
for  instance — there  is  no  hudd 
dining  "nook."  Placing  the  table 
window  makes  plenty  of  room  for« 
bringing  two  more  chairs  from  eh 
room  and  sliding  the  table  forwarc'l,h/ 
all  the  elbow  room  they  need.  Anc!^- 
floor  does  away  with  the  hostessgfc^ 
anxiety  about  the  crumbs  and  ib  |B 
best-bred  eaters  leave  behind  th 
the  other  mobile  cabinet  has  its  ii 
brings  food  from  the  kitchen  and 
dirty  dishes  out.  It  changes  coi 
hostess  never  leaves  the  table. 

Between  meals,  this  cabinet  doi 
side  table  for  the  armchair  which 
floor  lamp  at  hand  for  reading.  T 
table  doubles  as  a  desk  when  o 
engineer  has  homework  to  do;  anc 
same  floor  lamp  lights  his  travail 
even  pull  up  the  cabinet  and  use  it  I 
writer  stand.  His  wife  has  her  sm 
and  a  pin-up  lamp  in  the  alcove 
kitchen — a  good  place  for  the  telepl 
if  she  can  get  one.  We've  been  poi 
the  truly  commodious  storage  spa 
went  along,  except  for  the  redw< 
board  beside  the  couch. 

We  are  not  backward  in  saying 
quite  highly  of  this  room,  though  i 
we  have  to  add  we  never  could  h:p 
duced  it  for  $742.13  without  the  1 
dustry  of  our  engineer  and  his  wife, 
bent  for  carpentry  and  she  has  a  V 
present  sewing  machine.  He  made 
wood  cupboard,  the  alcove  desk 
shelves  (including  the  hinged  lam; 
He  finished  the  wheeled  cabinets 
storage  chests  beside  the  desk,  and 
the  knobs  on  the  chests  to  brass 
also  sawed  the  legs  off  the  Mexii 


BUDGET  - 

2  Box  springs  and  mattresses  @  $55.00   $110. i 

2  Unpainted  chests  (1  @.  $24.98,  1  @  $31.95)   56 

Dining  table   60. 

4  Dining  chairs  @  $23.75    95. 

1  Pin-up  desk  lamp   9- 

1  Twin  gooseneck  lamp   27.' | 

1  Moor  lamp   14.' 

1  Tahle  lamp  and  shade   30.i 

1  Armchair  .  .  ;   40.1 1 

1  Coffee  table   29.. 

Curtains  and  3  sofa  pillows,  30  yds.       59c   17.1 

Violet  fabric  on  2  side-chair  cushions  1',  yds.  @  $2.95   3.1 

Ked  denim,  armchair  and  2  side  chairs,  7  yds.  ®  64c   4.4, 

Felt  for  couch  pillows,  '..yd.  ("  $1.95   2.1 

Corduroy  for  couch,  28'.  yds.  ®  $1.98    56.4 

Wallpaper   7.0 

15  II*.  Roll  of  cotton  for  back  rests  and  cushions  (a  35c  per  lb.    .  5.; 

Curtain  rod  and  hardware  (rod,  16c  a  foot;  carriers,  30c  doz.)  3.1 

II  brass  drawer  knobs  (»  95c   LB 

2  brass  bandies  (a  $2.75   5.1 

8  Casters  for  mobile  cabinets  (g  15c   3,o 

bedvtood  and  pine  for  COUcfa  unit,  booksbches,  desk  top  and 

mobile  cabinets,  plus  hardware,  nails,  screws  and  clue  ....  91. i' 

Linoleum  for  desk  top  1.0* 

Palnl  and  varnish   89 

Carpenter's  charge  for  making  mobile  cabinets,  20  brs.  ("  $2.20  I  bfl 

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— their  own  pet.  Sani-Flush — quick, 
easy  and  sanitary  as  always  —  now 
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they  chose  as  it  cleans  and  disinfects 
toilet  bowls.  Simply  follow  directions 
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chairs  to  make  them  a  better  height  after  his 
wife  had  added  the  cushions  (cotton  batting, 
dress  fabric  of  a  violet  wool  and  red  denim  to 
match  the  armchair's  upholstery).  She  made 
the  curtains  of  a  washable,  heavy,  cotton 
dress  goods  in  blue-green,  lime,  dark -blue  and 
black,  hemming  them,  but  leaving  them  un- 
lined.  They  were  therefore  low  enough  in 
price  to  be  lavishly  long  and  wall-wide.  She 
made  the  tailored  slip  covers  and  upholstered 
back  pads  on  the  couch  of  tough  and  inex- 
pensive blue-green  corduroy.  She  made  the 
couch  pillows— three  to  match  the  curtains 
and  three  of  lime-green  felt. 

Other  economies  were:  having  the  mobile 
cabinets  and  the  metal  legs  and  frame  of  the 
coffee  table  made  by  local  workmen  instead 
of  buying  them  cold;  planning  to  use  the  box 
springs  and  mattresses  as  undisguised  beds 
in  a  future  guest  room;  and  above  all  dis- 
covering the  unbelievably  low  price  of  book 
paper,  that  marbled  paper  on  the  inside 
covers  of  lawbooks  and  dictionaries.  As  pic- 
tured, in  green,  black,  brown  and  white,  it 
cost  almost  nothing:  $7  for  both  alcove  walls. 
In  large  cities  there  are  special  paper  com- 
panies that  carry  it,  and  bookbinders  and 
stationers  anywhere  are  able  to  supply  it  in 
rolls  or  cut  into  squares.  All  prices  are 
given  in  the  budget  list.  The  sum  total  covers 
everything  shown  except  the  pictures,  books 
and  other  personal  oddments  belonging  to 
our  couple  before  they  set  up  housekeeping. 
All  items  are  pretty  generally  sold  the  country 
over. 

how  to  DO:  The  pads  on  the  back  rests 
were  buttoned  to  keep  the  cotton  from  slid- 
ing around"  inside.  To  button,  you  take  a 
stitch  through  button,  cover  and  padding 
with  an  upholsterer's  needle  and  heavy 
twine.  Cut  and  tie  the  twine  at  the  back. 
Repeat  at  regular  chalked  intervals.  The 
finished  pads  were  then  fastened  to  ply- 
wood backs  by  bed  hooks,  though  screws 
would  do.  .  .  .  Give  the  desk,  the  book- 
shelves above  it,  the  storage  chests  beside 
it,  and  the  wheeled  cabinets  two  coats  of 
blue-green  paint  and  another  of  clear 
varnish  to  produce  a  lacquered  effect.  While 
you're  about  it,  finish  the  sides  of  the  storage 
chests  as  well  as  the  fronts  so  that  you  can 
place  them  separately  in  another  apartment. 
Cover  the  top  of  the  desk  in  black  lino- 
leum. .  .  .  Between  the  paint  and  lacquer  jobs 
on  the  wheeled  cabinets,  give  them  a  spatter- 
dash  treatment.  Like  this:  Strike  the  heel  of 
a  three-  or  four-inch  paintbrush  against  some 
solid  object  about  two  feet  away  from  the 
piece  to  be  flecked.  Be  sure  you  have  very 
little  paint  on  the  brush  so  that  the  spatters 
turn  out  as  dots  instead  of  streaks.  .  .  .  Glue 
the  bamboo  tray  that  forms  the  coffee-table 
top  to  a  round  of  plywood,  and  shellac  it. 
Prevents  sagging  and  spotting. 


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OF  AN  ARTIST 

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-vouTcTbe  a  kina  ot  justicT-«ii  n  x<xr. 

When  I  was  in  the  city  a  short  time  ago, 
I  met  Lili  Kraus,  a  very  lovely  and  famous 
pianist,  just  beginning  a  concert  tour  of  the 
United  States.  She  and  her  husband  and 
two  children  were  interned  for  three  years 
in  a  Japanese  prison  camp.  I  kept  thinking 
of  the  courage  it  took  to  survive  that  anc 
still  go  on  with  one's  career.  The  humai 
spirit  has  reserves  which  never  are  ex 
hausted,  I  thought. 

But  the  thing  that  impressed  me  the 
most  was  that  when  she  spoke  to  me,  sh( 
said,  "Come  over  here,  I  want  to  show  you 
something!"  She  had  pictures  of  her  chil 
dren  in  her  velvet  bag,  and  she  wanted  t< 
talk  about  how  wonderful  they  were,  anc 
what  they  were  doing.  She  never  men. 
tioned  her  art  or  her  tour  or  her  reviews 
but  she  told  me  all  about  the  school  the  son 
was  in  and  the  success  of  the  daughter  in 
the  Old  Vic  company.  I  felt  very  happy  aa 
I  took  a  last  look  at  the  two  pictures  an 
wished  her,  not  a  successful  tour,  but  ho: 
ors  for  the  son  and  a  leading  part  for  th 
daughter ! 

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137 


There  is  still  snow  in  the  hollows,  but  the  pond  ice  is  gone. 
Here,  in  this  favorite  picnic  spot,  the  brooks  run  sweet  and  singing. 


Diary 
of 


Domesticity 


By  GLADYS  TABER 


FF  with  the  storm  windows,  and  live  to 
regret  it.  But  never  mind,  that  first 
hopeful  blowing  down  the  hills  of 
spring  is  not  to  be  ignored.  I  feel  so 
ch  closer  to  the  outside  when  there  is 
y  one  pane  of  glass  between  us. 
The  March  wind  is  the  only  one  I  like, 
len  other  winds  blow,  I  feel  tired  and 
h  for  a  still  place  to  wait  it  out.  But  the 
firch  wind  is  a  wonderful,  brave,  freeing 
i  id  and  I  always  think  it  would  be  fine  to 
]  t  up  a  parasol  for  a  sail  and  be  carrried 
*  ay  goodness  knows  where  with  the  wind. 

The  March  wind  comes  .from  the  place 
'  ere  dreams  are  born,  and  where  the 
i  icorn  seeks  his  stable  in  the  cold  months. 
'.  will  be  violet  time  before  he  comes  to 
11 :  old  orchard,  but  when  the  wind  blows, 
1  lifts  his  head  and  stamps  softly  and 
:  Is  his  restless  heart  beating. 
There  is  still  snow  in  the  hollows,  but  the 
;'nd  ice  is  gone.  The  brooks  run  sweet  and 
uging.  George's  barnyard  is  afloat  and 
p  cows  make  deep  sloshing  sounds. 
This  past  winter,  almost  everybody  in 
2  East  has  learned  to  value  water.  We 
J  a  curious  people.  Year  in  and  year  out 
the  cities,  faucets  leak,  tubfuls  of  water 
i  run.  I  have  known  apartments  where 
e  water  almost  never  got  turned  off.  No- 
■dy  thought  anything  about  it. 
But  one  day  last  fall,  we  had  occasion  to 
live  past  the  reservoir  sections  some  few 
(iles  from  our  valley.  It  was  like  a  fore- 
jste  of  the  end  of  the  world  to  see  the 
tank  cracked  water  beds.  A  single  long- 
Uged  bird  walked  in  the  middle  of  the 
jeat  waste.  Near  us  a  rowboat  was 
Iranded,  with  widening  seams.  Pale  green 
rass  reached  to  the  oarlocks. 
I  could  imagine  the  world  ending  right 
sen  and  there,  at  least  our  own  world, 
jerhaps  centuries  later,  some  geologist 
|ould  find  the  footprints  of  that  long- 
Igged  bird  set  in  stone,  as  my  father  used 
» find  prints  of  prehistoric  birds  in  shale. 


It  is  a  pity  we  can  never  appreciate  what 
we  are  blessed  with  until  it  is  menaced. 
Now  we  know  what  a  miracle  fresh  water 
can  be,  when  it  is  measured  out  to  us! 

Some  of  our  neighbors  in  the  country  had 
dry  wells,  and  cattle  to  water.  Carrying 
pail  after  pail  from  some  still-flowing  spring 
is  not  an  easy  task.  We  worried  about  fire 
too.  Our  own  well  went  dry  only  once,  during 
a  week  end  when  too  many  people  took 
showers.  But  it  is  a  worrisome  thing  to 
hang  over  with  a  flashlight  and  peer  down 
into  the  damp,  quiet  dark  of  the  well  and 
see  far  down  a  faint  runnel  of  water. 

I  suppose  I  am  foolish,  but  I  can't  help 
feeling  if  we  continue  to  experiment  with 
dropping  atom  bombs,  we  may  upset  the 
earth's  natural  balance  sufficiently  to  lose 
everything  we  need  to  maintain  life.  There 
would  be  a  kind  of  justice  in  it  too. 

When  I  was  in  the  city  a  short  time  ago, 
I  met  Lili  Kraus,  a  very  lovely  and  famous 
pianist,  just  beginning  a  concert  tour  of  the 
United  States.  She  and  her  husband  and 
two  children  were  interned  for  three  years 
in  a  Japanese  prison  camp.  I  kept  thinking 
of  the  courage  it  took  to  survive  that  and 
still  go  on  with  one's  career.  The  human 
spirit  has  reserves  which  never  are  ex- 
hausted, I  thought. 

But  the  thing  that  impressed  me  the 
most  was  that  when  she  spoke  to  me,  she 
said,  "Come  over  here,  I  want  to  show  you 
something!"  She  had  pictures  of  her  chil- 
dren in  her  velvet  bag,  and  she  wanted  to 
talk  about  how  wonderful  they  were,  and 
what  they  were  doing.  She  never  men- 
tioned her  art  or  her  tour  or  her  reviews, 
but  she  told  me  all  about  the  school  the  son 
was  in  and  the  success  of  the  daughter  in 
the  Old  Vic  company.  I  felt  very  happy  as 
I  took  a  last  look  at  the  two  pictures  and 
wished  her,  not  a  successful  tour,  but  hon- 
ors for  the  son  and  a  leading  part  for  the 
daughter ! 

(Continued  on  Page  139) 


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WHEN  IS  A  LUXURY  A  BARGAIN  ? 
WHEN  ITS  A  BEAUT/REST  J 


Everybody  loves  luxury.  But  when  you  can  buy  lux- 
ury at  a  bargain  price— then  you've  hit  the  shopper's 
jack  pot. 

Here's  why  Beautyrest*  is  such  a  "luxury  bargain." 

Beautyrcst.  you  know,  is  the  world's  most  comfort- 
able mattress  (see  proof  below).  It  gives  heavenly  com- 
fort years  after  "cheaper"  mattresses  are  worn  out. 

Now  here's  what  makes  it  such  a  great  bargain. 


Beautyrest  is  guaranteed  for  at  least  10  years.  Its  price 
is  $59.50.  When  you  stretch  this  price  across  the  10 
years,  it  comes  down  to  only  $5.95  a  year. 

Where  in  this  wide  world,  we  ask,  can  you  find  a 
better  mattress  value,  a  better  mattress  bargain  if  you 
will,  than  that? 

Why  not  see  this  great  mattress  buy  at  your 
dealer's?  Why  not  see  it  today? 


See  Inside  of  mattress  before  you  buy! 


-ORDINARY"  INNERSPRING  CONSTRUCTION 


X-Roy  Mattress  Demonstrator  In  your 
store  shows  why  Beautyrest  is  the  best. 


].  Beautyrest  is  different.  Top  picture 
shows  "ordinary"  mat  tress.  Springs,  wired 
together,  force  each  other  down  when  you 
lie  on  them.  Cause  dips  and  sacs.  But. 
Beaut \  rest  is  different— gives  every  pari  of 

j our  bodj  correct  support. 


2,  Here's  why.  In  Beautj  rest,  each  of  the 
8"7  springs  is  individually  pocketed.  Each 
fpring  acts  on  its  own.  Proof— a  glass  of 
water  will  stay  upright  when  surrounding 

BOrings  are  pushed  down.  Means  mi  hollows. 

Only  wonderful,  wonderful  comfort. 


3.  Takes  740,744  more  poundings  froi 

the  Torture-Tester   (a  L27~>-\h.  roller)  ! 
United  States  Testing  Co.  Laboratory 
That  means  Beautyrest  will  last  twice 
long  as  next  best  mattress  tested.  Guars 
teed  for  10  years  against  structural  ilcfci 


Says  "Thanks"  for  22  years  of  luxu 

To  Simmons  Company 
Dear  Friends. 

I  call  you  friends,  because  you  are  tl" 
people  who  made  my  Beautyrest  niattrr 
almost  l2'2  years  ago. 

And  I  just  wanted  you  to  know  that  thj 
wonderful  mattress  is  still  as  luxurious  ae 
comfortable  as  the  day  I  bought  it. 

Thanks  for  making  such  a  supc>| 
mattress. 

Sincerely, 
Mrs.  Alice  Bennett 
•  Woodstock,  Vermont 


Onfy  SIMMONS  makes  BEAUTY&ESf 

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g  singer,  Belva  Kibbler.  Belva  has  a 
gift,  one  of  those  voices  like  the  soul  of 
y,  and  she  has  a  serene,  pure,  dark 
ty  to  go  with  it.  But  I  think  best  of  all  is 
Belva  is  such  a  nice  girl ! 
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o  thinking  about  art  and  artists.  With- 
nusic  and  painting  and  poetry,  life,  I 
?ht,  would  be  like  that  barren  reservoir, 
rid  waste  drying  under  the  sun.  The 
and  the  heart  must  be  fed,  the  soul 
be  nourished  or  we  are  not  breathing 
t  all.  We  must  have  beauty, 
d  the  difference,  it  seemed  to  me,  be- 
II  i  the  true  artist  and  the  synthetic  is  not 
jluch  the  instrument  itself  as  it  is  in  the 
plicter  of  the  artist.  The  desire  to  share, 
[  mmunicate,  not  the  technique,  is  the 
Ljevidence  of  the  true  artist. 
Basic  is  the  art  I  personally  love  best,  for 
H:  goes  so  directly  to  the  heart.  But 
lly  can  be  music,  too,  if  it  is  good  poetry. 
■I  poetry  can  be  always  at  hand,  it  is  a 
Ipg  that  never  fades  in  the  air. 

mked  in  my  heart  while  the  wild  swans 
i  nt  over, 

I  is  is  music  as  Miss  Millay  sings  it. 

mvhat  did  I  see  that  I  had  not  seen  before? 

II  a  question  less  or  a  question  more ; 
wing  to  match  the  flight  of  wild  birds  flying. 

jay  the  lines  to  myself,  and  find  ease  in 
,  and  feel  grateful  to  Edna  St.  Vincent 
iy  for  sharing  them  with  the  world. 
>wn  along  the  brook 
re  the  ground  is 
hy,  the  first  strong 
sh  green  is  showing 
a  scimitar  of  spring, 
wish  they  could  have 
:d  this  forerunner 
2thing  other  than 
k  cabbage.  I  suppose 
is  an  unpronounceable  botanical  name, 
1 1  shall  never  get  around  to  looking  up, 
o  common  folk  it  is  the  skunk  cabbage 
lways  will  be.  And  it  has  a  lovely  glossy 
:d  spear,  and  comes  so  early,  and  grows 
porously.  It  is  an  affirmation  of  rebirth 
:  earth. 

ieve,  I  know,  finds  all  sorts  of  mysteries 
in  the  meadow  and  swamp,  for  she 
s  home  dripping  and  with  a  weedy  fringe 
id  her  muzzle.  She,  for  one,  can  travel 
the  March  wind,  and  not  be  left  behind. 
Hje  cockers  collect  every  single  leftover 
i  s  soon  as  the  snow  is  gone.  The  puppies 
p|  their  ears  tied  up  in  knots  with  them, 
»'  he  older  dogs  are  not  above  acquiring  a 
a  :et  of  stick-tights  when  they  are  investi- 
1  g  the  fresh  scent  by  the  briar  patch. 
Uder  the  bird  feeder  lie  heaps  of  broken 
from  the  winter  meals,  but  the  birds  are 
)w  on  their  own  business.  Esme  walks 
itely  where  the  sun  is  warmest. 

ER  is  gone.  The  death  of  a  cat  would 
a  small  matter  to  many  people.  For  us, 
is  our  friend  and  companion;  for  Esme, 
as  the  love  of  her  life.  He  was  sturdy 
independent,  wise  beyond  telling,  and 
a  dry,  Yankee  sense  of  humor,  although 
!  is  by  birth  a  Manx.  He  was  a  thinking 
1  Born  in  an  upstairs  closet,  he  was  as 
i  i  a  part  of  Stillmeadow  as  the  beams 
I  Drting  the  rooftree.  He  was  industrious 
nit  mice,  and  felt  himself  responsible  for 
<  velfare  of  us  all,  and  he  was  indulgent 
il  Esme's  whims,  but  able  to  put  her  in 
a  lace  if  she  got  too  silly.  I  hope  St.  Peter 
il  ind  a  special  place  for  him  by  the  hearth 
aven. 

;ood  many  people  have  asked  me  what  I 
;1  <?e  about  death.  It  is  easier  to  say  what 
l'  >elieves  about  life. 

'  iere  is  a  good  deal  of  evil  and  a  good  deal 
rrow  in  life,  and  I  find  it  quite  easy  to 
:1  ve  that  those  might  end.  But  the  good 
>'  :he  happy  things  in  life,  I  never  believe 
u :  is  an  end  to.  I  think  we  never  lose  those 
e  >ve  unless  we  mean  to. 

>es  anyone  really  understand,  for  in- 
I  e,  the  passage  of  time?  Yesterday,  to- 


^  Impatient  people  water 
*f  their  miseries  and  hoe  up 
their  comforts.   SPURGEON. 


day  and  tomorrow.  If  we  really  knew,  then 
we  might  understand  death.  The  seasons 
come  and  go,  apparent  changes  come  to  our 
lives,  but  suppose  everything  that  has  ever 
happened  is  really  only  in  a  separate  part  of 
time?  Not  dead  or  destroyed,  but  only  out- 
side our  limited  vision. 

This  March  day,  for  instance,  I  can  feel  the 
wind  and  sun  and  watch  the  breaking  clouds 
on  the  deep  wave  of  sky,  and  it  is  the  sun  and 
it  is  the  wind  and  those  are  the  clouds  I  ex- 
perienced when  I  was  a  small  girl  coming 
home  from  school  and  hearing  my  mother's 
voice  as  I  opened  the  door  and  brought  in 
half  the  mud  of  Wisconsin  on  my  shoes. 

Quite  certainly  my  mother  is  not  lost  to 
me,  although  the  accident  of  death  altered 
the  superficial  aspect  of  things.  So  I  think  it 
always  is,  and  maybe  what  I  mean  is  that 
love  itself  is  immortality,  or  partakes  of  it 
and  understands  it. 

Busy  as  life  in  the  country  always  is,  there 
is  time  to  think,  and  I  often  wish  I  had 
studied  philosophy  so  I  could  phrase  better 
the  ideas  I  work  out.  At  the  time  when  I 
might  have  learned  some  of  the  world's  wis- 
dom, I  was  too  intent  on  wondering  whether 
I  had  a  letter  from  my  love  in  the  next  mail ! 

The  trouble  with  my  thinking  is  that  I  de- 
flect so  easily.  My  mind  is  a  kaleidoscope, 
full  of  lovely  broken  colors  that  just  begin  to 
make  a  pattern  when  the  glass  is  shaken  and 
everything  is  changed.  I  dare  say  those  new 
wonder  machines  that  think,  the  giant  brains, 
never  have  an  odd  thought  poking  in. 

And  also,  I  may  say,  I  am  sure  Mr.  Ein- 
stein is  never  interrupted  while  he  is  probing 
a  new  profound  truth  about  the  universe 
with  having  to  make  an 
omelet  for  luncheon!  On 
the   other  hand,  where 
would   all   the  great 
thinkers  be  if  somebody 
did  not  dash  out  to  the 
kitchen  three  times  a  day 
and  serve  forth  the  one 
thing  that  life  is  impossi- 
ble without — namely,  food!  I  wonder  if 
Mrs.  Socrates  ever  worried  about  the  stewed 
pigeon  for  dinner  while  Socrates  was  uttering 
philosophy? 

Food  for  thought,  food  for  the  spirit  from 
the  arts,  and  food  for  the  body.  The  hunger 
of  man  is  a  complex  affair,  and  it  takes  many 
things  to  feed  him  completely. 

Another  winter  has  gone  and  the  bright 
sunlight  washes  over  the  house  and  the  gar- 
den, where  now  the  frost  is  coming  from  the 
ground.  It  is  time  to  rake  and  clean,  do  a 
little  last-minute  pruning,  mend  the  gate, 
clear  the  straw  from  the  kennels. 

All  the  dogs  need  brushing  and  trimming, 
for  warm  weather  is  just  around  the  corner 
and  the  heavy  fur  coats  are  shaggy.  Only 
Maeve  keeps  the  sheer  satin  of  the  Irisher 
and  needs  only  a  quick  combing. 

On  a  warm  day  we  begin  shampooing,  and 
the  yard  is  filled  with  cockers  racing  and 
tearing.  Even  after  a  thorough  toweling,  they 
feel  they  can  dry  themselves  better  by 
scrubbing  over  the  dry  grass  or  ironing 
themselves  out  in  the  gravel  of  the  drive. 

Little  Sister,  however,  prefers  to  finish 
drying  on  my  bed,  and  scrabbles  the  covers 
up  around  her  as  she  settles  firmly  down. 
Honey  waits  by  the  stove  dignified  and  re- 
signed. She  has  always  liked  to  be  beautiful, 
and  bathing  is  rather  a  pleasure.  The  boys, 
especially  Jerry,  feel  it  is  a  nuisance;  who 
wants  to  be  clean  anyway? 

Just  around  sunset,  Honey  and  I  take  a 
small  walk  to  feel  the  brave  young  spring 
coming  over  the  hill.  The  bare  branches 
of  the  trees  have  a  different  look  against 
the  cool  color  of  the  sky.  The  sharp 
purity  of  line  is  softened,  a  promise  of 
leaves  to  come.  In  sheltered  places  the  grass 
is  strongly  pushing  up.  Honey  has  a  wise 
eye  out,  expecting  a  robin. 

How  beautiful  the  world  is,  how  infinitely 
exciting!  The  sky  and  the  meadow  and  the 
little  house  are  suddenly  blazing  with  color 
as  the  sun,  like  a  great  golden  galleon,  turns 
her  prow  toward  the  waters  of  night.  And 
yes,  there  is  our  robin,  an  important  minor 
executive  of  spring,  and  a  sure  sign  that  we 
shall  be  picking  violets  any  day !    the  end 


Mrs.  Dudley  Brown  of  Leawood,  Kansas  says:  "My  Sunchek  Venetian 
blinds  are  seven  years  old,  yet  look  like  new.  The  slats  are  easily 
cleaned;  they  resist  dirt  and  fading  due  to  washing  or  sunshine." 

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with  bathtub  hose.  They're  color- 
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Suncheks  weigh  only  '/a  as  much  as 

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By  MARGARETTA  STEVENSON 


Taking  an  honest  look  at  my  meal  planning,  I  find  that  what 
we  have  to  eat  depends  on  the  kind  of  mood  I  am  in.  By  eooking 
what  I  feel  like  eooking,  I  never  get  bored  with  the  meal-making 
job,  and  our  meals  are  never  monotonous. 


HOI  SK-I  I.KAMX;  »AV 

For  instance,  on  a  "ridding  out" 
day,  when  I  feel  bustling  and  efficient, 
with  a  broom  in  my  hand  and  my  sail 
up,  food  is  a  matter  to  be  dealt  with 
expeditiously.  For  such  days,  these 
meals  have  the  virtue  of  being  both 
quick  and  hearty. 

For  Lunch — Fish  Chowder, 

Green  Salad 
For  Dinner — Acorn  Squash  with 

Hash.  Vpple  Dumplings 

FISH  CHOW  DER 

It  is  possible  to  make  this  dish  en- 
tirely of  canned  fish,  though  a  good 
New  Fnglander  would  shudder  at  the 
thought.  However,  it  is  well  to  know 
that  clams,  cither  minced  or  whole, 
-hiimp,  sea  mussels,  lobsters,  crabs, 
and  perhaps  others  I  am  not  aware  of, 
come  in  cans  and  may  be  combined  in 
an  acceptable  chowder.  Or  you  can 
use  fresh  and  oysters  and  piece 
them  out  with  some  canned  goods.  It 
is  a  hearty  dish  for  hungi)  people, 
and  a  special  favorite  with  men.  The 
I>;ihs  is  a  good  New  Knglaml  chowder. 

Poach  (  poundi  haddock  and  cod  In 

■altod  wilier  tO  cover  jusl  until  llesli 
InriiH  while  —  11I1011I   10  mimilcs.  Dice 


pound  salt  pork  anil  try  it  out — fry, 
if  that  word  makes  more  sense  to 
you — till  golden  brown  in  the  ketlle  in 
which  you're  going  to  make  the  chow- 
der. Take  out  pork  scraps  for  use 
later.  Slice  3  medium-sized  onions  and 
brown  lightly  in  the  fat.  Cube  or  slice 
10  peeled  medium-sized  potatoes  and 
add  to  that.  Cover  with  lish  slock  and 
enough  water  just  to  cover,  and  boil 
till  potatoes  and  onions  are  done  (about 
20  minutes).  Flake  (ish,  removing  all 
skin  and  bone,  and  add.  Just  before 
serving,  add  2  quarts  milk,  sail  and 
pepper  to  taste.  Heat  just  i<>  boil,  but 
do  not  allow  actually  to  boil.  Sprinkle 
pork  scraps  on  top.  Serve  with  a  split 
sea  biscuit  in  the  bottom  of  each  soup 
plate.  This  will  sen  e  6  as  a  main  dish. 

This  is  the  orthodox  New  Kngland 
recipe  and  as  far  as  any  New  Fng- 
lander will  go.  Any  tampering  with  it 
is  considered  rank  heresy.  Hut  il  you 
want  to  add  oysters  or  clams  or  even 
lobster  or  shrimp  to  it  or  substitute 
for  the  fresh  fish  any  or  all  the  canned 
hsh  mentioned  above,  you'll  still  have 
a  mighty  tasty  chowder,  and  lie  on 
orthodoxy!  A  green  salad  is  all  you 
need  with  ibis  for  a  meal. 

ACORIN  sot  iSIl  w  n  il  hash 

Sjdil    acorn  squashes,  remove  the 

seed-,  aprinltle  the  inaidea  with  salt 


I  I  I 


u  I  popper  and  put  a  lump  of  butter 
margarine  in  each.  Bake  in  a  mod- 
le  oven — 350°  F. — for  about  45 
niies.  About  10  minutes  before  they 

I  done,  fill  the  centers  with  chicken 

(  beef  hash  which  you  may  have  bad 
over,  or  use  canned  corned-beef 

|  .h.  Return  to  the  oven  and  finish 

i  .king.  Peas  are  good  with  this. 

"or  dessert,  apples  peeled,  cored, 
][:  whole  and  centers  stuffed  with 
J  ;ar,  cinnamon,  nutmeg  and  hits  of 
1  ster  or  margarine  and  then  wrapped 

ii  biscuit  dough  made  with  biscuit 
nare  quickly  done.  Bake  in  oven  with 

■  squash.  Serve  with  milk  or  cream. 

SHOPPING  DAY 
When  your  mind's  in  the  clouds  or 
shopping  for  a  new  hat,  you  may 
well  ignore  the  mundane  things 
it  are  pressing  to  be  done.  This  is 

■  time  to  use  a  little  sleight  of  hand 
th  quickies  and  have  fun  doing  it. 

|r  Lunch — Fresh  Vegetable  Soup, 
Bread  and  Butter,  Cheese  and  Fruit, 
r  Dinner — Pork  Chops,  Sweet 
Potatoes  and  Applesauce,  Green 
Salad,  Candy  for  dessert. 


FRESH  VEGETABLE  SOI  P 

Open  a  can  or  two  of  good  beef 
bouillon.  Dilute  it  according  to  direc- 
tions on  the  can,  then  add  a  lew  fresh 
raw  vegetables,  w  hatever  you  happen 
to  have  on  hand:  carrots  sliced  thinly; 
a  stalk  or  two  of  celery,  diced:  a  liltle 
chopped  onion:  cabbage,  shredded 
(cabbage  makes  it  particularly  good): 
a  floweret  or  two  of  cauliflower:  a  few 
peas  or  green  beans,  or  what  have  you. 
Season  to  taste.  You'll  find  if  you  use 
raw  vegetables  instead  of  cooked  left- 
overs that  the  soup  will  have  a  fresher, 
more  delicate  flavor.  Yet  it  takes  only 
5  minutes  to  do.  Incidentallv,  don't 
think  you  have  to  scrape  carrots,  for 
most  of  the  goodness  is  in  the  outer 
hide.  Scrub  well;  that's  all.  Let  the  soup 
simmer  half  an  hour.  Bread  and  butter, 
cheese,  fruit  complete  a  good  meal. 

SWEET  POTATOES 
AND  APPLESAUCE 

Open  a  can  of  sweet  potatoes  and 
one  of  applesauce.  In  a  buttered  cas- 
serole put  alternate  layers  of  the  sweet 
potatoes  and  applesauce.  Dot  the  top 
with  brown  sugar  and  butter  or  mar- 
garine and  bake  in  a  moderate  oven  — 
(Continued  on  Page  143) 


THESE  THINGS  HAVE  HELPED  >IE 

|»r  rveipvs,  reenrd*  and  nolvs.  Many  women  are  sold  on  using  3" 
|>  filing  cards  in  little  filing  cases  for  recipes.  If  you  extend  this  good 
bit  to  all  your  note  taking,  you  will  save  yourself  much  time  and  nerve 
lizzie  hunting  for  scraps  of  paper  on  which  you've  jotted  something 
.  wn.  For  instance:  Get  three  or  four  of  the  little  metal  or  wood  files 
,1111  tbedime  store;  use  one  for  filing  recipes;  one  for  repairs,  such  as  where 
get  silver  repaired,  chairs  recaned,  rugs  remade,  purses  cleaned  and 
ended,  and  so  on;  another  for  personal  friends,  with  names,  addresses 
d  telephone  numbers,  and  on  these  cards  you  can  jot  down  names  of 
ildren,  birthdays,  wedding  anniversaries,  and  so  on;  one  for  a  vacation 
h  with  the  notes  you've  taken  on  places  you've  been  and  the  informa- 
nt you're  collecting  on  places  to  go.  Then  get  the  habit  of  keeping  these 
'  x  5"  filing  cards  near  you;  keep  a  few  in  your  pocketbook,  some  on  the 
elf  over  the  kitchen  sink,  others  beside  your  bed  and  near  the  chair 
lere  you  read  and  sew.  This  saves  transcribing  notes  you've  made  on 
I  raps  of  paper  (or  even  in  a  notebook)  and  you  can  always  find  what 
u're  looking  for. 

uou're  watvhina  if  our  irvit/ht.  Lunches  are  always  a  problem;  it's 
Isiest  to  pick  up  a  sandwich  at  home,  but  not  the  best  for  your  waist- 
le.  Instead,  eat  a  handful  of  raisins  and  a  handful  of  nuts  with  a  glass 
milk.  Very  satisfying. 

trivh  with  prepared  flours.  If  you  want  to  make  biscuits  or  pa  li- 
kes made  with  prepared  flours  taste  like  something  your  grandmother 
ed  to  make,  mix  them  with  sour  cream  or  milk  and  add  a  little  baking 
da,  about  %  teaspoonful  to  1  cup  of  flour,  depending  somewhat  on  how 
ur  your  cream  or  milk  is.  You  can  tell  by  the  smell  of  the  batter  or 

ugh.  If  it  smells  sweet,  you're  all  right.  If  your  cakes  or  biscuits  have  a 
ghtly  bitter  taste  or  brown  speckles,  you've  put  in  too  much  soda. 


One  good  dish  is  better  than  many  courses  and  a  tired  hostess. 


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.—for  half  an  hour  until  the  flavor  is 
1  and  the  top  is  brown.  Serve  this 
>rk  chops,  sausage,  bacon  or  ham  for  a 
■I  ind-easy  dinner.  Add  a  green  salad 
the  children  make  some  candy  for 


All  gardeners  know  better 
than  other  gardeners. 

—CHINESE  PROVERB 


Simple  Things  are  Best 

Jr  a  gay,  lighthearted  day,  you  are 
H to  feel  slightly  guilt-stricken.  The 
•(  principles  of  your  pioneer  ancestors 
ijyou  and  you  resolve  to  cling  to  sim- 
|  nest  standards.  This  is  the  day  when 
light  in  household  chores  and  simple, 
rj  fare  for  the  family, 
i  inch — Black-Bean  Soup  with  Rice, 
een  Salad. 

j  nner — Salt  Pork  and  Gravy,  Riced 
[  tatoes,  Broccoli,  Apple  Pie. 

jACK-BEAN  SOUP  AND  RICE 

M  ve  people  in  many  parts  of  the  world, 
lung  the  Indians  in  South  America, 
1 1  lost  entirely  on  rice  and  black  beans, 
ifry  good  eating  it  is  too.  If  you  haven't 
rjjus  one  on  your  family,  you  have  a 
a  e  coming. 

Hi  a  can  of  black-bean  soup.  Dilute  it 
Water  or  consomme  somewhat,  until  it 
k|  -onsistency  of  a  thick  gravy.  Heat  it 

■  hot.  Add  2  hard-cooked  eggs,  sliced, 
live  it  over  warm  rice,  as  you  would  a 
yj'And  with  it  a  salad — a  simple  green 

■  i  best,  with  French  dressing. 
By  woman  has  her  pet  way  of  cooking 

■  every  grain  will  stand  alone,  but  here 
l '  mple  method  that 

I  Let  the  rice  bubble  MMMMBBi 
(I  ii  lots  of  boiling, 
■water  for  about  12 
Is.  You  can  tell  by 
ifig  a  silver  fork 

in  i  the  water  when  ^mmh 

ins  start  to  soften, 
Bj  not  yet  done.  That  is  the  time  to  take 
flje  range.  Pour  the  rice  into  a  colander, 
fefff  the  starch  in  either  cold  or  hot 

■  then  set  the  colander  over  hot  water 
Hi  range.  Cover  with  a  clean  towel  to 
o  i  he  steam  and  let  the  rice  steam  done, 
■[mother  10  minutes.  Be  sure  the  water 
if  touch  the  bottom  of  the  colander. 

J  SALT  PORK  AND  GRAVY 
bJild-time  farm  dinner  for  people  who 
Bj  i  the  fields  makes  a  tasty  dish  for  city 
BJ  s  in  cooler  weather.  Take  slices  of 
llrk  and  soak  them  in  cold  water  for 

II  hour  or  more  to  take  out  most  of  the 
■lien  wipe  them  dry  and  fry  them  to  a 
irown.  Take  them  out  of  the  skillet  and 
BJ  n  aside  to  keep  warm  while  you  make 
Bjgravy  with  the  fryings.  (A^  tablespoon 
BJ  f  flour  smoothed  into  the  hot  fat  to 
BJ  nilk  is  added  slowly  and  stirred  con- 
BJ'ly  until  smooth  and  thickened.)  Sea- 
BJ  gravy  with  salt  and  pepper  and  serve 
BJ  the  pork  over  hot,  mealy,  riced  po- 
BJ  or  a  dish  that's  fit  for  a  king.  With  it, 

n  vegetable,  broccoli  or  Brussels 
for  your  conscience.  A  farm  kitchen 
produce  an  apple  pie  for  dessert,  and 
juld  be  my  choice  too. 

eelinii  a  Little  Homesick? 

the  mending  basket,  you  get  to 
ig  of  the  good  old  days.  Your  moth- 
>pers!  Never  saw  so  much  food  before 
e.  Friends  used  to  gather  round  to 
tow  she  handled  her  piecrust;  she  had 
;ht  a  touch.  And  those  fluffy  biscuits, 
we  might  practice  up  a  bit  on  some 
e  old  dishes. 

inch,  or  Dinner — 

illoped  Oysters,  Spiced  Peaches, 

een  Salad. 

SCALLOPED  OYSTERS 

old-time  favorite  deserves  a  revival, 
od  only  if  it  is  perfectly  done  and  if  it 
l  the  precise  moment  it  comes  out  of 
;n.  It  gets  soggy  if  it  stands.  But  it 
ird  to  make  if  you  recognize  there  are 


L43 

two  tricks  to  it.  One  is  use  onlv  cracker 
crumbs  (not  bread  crumbs)  anil  don't 
crumble  them  too  fine.  Put  alternate  layers 
of  cracker  crumbs  and  drained  oysters  into 
a  greased  casserole  with  salt,  pepper  and 
generous  dots  of  butter  or  margarine  on  each 
layer.  The  second  trick  is  to  use  just  the  right 
amount  of  milk  and  oyster  liquor.  1  know  the 
old  cooks  never  measured  it,  and  I  can  onlv 
pass  along  what  I  was  taught.  But  it  isn't 
too  hard  to  get  the  "feel,""  and  with  a  little 
practice  you  can  make  it  just  as  well  as  your 
grandmother.  It  is  so  delicious  when  it's 
right  it  is  worth  the  effort.  As  you  gently 
pour  the  milk  into  vour  casserole  of  crumbs 
and  oysters,  take  a  fork  and  separate  the 
mixture  at  various  places  so  the  milk  will 
penetrate  to  the  bottom.  You  don't  want  it 
too  wet  or  it  will  be  soggy;  neither  do  you 
want  it  too  dry.  You  have  just  the  right 
amount  when  the  crumbs  have  absorbed  the 
milk  with  no  excess  milk  standing  in  the  dish. 
Don't  let  it  be  soupy.  Bake  in  a  moderate 
oven — 350°  F. — 35  or  Id  minutes  or  until 
brown  on  top. 

If  you  want  to  build  up  this  dish  to  the 
importance  of  a  main  dish  for  a  dinner,  add 
shrimp  (either  canned  or  fresh  peeled  raw), 
and  fillet  of  halibut  or  haddock  to  the  oys- 
ters. Be  sure  to  feel  the  fillets  carefullv  and 
make  sure  all  the  bones  have  been  taken 
out.  This  with  a  green  salad  makes  a  wonder- 
ful meal.  The  old-timers  always  served 
spiced  peaches  with  scalloped  oysters. 

For  That  Wanderlust  Feeling 

Ever  get  the  itching  heel?  You  feel  if  you 
could  only  get  in  the  old  car  and  start  going 

  places,   the  end  of  the 

rainbow  would  be  there. 
But  with  children  to  look 
after  and  a  husband  whose 
none-too-reluctant  feet 
are  turned  toward  dinner, 
probably  the  best  solution 
is  to  take  it  out  in  some  good  foreign  food. 
Here  are  two  recipes  that  are  practical  for 
everyday  eating. 

For  Dinnei — Bitochki,  Green  Salad,  Peru- 
vian Oranges. 

The  first  is  Russian  and  has  the  not-to-be- 
disregarded  advantage  of  making  the  cheap- 
est grade  of  hamburger  go  twice  as  far  and 
taste  twice  as  good. 


\\U  '/. 


BITOCHKI 

To  1  pound  chopped  beef,  take  2 


cups 


stale  bread  broken  into  pieces.  Cut  off  all 
crusts,  soak  in  water  and  squeeze  out  like  a 
sponge.  Mix  meat  and  bread,  1  teaspoon  salt 
and  a  dash  of  pepper,  2  tablespoons  chopped 
onion  and  2  tablespoons  sour  cream  or  you 
can  add  I  egg.  Mix  perfectly  with  your  hands. 
Make  little  balls  and  roll  in  homemade 
crumbs  (dry  bread  toasted  and  ground;  you 
can  use  up  the  crusts).  Saute  in  hot  fat,  and 
as  they  are  ready,  take  out  of  the  skillet  and 
put  into  another  pan.  For  the  sauce:  Add  a 
little  butter  or  margarine  to  the  fryings  and 
^2  CUP  water.  Let  boil.  Add  pint  sour 
cream,  or  substitute  I  can  mushroom  soup 
and  l  2  C,1P  milk.  Don  t  let  sour  cream  boil. 
Blend  thoroughly,  then  pour  over  the  meat 
and  let  it  stand.  This  dish  does  not  have  to 
be  eaten  right  away;  in  fact,  the  longer  it 
stands  the  better  it  is.  Just  warm  gently 
again  and  serve  with  noodles,  rice  or  elbow 
macaroni. 

PERUVIAN  ORANGES 

This  delightful  dessert  was  served  in  a 
little  inn  built  by  the  Spaniards  three  hun- 
dred years  ago  high  up  in  the  Andes  at  (  luzco, 
Peru.  Use  small  navel  oranges,  which  are 
seedless  and  peel  easily,  one  for  each  person. 
Cut  off  the  two  ends  of  an  orange  (with  peel- 
ing) in  the  form  of  little  disks.  Spear  the  two 
disks  onto  a  silver  fork  so  that  the  curving 
sides  of  the  disks  touch.  Push  these  down  to 
the  base  of  the  fork.  This  is  to  keep  the  juice 
from  dripping.  Now  peel  the  rest  of  the 
orange,  and  be  sure  to  scrape  off  all  the  white 
(Continued  on  Page  145) 


Betty  Crocker 
of  General  Mills 


A  WONDERFUL  SOFTASILK  CAKE 
YOU  CAN'T  MAKE  WITH  A  MIX 

It's  your  own  lovely  cake  from 
start  to  finish.  Yet  even  a  begin- 
ner can  make  it  easily,  with  this 
Betty  Crocker  recipe  and  Softasilk 
Cake  Flour. 

Softasilk,  you  see,  is  especially 
milled  for  America's  finest  cakes.  And 
this  Softasilk  recipe  was  developed  so 
you  can  whip  up  an  exceptional  cake 

in  just  1  minutes,  in  jus1  one  bowl, 
without  creaming  shortening  or  beat- 
ing eggs.  General  Mills 


lii  Betty  Crocker  Double-QuickandCliiffon 
Cake  Rtcipet  with  Softasilk  package. 

If  you  tine  at  an  altitude  over  t,600  feet, 
write  Hetty  Crocker,  General  .1/ ilia,  .1/  in- 
neapolis  I ,  M  inn.,  for  recipe  a  lj  usl mails. 
Specify  recipe  wanted. 


-A  SPECIAL  CAKE  FLOUR  -fir 


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■  the  orange  onto  the  fork,  then 
lowdered  sufrar  mixed  with  pow- 
jiinoii.  Eat  it  from  the  fork  like  a 


Parly  l»si>- 

ian  with  a  family,  no  maul,  and 
i  do  is  apt  to  throw  up  her  hands 
thought  of  having  company  ami 
e!   The  same  is  true  of  a  woman 

0  co-ordinate  a  part-time  maid 
when  her  f  riends  can  come.  And 
nan  who  works,  having  guests 
ore  trouble  than  it's  worth.  Yet 
;op  the  easy  grace  of  not  trying 
ial"  for  company,  most  of  the 
sion  that  goes  into  making  par- 
n  the  hostess  is  relieved.  Don't 
■  much  when  you're  having  com- 

1  good  dish  superlatively  done  is 
several  courses  with  a  tired 

can  mostly  be  done  ahead  of 


CHICKKN  CASSEROLE 
Roast  a  chicken  the  daj  before,  u^inj;  any 
good  reeipe  for  a  chestnut  stuffing.  Take  the 
chicken  off  the  bones.  Set  the  stuffing  to  one 
side.  \ii<l  make  a  gravy  with  the  juices  from 
the  roast.  using  Hour  and  the  necessar) 
water.  Put  prunes  to  soak  overnight,  and 
use  the  largest  prunes  yon  can  buy.  Next 
morning  make  a  slit  in  the  side  of  each 
prune,  remove  the  stone,  and  till  the  easily 
with  the  chestnut  stuffing  from  the  chicken. 
Holl  each  prune  in  a  strip  of  bacon.  Keason- 
ahly  soon  before  your  company  arrives, 
broil  these  bacon-rolled  prunes  until  the 
bacon  is  crisp  and  brown:  In  a  casserole  put 
alternate  layers  of  the  slices  of  chicken,  peas 
which  have  been  previously  cooked,  and  the 
prunes.  Pour  over  enough  of  the  chicken 
gravy  to  he  a  hinder,  and  half  an  hour  before 
you  are  readv  to  eal.  put  the  casserole  in  a 
moderate  oven,  350°  F.,  to  heal  and  blend. 
If  von  prefer,  you  can  add  the  prunes  as  a 
lop  layer  to  the  casserole  of  chicken  and 
peas  just  a  little  while  before  it  is  done.  The 
bacon  slavs  crisper  this  way.  V  green  salad 
is  all  you  need  with  this  dish,  with  cake  and 
coffee  for  dessert. 


GEORDIE 

(Continued  from  Page  38) 


er  and  smaller  than  she  was,  but 
a  year  older,  that  made  them 
iy  were  good  pals,  growing  up  to- 
i  place  where  folk  were  scarce, 
alked  fast  up  the  path  between  the 
•ireh  trees  and  out  on  to  the  open 

■  ;k  grouse  were  calling  all  round. 

■  e  tame  like  always  in  the  nesting 
llilf  dopey,  hardly  paying  heed  to 
■ind  Jean.  "Go  back,  go  back," 

|i,  and  the  wattles  were  swollen  and 
their  eyes. 

ordie  and  Jean  did  not  heed  them 
ey  were  going  to  the  eagles'  nest  at 
oi  the  glen.  Geordie's  dad  got  paid 
g  the  eagles  safe,  which  was  why 
adn't  told  him. 

hey  be  hatched  yet,  Geordie?" 
t  know.  It  takes  an  awful  long  time 
to  hatch." 

alked  for  another  hour  before  they 
of  the  golden  eagles  soaring  high 
lill. 

be  a  buzzard."  said  Jean  doubt  - 


'The  eagle 


Tempcramc 
that  is  loo  old 


couldn't,"  said  Geordie 
let  a  buzzard  fly 
lest.  Would  you,  ■ 
s  an  eagle?" 
as  silent,  not  chal- 
.eordie  on  his  own 
or  Geordie's  dad 
mekeeper  and 
nd  Jean's  dad  was 

.  Just  the  same  way,  Geordie 
have  a  right  knowledge  of  flowers 
tables,  not  like  the  knowledge  Jean 
rited  from  her  dad. 
>urn  was  much  smaller  now.  It 
p  the  glen  in  front  of  them,  and  the 
the  tumbling  water  was  always  in 
s.  It  was  brown  clear  water,  playing 

round  the  gray  stones  and  between 
/  banks:  peaceful  today,  but  it  could 

when  it  carried  the  torrents  of  a 
plout. 

passed  the  hill  bothy,  a  gray  stone 
a  stall  where  the  pony  could  wait  for 
tome  in  the  stalking  season.  Beyond 
he  hills  closed  in  tight  around  them, 
ie  had  been  up  many  times  with  his 
he  still  felt  a  lonely  feeling  there.  It 
i  thing  you  would  say  about;  you 
tst  feel  it  round  about  you  and  in  be- 
i  back  of  your  neck, 
a  kind  of  a  scary  place."  said  Jean 
ill  voice.  Being  a  girl,  she  could  say 
boy  wouldn't  want  to  be  saying, 
just  what  you're  used  to."  Geordie 
ie  was  used  to  it  and  she  wasn't, 
then  they  reached  the  very  head  of 
where  the  sun  didn't  shine.  The  eagle 
>ut  of  sight  above  the  hill, 
re's  the  nest,"  said  Geordie,  point- 
:he  hill  face  in  front  of  them. 


There  was  a  steep  bed  of  scree  and  above 
that  a  broken  cliff.  The  eyrie  was  on  a  ledge 
up  there.  They  could  see  part  of  the  tangled 
pile  of  sticks,  but  there  was  no  sign  of  either 
of  the  eagles. 

"We'll  sit,"  Geordie  stated. 
So  they  sat  down  against  a  rock  and 
waited  for  developments.  They  sat  for  a  long 
time  and  nothing  happened  and  the  warm- 
ness  died  out  of  them.  Jean  gave  a  shiver. 
She  had  on  her  old  kilt  and  a  jersey,  and  she 
had  thin  bare  legs.  She  looked  hardy,  more, 
like  a  boy  than  a  girl  except  for  the  long  pig- 
tails and  the  softer  face  she  had.  But  there 
was  nothing  soft  about  her.  Geordie  was 
wearing  the  shorts  made  out  of  dad's  old 
tweed,  and  he  was  beginning  to  feel  cold, 
too,  even  through  his  jersey. 

The  eagle  came  very  fast.  He  just  came 
from  nowhere,  and  they  both  saw  him  swoop 
low  across  the  rocks  with  a  blue  hare  in  his 
claws;  and  he  spread  all  the  feathers  of  .his 
wings  against  the  air  so  they  stood  out  like 
broad  fingers,  and  he  landed  at  the  nest. 

"The  eggs  must  be  hatched,"  said  Geor- 
die. He  stood  up.  There  wasn't  any  use  sitting 
there  getting  chilled  now 
■■■■■■■     that  the  eagle  liar]  come. 

Then  the  eagle  flew  again 
and  his  mate,  too,  and  they 
both  flew  round  above  the 
nest,  showing  first  against 
the  rock  and  then  against 
the  sky,  calling  all  the  time, 
said  Geordie.  "  We'll  just  take 


nl  is  temper 
t<>  spank. 

—LORD  BERNERS 


"Come  on, 
a  peek  and  come  away." 

So  he  began  to  climb  up  the  loose  slithery 
scree  with  Jean  struggling  along  behind  him. 
The  two  eagles  went  on  swinging  above 
them.  They  looked  terrible  big  and  dark  and 
fierce,  but  Geordie  was  going  to  see  the 
young  ones  in  the  nest.  That  was  what  he'd 
come  for,  and  even  an  eagle  has  a  worse  bark 
than  a  bite,  or  that  was  what  dad  said.  Dad 
said  a  missel  thrush  was  fiercer  at  the  nest 
than  an  eagle.  Still,  Geordie  couldn't  help 
knowing  that  a  missel  thrush  didn't  have 
beak  and  claws  strong  enough  to  tear  the 
head  off  you.  But  he  went  on.  Dad  said, 
"Even  if  you're  a  snippet  of  a  lad,  Geordie, 
I'll  grant  you  have  the  determination." 

Soon  he  reached  the  top  of  the  scree,  and 
he  stopped  a  minute  to  see  what  was  the  best 
way  to  go.  The  nest  wasn't  far  above,  thirty 
feet  maybe,  and  most  of  that  was  broken 
rock.  There  was  just  the  last  bit  below  the 
ledge  looked  more  difficult. 

One  of  the  eagles  dived  down  so  it  passed 
below  Geordie.  It  wasn't  close,  but  he  could 
hear  the  swish  of  the  wings  and  he  could  sec 
that  fierce  head  turned  to  watch  him  all  the 
way.  Geordie  waved  his  stick  at  it. 

Now  he  was  right  in  below  the  ledge  and 
Jean  was  still  close  behind  him.  He  could 
hear  the  young  ones  mewing  and  thrashing 


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about  up  there  at  their  dinner.  The  big 
eagles  were  stooping  closer. 

This  was  the ,  difficult  bit,  but  Geordie 
could  see  the  way  well  enough.  There  was 
just  the  one  way.  You  had  to  shuffle  along  a 
narrow  ledge  to  the  left  for  ten  feet  with  your 
hands  on  the  ledge  above,  where  the  nest 
was.  Then  when  you  got  farther  along,  the 
two  ledges  came  closer  together  and  you 
could  get  back  to  the  nest  along  the  top. 
There  was  a  bit  of  a  drop  below,  but  it  was 
easy  enough  if  the  eagles  didn't  take  a  dab  at 
you,  and  if  you  were  tall  enough  to  reach 
that  ledge. 

"Watch  out,  Geordie!"  said  Jean. 

He  swung  his  stick  again.  This  time  the 
eagle  was  close,  and  the  wind  of  its  passing 
was  a  very  loud  noise.  Geordie  tied  his  hankie 
onto  the  stick  and  gave  it  to  Jean.  "You 
wave  that,  Jean,"  he  said. 

He  wormed  his  way  onto  the  narrow  ledge 
and  stood  there,  reaching  up  with  his  hands; 
but  he  couldn't  reach  the  ledge  above.  All 
the  rest  of  the  rock  face  was  bare,  no  hand- 
holds. Geordie  tried  again,  standing  on  the 
very  tips  of  his  toes,  straining  his  hands  up 
till  he  was  near  busted.  But  he  couldn't  do  it. 
He  just  couldn't  reach,  and  he  knew  very 
well  that  there  was  no  way  he  could  get  up 
to  the  eagles'  nest.  It  was  an  awful  bad  feel- 
ing, with  him  having  the  idea  in  his  head  all 
these  weeks. 

He  sat  down  again  beside  Jean. 

"I'm  going,  Geordie,"  said  Jean.  She  had 
her  mouth  tight  closed  and  she  was  pale,  but 
he  knew  from  her  face  that  she  was  decided. 

He  said  nothing;  just  took  the  stick. 

Jean  stood  up.  Her  hobnailed  boots 
scuffled  on  the  rock.  She  reached  up  far. 
Then  she  had  her  fingers  on  the  ledge  and 
she  began  to  go  along  sideways,  taking  it 
slow.  There  she  was  with  her  droopy  tattered 
kilt  and  her  thin  girl's  body.  She's  a  braw 
lassie,  Geordie  thought,  and  he  felt  down- 
hearted that  it  was  her  and  not  him,  but 
proud  of  her  too. 

He  kept  swinging  the  stick  with  the  hankie 
on  it.  The  eagles  were  in  a  rare  state,  diving 


and  squealing  close  by  and  going 
round  like  a  circus,  and  Geordie  ha 
to  keep  them  off. 

Jean  had  reached  the  other  enc 
coming  back  along  the  top  le 
"There's  two  great  big  gogs  wit 
on  them,  Geordie." 

"Come  back,  Jean,"  he  called, 

She  hesitated  at  the  far  end  aga 
down  at  the  drop  below,  and  the 
shoulder  at  the  angry  birds  in  the 

"  Keep  your  eyes  on  the  rock ! " 
die  sharply. 

Then  she  slipped  along  the  ledge 
beside  him.  They  went  downhill 
broken  rocks,  over  the  rattling 
the  wet  shadows  where  the  sun  die 
and  on  till  they  came  to  the  m 
start  of  the  burn.  They  sat  down  i 
light  and  took  out  their  sandwi 
divided  them  up  so  that  they  each' 
of  cheese  and  half  of  pork. 

Geordie  looked  at  Jean.  "You'll 
he  said.  It  was  the  highest  praise 
side  him  and  he  had  to  give  it  to 
though  he  felt  terrible  that  a  girl 
what  he  hadn't  been  able  to  do.  H 
pork  one  first. 

Jean  blushed  scarlet.  "So 're  yi' 
die,"  she  said.  She  ate  th£  cheese 

But  even  if  it  was  Jean  who  di 
even  if  Geordie  knew  she  wouldn't 
folks,  he  couldn't  get  over  the  sit 
that  she  was  a  year  younger  and  h 
little.  It  stayed  with  him  all  the  u 
so  they  walked  without  speakint 
hardly  noticed  the  grouse  and  the  I 
and  the  whaup  crying  beside  the  be 
mother  mallard  taking  her  young  < 
swim  in  the  hill  loch.  Geordie  was 
himself.  Here  he  would  be  leaving  t 
soon,  and  no  bigger  than  a  bantam  i 
the  cockerels  and  pullets. 

They  stopped  where  the  paths  se 

Jean  stood  there.  "Thanks,  Geor 
said.  She  looked  kind  of  shy  and  t 
trouble  in  her  gray  eyes.  She  was  i 
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I  17 


Hk.  "Everybody  can't  be  big, 
Jfjhe  said. 

•n  iordie  got  home  he  could  hear  his 
Itojig  about  in  the  house.  He  went 
:K|e  woodshed  for  some  logs, 
■n  the  kitchen  the  second  time  he 
(^di  with  an  armful. 
hi'!  a  g°°d  wee  soul.  Geordie,"  she 
.tajtng  at  the  range  with  her  back 

■(went  straight  out  of  the  kitchen 
mt  rickety  steps  to  his  own  room. 
H  I,  in  below  the  roof  of  the  cottage, 
era 'as  just^pace  for  his  bed  and  the 
Hh  his  hairbrush  on  it.  He  took  a 
1  hi  self  in  the  mirror.  It  was  the  same 
■face  and  the  same  carroty  hair, 
waf.vee  Geordie  in 


U.  wee  to  Jean, 
K;  at  the  school, 
id  [id  Mum.  Too 
i  bj  Jiy  use  for  any- 
M  wee  to  be  as 

Skirl  on  a  climb.   

■were  some  old 

Bin  the  corner  of  the  room.  Geordie 
■:ouple  and  took  off  his  hobnail 
m  ar  Mum  would  come  up  and  catch 
■nem  on  the  bed,  and  he  lay  on  his 
■jnegan  to  read  the  old  stuff  again. 
■ '  some  adventure  stories  and  some 

■  ;r  bothered  with  the  love  ones. 

■  lonsense.  But  he  liked  fine  to  read 

I  rite  was  about  a  boy  asleep  in  bed 
■id  he  wakes  up  sudden  and  hears 

■  he  house,  so  he  ups  and  tiptoes  to 
I  not  making  any  creak  on  the 
BPlease  turn  to  page  46,"  it  said 
I  story  was  just  getting  exciting, 
■as  hardly  able  to  wait  for  the  boy 
Vte  burglar  over  the  head  and  be  the 
lp  village. 

lis  page  46  and  But  Geordie 

He  was  seeing  something  he'd  never 
Biy  of  the  other  times.  It  stood  up 
■nted  page  and  smacked  him  in  the 


■  No  one  is  satisfied  with  his 
™  fortune  or  dissatisfied  with 
his  wit.     —MADAME  DESHOULIERES. 


eye.  He  looked  away  to  go  on  reading  the 
story,  and  looked  back  again. 

It  was  an  advertisement,  tucked  up  there 
in  the  corner,  an  advertisement  with  two 
small  pictures.  Geordie  read  it  through  once. 
Then  he  read  it  again.  This  is  what  he 
read: 

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No  need  for  despair !  Grow  big  the  Samson  way ! 
Write  for  my  only  unique  course  in  physical 
culture.  You  can  be  strong !  You  can  be  tall ! 
Balanced  development  is  my  motto.  World- 
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Geordie  suddenly  felt 
very  tired.  He  didn't  know 

  why  that  should  happen 

to  him:  a  ten-mile  walk  up 
the  glen  was  nothing  on  a  Saturday;  nothing 
ever  made  him  tired,  even  if  he  was  small. 
Perhaps  it  was  just  the  great  idea  striking 
him.  Yes,  it  must  be  that.  He  closed  his 
eyes  for  a  minute,  lying  quite  slack,  seeing 
wonderful  pictures  of  him  big  and  strong. 
Then  he  opened  his  eyes  again  to  read  the 
advertisement.  The  man  was  a  small  stoopy 
thing  Before,  but  he  had  a  chest  like  a  barrel 
on  him  After,  and  tall. 

Ten  bob  was  a  huge  price;  and  how  would 
you  know  it  wasn't  just  a  have-on?  Them 
English  with  their  fancy  ways.  What  Dad 
said  came  into  his  mind:  "It's  jest  blether 
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pers. I've  no  time  for  them." 

But  he  looked  again.  There  was  something 
about  it  that  wasn't  just  English  blether: 
"World-wide  testimonials,  before  and  after, 
six  foot  four,  satisfaction  guaranteed."  No, 
it  read  like  it  was  true. 

Geordie  went  over  to  the  dresser  and  took 
his  money  box  out  of  the  drawer.  He  undid 


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the  sticky  tape  and  opened  the  box.  knowing 
near  enough  what  was  there,  but  not  know- 
ing exact.  He  counted  it  up.  Seven  shillings 
and  eightpence  it  came  to.  The  eightpence 
would  do  for  the  postal  order  and  the  stamp. 
That  left  three  bob  to  get. 

Mostly  Geordie  would  take  a  long  time  to 
decide  things;  but  not  now.  He'd  made  up 
his  mind  already  what  he  was  to  do,  and  he 
knew  that  the  Samson  course,  English  or  no, 
was  a  right  good  bargain.  He  was  sure  of  it. 
What  was  ten  bob  if  you  could  be  as  big  as 
Henry  Samson? 

He  put  on  his  boots  and  went  down  to  the 
kitchen.  Mum  was  washing  up  the  dishes 
over  at  the  sink.  He  stood  in  the  doorway 
looking  at  her  broad  back. 

"Mum!"  he  said. 

"What  is  it,  Geordie?"  said  Mum,  going 
on  with  what  she  was  doing. 

"Mum,  could  you  loan  me  three  bob?  I 
need  it  special." 

She  stopped  then,  and  gave  her  hands  a 
wipe  on  the  towel,  and  turned  round.  "Three 
bob,"  she  repeated,  looking  at  him  half  seri- 
ous, but  gentle,  like  she  always  was.  "That's 
a  lot,  Geordie.  What's  it  for?" 

"I'll  pay  back  after  the  potato  picking," 
he  said.  "  It's  special." 

"What  for,  though.  Geordie?" 

"I'm  not  saying."  Geordie  hung  his  head. 
"Och,  come  on,  Mum!" 

She  laughed  and  went  over  to  the  cup- 
board. He  knew  he  was  going  to  get  it.  "You 
and  your  secrets.  Geordie.  It's  just  a  loan, 
mind.  There  you  are,  my  wee  laddie."  She 
gave  him  the  three  bob. 

"Thanks,  Mum,"  he  said,  and  popped 
upstairs  again.  Her  calling  him  wee  every 
minute  of  the  day,  and  everybody  else  too. 
Well,  he  wasn't  caring,  not  now  he  had  the 
money  for  the  course.  There  was  going  to 
be  surprises  for  folks  one  of  these  days  when 
they  found  wee  Geordie  was  as  big  as  Henry 
Samson.  Geordie  didn't  feel  tired  any  more. 

Now  he  had  to  write  the  letter.  It  wasn't 
the  spelling  that  Geordie  was  worried  about. 
Teacher  said  he  wasn't  a  bad  speller.  No,  it 
was  sending  all  that  money  in  a  P.  O.  away 
down  to  England  when  you  couldn't  know 
what  tricks  they  might  be  up  to  before  the 
letter  ever  got  to  Henry  Samson.  And  then 
it  was  important  to  make  sure  of  getting 
Henry  Samson's  personal  attention.  It  said 
you  would,  but  you  couldn't  be  certain,  not 
with  all  the  clerks  and  typewriters  there 
might  be. 

Geordie  got  some  paper  and  practiced  at 
the  letter.  It  took  him  a  lot  of  practice  so  it 


was  near  teatime  when  he  had  it  rig  jg 
end  and  could  copy  it  out  fair. 

He  put  the  address  at  the  top. 
wrote: 

Dear  Sir  (Mister  Henry  Samson): 
by  return  complete  course  to  yours! 
plain  wrapper.  I  am  fourteen  past  an  ;■ 
my  age,  so  I  need  bight  and  strcnlhl 
ten  shillings  in  a  P.O. 

Hoping  this  finds  you  as  it  leaves  r  j( 
pink.  Geordie  MacTai'oi 

Geordie  wrote  the  envelope  too.  1  n 
all  away  for  Monday  morning  win 
to  the  post  office  before  school.  Tl 
down  for  his  tea. 

' 

Well,  no  sooner  was  it  away  on  * 
forenoon  than  Geordie  began  to  worn 
he'd  be  hearing.  Two  days  down  £ 
days  back  was  what  he  expected,  (t 
there  wasn't  much  to  go  on,  him  ne 
ing  done  no  writing  that  you'd  noti  d 
to  England  and  back.  So  every  d 
came  back  from  school  he'd  lookj  " 
kitchen  and  then  up  in  his  room  in  c 
could  have  put  it  there. 

But  it  was  Saturday  morning 
letter  came,  and  that  was  lucky  for 
because  he  didn't  go  to  school 
and  he  hung  about  and  caught  tH 
at  eleven  o'clock  and  took  the  plat 
envelope.  There  wasn't  any  post  for 
Mum,  just  for  Geordie.  "Mr.  G.  J 
gart,"  it  said  on  the  envelope.  Ht 
it  in  his  trouser  pocket  and  went 
hill. 

That  was  a  morning  Geordie  m 
got,  not  in  all  his  life.  It  had  beer, 
weather  all  week,  but  it  was  fine  agai 
and  there  were  white  fluffy  clouds  h 
across  the  sky.  You  could  see  sprini 
pale  young  leaves  and  smell  it  in  the 
and  hear  it  in  the  honeybees  h 
and  in  the  low  bumble  of  the  fat 
bees. 

Geordie  went  as  far  as  the  ol 
quarry,  which  was  half  a  mile  fn 
He  sat  down  on  a  big  rock  whi 
shady  and  opened  the  brown  en 
was  a  bit  of  a  disappointment  just 
paper  inside.  That  was  all  you  would 
but  after  paying  the  ten  bob  and  all 
of  it  somehow  you  thought  there 
something  more  mysterious  than  a 
die  of  papers. 

The  letter  was  from  Henry  Sami 
self,  and  the  heading  stamped  on  it 
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{Continued  from  Page  148) 
HENRY  SAMSON 

PHYSICAL  CULTURE  EXPERT  AND  WORLD'S 
CHAMPION 

Then  it  said,  all  typed  out  lovely: 

Dear  Geordie :  Thanks  for  yours  of  20th  inst. 
and  10/ — P.O.  I  take  pleasure  in  welcoming 
you  as  a  student  and  enclose  the  course  here- 
with. Now  remember,  cat  plenty,  keep  on  at 
your  exercises,  and  say  the  Henry  Samson  Suc- 
cess Poem  ten  times  every  clay.  If  at  first  you 
don't  succeed,  try  try  try  again.  Keep  trying, 
that's  what  I  mean.  I'm  sending  you  the  secrets 
but  it's  up  to  you  to  carry  them  out  and  nothing 
but  hard  work  can  bring  success.  I  am  taking  a 
personal  interest  in  your  case,  Geordie,  so  keep 
me  posted  how  you  get  on.  Here  is  my  photo  as 
a  special  gift  and  for  an  inspiration. 

Yours  truly, 
Henry  Samson. 

Well,  that  was  a  lovely  letter.  It  made  you 
feel  Henry  Samson  was  near  beside  you  tak- 
ing a  special  interest.  And  the  photo,  all 
signed  and  every- 


thing. Geordie  had 
never  seen  such  a  huge 
man  as  Henry  Sam- 
son looked.  He  was 
wearing  a  pair  of 
tiger-skin  drawers, 
and  his  muscles 
bulged  out  every 
which  way.  He  was 
great. 

Geordie  got  settled 
down  to  reading 
about  the  course, 
about  the  stretching 
exercises  and  the  de- 
veloping exercises,  all 
about  everything. 
And  he  learned  the 
Success  Poem.  It  was 
a  fine  one,  a  real  good 
poem.  It  said: 

Today  I  may  be  small 

But  soon  I  shall  be  tall 

I'll  be  strong 

I'll  be  long 

I'll  grow  the  Henry 

Samson  way, 
Gaining  a  fraction 

every  day. 
Sound  as  a  bell 
Feeling  my  muscles 

swell. 

I'm  the  good  old  English 

bulldog  breed, 
And  Samson  will  teach 
me  to  succeed. 

(Last  two  lines  to 
be  repeated.) 


"  I  came  by  there,  and  Geordie 
stretched  out  and  grunting  something! 
Practicin',  he  said  he  was,  but  it 
mighty  queer  to  me.  Is  the  laddie  all  i 

"Och,  he's  fine,"  said  Mum.  "He| 
rare  big  dinner.  Was  it  maybe  exen 
was  doing?' 

"Could  be,"  said  Dad.  "He  wasdou 
so  I  didn't  ask  much.  You  know  the  l 
sometimes  is." 

Mum  laughed.  "Aye,  I  know,"  she] 
"He's  up  to  something,  is  our  Geordil 
I'm  thinking  it's  just  maybe  exercil 
make  him  grow.  That's  what  it  could  | 
Mum  was  awful  keen. 

It  was  just  like  what  Mr.  Samson  i 
when  he  said,  "Keep  trying."  It  was i 
business,  but  he  stuck  it  out  like  a  reall 
Taggart,  and  in  the  end  the  results  bea 
come.  Six  months  passed  and  Geordil 
stretched  two  inches;  a  year  went  by  a] 
was  still  longeil 


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Over  the  edge  of  Orendorf  Hill 
Is  a  house  and  a  barn  and  a  cider  mill 

Where  Mr.  Crossett,  the  cider  man, 
Does  nothing  all  winter  as  hard  as 
he  can 

But  smoke  a  black  pipe.  In  his 

orchard,  each  row 
Is  just  little  apple  arms  sticking 

through  snow. 

He  gives  me  a  cooky  or  doughnut 
to  eat 

With  a  big  glass  of  cider  that's 
yellow  and  sweet 

And  tastes  just  like  apples  excepting 
that  you 

Can  swallow  it  down  without  having 
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Geordie  changed 
one  word  in  the  poem. 

Then  he  had  it  for  his  very  own.  He  was 
just  practicing  the  first  stretching  exercise 
which  needed  you  to  lie  down  flat  on  the 
ground,  hands  behind  your  head,  and  raise 
your  middle  off  the  ground  as  high  as  you 
could  ten  times,  when  he  heard  Dad's  voice 
calling  from  above  him. 

"What's  up,  Geordie?"  said  Dad. 

Dad  was  standing  at  the  edge  of  the 
quarry  looking  down.  He  had  Bess,  the 
Labrador,  with  him  and  she  had  a  worried 
expression  too. 

"Oh,  I  was  just  practicin',  Dad,"  said 
Geordie,  feeling  very  small  down  there. 

"Come  on,  then,"  said  Dad.  "It's  past 
dinnertime." 

So  they  walked  down  together,  and  Dad 
didn't  say  any  more  about  Geordie's  strange 
antics.  He'd  been  up  to  the  big  plantation 
after  crows,  and  he  told  Geordie  about  that, 
and  then  they  were  back  home,  and  Geordie 
thought,  Well,  perhaps  Dad  didn't  notice  any- 
thing funny. 

He  got  started  on  his  course  by  eating  a 
right  big  dinner.  Now  that  he  knew  Henry 
Samson  t(x>k  a  special  interest  in  him,  he  was 
going  to  put  his  whole  heart  into  it  from  start 
to  finish,  and  Geordie  had  a  big  heart. 

Bui  J  tad  had  noticed  all  right.  Geordie  was 

outside  the  window  after  dinner  and  he 
heard  Dad  say  to  Mum: 

"You  know  the  old  quarry?" 

"Aye," 


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down  an  inch  1 
Jean's  gray  eyef 
finished  with 
that  summer, ; 
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learning  the  j 
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floors  of  the  old 
cottage  would  I 
ble  with  GeorJ 
exertions,  and 
and  Mum  grunl 
at  first.  But  thejl 
used  to  the  shall 
And  last  thinJ 
night  Geordie  diq 
strengthened;  an; 
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when  he  had  a  si 
minute,  he  woulJ 
and  stretch  in  | 
snow,  or  throw  i 
for  strength  aero 
whispering  bu 
summer. 

He  ate  huge  mij 
too,  near  half  a  { 
of  porridge  and  | 
and  salt  and  no  sil 
every  morning,  st; 
ing  beside  the  kitcl 
table,  and  Ml 
would  say,  "That! 
terrible  capacl 
you've  got,  Geori  I 
But  the  porridge  was  just  a  beginning  tol 
day.  There  would  be  stew  and  spuds  and  I 
cakes  and  good  butter  and  milk  f| 
Jessie  the  cow,  and  the  bigger  Geordie  I 
the  more  pleased  Mum  and  Dad  bea  I 
Everyone  was  pleased  except  Jean,  ll 
was  a  queer  thing,  her  liking  him  whei  I 
was  small,  and  then  treating  him  rudil 
soon  as  he  began  to  build  up. 

"Hullo,  Tarzan,"  she  said  one  day  y(.l 
she  caught  him  having  a  short  in-betwd 
practice  in  the  wood  near  the  Bigho 
"How's  the  muscles?" 
"Fine,  Jean,"  he  said,  sheepish. 
"You'll  be  an  elephant  before  yoi 
through."  She  said  it  nasty,  as  nasty  a 
lass  like  Jean  could  say  anything,  for  she 1 
growing  bonny  and  was  kind  to  all  the  wc 
but  Geordie. 
He  didn't  speak. 

"I  mean  it,"  she  said.  "You're  daft, 
a  fixed  idea,  and  you're  just  making  your 
into  a  big  stupid  lump." 

"Och,  Jean,"  said  Geordie. 

"Don't  och  at  me,"  she  said,  and  ton 
her  dark  head  that  wasn't  in  pigtails  a 
more,  and  went  away  off  through  the  w» 

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shooting  was  hallway  through.  Geordie  I 
his  dad  had  been  on  the  hill  all  day.  T 

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"None  the  worse,  Geordie?"  said  Dad, 
opening  his  eyes. 

"I'm  fine,"  Geordie  said.  He  was  stiff 
from  top  to  toe,  as  a  matter  of  fact. 

"Go  up  and  get  the  rifle." 

Geordie  had  forgotten  all  about  the  rifle 
on  the  hill.  Think  of  Dad  remembering  that ! 

"And  Geordie!" 

"Yes,  Dad?" 

"You  know  the  Black  Watch  kilt?" 
"Aye." 

"You're  to  keep  it.  Maybe  you'll  use  it 
someday." 

"Right,  Dad." 

He  couldn't  hardly  speak  with  Dad  choos- 
ing that  way  to  say  he  thought  he  was 
going  to  die.  Dad  had  been  a  sergeant 
in  the  Black  Watch.  Sometimes  he'd  go 
to  where  the  kilt  was  hanging,  and  take  a 
look  at  it,  getting  a  memory  of  the  times 
he'd  had  in  the  regiment. 

"Get  the  rifle  and  clean  it  right,"  said  Dad. 
He  spoke  sharply  so  it  was  a  surprise. 

Geordie  took  a  look  at  Dad's  lined  face  on 
the  pillow.  He  went  out  of  the  room,  out  of 
the  house  and  straight  up  the  hill  path. 

He  had  just  reached  the  fork  when  he 
heard  Jean  calling  to  him.  She  was  coming 
along  from  the  garden  direction,  wearing  her 
old  raincoat;  it  was  another  dirty  day.  Geor- 
die stopped. 

"Where  are  you  going,  Geordie?"  she 
asked  when  she  was  close. 

"Up  the  hill  for  the  rifle,"  said  Geordie. 

"Can  I  come?" 

He  didn't  answer;  and  she  fell  in  beside 
him  and  they  started  climbing.  They  went 
quite  a  long  way  before  she  spoke. 

Then  she  said  quietly,  "I  heard  tell  the 
way  you  carried  your  dad  off  the  hill.  You're 
strong,  Geordie." 

Geordie's  answer  came  into  his  mind  and 
was  spoken  before  he  knew.  He  hadn't  been 
angry  for  a  long  time,  not  since  he  could  re- 
member almost,  but  suddenly  he  felt  bitter 
at  her  and  at  everything.  "There's  uses  for 
elephants,"  he  said. 

.  "Oh,  Geordie,"  she  said,  and  she  put  out 
her  hand  and  gave  his  a  squeeze  and  took  it 
away  again. 

It  wasn't  a  long  walk  up  to  where  the  rifle 
lay  among  the  heather.  Geordie  slung  it  over 
his  shoulder  and  they  started  back  again. 

"He  said  I  was  to  keep  his  Black  Watch 
kilt."  Geordie  said.  He  couldn't  hold  every- 
thing bottled  up  inside  him  any  more. 

"He's  real  bad  then,  Geordie?" 

"Aye,  he's  bad.  The  doctor  says  it's  a 
small  chance."  The  tears  welled  up  in  Geor- 
die's eyes.  "I  never  knew  Dad's  heart  was 
bad.  I  don't  want  Dad's  kilt.  I  want  my  dad." 

She  took  his  hand  again  and  held  it.  So 
they  went  hand  in  hand.  "The  kilt '11  be  a 
thing  he's  proud  of,"  she  said. 

"That's  right."  said  Geordie. 

"I'll  come  with  you  as  far  as  the  house," 
she  said. 

They  went  on  together  till  they  stood  out- 
side the  gray  cottage  in  the  gray  November 
morning. 

"  I  hope  your  dad  pulls  through,  Geordie." 
she  said. 

But  Geordie  shivered.  He  saw  death  in 
the  wet  brown  bracken  and  the  leaves.  He 
felt  it  all  round  him.  He  felt  it  struggling  to 
enter  his  father's  house. 

Geordie's  fears  were  right,  for  the  next  day 
his  father  died,  and  there  was  a  dark  time  for 
Mum  and  Geordie  in  the  cottage. 

But  Dad  got  a  great  funeral.  He  had  been  a 
man  respected  in  the  countryside,  and  other 
men  came  from  the  town,  from  the  big  val- 
ley, from  the  narrow  glens,  rich  and  p<x>r  and 
all  dressed  in  sober  black  to  give  him  a  gcxxi 
send-off. 

The  church  was  packed.  There  was  a 
creaking  of  assent  among  the  pews  when 
Reverend  MacNab  paid  tribute.  "He  was  a 
good  man,  and  his  memory  will  be  an  ex- 
ample for  us." 

Then  afterward,  when  the  simple  words 
had  lx-cn  S|x>kcn  and  the  lirst  earth  lay  upon 
the  coffin,  Geordie  st<xxl  for  tin-  men  to  gi  asp 
his  hand  in  silence  and  go  their  way. 

Sorrow  and  res|x>nsibility  had  come  early 
for  Geordie. 


■ 

i 


But  he  was  young  and  there  was  y\S 
do  and  no  time  for  moping,  even  if  Qu 
had  been  a  moper,  which  he  was  not* 

Geordie  didn't  get  a  word  of  instnfc 
until  Friday  night  missing  one,  whit. 
Dad's  night  for  seeing  the  I^aird.  SoGl 
spruced  himself  up  with  a  necktie  ail 
and  went  over  to  the  Bighouse.  Hel 
through  into  the  kitchen  where  Mrs.  R| 
son  was  getting  the  Laird's  dinner 

"  I  will  inform  the  Laird."  she  said,  |J 
and  cleaned  her  hands  on  her  apron  aiiife 
off  along  the  back  passage. 

Geordie  was  a  bit  nervous,  him  gettil 
Laird's  instructions  for  the  first  tin! 
though  naturally  he'd  seen  him  at  thil 
of  the  funeral.  He  had  to  wait  a  bit  till 
Robertson  came  back. 

"Come  in,  George." 

Geordie  went  into  the  study.  The 
stood  up  at  the  desk  and  came  round.  I 
an  awful  long,  lanky  chap,  just  about  a 
as  a  rake,  and  untidy,  because  of  havi 
wife  perhaps.  He  had  on  his  old  kilt, 
was  in  shreds  at  the  bottom  and  dr 
down  the  back  of  his  spindly  legs  an 
faded  to  the  color  of  old  rope.  He  had 
big  mustache  stretching  across  his  thir 
You  wouldn't  think  he  was  twenty-fi 
his  line,  which  was  what  Dad  said  h 
And  Dad  said,  "He  may  seem  comics  | 
the  droopy  kilt  and  all  the  queer  nob 
has,  but  he's  no  fool,  Geordie,  let  me  tell 

Geordie  was  thinking  of  all  this  wn 
Laird  surprised  him  by  shaking  ham 
going  back  and  sitting  down  at  his  ■ 
"Well,  George,"  he  said.  "Very  sad  m 
your  father.  He  was  a  good  friend."  | 

Geordie  gulped  at  the  mention  of  Eh 

But  the  Laird  was  going  on:  "I'mi 
you're  here  to  carry  on  for  him.  That  'o 
course,  if  you  want  to.  I  hope  you  da'"' 

"I  don't  mind,"  said  Geordie, 
Scotch  for  "I'd  like  to." 

"Well,  that's  fine,"  said  the  Laird, a| 
went  on  to  tell  Geordie  that  lie  wouih 
second  to  Frazer,  the  man  who  worhal 
other  beat,  and  he  would  get  a  raise invl 
but  not  much  till  he  was  older,  and  I: 
birds  had  he  seen  on  the  hill,  and  whenil. 
he  be  through  with  the  deer;  chopping! 
changing  from  this  to  that  so  it  was  hat. 
follow.  "No  shooting  kestrels  now,  Geot  1 
don't  allow  them  to  be  killed.  Hani 
hawks  —  falcons.  They're  beneficial,  I 
matter  of  fact.  I  saw  one  up  at  the  fm 
spruce  plantation  yesterday.  TalkkJ' 
plantations,  I  can't  get  a  word  of  senaeol 
the  Forestry  Commission  about  the  nevt 
I  want  to  plant  above  Egypt 's  Camp.  Tbl 
no  good,  those  people.  Costs  me  a  fortuT 
plant  anything;  and  that's  what  they  »l 
isn't  it?  The  country's  going  to  pot,  hliT 
government,  blasted  everything.  Whi| 
your  politics,  George?" 

Geordie  jumped.  He  was  in  a  daze  1 
time.  "What's  that,  sir?" 

"Your  politics.  What  are  you,  a(f 
munist  or  a  Conservative,  or  what?" 

Geordie  was  outraged.  "A  Communi ' 
Perhaps  the  Laird  was  just  joking;  « 
couldn't  tell.  Dad  was  a  Liberal.  "I'm a  > 
eral,"  he  said. 

"Good  for  you,  George.  All  sensible  pel 
are  Liberals.  Not  enough  sensible  peojl 
The  Laird  stopped  a  minute  and  sml 
"Don't -be  alarmed,  George."  he  said, I 
always  drool  on.  My  goodness,  you're  > 
ting  to  be  a  big  fellow." 

Geordie  felt  himself  getting  red. 

"That  reminds  me.  You'll  need  a  t«j( 
suit."  He  took  a  piece  of  paper  and  w(( 
on  it  for  a  minute.  "Here,  take  this  to  J 
McKerchar."  The  note  said: 

Dear  Mr.  \fc/\'.:  Wd.  u  pi.  make  knick.  J 
for  (leo.  MacT.  Yrs 

G.  I'.  C.  I* 

PA  liii!  tucks  because  rate  of  growth  ;l 

nom. 

Geordie  couldn't  hardly  make  head] 
tail  of  it.  That  was  another  one  of  the  Lai] 
quccrncsses,  writing  abbreviated  for 
ciency  and  timesaving. 

"Well,  George,  I'm  lucky  to  have  > 
You'll  have  to  tx-  g<xxl  to  lx-  as  g<xxj  ai  y 
father.  Come  on  Fridays  <>r  any  time."  | 


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d  night,  sir,"  said  Geordie. 
George,"  said  the  Laird,  thinking  of 
ng  else  to  say. 
I  sir?" 

iv's  Jean?  Nice  girl  that." 

li's  fine,"  said  Geordie,  and  went 

t  along  the  dark  passage.  Maybe 

us  something  in  what  Dad  used  to  say 

he  Laird  being  no  fool  under  all  his 

:ions. 

i  time  flew  by— that  long  winter  and 
)er,  and  the  pain  of  Dad's  dying  eased 

r  Mum,  and  another  year  till  the 
[came  again  and  Geordie  had  his 
jith  birthday,  and  still  he  grew.  The 
hen  he  was  Wee  Geordie  seemed  far 

low  he  was  Big  Geordie,  so  big  that 
jvould  stop  in  the  street  on  the  days 

was  in  town  and  would  take  another 

;ee  if  what  they  saw  was  true, 
jvas  a  Saturday  afternoon,  a  day  quite 

Saturday  four  years  ago  when  Geor- 

his  first  letter  from  Henry  Samson. 

e  got  back  for  dinner,  Mum  said, 

s  a  letter  for 

ordie." 

x>k  a  look 

postmark. 

worth,"  it 

irdie  left  the 

1  after  din- 
<  fterward  he 

I  letter  out- 

t  down  on 

hinthesun- 

d  opened  it 

see  what 

.amson  had 


NEXT  MONTH 

"Please  dont  be  angry  with  Walter 
on  my  account.  I  know  he  used  to  go 
with  Rosemary.  But  he  loves  me 
now,  and  it  isnt  right  to  blame  him 
for  what  Rosemary  does." 

ELLA  MAY,  with  all  the  loyalty 
she  could  muster,  reasoned  with 
Walter's  mother;  and  he  thanked 
heaven  that  Ella  May,  at  least, 
had  some  sense.  He  was  a  self- 
avowed  black  sheep — not  that  the 
town  needed  his  word  for  it — but 
it  did  seem  to  him  that  he  deserved 
some  credit  for  settling  down  to  a 
steady  job  and  a  respectable  en- 
gagement. But  wild  oats  have  a 
way  of  returning,  like  bills,  for  set- 
tlement; and  there  was  one  re- 
sponsibility Walter  had  no  choice 
but  to  take. 

THE  GREEN  BOUGH 

By  Ann  Ititner 

complete  in  the  April  Journal. 
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eordie :  I  am 
of  yours  of 

and  send 
r£l.  in  pay- 
dues  for  my 
s  Course. 
;ess  with  the 
r's  Course 

Advanced 
has  been 
The  highest 
can  say  is 
are  a  credit 
Samson, 
all  observe 
;  Master's 
;  more  flex- 
p  the  first 
designed  in 
:e  with  my 
rule:  First 
Balanced 
nent;  Then 

s.  Don't  put  the  cart  before  the  horse,  in 
i  ds.  Well,  now  you  are  ready  for  spe- 
ll Geordie.  I  have  studied  the  measure- 
B  pu  sent  (very  spectacular,  improve- 
j  |  d  it.  seems  to  me  that  your  height  and 
s  ulder  and  bicep  development  fit  you 
W  lot-putter.  Did  you  ever  try  that  line  ? 
pa  s  of  training  lead  but  to  the  object,  so 
no  riake  your  object  shot-putting? 

Yours  truly, 

Henry  Samson. 

Si  ou  could  toss  the  caber  for  variety. 

SMie  had  never  thought  very  much 
•fitting  the  shot.  He'd  often  tossed 
da,  of  course.  That  was  part  of  his 
(training.  But  he'd  never  done  it 
Ilhe'd  never  done  it  scientific,  you 
•jy.  Now  he  began  to  think  it  over, 
■more  he  thought  about  the  idea  the 
Bp  liked  it.  Yes,  shot-putting  was  a 
Wialization.  It  might  easily  turn  out 
M  object  in  the  Master's  Course.  He 
■pi  id  went  to  look  for  a  round  stone  to 
as  I  shot. 

to  id  a  good  round  one  and  balanced 
Mil  down  in  his  right  hand  and  putted 
»ajn  a  practice.  It  didn't  go  very  com- 
abj  Geordie  drew  a  line  across  the  grass 
IU  heel  of  his  boot  and  practiced  with 
41  starting  place.  He  got  better  after  a 

Hd),  Geordie,"  said  a  familiar  high- 
Mroice. 

■eojie  turned  round.  It  was  Reverend 
ell,  the  minister,  sitting  on  his  bike. 


"Hullo,  Minister,"  said  Geordie,  a  bit 
sheepish  at  being  caught  playing  with  stones. 

Mr.  MacNab  got  off  his  bike  and  came 
over.  He  was  quite  a  pal  of  Geordie's  in  a 
way.  "So  you've  got  on  to  putting  the  weight, 
Geordie,"  he  said.  "I'll  watch  you." 

Geordie  cursed  inside.  He  didn't  want  to 
go  making  an  exhibition  of  himself  at  some- 
thing he  hadn't  learned  the  way  of.  But  he 
marked  the  starting  line  again,  which  was 
getting  smudged,  and  took  a  few  more  puts. 

Here,  Geordie,"  said  the  minister.  "Hold 
it  like  this,  close  in  to  your  shoulder,  wrist 
straight,  so  it  goes  with  the  force  of  your 
body." 

Geordie  did  what  he  said,  but  not  very 
willingly.  What  would  a  minister  know  about 
shot-putting,  and  him  just  a  small  bit  of  a 
chap  beside  Geordie?  But  it  did  seem  to  go 
better  with  the  stone  held  close. 

"Hold  it  in  your  fingers,"  said  MacNab; 
and  that  didn't  do  any  harm  either.  "Too 
low,  Geordie.  Throw  higher.  You  know  I  be- 
lieve you'd  make  a  shot-putter  if  you  learned 
how  to  do  it." 

"That's  what  I'm 
going  to  do,"  said 
Geordie.  He 
dropped  the  stone 
with  a  thud  on  the 
grass.  He  was  a  bit 
fed  up. 

"I'll  have  a  com- 
petition with  you," 
said  MacNab. 

He  took  off  his 
jacket  and  waist- 
coat. The  minister 
was  a  whole  head 
below  Geordie,  not 
more  than  five  feet 
eight  perhaps,  but 
broad ;  he  had  strong 
wee  arms  on  him 
when  he  rolled  up 
his  sleeves. 

"You  go  first, 
Geordie,"  he  said. 

Geordie  did  a 
good  one,  the  best 
yet.  They  marked 
the  spot  with  a  stick. 

Then  it  was  Rev- 
erend MacNab's 
turn.  He  nestled  the 
big  stone  in  his 
shoulder,  and  swung 
his  left  leg  back  and 
forward  getting  bal- 
ance.  Then  he 
launched  himself  at 
the  line  and  the  whole  of  his  body  spun  in  a 
half  turn  and  the  stone  flew  up  and  away 
and  over  and  down  a  good  six  feet  beyond 
Geordie's.  That  was  one  of  the  biggest  sur- 
prises of  Geordie's  life. 
He  forgot  to  speak  polite.  "I  didn't 

know—"  he  began.  "Where  did  you  " 

"I  used  to  do  it  at  the  Varsity  in  Glas- 
gow," said  Mr.  MacNab.  He  was  chuckling. 
"Forty  feet  was  my  best.  I'm  too  short  to  be 
real  good  at  it;  for  the  top  class,  I  mean."  He 
put  on  his  waistcoat  and  jacket  again.  "You 
know,  Geordie,"  he  said,  "if  you  had  speed 
you  might  be  a  great  shot-putter.  Now  I'll 
tell  you  what  you  ought  to  do  for  practice." 
And  he  explained  to  Geordie  about  speed 
across  the  circle  and  strength  and  co-ordina- 
tion. 

"You  couldn't  give  me  a  lesson  whiles, 
could  you,  Mr.  MacNab?"  asked  Geordie. 

The  minister's  face  lit  up  again.  "I'd  like 
fine  to  do  that,  Geordie.  I'm  often  past  here 
on  my  bike  in  the  evenings.  I'll  just  stop  by 
and  see  if  you're  about  the  place." 

"Well,  thanks,"  said  Geordie. 

"I've  a  sixteen-pound  shot  at  the  manse. 
You  can  have  that,  Geordie." 

"Och,  thanks,"  said  Geordie  again. 

"Cheerio,  Geordie.  I'll  have  to  get  away 
after  my  flock  now." 

"By-by,  Mr.  MacNab." 

And  that  was  how  Geordie  got  started  on 
the  shot-putting. 

Reverend  MacNab  sat  comfortable  on  a 
rock.  He  had  his  black  minister's  hat  tilted 


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over  his  eyes  on  account  of  the  evening  sun. 
Underneath  the  hat  his  face  was  pink  and 
cheery  just  like  usual. 

Mr.  MacNab  was  watching  Geordie  in- 
tently while  he  practiced  shot-putting  in  the 
old  stone  quarry.  Summer  had  come  round 
again,  and  Mr.  MacNab  cast  his  mind  back 
with  satisfaction  to  the  day  a  year  ago  when 
he  had  first  given  Geordie  a  few  tips.  Last  year 
Geordie  had  been  a  clumsy  Goliath,  but  to- 
day he  was  a  giant  David,  light  of  foot  for 
all  his  size,  limber  as  David  with  his  sling. 

"Not  bad,  Geordie,"  he  said,  concealing 
his  pleasure;  for  understatement  is  next  to 
godliness  in  those  parts. 

Geordie  flicked  the  shot  from  one  hand  to 
the  other,  waiting  for  the  reverend  to  tell 
him  what  to  do  next.  He  had  taken  off  his 
shirt  for  freedom,  and  he  stood  with  his 
heavy  boots  planted  wide,  muscles  rippling. 

The  minister  stood  up.  "I'll  put  the  peg  at 
forty-six  feet,"  he  said.  They  measured  out 
the  distance  and  put  in  the  peg.  "Now  try 
one  full  strength,  Geordie — weight  forward; 
try  to  get  that  spin  from  your  hips  a  little 
faster  yet." 

Geordie  stood  in  the  circle  with  the  curved 
board  in  front  of  him.  He  cradled  the  shot  in 
his  fingers,  nestled  it  close  into  the  hollow 
of  his  neck,  swung  and  balanced,  bent  and 
straightened,  bent  again  and  held  his  breath 
and  unleashed  himself  in  a  ferocious  glide 
across  the  circle. 

He  knew  it  was  to  be  a  good  one  before 
the  shot  left  his  fingers.  It  thudded  down  be- 
yond the  peg. 

Mr.  MacNab  burst  out  laughing.  "That's 
the  best  yet,  Geordie,"  he  said.  "No  more 
tonight." 

Geordie  pulled  his  shirt  on  again.  He  was 
pleased  with  that  last  one. 

"Saturday's  the  Drumfechan  Games," 
said  the  minister  casually. 

"Is  that  so?"  said  Geordie,  doing  up  the 
buttons.  He'd  never  bothered  much  with 
watching  the  games. 

"If  you  did  another  one  like  that  you'd 
win  the  shot-putting  easy." 

"Och,"  said  Geordie.  Practicing  was  one 
thing,  learning  to  do  it  good  so  you  felt  you 
was  well  developed.  But  doing  it  in  a  compe- 
tition, that  was  another.  What  was  the  use 
of  a  competition  anyway?  "I'm  not  keen  on 
competitions." 

"There's  no  harm  in  them,  Geordie."  The 
minister  looked  hopefully  at  him.  "I'd  like 
fine  to  see  you  beat  some  of  those  big  police 
chaps." 

"Would  it  serve  a  purpose?" 

The  minister  sighed  and  got  to  his  feet. 
He  dearly  wanted  to  see  Geordie  perform  in 
the  games,  but  he  knew  his  man  too  well  to 
press  the  idea. 

"I  must  get  away  home,"  he  said.  "Just 
you  think  it  over  about  the  games,  Geordie. 
It  would  be  good  practice  and  you  might  get 
some  tips.  Good  night  to  you."  He  turned 
and  went  down  the  path. 

"Good  night,  Mr.  MacNab,"  said  Geordie. 

He  had  a  few  snares  to  look  at  on  his  way 
home,  so  he  set  off  across  the  steep  grass 
fields  which  lay  along  the  side  of  the  valley. 
It  was  a  hot  evening  for  July,  still  and  op- 
pressive, and  the  clouds  were  gathering  in 
the  southwest,  creeping  up  indigo-black  to- 
ward the  sun.  He  heard  a  partridge  call 
twice  below  him — chellhiya,  chettiriya.  The 
noise  rang  crisply  and  sweetly  through  the 
stillness.  It  was  a  lovely  sound  on  an  evening 
when  thunder  was  in  the  air.  Then  the  clouds 
climbed  over  the  sun,  and  the  blackness  of 
them  faded  into  brown,  and  a  tickle  of  wind 
puffed  from  the  east. 

"We'll  get  a  storm,"  Geordie  said  aloud, 
but  he  did  not  listen  for  the  mutter  of  thun- 
der and  lie  did  not  watch  the  dark  sky;  he 
was  thinking  of  something  altogether  differ- 
ent, something  bright  and  delightful,  more 
ini|K)rtant  than  shot-putting,  more  impor- 
tant even  than  work.  He  was  thinking  of 
Jean,  wondering  if  he  would  be  lucky  tonight 
and  sec  her  on  his  way  home. 

He  got  only  one  rabbit.  They  were  always 
hard  to  catch  in  thundery  weather.  Geordie 
look  the  wire  off  the  swollen  head,  rounded 
the  noose  again  and  set  it  over  the  run.  Then 
he  slit  one  ol  the  back  legs,  crossed  the  other 


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through  it,  and  went  on  with  the  rabbit 
dangling  from  his  hand. 

Most  evenings  Jean  would  be  out  with  the 
Scottie  at  this  time,  giving  her  stubby  black 
dog  a  walk.  Geordie  had  no  use  for  pet  dogs 
that  didn't  work,  not  much  more  use  than 
for  cats  which  were  the  worst  hunters  of  all ; 
but  Jean's  Sandy  was  a  part  of  Jean,  so 
Geordie  didn't  grudge  him  a  hunt  as  long  as 
he  stuck  to  rabbits. 

He  was  in  the  woods  again  when  he  heard 
the  terrier  yap.  Bess,  the  Labrador,  stood 
still  a  moment  and  listened  to  the  hoarse 
barking.  "Come  away,  Bess,"  said  Geordie, 
quickening  his  pace. 

They  came  on  Jean  round  a  corner.  She 
put  her  fingers  to  her  mouth  and  gave  a 
piercing  whistle.  It  was  always  a  surprise  to 
Geordie  to  hear  a  man's  whistle  come  from  a 
lassie's  lips,  and  her  so  slim  and  dark  and 
bonny,  and  it  was  him  taught  her  to  do  it 
long  ago.  He  didn't  speak  till  he  was  close. 
Bess  came  along  sedate  and  respectable  to 
heel. 

"Hullo,  Jean,"  said  Geordie. 

She  gave  a  start  and  turned  round.  Then 
she  blushed.  "Sandy's  gone  again,"  said 
Jean.  She  whistled  a  second  time.  The  yap- 
ping sounded  once  more. 

"The  wee  devil's  hunting,"  Geordie  said 
severely,  watching  her.  Sometimes  if  he  got 
a  word  in  first,  it  would  stop  Jean  from 
sharpening  her  wits  on  him.  She  did  that  an 
awful  lot  nowadays.  But  he  failed  this  time. 

"What  d'you  think  he's  doing,  you — you 
great  big  Man  Mountain?"  She  eyed  him 
sharply,  hotly  almost,  and  looked  away  again 
among  the  trees. 

Sandy  came  back  then,  scrambling  over 
the  fallen  trunks  and  through  the  bracken. 


Everyone  ean  keep  house  hetter 
than  her  mother  till  she  trieth. 

—  OLD  PROVERB. 


He  was  a  square  little  dog,  about  as  broad  as 
he  was  long.  He  looked  pleased  with  himself 
and  said  howd'youdo  to  Geordie  and  to  Bess 
and  the  rabbit  in  Geordie's  hand.  Then  he 
lay  down  with  his  tongue  hanging  out,  pant- 
ing. 

Geordie  looked  at  Jean.  He  could  never 
take  his  eyes  off  her  when  they  were  together; 
he  could  never  have  the  picture  of  her  oval 
face  clear  enough  in  his  mind;  it  was  a  new 
miracle  each  time  he  saw  her. 

"What  were  you  doin',  Geordie?" 

"  I  was  practicing  with  the  minister." 

"Was  he  pleased  at  you?"  The  glint  al- 
ways came  into  Jean's  eyes  when  Geordie 
spoke  of  his  exercises  or  his  shot-putting. 

"Aye,  he  was  pleased." 

"That's  a  rare  waste  of  time,  hurling  a 
cannon  ball.  What  use  is  it?"  She  looked  up 
at  him  with  her  gray  eyes  under  the  dark 
lashes  half  mocking. 

"The  minister  wants  me  to  enter  in  the 
Drumfechan  Games." 

"And  will  you?" 

"  I  don't  think  so.  I've  no  mind  for  compe- 
titions." 

"Why  not?  Competitions  is  more  sense 
than  just  throwing  by  yourself." 

Geordie  suppressed  a  sigh.  Whatever  he 
did  seemed  to  be  wrong  to  Jean.  "I  don't 
fancy  the  idea.  What  for  would  I  throw 
against  other  chaps?" 

"What  for  did  you  learn  it  then?" 

Geordie  thought  a  bit.  "  I  learnt  it  for  the 
sake  of  learning,  as  part  of  the  program 
like." 

"But  do  you  not  want  to  do  it  better  than 
the  other  men?"  For  some  reason  Jean 
seemed  to  be  keen  on  the  idea  of  the  games. 

Geordie  made  a  pattern  on  the  path  with 
his  foot.  "  I'd  like  fine  to  do  it  well,"  he  said. 
"  I  don't  care  how  other  folk  does  it." 

She  turned  to  face  him.  Jean  was  a  good- 
sized  girl,  but  she  was  small  and  mysterious 
beside  him.  The  soft  curves  of  her  body  were 
something  he  thought  of,  but  humbly. 

"Go  on,  Geordie,"  she  said.  "Do  it." 

He  shook  his  head.  "I'm  not  keen." 

Just  then  the  thunder  rumbled.  It  rum- 
bled far  away,  but  it  came  inio  the  wood, 


ey  taste  so  good 


. . .  and 


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March, 


Something 


happens 


...AND  IT  CAN  HAPPEN  TO  YOU 

...IN  THE  TWINKLING  OF  AN  EYE 


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WORLD'S   FAVORITE   MASCARA  AND   EYEBROW  PENCIL 


V 


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QUELQUES  FLEURS 
HAND  LOTION 

HOUBIGANT 


/n  pastel  shades  of 

pink,  blue  or  cream. 


Sensational  New  Formula 
For  Skin  Care! 

An  exclusive  emulsion  of  vegetable  ingre- 
dients, wonderfully  effective  for  hands  and 
all-over  skin  care.  Scented  with  the  beloved 
Quelques  Fleurs.  |00  phttm 


too,  so  that  it  was  in  there  with  him  and 
Jean.  The  green  of  the  moss  was  dark  now 
on  the  ground,  and  Jean's  face  was  shadowy. 

"Please,  Geordie ! "  She  came  a  little  closer 
to  him.  "Just  for  me,  Geordie." 

How  could  he  refuse?  He  never  did  under- 
stand the  way  Jean  thought,  but  he  loved  her 
and  he  had  no  heart  to  say  no. 

"Will  you  be  there,  Jean?" 

She  smiled  then.  It  was  the  soft  smile  he 
remembered  from  the  time  Dad  died.  It  was 
the  smile  she  had  given  him  a  few  times  since. 
"I'll  be  there,  Geordie." 

The  thunder  was  closer  now,  and  lightning 
flickered  its  dead  light  among  the  trees.  The 
first  heavy  drops  of  rain  were  pattering  on 
the  leaves  high  above  them. 

"We'll  need  to  hurry,"  said  Jean,  but  she 
still  stood  close  to  him.  They  were  caught  in 
the  magic  and  the  burden  of  the  storm. 

That  was  how  it  was  when  the  bright  flash 
came  and  the  moment's  silence  and  the  great 
cannons  of  the  sky.  That  was  what  gave 
Geordie  the  courage  he  had  never  found  with 
her  before. 

He  put  his  spare  hand  round  Jean's  waist 
and  bent  and  kissed  her  on  the  lips.  It  was  a 
clumsy  kiss,  awkward  as  the  first  kisses  of  a 
boy  and  a  girl  are  sure  to  be;  but  it  sent  a 
flood  of  delight  through  him. 

He  could  feel  Jean  shiver  in  his  arms.  She 
clung  softly  to  him  for  a  moment  while  the 
rain  fell  coldly  on  their  hair.  "My  wee  Geor- 
die," she  murmured,  and  laughed  so  close  to 
him  it  was  like  himself  laughing.  "Do  you 
need  to  hold  the  rabbit  too?" 

He  laughed  and  let  it  drop  and  put  both 
his  arms  round  her  and  they  were  together  and 
he  knew  everything  that  had  happened  and 
would  happen.  She  broke  from  him  without 
another  word,  and  ran  off 
along  the  murky  path ,  dark 
hair  flying,  the  small  black 
dog  scurrying  at  her  heels. 
Then  they  were  out  of 
sight. 

Geordie  walked  quickly,  ■■■■■■■■ 
but  he  was  soaked  through 
by  the  time  he  had  given  old  Bess  a  rub 
and  put  her  in  her  kennel;  he  paid  no  heed 
to  the  rain  or  the  lightning,  for  his  mind 
was  a  riot.  Geordie  was  bemused;  that  was 
the  truth  of  it. 

"Hurry  and  get  changed,  Geordie,"  said 
Mum.  "And  don't  bring  those  wet  feet  into 
my  kitchen."  She  treated  him  like  he  was 
still  a  boy. 

Geordie  took  his  boots  off  and  went  up- 
stairs to  the  room  where  he  still  slept.  He 
got  into  dry  things  and  came  down  again 
and  sat  beside  the  fire.  It  was  quite  chilly 
now  that  the  storm  had  come.  It  was  still 
raining  outside,  but  the  thunder  had  moved 
down  the  valley. 

He  read  the  paper  for  a  bit.  Mum  was  do- 
ing some  ironing. 

"I  saw  the  minister  come  by,"  she  said. 
"How  did  you  get  on  tonight?" 

"  It  was  my  best  yet,"  said  Geordie.  "Rev- 
erend MacNab  was  pleased." 

"Well,  that's  fine." 

"They've  got  me  persuaded  to  enter  the 
games  on  Saturday." 

"Who's  they  ?  "  said  Mum,  turning  to  look 
at  him,  smiling  for  some  reason.  Mum's  hair 
was  gray  now;  she  was  a  comfortable-looking 
body,  always  laughing  at  something. 

"Just  the  minister,"  said  Geordie  from 
behind  his  paper;  and  there  was  silence  again. 

"What'H  you  wear,  Geordie?"  She  had 
stopped  ironing  and  was  watching  him. 

"For  the  games,  Mum?" 

She  nodded. 

"I  don't  know.  Just  the  best  plus  fours. 
•What  else  would  I  wear?" 

"You  could  wear  Dad's  kilt.  The  kilt's 
right  for  shot-putting."  Mum's  face  was 
serious. 

"Why  would  I  wear  the  kilt,  Mum?  I 
never  did  before,  and  it's  a  soldier's  kilt." 

"  It's  your  dad's  Black  Watch  kilt  that  he- 
left  you  special." 

"Och.  Mum!  I  I'd  be  too  small,"  Geordie 
told  her. 

"I'll  get  it  now,"  said  Mum  (irmly,  and 
she  went  out  of  the  kitchen.  She  came  back 
in  a  minute  with  the  dark  kilt.  "There's 


ru  e 

itr'i 
all, 


^  Dignity  does  not  consist  in 
■f  possessing  honors,  but  in 
deserving  them.  —ARISTOTLE. 


three  inches  I  could  let  down,"  she  s| 
"Take  your  brecks  off  now,  laddie." 

Geordie  took  his  breeks  off  and  stoo.^ 
his  shirt.  He  grumbled  away  to  himself.l  I 
it  wasn't  any  good  arguing  with  Mum  <|  I 
she  had  her  mind  made  up.  She  fitted"  j 
kilt  round  his  waist  and  did  up  the  strjj 
They  went  in  at  the  last  hole.  The  kilt 
high  above  his  knees. 

"That'll  be  fine,"  said  Mum,  going  all! 
way  round  him,  pulling  and  prodding  at  I 
like  he  was  a  big  sack. 

"What'll  the  Black  Watch  say?  Thi 
not  allow  it." 

"I'll  take  the  green  flashes  off,"  said  M 
"Then  they'll  not  mind.  Anyway,  they'd 
fine  to  see  a  braw  laddie  in  his  dad's  ki 

Geordie  made  a  last  protest.  "  But  I  di 
want  to  wear  the  kilt.  Mum." 

"It's  what  your  dad  would  have  lil 
Take  it  off  now,  Geordie,  and  I'll  let  it  01 ' 

So  that  was  that.  Geordie  loosed  the  t 
and  put  his  breeks  back  on  again.  He 
ail  awful  simple  lump  of  clay  in  a  worn! 
hands,  was  Geordie. 

Mum  took  a  last  look  at  him  and  g> 
the  kilt  some  tugs  to  get  it  hanging  evenl 
the  way  round.  "That's  fine,  Geordie,"  ■ 
said.  "Do  your  best  now,  and  mind  wh 
said  about  being  careful  how  you  sit." 
"Och,  Mum!" 

He  set  off  along  the  road  toward  Dr 
fechan.  It  was  only  three  miles  away.  Or 
ordinary  day  he  would  have  taken  his  b 
but  there  were  several  reasons  why  the 
and  the  bike  didn't  go  together,  anyway 
for  an  inexperienced  man. 

It  still  felt  a  bit  strange  on  him,  ti 
round  his  tummy  and  flapping  round 
^^^^^^^^     knees,  but  he  practiced 
swing  of  it,  giving  a  lii 
jerk  to  his  bottom  e: 
time  he  took  a  step.  Al 
a  mile  the  knack  began 
come  to  him,  and  the  pie 
■HHMHMM     swung  rhythmically  acr 
the  back  of  his  knees. 
Geordie  was  wearing  his  best  tweed  jack 
a  shirt  and  a  tie,  stockings  and  boots,  so  wl 
with  that  and  the  kilt  he  made  a  fine  figu 
Two  busses  passed  him.  Then  he  hearc 
third  one  coming;  but  it  slowed  up.  It  wa 
big  red  bus.  The  driver  leaned  over  to  t 
window  nearest  Geordie. 

"Am  I  right  for  Drumfechan?"  he  askc 
"Straight  ahead,"  said  Geordie.  "Ti 
left  before  the  loch." 
"Want  a  lift?" 

Geordie  hesitated,  sensing  the  ro' 
feminine  eyes  at  the  windows.  Well,  it 
save  time.  He  climbed  into  the  bus  and  s 
beside  the  driver.  It  was  a  busload  of  gii 
and  they  were  chattering  away  like  girls  < 
But  they  were  suddenly  silent  except 
stifled  giggles  and  whispers. 

Geordie  was  shy  in  there  with  all  th' 
females.  Not  that  he  could  see  them  behi 
him,  but  he  felt  them  all  right,  and  he  kn 
they  were  watching  him.  Also  he  heard  wl 
one  whispered  to  another:  "D'y'ever  ? 
such  a  lovely  boy,  Kate?" 

Geordie  felt  himself  going  red  all  over.  T 
redness  tingled  on  the  back  of  his  neck,  so 
had  to  say  something  to  hide  his  confusic 

"Did  you  come  far?" 

"From  Newcastle,"  said  the  driver,  rail 
ing  his  voice  above  the  engine.  "We're  onl' 
week-end  tour." 

Newcastle  was  down  in  England  somjl 
place.  "That's  a  long  step,"  said  Geordie. 

The  driver  leaned  over  and  spoke  mok 
quietly.  "Thirty-two  of  'em,  and  just  rrv 
Can  you  beat  it?" 

The  girls  had  begun  to  chatter  again  b  | 
hind  Geordie  and  he  was  able  to  relax.  Sex 
the  bus  was  running  down  into  the  villas 

The  driver  raised  his  voice  to  a  cominarv 
ing  bellow.  "Attention,  please,  ladies!"  TI 
ladies  were  silent.  "We  are  now  approachi 
Drumfechan.  We  shall  stop  one  hour  at  tl 
I  Iighland  Games.  Then  all  alxuird  for  Strati 
peffer.  Don't  be  late,  please,  ladies! 

Even  if  the  chap  was  only  an  Englishma; 
Geordie  couldn't  help  admiring  him.  I 
handled  his  ladies  with  the  greatest  scl 


assurance. 


f(  milium  ■/  ">i  I'nitr  H>l\ 


LADIES"  IIOMK  JOl'KN  \L 


ir>9 


From  the  top  of  his  head  to  his  tiny  toes  baby's  thinner  skin  needs  protective  care 

-MS  TENDER  SKIN  NEEDS  /OUR  CONSTANT  Care 


lie  careful  to  wash  in  the  creases  and  skin 
|  of  his  little  arms  and  legs.  Even  the  tiniest  bit 
It  or  accumulated  moisture  might  irritate  that 
r  skin.  His  baby  skin  is  so  much  thinner  than 
—skin  studies  show  that  it  would  chafe  more 
ly,  be  injured  sooner.  He  needs  your  wise  care 
;p  him  happy  and  comfortable. 


You  change  him  often  to  keep  that  tender  skin 
dry  and  comfortable.  Also  important  to  baby's  daily 
comfort  is  a  soft,  fine  bathroom  tissue — one  with 
three  "tender  skin"  qualities.  Old  linen  softness 
you're  sure  doesn't  chafe.  Really  high  absorbency 
for  immaculate  cleansing.  Exactly  the  right  strength 
to  guard  against  tearing  or  shredding. 


More  mothers  every  day  arc  finding  this  ideal 
combination  of  "tender  skin"  qualities  in  Scot- 
Tissue.  ScotTissue's  gentle  touch  is  truly  "soft  as 
old  linen"  on  baby's  thinner  skin.  Up  to  6  months 
try  lining  his  diaper  with  20  or  more  sheets  of  fluffed- 
up  ScotTissue.  Just  flush  away  the  soiled  tissue. 
Convenient  for  you,  and  comfortable  for  baby,  too. 

Trade  Marks  "ScotTlBsu©.*'  "Soft  as  old  linen"  Rec.  U.  S.  Pat.  Off. 


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Favorite  Sheets 
for  over  a 


F, 


ive  qualities  to  choose  from— 


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that  you  are  buying  the  very  best  for  the  price  you  pay. 


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FLU  DANGER 

Reaches  Peak! 


MRS.  DONALD  McGILL,  St.  Louis,  Mo.,  guards  Her  foremost  precaution  now,  with  flu 
Kerry  against  all  cold  weather  dangers.     around:  daily  disinfection  of  their  home. 

SMART  MOTHER  STEPS  UP  FIGHT  ON  GERMS 


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rh'  us  stopped  beside  the  field.  "Thanks," 
i  Jordie,  and  he  jumped  out  quickly, 
rinjthat  no  one  would  see  him  leaving  a 
i  W  i  thirty-two  girls  in  it. 
Jujio  one  seemed  to  notice,  and  he  got  in 
;  a  he  gate  because  he  was  a  competitor, 
fh  Drumfechan  Games  were  held  in  a 
•  Sside  the  loch.  They  weren't  grand 
Mid  Games  like  you'd  find  at  Braemar 
Silike;  but  local.  There  were  bicycle 
»|nd  Highland  dancing  and  running 
I  jiiping,  flowers  and  vegetables  in  a  big 
rq.e,  everybody  dressed  up  in  his  best 
ht.and  sweaty  on  account  of  the  hot  sun, 
1 1|  loch  as  calm  as  a  millpond,  and  an 
lia!  chap  selling  ices;  N.  Valente,  his 
ie''as,  but  he  had  a  broad  Scotch  voice, 
jcjuntof  him  be- 
tl  second  gener- 
>n 

Hi|'  over  in  the 
Oji'ier  under  the 
S<  s  pine  the  pip- 
going  on.  It 
,t  pibroch,  three 
ggj  sitting  at  a 
le.and  a  lonely 
ar  laying  his  la- 
lt  id  moving  slow 
w  hem.  It  was  a 
le  sound,  not 
8"  music  to  a 
lir's  ears,  but 
pi  beautiful  to 
1  ;hland  people. 
L  as  the  music 
cl  lay  in  below 
ninds.  It  went 
I  em  to  the  high 
Ipr  down  from 
Ijl  when  they 
ri  he  black-faced 
■jo  market. 
Hrybody  was 
I  a  fine  time,  al- 
p  you  wouldn't 
n  from  the  seri- 
■ices.  Almost 
|bdy;  Geordie 
H  was  not  very 
l  He  was  grum- 
Hway  inside  be- 
1  lum  had  made 
|i:ar  Dad's  kilt, 
In  wondering  if 
it  ght  about  him, 
jpwing  his  knees 
|x>  white  for  a 
l;-wearingman, 
Ine  of  the  boys 
if  his  leg  on  ac- 
|  >f  them  remem- 
r  him  as  Wee 
Be  in  the  school 
feeing  what  a 
I  lump  he  was 
'i  nd  seeing,  too,  that  the  kilt  was  for- 
ij  him. 

%  where  was  Jean?  Geordie  kept  look- 
Smd  to  see  if  he  could  find  her,  but  she 
I  where  about.  He  hadn't  seen  her  since 
hy  when  the  storm  was,  and  he  had 
I  her.  He  felt  a  tingle  all  over  at  the 
fry  of  that.  Perhaps  Jean  wouldn't 
i  perhaps  she  never  wanted  to  see  him 
^tiat  kiss. 

I  hot-putting  wasn't  due  for  half  an 
ret.  Geordie  walked  past  the  wooden 
:."m  where  the  little  girls  were  dancing 
l  ord  dance.  He  watched  one  of  them 
)  linute,  dressed  up  in  her  kilt  and  diced 
!|nd  bonnet  and  all,  light  as  a  fairy  on 
H,  pattering  like  magic  over  the  crossed 
I  and  never  a  touch,  hands  looped 
Sally,  finishing  in  a  flurry  of  the  quick 
!ne,  and  standing  back,  and  marching 
i  small  soldier  off  the  boards,  and  the 
line  taking  her  place. 
It  brought  him  to  the  big  marquee.  He 
i  inside.  All  the  noises  were  muted  in 
1  and  the  people  went  slowly  along  one 
1/here  the  flowers  were  banked,  and 
(the  other  past  the  vegetables,  and 
js  beside  the  exhibits — First,  Second, 
I  Highly  Commended,  Special  Award, 
'ne  day  for  it.  Geordie,"  said  somebody. 


"Aye,"  said  Geordie.  "Fine  day  for  it." 

He  went  on  past  the  flowers.  It  was  very 
hot  in  there,  stuffy  too,  and  the  smell  was 
a  mixture  of  sweet  peas  and  onions  and  Sun- 
day clothes  and  soap  and  sweat,  a  special 
mixed-up  smell  you  got  on  the  one  day  in 
the  year. 

Mr.  Donaldson,  Jean's  cad,  was  standing 
at  the  far  end.  He  was  wearing  a  blue  suit. 
He  looked  very  respectable  with  his  bowler 
hat  and  his  red  face  and  his  committee  badge. 
He  was  chief  judge  of  vegetables. 

"It's  a  fine  show,  Mr.  Donaldson,"  said 
Geordie,  not  knowing  if  it  was  fine  or  not; 
but  the  display  looked  good  to  him,  and 
anyway  Mr.  Donaldson  was  Jean's  dad  and 
Geordie  wished  to  be  agreeable  with  him. 

"Not  bad,  Geor- 
die," said  Mr.  Don- 
aldson judiciously, 
casting  his  eye  up  and 
down  the  vegeta- 
bles— the  fine  clusters 
of  onions,  and  the 
cauliflowers  like  white 
pincushions,  the  green 
peas  in  flat  bowls,  and 
the  strawberries  so  big 
and  red  they  made 
your  mouth  water.  "  I 
observe  a  slight  im- 
provement over  last 
year." 

"How's  things  in 
the  garden,  Mr.  Don- 
aldson? "  asked  Geor- 
die, just  forsomething 
to  say.  He  wondered 
if  Jean  could  have 
come  with  her  dad, 
but  he  didn't  dare  to 
ask. 

"Not  bad  —  not 
bad,"  said  Mr.  Don- 
aldson. He  generally 
said  things  twice  over. 
"The  wood  pigeons 
is  botherin'  me  again. 
I'd  be  obliged  if  you'd 
shoot  a  few."  He 
looked  sternly  at 
Geordie  for  a  mo- 
ment, saying  but  not 
saying  that  a  young 
keeper  couldn't 
hardly  be  expected  to 
do  his  job  properly. 

The  wood  pigeons 
were  an  old  trouble 
between  the  gardener 
and  the  gamekeeper, 
them  and  the  rabbits 
and  the  pheasants; 
and  the  Donaldsons' 
cat  hunting  about  the 
place.  There  were 
grouses  and  grumbles  both  ways,  but  Geordie 
was  too  young  to  give  Mr.  Donaldson  any 
lip,  even  though  if  he  hadn't  been  Jean's 
dad,  Geordie  would  have  liked  fine  to  ex- 
press his  thoughts.  What  harm  would  a  few 
pigeons  do? 

"I'll  attend  to  it,  Mr.  Donaldson,"  he  said 
respectful,  and  went  back  past  the  vege- 
tables, wondering  how  Jean  ever  got  such  a 
stuck-up  old  chap  for  a  dad.  He  was  a  good 
gardener,  though,  or  so  folk  said. 

Outside  it  was  cool  after  the  tent.  Geordie 
cast  his  eyes  about  again  for  Jean,  but  he 
couldn't  see  her  anyplace.  Come  to  think  of 
it,  he  wasn't  so  sure  he  did  want  to  see  her, 
him  feeling  awkward  and  wishing  he'd  never 
agreed  to  enter  in  the  shot-putting  against 
all  the  pros,  from  Dundee  and  Aberdeen  and 
other  big  places. 

He  thought  maybe  he'd  go  down  to  hear 
the  piping;  so  he  skirted  the  field.  A  bicycle 
race  was  taking  place  at  the  moment.  They 
bumped  past  him  on  the  grass.  They  were 
tough  boys,  those,  bent  earnest  over  the 
handle  bars,  jostling  one  another  and  cursing 
fit  to  beat  the  band. 

The  pibroch  was  still  going  on.  Geordie 
stopped  a  short  distance  from  the  piper,  who 
was  nothing  special  as  a  performer.  The 
Laird  was  head  judge.  He  looked  restless  in 
behind  the  table,  darting  glances  here  and 


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'Lysol'  when  it  comes  to  fighting  infec- 
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young  Mrs.  McGill. 

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tablespoons  of  'Lysol'  to  each  gallon  of 
water  — for  all  my  daily  cleaning.  I  know 
'Lysol'  disinfectant  helps  kill  disease 
germs ...  in  the  kitchen  and  bathroom, 
on  all  floors  and  all  surfaces  everywhere, 
throughout  the  house. 

"I'M  EXTRA  CAREFUL  to  guard  family 
health  right  now  with  so  much  more  flu 
around.  Every  place,  every  day,  potent 
'Lysol'  brand  disinfectant  is  needed  to 
help  fight  infection  in  house  dust." 


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"WASH  DAY  sees  me  adding  'Lysol'  to  the 
water  when  flu  is  around.  The  children's 
room,  including  furniture  and  walls,  gets 
this  special  hygienic  cleansing  now,  too." 


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tion—especially now  with  flu  danger  at  its 
peak.  Use  effective,  economical  "Lysol,"  as 
Mrs.  McGill  does,  daily,  when  she  cleans. 


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By  Catherine  Haydon  Jacobs 

The  love  I  gave  you  has  come  back 
to  me, 

Estranged  a  little  by  its  time  away, 
Bearing  a  wound  deep  but  invisible 
Because  there  was  no  wish  for  it 
to  stay. 

I  know  too  well  it  has  outgrown  this 
heart. 

With  me  it  only  sought  the  cloud- 
less sky. 

You  bade  it  greet  both  lashing  wind 
and  storm; 
You  tempered  it  with  wisdom 
more  than  I. 

It  must  go  forth  again;  I  know  its 
will  .  .  . 

Your  love  and  mine  . . .  bearing  my 
name  alone. 
It  will  be  stronger  far;  I  shall  not 
fear  .  .  . 

It  will  have  strength  to  stand  upon 
its  own. 

If  it  remain  within  another's  heart, 
And  conquer  over  time  with  new- 
born powers, 
I  shall  be  glorified  to  other 
dreams.  .  .  . 
But  I  shall  not  forget  what  dreams 
were  ours. 

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there.  When  he  spotted  Geordic  he  got  up 
from  his  chair  and  came  right  over.  The  two 
other  judges  looked  anxiously  at  him  and  at 
each  other.  Then  one  of  them  went  and 
stopped  the  piper.  The  sound  of  the  pibroch 
died  and  the  air  moaned  out  of  the  bag  and 
the  piper  didn't  look  well  pleased  at  being 
interrupted.  But  nobody  else  seemed  to 
mind.  When  the  Laird  judged  anything  it 
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ever came  into  his  mind,  and  by  and  by  some- 
body might  get  him  back  to  doing  what  he 
shouldn't  have  stopped  doing. 

"Hullo,  George,"  he  said.  The  Laird  had 
his  usual  droopy  kilt  festooned  about  him 
and  the  bonnet  perched  on  top  of  his  wispy 
hair  and  the  long  shepherd's  crook  in  his 
hand.  He  was  Chieftain  of  the  Games  this 
year,  so  he  wore  a  big  badge  with  that  printed 
on  it. 

"Hullo,  sir,"  said  Geordie,  a  bit  uncom- 
fortable that  it  should  have  been  him  who 
attracted  the  Laird's  attention  and  stopped 
the  piping. 

"Rotten  piper,  that  fellow.  I  say,  George, 
you  look  well  in  the  kilt.  Wish  I  had  a  back- 
side like  yours  to  make  mine  swing." 

Geordie  blushed  to  the  roots  of  his  hair. 
The  Laird  was  speaking  loudly,  and  Geordie 
was  sure  everyone  at  the  games  could  hear 
his  remarks. 

"Here,  let's  have  a  look  at  you."  He 
prowled  all  round  Geordie  like  a  friendly 
collie  dog.  "Your  father's  kilt,  I  suppose. 
You're  a  credit  to  him.  Hot  day.  isn't  it?  You 
look  like  young  Lochinvar  or  gay  Lothario, 
or  Doctor  Johnson  in  the  Hebrides — no,  no, 
hardly  like  him." 

Geordie  shifted  from  foot  to  foot,  wishing 
the  Laird  would  go  back  to  his  judging  and 
leave  him  be.  But  it  was  kind  of  good  of  him 
to  come  up  special;  and  anyway,  Geordie 
was  fond  of  the  old  chap  even  if  he  couldn't 
make  head  nor  tail  of  half  what  he  said. 

"  I  hear  you're  putting  the  shot.  Hope  you 
put  a  pretty  one.  Well,  I  suppose  I'd  better 
get  back  to  my  judging.  Is  Jean  here  to 
watch  you,  George?" 

"She  was  to  come,  sir,"  said  Geordie. 
"But  I  haven't  seen  her."  He  was  surprised 
at  himself,  taking  the  Laird  into  his  confi- 
dence like;  but  he  needed  somebody  to  be 
an  aily.  with  the  hollow  feeling  in  his  stomach 
and  perhaps  Jean  not  coming. 

"Don't  you  worry,  George.  Jean  wouldn't 
miss  seeing  you.  Take  my  word  for  it." 

Just  then  the  man  with  the  megaphone 
shouted,  "All  competitors  for  putting  the 
shot."  So  the  Laird  went  back  to  the  long- 
suffering  pipers  and  judges,  and  Geordie 
hurried  over  to  the  shot-putting. 

They  were  a  big-looking  lot  of  chaps  clus- 
tered beside  the  white-painted  board  and 
circle,  and  solemn  men  most  of  them,  being 
policemen.  They  looked  veterans  every  one, 
and  they  eyed  Geordie  like  he  had  some 
nerve  daring  to  compete  against  them,  and 
him  just  a  clumsy  laddie  from  away  up  a 
glen.  There  were  eight  altogether — four  in 
the  kilt  and  three  in  wee  white  pants,  and 
Geordie  in  Dad's  kilt.  That  made  eight.  They 
had  those  light  spiked  shoes  on,  not  like  the 
hobnail  boots  Geordie  was  wearing.  The 
champion  was  Sergeant  Hunter  of  the  Dun- 
dee police,  and  he  was  a  giant  of  a  man,  so  big 
Geordie  felt  he'd  go  twice  into  him,  although 
of  course  that  wasn't  the  case;  for  in  truth 
Geordie  was  nearly  as  big  as  Sergeant  Hunter, 
only  he  felt  smaller. 

"Good  luck,  Geordie!"  called  Reverend 
MacNab  from  among  the  spectators.  His 
face  was  shining  with  excitement,  and  with 
pleasure  at  the  mistaken  idea  that  it  was 
him  who'd  persuaded  Geordic  to  enter. 

Geordic  looked  despairingly  along  the  line 
of  faces,  but  he  couldn't  see  Jean.  There 
wasn't  a  sign  of  her  anyplace,  and  his  heart 
sank  and  he  wished  he'd  never  been  crazy 
enough  to  come  here  and  make  a  fool  of  him- 
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"Forty-four  feet  six,"  said  the  judge,  and 
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So  it  went  on  down  through  the  eight  of 
them,  and  none  of  the  others  as  good  as  Ser- 
geant Hunter.  Geordie  slipped  on  the  grass 
and  did  thirty-nine  feet,  terrible  for  him. 

He  thought  of  all  the  minister  had  taught 
him,  and  he  thought  of  Henry  Samson,  who'd 
want  to  hear  how  he  got  on  his  first  time  out, 
and  he  remembered  the  Success  Poem,  and 
he  thought  of  Jean,  who'd  promised  to  come 
and  then  never  came,  and  he  felt  a  slow  re- 
sentment at  her. 

The  second  round  was  worse  as  far  as 
Geordie  was  concerned.  He  tried  too  hard 
this  time  and  caught  his  foot  against  the 
board  and  fell  forward.  "No  put,"  called  the 
judge  coldly.  Sergeant  Hunter  had  raised  his 
to  forty-five,  and  there  were  two  others 
nearly  forty-four. 

Geordie  caught  the  minister's  eye.-  He 
looked  very  dejected  now,  not  exactly  pale 
because  it  wasn't  in  him  to  have  a  pallid 
face,  but  he  was  less  ruddy  than  usual.  How- 
ever, he  gave  Geordie  a  strained  smile  for 
encouragement. 

"Last  round!"  said  the  judge,  and  all  the 
big  men  flexed  their  muscles  and  danced  a 
caper  to  limber  up  their  legs;  all  except  Geor- 
die, who  was  still  trying  to  find  Jean  among 
the  crowd. 

It  was  just  then  that  he  saw  her  red  tam- 
o'-shanter  bobbing  down  the  slope.  She  came 
running,  hair  flying,  light  of  foot,  pushing  her 
way  through  to  the  very  front  of  the  crowd. 

An  expectant  hush  had  fallen  over  the 
field.  There  must  have  been  six  or  seven  hun- 
dred there,  and  they  were  all  keen  to  see  Ser- 
geant Hunter  break  his  own  record;  and 
maybe  they  were  thinking,  "What's  our 


^  There  is  a  policeman  in  every 
^  man's  conscience;  you  may  not 
always  find  him  on  the  beat. 

—  PUNCH. 


Geordie  think  he's  doin',  entering  in  a  com- 
petition with  Scotland's  best?" 

Perhaps  they  mostly  thought  that;  but 
Jean  couldn't  have,  for  she  called  across  to 
him.  It  sounded  as  clear  as  a  bell,  did  her 
soft  Highland  voice: 

"Come  away  now,  Geordie!" 

His  worries,  his  shyness,  the  clumsiness  he 
was  feeling — all  that  fell  from  Geordie  like 
magic.  Now  that  Jean  was  there  he  could 
hardly  wait  his  turn.  He  flexed  his  muscles 
and  did  his  own  wee  caper,  copying  the 
others,  although  truth  to  tell  it  was  an  un- 
gainly caper  in  those  heavy  boots. 

Sergeant  Hunter  raised  his  to  forty-six 
feet  and  a  half  inch,  and  nobody  else  as  good 
as  that,  and  Geordie's  turn  at  last. 

He  picked  up  the  shot  and  took  position 
in  the  circle.  He  wasn't  in  a  hurry.  He  swayed 
there,  waiting  for  the  right  moment  to  come, 
waiting  for  the  moment  when  all  his  body 
would  be  in  balance,  and  him  ready  to  bust 
himself  for  Jean  who  had  arrived  in  time. 

The  moment  came  and  he  made  the  dive 
and  the  glide  and  the  turn,  and  the  shot  left 
him;  effortless  it  felt,  but  the  whole  of  his 
great  strength  was  piled  into  the  tips  of  the 
fingers  of  his  right  hand.  He  landed  well  back 
in  the  circle.  The  shot  went  slowly  up,  spin- 
ning against  the  dark  foliage  of  the  Scots 
pine,  and  over  and  down  down  down,  two 
feet  beyond  the  blue  card  which  marked  the 
sergeant's  peg. 

There  was  a  second's  hush,  and  then  great 
shouts :  "Good  laddie,  Geordie !  You're  braw, 
Geordie!  What  a  beauty!"  and  so  on,  and  a 
thunder  of  clapping,  and  nobody  could  easily 
believe  that  he  had  seen  Geordie  MacTag- 
gart  beat  Sergeant  Hunter. 

Even  the  sergeant  came  over  and  shook 
his  hand.  He  didn't  look  best  pleased,  but  he 
wasn't  a  bad  sport  for  all  the  dismay  in  his 
countenance. 

"Well  done,  young  fella,"  he  said. 
"You've  a  future  in  shot-putting." 

That  pleased  Geordie.  Then  the  minister 
thumped  him  on  the  back  and  Jean  came 
near  with  her  eyes  shining. 

The  minister  and  Jean  waited  till  the  ex- 
citement had  died  down. 

(Continued  on  Page  165) 


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!"  said  Reverend  MacNab  con- 


MacNab?" 
(WOTiccept  the  prize  money." 
■raheverend  ? " 

iMAi  you'd  lose  your  amateur  status." 
xjitijdidn't  know  what  difference  that 
dinle.  However,  he  was  in  no  mood  to 
tianjie  minister. 

PHjean  wandered  over  together  to 
aSr]  to  buy  an  ice.  "Wha'll  ye  hae?" 
that  ark  Scotsman.  N.  Valente. 
p^lg  sliders,"  said  Geordie.  They  got 
doll's  of  ice  cream  between  the  wafers 
i  saJwich. 

ey  ind  a  place  away  from  the  crowd 
lse  Jiordie  was  embarrassed  at  all  the 
-/Mag  up  to  congratulate  him.  He  and 
satlle  by  side  under  the  pine  tree,  not 
e  aprd,  but  eating  their  ices  and  very 
jj|:ther,  each  knowing  now  that  the 
feljhe  same,  and  not  wanting  anyone 
>*|d  except  Geordie  and  Jean.  It  was 
bfijt  as  a  diamond,  warm  as  the  eve- 
ifioft  as  a  fluff  of  dandelion  floating 
;  ai<  sweet  as  the  heather  honey, 
ey  rgot  all  about  the  time.  It  wasn't 
he'ian  with  the  megaphone  called 
irdi  vlacTaggart ! "  in  a  loud  voice  that 
■Japed  to  his  feet  and  hurried  off  to 
iriz  giving.  He  arrived  panting.  The 
Bmade  a  lane  for  him  and  he  went 
Uh  to  the  table  where  the  Laird  was 
■  the  prizes. 

H  George,"  said  the  Laird  heartily. 
»re  ive  you  been?  " 

Bjtrack  o'  the  time,"  Geordie  mura- 

Hh,"  said  the  Laird,  who  had  seen 
£je.  "'Twas  lost  with  Amaryllis  in 
George.  That's 


lost  the  track 


he'd 


■k  Second  thoughts  are  best. 
™  God  created  man;  woman 
was  the  afterthought. 

—  PROVERB. 


ia 

m 

ie, 

Wk  wished 
u 

ireorize  open  shot 
ng  Geordie  Mac- 
m   said  the  an-  HMMB 

er 

me  gave  the  Laird  an  envelope  which 
■pd  to  Geordie. 
Bponey,  sir?" 

■loney?  Dunno.  Yes,  I  suppose  it  is." 
I  t  take  it,  sir,"  said  Geordie.  "On 
If  my  amateur  status." 
Has  a  problem  for  the  committee, 
lad  ever  refused  a  money  prize  be- 
1/  put  their  heads  together  and  held 
■sultation,  the  Laird  making  helpful 

■  as  and  trying  everyone's  patience. 
Belt  awkward  standing  there.  Per- 
lought  to  get  away  back  into  the 
I. 

lially  a  small  silver  cup  was  pro- 
I  wasn't  any  bigger  than  an  eggcup. 

■  you  are,  George,"  said  the  Laird. 
I  nail  trophy  for  the  lusty  champion 
Ifechan."  He  gave  Geordie  a  very 
Biile,  not  daft  at  all. 

I  shook  hands  and  Geordie  retired 
I  ;rs.  Sergeant  Hunter  was  as  pleased 
li  because  he  got  the  prize  money 
l.vasn't  able  to  accept.  So  everybody 
my,  and  Geordie  was  happiest  of  all. 
| as  waiting  at  the  edge  of  the  crowd. 
Iked  home  together,  going  by  the 
along  the  hillside.  What  with  this 
and  the  next  thing,  it  was  gloaming 
me  they  parted. 

as  the  games  were  concerned,  that 
rdie's  one  and  only  appearance.  The 
;ason  was  on,  and  most  Saturdays 
1  would  have  a  shoot,  so  there  wasn't 
much  else.  Besides,  as  we  have  no- 
lore,  Geordie  was  not  deeply  imbued 
I:  competitive  spirit.  "Art  for  art's 
aould  have  been  his  motto  if  he  had 
lard  of  the  expression;  and  even  if 
lid  the  idea  of  his  being  a  champion, 
I't  want  her  big  Geordie  to  be  going 
I'  to  some  of  them  fancy  places  where 
Iris  might  get  their  hooks  into  him. 
I  courtship  was  no  gallop.  It  was  a 
Id  steady  wooing,  you  might  say — 
]  hands  and  perhaps  a  kiss  to  close 
(i.ion;  and  the  same  next  time.  But 


everyone  knew  now  that  Geordie  and  Jean 
were  going  steady. 

Another  winter  went  by,  not  cold  as  cold 
winters  go,  but  dragging  on  and  on  until  at 
last  the  sun  was  warm  again  and  the  wild 
primroses  flowered  along  the  banks  and  the 
blackbird  sang  his  song  of  happiness. 

Then  you  forgot  the  bleakness  of  the  win- 
ter; you  forgot  the  wind  that  bit  into  your 
cheeks,  the  frost  that  bound  the  loch,  the 
deadness  of  it  all.  When  you  were  young  like 
Geordie  you  forgot  that  easily. 

For  young  people  the  year  grows  even  as 
it  dies;  but  for  the  old  there  is  a  sadness  at 
each  new  season. 

One  of  Geordie's  many  jobs  was  looking 
after  the  Laird's  hens.  Every  spring  some  of 
them  would  go  broody  and  sit  cluck-cluck- 
clucking  the  whole  day  through  in  the  laying 
boxes  in  the  henhouse.  They  would  brood 
upon  a  china  egg  for  want  of  something  bet- 
ter, and  their  eyes  would  be  glazed  with  the 
sweet  expectancy  of  motherhood,  and  the 
whole  thing  a  snare  and  a  delusion.  Well, 
Geordie  would  select  the  best  mothers  and 
coop  them  up  with  a  setting  of  real  eggs,  and 
in  the  fullness  of  time  the  faithful  cluckers 
would  have  their  reward. 

The  chickens  were  well  ahead  this  year; 
by  the  middle  of  May  they  were  running 
strongly  so  that  the  whole  of  that  corner  of 
the  field  was  a  hurry  and  a  scurry  and  a 
cheeping  of  Rhode  Island  Reds,  which  were 
the  kind  Geordie  reared  mostly. 

He  came  down  this  evening  with  the  mash 
in  one  bucket  and  water  in  the  other.  He 
hadn't  quite  reached  the  field  when  he  saw 
a  hawk  swing  round  the  corner  of  the  wood 
and  stoop  and  fly  off  heavily  with  a  chicken 
in  its  talons.  That  was  the  cunning  devil 
Geordie  had  been  trying  to 
HHBHB     get  '"'  tw0  weeks.  It 

one  of  the  Laird's  beloved 
kestrels,  which  he  always 
said  were  harmless.  So  they 
generally  were;  but  some- 
times, if  hunting  was  diffi- 
i^HBl     cult,  they  would  start  the 
chicken  habit  and  find  that 
easy;  then  there  was  nothing  to  do  but  shoot 
the  bird  and  not  let  on  to  the  Laird. 

The  chickens  were  ranging  wide.  When 
they  saw  Geordie  they  made  a  piping  chorus, 
high  as  high,  and  dropped  their  heads  and 
came  toward  him  in  a  rush  from  every  direc- 
tion. They  knew  the  hand  that  bore  the 
mash. 

He  went  from  coop  to  coop,  putting  down 
the  food  and  water.  Four  of  the  five  mothers 
gave  a  friendly  cluck  in  greeting,  but  the 
fifth  was  a  hellion  that  squawked  whenever 
she  saw  him  and  pecked  hard  if  she  got  the 
chance.  She  was  a  good  mother,  though;  just 
fierce  as  females  sometimes  are. 

After  Geordie  had  finished  with  the  broody 
hens  and  the  chickens,  he  went  over  to  feed 
the  layers.  He  had  that  done,  too,  when  he 
heard  the  Laird's  familiar  hail.  "Yoo-hoo, 
George,"  it  sounded  across  the  spring  eve- 
ning. 

Geordie  turned  round.  The  Laird  was  com- 
ing down  the  track.  Reverend  MacNab  was 
with  him,  and  a  couple  of  strangers. 

He  walked  over  to  meet  them.  He  was  still 
annoyed  about  that  chicken  which  the  hawk 
had  taken,  and  he  debated  in  his  mind 
whether  to  tell  about  it.  Better  not,  if  the 
Laird  didn't  raise  the  subject. 

"Hullo,  George,"  said  the  Laird. 

"Hullo,  sir,"  said  Geordie,  touching  his 
cap  with  politeness. 

The  minister  and  the  two  strangers  stood 
in  the  background.  They  didn't  look  the  kind 
of  gentry  you  found  in  those  parts,  more 
slicked-up  like;  but  they  were  a  sturdy  pair 
of  men.  They  were  eying  Geordie,  and  talk- 
ing to  the  minister  and  looking  back  at  Geor- 
die again.  For  some  reason  the  minister  was 
excited.  He  had  a  trick  of  bobbing  up  and 
down  on  his  toes  when  he  was  steamed  up 
about  anything;  and  he  was  doing  that  now, 
up  and  down  like  a  jack-in-the-box,  and  him 
in  his  back-side-forward  collar  just  as  usual. 

"The  chickens  look  well,  George,"  the 
Laird  said. 

"Aye,  they're  healthy  enough,  the  ones  I 
have  left."  The  remark  slipped  out. 


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VAULTS 


"Did  some  die  on  you?" 

"They  was  killed  on  me,"  said  Geordie. 

The  Laird  and  Geordie  were  about  a  match 
in  height ;  their  shapes  were  totally  different, 
of  course. 

"Ah-ha!  Sparrow  hawks  or  foxes?" 

"Neither,"  said  Geordie  shortly.  He  could 
still  see  that  sickle-winged  devil  swooping 
for  the  chickens. 

"What  then,  George?" 

"A  kestrel." 

The  Laird's  face,  which  was  always  ruddy 
because  of  the  open-air  life  he  led  and  the 
wee  drams  at  nighttime,  took  on  a  deeper 
hue.  purplish.  That  was  a  sign  he  was  vexed. 

"Prejudice,"  he  muttered.  "Stuff  and 
nonsense!  Same  old  story.  Couldn't  be  a 
kestrel." 

"A  kestrel  was  what  it  was.  I  seen  it  take 
one  half  an  hour  ago." 

"  Bah ! "  said  the  Laird,  puffing  out  his  thin 
cheeks  and  looking  as  if  he  would  explode 
any  minute.  He  glared  at  Geordie  and  Geor- 
die glared  at  him. 

Geordie  lapsed  into  the  third  person. 
"Does  the  Laird  not  believe  me?" 

"  Don't  be  a  fool,  George ! "  said  the  Laird. 

"Would  the  Laird  take  time  to  watch  for 
himself?" 

The  Laird  said  nothing. 

"I'll  need  to  shoot  it  then,"  Geordie  went 
on  remorselessly.  He  was  more  than  a  little 
annoyed  with  his  employer,  as  indeed  he  well 
might  be,  for  the  Laird  could  be  a  very  un- 
reasonable fellow  when  he  mounted  one  of 
his  hobby  horses. 

They  were  both  such  obstinate  characters 
that  this  argument  might  have  gone  on  much 
longer  if  Reverend  MacNab  had  not  seen  fit 
to  intervene.  He  cleared  his  throat  sugges- 
tively. 

Geordie  and  the  Laird  both  swung  on  him, 
ready  to  pulverize  anyone  who  interfered  in 
'an  argument  which  had  become  almost  tra- 
ditional, and  in  a  way  was  dear  to  them  both. 
But  the  minister  was  not  interfering;  he  was 
changing  the  subject. 

"Do  you  have  the  weight  down  at  the 
house,  Geordie?" 

"The  weight?  Aye,  it's  there."  At  that 
moment  the  weight  was  of  no  importance  at 
all  to  him. 

"I'd  be  much  obliged  if  you  would  demon- 
strate that  new  turning  technique  we  devel- 
oped." The  minister  turned.  "These  gentle- 
men .  .  .  Geordie,  this  is  Mr.  Harley,  and 
Mr.  Rawlins — Geordie  MacTaggart."  The 
minister  was  still  bobbing  up  and  down 
with  excitement. 

Geordie  wiped  the  chicken  mash  off  his 
hand  and  said  how  d'you  do  and  fine,  thanks, 


but  he  said  it  cool,  as  he  was  vetnm 
vexed  with  the  Laird  of  Drumfechasaj 
no  mood  for  politeness. 

"Come,  come! "  said  the  Laird  imp1^ 
He  strode  off  toward  Geordie's  hoifl 
muttering  about  harmless  kestrels J>( 
stooped  at  the  shoulders,  and  he  look  nd 
like  a  harmless  old  bird  of  prey  h\n  if 

The  minister  followed;  then  Mr.  ;m 
and  Mr.  Rawlins,  whoever  they  mig  j^ 
their  fancy  suits.  Geordie  brought  j 
rear,  carrying  his  two  buckets.  Tlx 
phere  of  the  procession  was  very  s 
what  with  the  front  and  rear  beinjkB 
and  the  minister  in  a  state  of  high* 
ment,  and  the  two  strange  gentlerrlpll 
haps  a  little  embarrassed  at  being  tllqg 
tators  of  an  ideological  argument.  1 

Geordie  fetched  the  shot.  He  didr^ 
to  give  any  demonstrations,  but  he  (jfl 
very  well  refuse  on  account  of  the  m  jfl 
having  been  so  good  to  him  in  differei  I 
He  scored  out  a  rough  circle  on  the  gr;  |g 
his  heel. 

"  Right,"  he  said,  avoiding  the  Lait  sea 
and  the  Laird  avoiding  his.  There  wi  I 
animosity  between  them.  "Full  supi 
Mr.  MacNab?" 

"Full  strength,  Geordie,"  said  R 
MacNab. 

Geordie  took  his  stance,  made  hiim 
fortable,  and  putted  the  shot  away 
the  vexation  he  was  still  feeling.  I 
beauty. 

"Good  heavens,"  said  Mr.  Harle\ 

"Well,  I'll  be  "  said  Mr.  Raw 

getting  the  minister's  cloth. 

Reverend    MacNab  coughed, 
padre,"  said  Mr.  Rawlins. 

"Bravo,"  said  the  Laird  withou 
enthusiasm. 

"Not  bad,  Geordie,"  said  Mr.  M 
Even  old  Bess  barked  twice  from  the 

Mr.  Harley  paced  out  the  distam 
the  circle  to  the  shot  mark.  Then  he 
over  to  Mr.  Rawlins,  ignoring  the  La 
Geordie  and  the  reverend  altogether, 

"Forty-nine,"  he  said.  "It's  fanti 
those  heavy  boots." 

"It's  colossal,"  said  Mr.  Rawlin 
two  gents  whispered  together  for 
minute. 

"No  possible  doubt,"  said  Harley, 

"None  at  all,"  Rawlins  said. 

They  came  over  to  Geordie.  "Mr 
Taggart,"  they  both  said,  "we'd  bet 
plain  who  we  are." 

"Huhn?"  said  Geordie  noncomm 
The  Laird's  conduct  was  still  ranklir 
him. 

(Continual  on  Page  168) 


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"We  are  selectors  for  the  British  Olympic 
Games  team." 

"Is  that  a  fact?"  said  Geordie. 

"You  know  the  Olympic  Games  are  being 
held  this  summer?" 

"  I  didn't  know,"  Geordie  said.  As  a  matter 
of  fact,  he  didn't  know  rightly  what  the 
Olympic  Games  were. 

The  two  gentlemen  exchanged  glances. 
They  began  to  look  a  trifle  uncomfortable, 
as  well  they  might,  in  face  of  Geordie's  vast 
and  grumpy  stolidity. 

Mr.  MacNab  came  to  the  rescue.  "  It's  the 
world  athletics  championships,  Geordie. 
They're  to  be  held  in  America." 

"In  America  is  it?" 

Mr.  Harley  sighed.  "We're  inviting  you 
to  train  for  the  Olympic  team." 
Geordie  grunted. 

"They  heard  tell  about  you  winning  at 
Drumfechan  last  August,"  said  Reverend 
MacNab.  "Somebody  sent  a  clipping  from 
the  Herald  and  Journal." 

"We  want  you  to  come  to  England  for  a 
month's  training  first,"  said  Rawlins.  "Then 
we  sail  for  America  early  in  July." 

"I  can't  spare  the  time." 

The  others  looked  uneasily  at  the  Laird. 
His  face  was  its  usual  healthy  color  again. 
"We'll  just  have  to  spare  you,  George,"  he 
said. 

"Putting  the  shot  for  England !"  said  Mr. 
Harley  reverently.  "It's  a  great  opportu- 
nity." 

"What  for  would  I  put  the  shot  for  Eng- 
land?" 

"He  means  Britain,"  said  Mr.  Rawlins. 
He  scowled  at  Mr.  Harley. 

"I'm  too  busy,"  said  Geordie.  "I've  my 
chickens.  Then  there's  the  grouse  butts  to 
mend,  and  the  varmints  to  kill.  The  season'll 
be  round  again  before  we  know  where  we  are. 
Besides,  I  don't  like  the  notion." 

Mr.  harley  began  to  speak,  but  Rawlins 
stopped  him  with  a  hoarse  whisper.  Fortu- 
nately, Geordie  didn't  hear  what  he  said. 
"Shut  up,  Tom!  Let  them  persuade  him. 
There's  no  good  arguing  with  these  bare- 
somethinged  savages." 

"You'd  better  go,  George,"  said  the  Laird, 
who  by  this  time  had  forgotten  about  their 
argument.  "Your  Uncle  Jim  could  do  your 
work  temporarily.  He  knows  about  chickens 
too." 

Uncle  Jim  was  only  a  rabbit  trapper,  and 
Geordie  didn't  have  much  of  an  opinion  of 
him.  "My  Uncle  Jim'd  shoot  the  Laird's  kes- 
trels," he  said  to  the  world  at  large. 

"No,  he  wouldn't!"  said  the  Laird  hotly. 

So  feeling  ran  high  between  them  again, 
and  it  required  all  Reverend  MacNab's  tact 
to  make  the  peace.  In  the  end  the  minister 
persuaded  Geordie  to  go  to  the  Olympic 
Games,  but  he  flatly  refused  to  be  trained  in 
England. 

"Reverend  MacNab's  a  fine  trainer,"  he 
said,  and  that  was  that. 

Later  on  Messrs.  Harley  and  Rawlins  got 
into  their  car.  They  had  been  depressed  after 
their  interview  with  Geordie,  but  the  Laird's 
whisky  was  now  coursing  warmly  through 
their  veins. 

"I  don't  understand  them,"  said  Mr. 
Harley. 

"Nor  do  I,  thank  goodness,"  said  Mr. 
Rawlins. 

They  both  laughed  heartily.  It  was  very 
pleasant  driving  through  the  valley,  and  the 
car  was  like  a  corner  of  some  foreign  field 
that  was  forever  England. 

"If  you  ask  me,  Bill,"  said  Harley,  "  we've 
bitten  off  a  bit  more  than  we  can  chew  with 
this  chap  MacTaggart." 

"Is  that  a  fact?"  said  Rawlins. 

The  sound  of  their  merriment  spread  and 
moved  with  them.  A  roe  deer  raised  his  head 
at  the  sound;  and  a  late  shepherd  wondered 
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Geordie  leaned  his  bike  against  the  gray 
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steps  to  ring  the  bell.  The  minister  came  to 
tlx;  door  himself. 

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They  went  into  the  minister's  study.  It 
was  a  small  room,  dark  because  of  all  the 
books  that  covered  the  walls.  You  would 
know  from  the  titles  that  it  was  a  minister's 
room,  from  that  and  from  the  big  Bible  which 
had  a  table  to  itself.  But  there  were  some 
photographs,  too— groups  they  were,  taken 
when  Reverend  MacNab  had  been  at  the 
college— and  they  helped  to  brighten  the 
place  up.  The  minister  didn't  look  much 
different  now  except  that  he  was  balder  on 
top  and  a  bit  more  pudgy  round  the  middle. 
He  wore  the  same  big  grin  that  had  a  cheer- 
ing effect  on  the  folk  he  met. 

They  sat  down  in  the  two  chairs,  Geordie 
on  the  edge  of  his. 

"When  are  you  going,  Geordie?" 

"Tomorrow  morning  in  McCrimmon's 
bus.  Then  I'm  to  catch  the  Night  Scot  for 
England." 

"Are  the  spikes  fitting  comfortable  now?  " 

Mr.  Rawlins  had  sent  Geordie  a  pair  of 
spiked  shoes.  He  said  he  ought  to  get  used  to 
them  because  everybody  would  be  wearing 
spikes  in  the  Olympics  and  they  were  a  help 
anyway. 

"The  spikes  is  fine." 

"Now,  remember,  Geordie  ■  "  and  Mr. 

MacNab  went  on  to  give  him  some  last- 
minute  tips — how  he  wasn't  to  practice  too 
hard  on  account  of  straining  his  arm,  how 
he  might  need  shorter  spikes  on  the  hard 
American  ground,  and  how  he  shouldn't  let 
the  trainers  alter  his  style  much  because 
there  wouldn't  be  time  for  that.  "Do  you 
think  you'll  be  nervous,  Geordie?" 

"Yes,  I  doubt  I'll  be  nervous."  Some- 
times at  nights  Geordie  would  get  thinking 


^  There  are  two  great  rules  of  life, 
the  one  general  and  the  other  par- 
ticular. The  first  is  t  hat  everyone  can, 
in  the  end,  get  what  he  wants  if  he 
only  tries.  This  is  the  general  rule. 
The  particular  rule  is  that  every  in- 
dividual is,  more  or  less,  an  excep- 
tion to  the  rule.  —SAMUEL  BUTLER. 


about  going  to  the  strange  places  among  the 
strange  people,  and  great  crowds  there  would 
be  most  likely.  It  made  him  nervous  just 
turning  it  over  in  his  mind. 

"Well,  if  you  get  nervous,  try  thinking  of 
home.  Think  of  the  glen,  or  a  bit  of  the  hill 
that's  your  favorite;  or  just  think  of  Jean. 
That  could  be  a  help,  Geordie." 

Geordie  looked  up  at  Reverend  MacNab. 
In  that  quiet  room  everything  seemed  like 
it  would  be  all  right;  and  it  wasn't  a  cause 
for  shyness  that  you  loved  a  dark  girl  who 
lived  nearby.  The  minister's  face  was  serious 
for  once;  just  a  hint  of  a  smile  at  the  corners 
of  his  mouth  where  the  deep  creases  were  un- 
expected in  his  chubby  face. 

"I'll  do  that,"  Geordie  said. 

Reverend  MacNab  leaned  forward.  Sud- 
denly he  looked  a  little  nervous  himself. 
"You  may  meet  temptation,  Geordie.  You 
may  find  people  will  make  a  fuss  of  you;  and 
worldly  women  take  a  fancy  to  a  fine  simple 
lad.  Well,  don't  heed  them;  just  you  stay 
simple." 

"I'm  too  thick  in  the  head  to  get  spoiled," 
said  Geordie.  He  and  the  minister  laughed. 

"We'll  say  a  short  prayer,"  said  Mr. 
MacNab.  They  stood  up  then,  and  Geordie 
closed  his  eyes,  listening  to  the  minister's 
prayer.  He  didn't  ask  God  for  Geordie  to  win 
the  Olympic  Games,  which  was  what  Geordie 
had  expected  he  would  ask.  He  just  prayed 
for  strength  and  good  guidance  and  a  safe  re- 
turn. "Amen,"  said  the  minister. 

"Amen,"  said  Geordie. 

He  got  on  his  bike  and  rode  the  three  miles 
home.  It  was  one  of  those  rare  days  in  the 
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last  day  before  a  journey.  And  as  he  rode 
along,  he  watched  the  white  clouds  racing 
by  the  treetops,  hurrying  on  their  own  care- 
less journey. 

Geordie  was  to  meet  Jean  at  eight.  He  was 
still  early,  so  he  walked  slowly  along  the 
path  toward  the  garden  until  he  came  to  the 
dry-stone  dike.  That  was  the  place  where 
Jean  had  waited  for  him  on  a  day  long  ago. 
The  memory  was  clear  in  his  mind.  He  had 
been  small  then,  maybe  the  smallest  boy  for 
his  age  in  the  whole  county.  Well,  he  was  the 
biggest  man  now;  but  he  didn't  feel  much 
different. 

It  was  queer  that  you  would  be  the  same 
person,  big  or  small;  that  the  thing  inside 
you  never  changed,  the  something  that  was 
really  you. 

And  Geordie  remembered  how  Jean  had 
climbed  to  the  eagle's  nest;  and  afterward 
she  had  understood  the  feelings  he  was  hav- 
ing that  a  girl  had  done  what  he  could  not 
do.  Perhaps  that  was  the  day  he  had  first 
known  Jean  was  the  one  for  him. 

He  sat  there  for  a  while,  letting  his  mind 
run  over  the  past,  coming  back  to  him  stage 
by  stage  through  the  known  things  which 
had  happened,  and  on  to  the  unknown  things 
which  would  begin  tomorrow. 

ft  was  then  that  he  suddenly  remembered 
Henry  Samson's  letter.  It  had  been  lying  in 
his  pocket  since  dinnertime,  and  never 
opened  yet. 

Dear  Geordie:  Thanks  for  favor  of  yours. 
Accept  my  hearty  congratulations  on  your 
great  success.  You  may  be  sure  that  my  eyes 
and  ears  will  be  glued  to  the  newspapers  and 
the  wireless  respectively,  and  that  I  for  one 
will  follow  you  on  your  triumphal  way  in  the 
Olympics  with  bated  breath. 

It  is  a  far  cry  from  the  day  ^■■■■■'■H 
I  received  your  first  letter.  I 
knew  even  then  that  you  had 
the  right  stuff  in  you,  Geor- 
die; but  I  never  guessed  that 
you  would  turn  out  to  be  my 
finest  pupil.  It  is  a  hard  road 
to  success,  and  yon  have  ■■■■■■■■[ 
traveled  it.  We  can  both 
be  proud  of  what  we  have  achieved  together 
in  the  way  of  balanced  development. 

If  the  weather  is  favorable,  I  hope  to  be  on 
the  quay  at  Southampton  to  make  your  ac- 
quaintance at  last,  and  to  wish  bon  voyage,  au 
revoir,  happy  landings,  the  best  of  luck  and 
Godspeed  to  a  great  pupil  of  Henry  Samson's 
in  the  Olympic  Games. 

Mens  sana  in  corpore  sano.  You  are  the  living 
emblem  of  those  immortal  words. 

Your  old  friend  and  admirer, 

Henry  Samson. 

That  was  certainly  the  best  letter  Henry 
Samson  had  ever  sent  him.  Geordie  folded  it 
up  and  put  it  back  in  his  pocket.  To  think  of 
Mr.  Samson  maybe  coming  to  Southampton 
to  see  him  off.  It  was  an  honor  you  could  bet 
he'd  never  given  to  any  other  of  his  pupils. 

But  here  was  Jean.  He  watched  her  come 
walking,  trying  to  make  a  vivid  picture  of 
her  in  his  mind  that  he  could  take  away  and 
keep  with  him  in  America.  But  he  was  afraid 
he  wouldn't  be  able.  The  faces  you  loved  best 
never  came  into  your  mind's  eye.  Or  perhaps 
he  would  see  her  for  a  second  in  the  darkness 
and  lose  the  picture. 

She  had  on  a  blue  dress  this  evening,  quite 
short,  so  that  Geordie  was  able  to  watch  the 
supple  slimness  of  her  legs;  and  he  saw  the 
way  her  hair  flew  in  the  high  wind. 

He  put  out  his  two  big  hands  and  took  hers 
'and  helped  her  to  a  seat  on  the  wall  beside 
him,  and  his  arm  was  round  her  waist  and 
they  sat  quiet  and  happy  with  the  west  wind 
on  their  faces.  But  the  cloud  of  parting  hung 
over  them  there  in  the  sunlight. 

"The  birches  are  bonny,"  said  Jean.  They 
were  truly  bonny  with  the  leaves  dancing 
on  slender  twigs,  and  the  dappled  trunks. 
The  hill  birches  were  twisted  trees,  growing 
against  the  storms,  most  beautiful  on  days 
of  temix:sl. 

"  It*s  you  is  bonny,"  Geordie  said.  I  !<•  held 
her  closer  to  him. 

"Did  you  get  packed  up?" 

"Aye,"  said  Geordie.  "I've  just  the  one 
suitcase." 

"And  the  k.'t?" 

"That'i  >n  t<  <>." 


^  Youthislikceor<lile:qiiilo 
^  innocuous  in  free  air.  but 
highly  explosive  in  eonfine- 
ment.  —A.  SAY  well. 


Silence  again. 

"There's  the  eagle!"  said  GeordiJ 
denly. 

They  watched  the  great  bird  swej 
across  the  far  hill  and  disappear;  anj 
gave  them  a  memory  of  the  time  when 
were  pals,  before  there  had  been  any 
magic  between  them. 

"Are  you  going  to  win?" 

Geordie  pondered  over  this;  looking 
lashes  downcast  over  Jean's  eyes,  seeil 
small  straight  nose  she  had,  and  tl 
softness  of  her  neck  below  the  dark  hai 
"  I  don't  know,"  he  said.  "Maybe  I'll 
Och,  yes,  I'll  win."  Perhaps  he  felt  a  vn 
that  self-confidence  which  accompanies! 
Scotsmen  on  their  travels. 

"Don't  be  too  confident,"  said 
"You've  the  world  against  you." 

"Here,"  said  Geordie.  "Here's 
Henry  Samson  says."  He  gave  her  the 
Jean  read  it  through. 

"Well,  that's  nice,"  she  said,  and  gj 
back  to  him  without  saying  anything 

"Are  you  not  pleased  at  what  Mr 
says?"  Geordie  felt  a  bit  hurt  that! 
should  make  no  comment  about  the 
Jean  frowned.  "I  like  it  fine,"  she 
"But  I'm  feared  you'll  get  a  swelled  hi 
among  all  the  fancy  folk." 

"Go  on!"  said  Geordie.  "You  and  Ri 
end  MacNab's  a  pair.  I'm  tellin'  you  I 
I'll  not  get  a  swelled  head." 

She  leaned  right  close  and  looked  i 
him.  "Just  come  back  to  me.  Geordie.  T 
all  I'm  caring." 

"Don't  you  fret."  said  Geordie.  "  1*11 1 
back  to  my  wee  Jean."  And  he  bent 
kissed  her.  They'd 
■■■■■■■■      sonic  practice  the  last. 

so  their  kisses  wetf 
coming  expert.  This 
went  on  for  a  long  t 
and  the  warm  clean; 
touching  their  cheeks, 
But  Jean  was  still' 
ried  about  something, 
her  face  was  troubled  even  after  that 
kiss.  "Geordie!" 
"Yes,  Jean?" 

"You'll  not  get  mixed  up  with  any 
girls?  Them  Yanks  is  terrible  taken  up 
love.  That's  what  I  hear  tell." 

"Why  would  I  take  up  with  other  J 
when  I've  my  own  Jean  waiting?" 

But  the  two  tears  rolled  down  her  cha 

"Don't  be  sad.  my  bonny  Jean.  It  w< 
be  long." 

"  I'm  not  sad,"  she  said  with  a  gulp 
crying  for  happiness." 

Geordie  had  never  known  Jean  like  this 
fore,  her  with  a  mind  so  much  quicker  tl 
his,  and  often  a  bit  sharp  with  him.  Butf 
she  had  given  herself  into  his  hands;  an' 
was  a  sweet  thing  for  him  to  feel. 

What  was  it  Robbie  Burns  had  said,  P 
bie  who  knew  the  song  of  love? 

"Listen,  Jean,"  he  said. 

"0,  my  Luve's  like  a  red,  red  rose 
That's  newly  sprung  in  June: 
0,  my  Lure's  like  the  melodie 
That's  siceetly  played  in  tune!  ' 

He  couldn't  remember  the  rest  of  t 
verses,  but  he  knew  about  them.  "That  » 
a  song  at  parting,"  said  Geordie.  "That  « 
a  promise  to  be  true." 

So  Geordie  and  Jean  sat  a  while  long 
till  the  great  wind  died  at  sunset  and  t 
brightness  faded  from  the  bell  heather. 

Geordie  stood  at  the  rail,  looking  down 
England.  He'd  been  only  a  few  hours  in  tin 
southern  parts,  and  here  he  was  leaving 
ready.  The  small  neat  fields,  the  brick  houa 
the  harvest  brown  a  month  early,  the  crow 
of  folk,  that  station  in  London  like  a  rool 
world  of  its  own  it  was  so  big,  the  rattle  a 
the  clatter  and  the  hollow  echoes  of  the  tr; 
at  night,  and  now  the  ship.  It  was  all  t 
much  to  take  in  at  once.  You  got  so  filled 
with  strange  things  that  you  didn't  hare 
notice  them  any  more. 

The  last  rojx-  had  splashed  into  the  wat 
the  last  deep  blast  had  sounded  from  t 
((  onliwud  on  Pat*  17 i) 


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From  experience  comes  faith  •  •  • 


At  first,  there  was  excited  barking  . . .  fur  bristled  and 
back  arched. 

Now  there  is  peace.  They  learned  that  neither  means 
harm  to  the  other. 

With  us,  too,  knowing  people  better  often  makes  the 
difference  between  distrust  and  friendship.  Experience 
teaches  us  to  measure  men  by  their  thoughts  and  deeds 
...  to  reject  or  to  choose  with  wisdom.  From  this 
judgment,  born  of  understanding,  comes  a  guiding  faith. 
It  can  lead  to  a  better  world. 


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^S^tulti  III  4W|  tvAimUb- 


says  ANNE  PIRON 
Adorable  Cover  Girl 


9  out  of  10  Cover  Girls 
use  SWEETHEART'S  new  i 
Large  Bath  Size 

All  the  glamorous  girls  on 
the  covers  of  America's 
leading  magazines  this  year 
were  asked,  "What  beauty 
and  bath  soap  do  you  use?" 
And  9  out  of  10  replied,  A 
"SweetHeart  Soap." 


—says  Anne  Piron,  popular  cover  girl,  "be- 
cause they  help  prevent  chapping.  If  I  let 
my  skin  get  rough  and  chapped  you'd  never 
see  me  on  magazine  covers  again!  So  it  pays 
me  to  use  only  pure,  mild  SweetHeart  Soap 
for  daily  baths.  This  keeps  my  skin  looking 
springtime  fresh, soft  and  young  all  winter." 


•  Steal  a  march  on  spring!  Re- 
veal your  skin's  true  apple- 
blossom  freshness  and  beauty 
the  way  9  out  of  10  cover  girls 
do.  Especially  on  these  blustery 
March  days,  you'll  bless  gentle 
SweetHeart  Soap,  because  it 


helps  you  avoid  chapped  skin. 

So  get  the  new,  large  bath 
size  and  discover  the  benefits  of 
SweetHeart  beauty  baths.  One 
week  after  you  change  from  im- 
proper care,  your  skin  looks 
softer,  younger,  more  radiant. 


•  Janet  and  Judy  Ward,  1 1  months  old, 
share  everything— as  twins  do!  A  model- 
ing career  ...  a  SweetHeart  bath  .  .  .  and 
a  lovely  SweetHeart  complexion! 


GET  THE  NEW,  LARGE 

SweetHeart 

Tie  Soap  that  AGREES  with  Your  S/rin  ^^C/»*v 


(Continued  from  Page  170) 
ship's  foghorn  and  made  Geordie  jump  up 
there  on  the  boat  deck,  although  he  was  not 
a  nervous  chap  by  any  means,  and  there  was 
a  tiny  tremor  ran  through  his  feet  from  the 
timbers  of  the  big  ship,  and  she  began  to 
move  ahead  inch  by  inch  by  foot  by  yard. 

But  Geordie  was  not  interesting  himself  at 
that  moment  in  the  sailing  of  the  ship.  He 
was  looking  down  at  the  quay,  where  a  great 
specimen  of  manhood  stood  alone. 

Henry  Samson  wore  a  green  suit.  It  was  as 
green  as  a  field  of  young  wheat;  and  even  if 
he  had  been  a  small  and  insignificant  man, 
he  would  have  shone 


like  a  beacon  among 
the  ordinary  mortals 
on  the  quayside.  But 
Henry  Samson  was 
neither  small  nor  in- 
significant. He  was  a 
colossal  man  who  had 
entirely  come  up  to 
Geordie's  expecta- 
tions. 

Now  he  stood  a  lit- 
tle apart  from  the 
other  people,  hands  in 
the  jacket  pockets  of 
his  bright  suit,  legs 
apart,  a  wide- 
brimmed  hat  cocked 
jauntily  on  his  head. 
He  had  eyes  only  for 
Geordie  MacTaggart. 
There  was  something 
beautiful  in  the  sight 
of  those  two  vast  men 
joined  in  physical 
communion  across 
the  widening  space 
between  ship  and 
land. 

When  Geordie  had 
got  off  the  boat  train, 
he  had  kept  a  watch 
for  Mr.  Samson.  It 
was  a  fine  morning,  so 
the  chance  of  him 
coming  should  be 
good ;  and  sure 
enough,  there  was  a 
man  along  the  dock 
who  could  have  been 
no  one  but  him.  Their 
eyes  met  above  the 
heads  of  the  crowd. 
Mr.  Samson  swept  off 
his  wide  hat  with  a 
flourish;  Geordie 
raised  his  cap;  and  re- 
gardless of  the  small 
people  about  them, 
they  strode  to  a  meet- 
ing. 

Geordie  was  shy, 
not  knowing  how  he 
would  support  a  con- 
versation with  a 
stranger,  yet  a  man 
he  knew  well  through 
correspondence.  But 
he  need  not  have 

worried,  for  Henry  Samson  took  charge  of 
the  situation. 

"Geordie  MacTaggart!"  he  shouted  when 
he  was  still  some  distance  off.  All  the  heads 
turned.  "How  do,  Geordie?  How  are  you, 
sonny?  We've  waited  long  for  this." 

"I'm  fine,"  said  Geordie. 

.  shook  hands.  Geordie  took  in  Mr. 
Samson.  He  wasn't  quite  as  tall  as  Geordie 
himself,  but  he  was  broader,  and  you  could 
see  from  every  line  of  his  body  that  he  was 
in  fine  shape,  even  though  he  must  have  been 
old,  nearly  forty.  He  was  such  a  splendid 
figure  that  you  couldn't  help  being  disap- 
pointed in  a  way  that  he  had  to  wear  a  suit 
of  clothes,  and  not  just  be  in  his  tigerskin 
drawers.  That  would  have  seemed  more  nat- 
ural like,  although  of  course  it  would  hardly 
have  been  the  thing  on  Southampton  dock. 

"This  is  a  great  occasion,  Geordie." 

Jlc  felt  Geordie's  muscles  all  over  with  a 
craftsman's  pride,  with  a  clinical  interest ,  and 
swept  Ins  hand  in  a  commanding  gesture. 
The  people  were  silent  and  watchful. 


March,!j| 

"Here's  Geordie  MacTaggart,"  he ca|H 
and  his  voice  drowned  the  hubbub  of  qW 
side  noises.  "A  braw  laddie  frae  Bonny  \. 
land."  Mr.  Samson's  Scottish  dialect  8 
painful  to  hear.  "He  started  from  smalM 
ginnings,"  Mr.  Samson  told  the  wlrf 
"and  look  at  him  now.  Look  at  hisdevi> 
ment!  Isn't  it  splendid?  He  and  I  did  it. 
did  it  together." 

By  this  time  Henry  Samson  had  draJj 
large  crowd  about  them  on  the  dock.  ^ 
he  had  not  finished  yet;  there  was  a  tre'j 
of  emotion  in  his  voice  as  he  went  on:  ! 

"I  am  Henry 9 


★  ★★★★★★★★ 


By  Archibald  >ln«'I.«*i«»li 

This  poem  is  for  my  wife 
I  have  made  it  plainly  and  honestly 
The  mark  is  on  it 
Like  the  burl  on  the  knife 

I  have  not  made  it  for  praise 
She  has  no  more  need  for  praise 
Than  summer  has 
Or  the  bright  days 

In  all  that  becomes  a  woman 
Her  words  and  her  ways  are  beautiful 
Love's  lovely  duty 
The  well-swept  room 

Wherever  she  is  there  is  sun 
And  time  and  a  sweet  air 
Peace  is  there 
Work  done 

There  are  always  curtains  and 
flowers 

And  candles  and  baked  bread 
And  a  cloth  spread 
And  a  clean  house 

Her  voice  when  she  sings  is  a  voice 
At  dawn  by  a  freshening  sea 
Where  the  wave  leaps  in  the 
Wind  and  rejoices 

Wherever  she  is  it  is  now 
It  is  here  where  the  apples  are 
Here  in  the  stars 
In  the  quick  hour 

The  greatest  and  richest  good — 
My  own  life  to  live  in — 
This  she  has  given  me 

If  giver  could 

Copyright  1948,  by  Archibald  MacLeish.  Reprinted 
by  permission  of  Random  House.  Inc. 


son,  and  this  is  it 
finest  pupil.  Thij 
Geordie  MacT& 
gart,  Olympic 
putter,  future 
champion.  Wish 
luck!" 

The  tears  were  i| 
ing  unashame 
down  Mr.  Sams 
cheeks.  Perhaps, 
Mr.  Churchill,  he 
easily  moved  by 
sadness  of  great 
joicing. 

There  was  a 
cheer  then,  for 
Samson  and  Geo 
had  captured  the 
agination  of  the 
pie.  "Good  h 
Geordie!"  shout 
stevedore. 

Geordie  felt 
fused,  but  so  m 
queer  things  had  t 
happening  in  the  [ 
twenty-four  ho 
that  he  was  not 
surprised  by  He: 
Samson's  behavio 
he  would  have  b> 
if  it  had  happen, 
say,  up  the  glenL 
home.   He  thou! 
perhaps  that  in; 
Sassenachs  were  11 
Mr.  Samson;  in  hi 
that  he  was  nothl 
much  out  of  the  oil 
nary  for  an  Englii 
man.  But  this  was! 
from  the  truth,  I 
Henry  Samson  was! 
extreme  rarity  inE  I 
land,  a  most  egregiJ 
character  in  that  lr  l 
of  reticence,  and  I 
impact  of  his  pers  I 
ality    was   startl  I 
wherever  he  went  I 
There  had  not  b  I 
time  for  much  m  I 
talk;   Geordie  h  I 
self  had  not  spoil 
morethanhalfado.l 
words  altogether.  I 
hadn't  had  a  chanl 
Now  he  looked  back  toward  the  land.  1 1 
green  figure  still  stood  on  the  quay,  but  I 
exorable  distance  had  reduced  even  M 
Samson  to  smallness.  Geordie  was  think 
it  was  about  time  to  go  below. 

Just  then  Henry  Samson  cupped  his  ham 
"God  bless  you,  Geordie!"  The  words 
benediction  sounded  deep  and  clear  acn 
the  water. 

"So  long,  Mr.  Samson,"  called  Geord 
His  was  a  loud  hail  too. 

He  went  down  to  his  cabin.  Who  should 
sitting  on  the  other  bunk  but  that  \ 
Rawlins,  who  had  come  to  Drumfechan 
select  Geordie  for  the  Olympics. 

"  1  Iullo,"  he  said  cheerfully.  "We're  sh; 
ing  a  cabin." 

This  was  no  coincidence.  "Look  hei 
Bill,"  Mr.  Harley  had  said.  "You  may  n 
like  the  idea  either,  but  someone  will  have 
look  aftei  this  MacTaggart  chap;  he's  rip 
out  ol  the  Highland  jungle;  and  better  y 
than  me.  I  mean,  you're  mote  en  rapport  wi 
the  Celtic  temperament."  s>  Mr.  Rawii 
( Continued  on  Page  174) 


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{Continued  from  Pane  172) 
had  given  way.  and  being  an  amiable  fellow, 
he  was  going  to  make  the  best  of  what  he 
feared  might  be  a  bad  job. 

"Fine  day,"  said  Geordie.  "How're  you 
keeping?" 

"Passable,  thank  you,"  said  Rawlins. 

Geordie  sat  down  on  his  bunk  and  wiped 
his  forehead,  which  was  damp  because  of 
all  the  strain  and  excitement.  "I'm  fair  be- 
wildered." he  said. 

"Is  this  your  first  crossing?"  Rawlins 
wanted  to  know. 

"  It's  the  first  time  I  was  ever  out  of  Perth- 
shire." 

Geordie  felt  like  talking;  he  felt  he  had 
everything  bottled  up  inside  and  he  had  to 
get  it  out.  So  he  and  Rawlins  chatted  for  a 
while,  and  the  latter  thought  he  must  have 
formed  the  wrong  impression  of  Geordie  on 
first  acquaintance. 

Then  the  tremble  of  the  ship  got  bigger, 
and  she  began  to  creak.  It  was  a  queer  noise, 
not  like  anything  he'd  heard  before;  and  the 
ship  rolled  slowly  with  the  creaking,  and  the 
porthole  showed  the  sea  and  then  the  sky 
and  back  again.  It  was  a  long  creaking,  going 
a  long  way  up  from  far  behind — that  was  the 
feeling  you  had  about  it. 

"We're  outside,"  said  Rawlins.  "I  hear 
it's  going  to  be  quite  rough,  so  I  hope  you're 
a  good  sailor." 

Geordie  was  just  going  to  tell  him  that  he'd 
been  on  the  loch  often  rough  days  and 
never  been  sick  at  all,  when  there  was  a 
knock  on  the  door  and  the  cabin  steward 
came  in,  a  pale-faced  little  chap.  He  asked: 

"Can  I  help  unpack  your  bags,  sir?" 

"Who,    me?"  said 
Geordie.   ' '  O  c  h ,  no,  l^iMMi^i^^B 
thanks,  I've  just  the  one 
suitcase." 

After  the  steward  had 
gone  out  again,  Geordie 
laughed  and  laughed.  He 

had  an  infectious  laugh,  so   

Rawlins  began  too.  IMBMBi^M 
"What's  up?"  he  asked. 

"It's  that  wee  chap  callin'  me  sir,"  said 
Geordie.  "And  me  never  away  from  home 
till  yesterday,  and  just  with  the  plus-four 
suit  I've  got  on.  Who  does  he  think  I  am, 
Andrew  Carnegie?" 

"They  always  call  you  sir,"  said  Rawlins. 
He  had  taken  a  strong  liking  to  Geordie  al- 
ready. "Come  on!  Let's  go  up  on  deck." 

It  was  three  days  before  the  sea  was  calm 
again.  Geordie  had  not  been  really  sick,  but 
he  had  been  squeamish  and  not  able  to  do 
justice  to  the  rare  food  that  was  provided. 
Now  the  ship  sailed  ahead  serenely,  and  the 
sunlit  boat  deck  was  crowded  with  young 
athletes  taking  exercise — men  and  girls,  tall 
and  small,  chunky  and  slim.  There  were 
somber  springy  Finns  breathing  sea  air  into 
their  marathon  lungs,  gay  Frenchmen  and 
sad  Frenchmen,  blond  Nordics  with  skins 
tanned  to  the  color  of  ripe  wheat,  detached 
Englishmen,  stolid  Dutch,  a  couple  of  Low- 
land Scots,  but  not  a  single  boy  from  the 
Highlands  except  Geordie. 

They  had  one  thing  in  common,  all  these 
young  people:  a  concern  with  the  ultimate 
perfection  of  their  specialized  bodies;  every 
step  they  took  around  the  deck  was  taken 
with  purpose,  placed  with  design,  executed 
with  economy.  This  air  of  dedication  lay 
deadly  serious  behind  the  most  cheerful 
face.  Geordie  himself  had  been  infected  by  it. 

He  stood  now  at  the  rail  watching  the 
shimmer  of  the  water,  thinking  that  a  smooth 
sea  was  an  endless  thing,  wishing  that  Jean 
could  be  with  him  to  share  the  strangeness, 
feeling  a  bit  lonely.  And  he  listened  idly  to 
the  people  walking  behind  him,  to  the  sounds 
of  foreign  speech,  and  sometimes  an  English 
voice;  and  all  the  voices  he  undcrst<x>d  were 
talking  of  athletics. 

"Hullo,  Geordie." 

"  I  lullo,"  said  ( leordie.  It  was  Hill  Rawlins. 

"Want  to  come  and  have  some  practice?  I 
got  them  to  rig  up  a  place  on  the  well  deck." 

"I  don't  mind,"  Geordie  said,  and  he  and 
Rawlins  made  their  way  forward. 

There  were  ten  or  twelve  other  shot- 
putters  standing  round  a  rig  of  deep  coconut 


matting  and  strong  nets  to  prevent  tj 
from  striking  the  boards  of  the  de 
chief  officer  was  there  too.  him  with  til 
stripes  on  his  arm  and  a  worried  expl 
"  Please  be  careful  of  my  deck,"  he  kq 
ing.  "Prenez  garde" ;  and  he  was  oh 
on  tenterhooks  about  the  whole  affl 
cause  of  course  even  a  light  practil 
could  play  havoc  if  it  landed  lull  pi 
the  deck. 

"He's  a  bit  of  an  old  mother,' 
Rawlins.  "I  had  the  greatest  dtiC 
persuading  him." 

Geordie  took  off  his  jacket  and  roi> 
his  shirt  sleeves.  He  had  his  rubtx'*| 
shoes  on.  Most  of  the  others  were  vn, 
gray  trousers  and  proper  athletic  shii 

He  waited  his  turn;  and  when  it 
took  an  easy  one.  just  to  get  the  ft 
again.  The  shot  went  well  for  him,  thi 
down  on  the  matting  and  bouncing 
net.  He  fetched  it  back  for  the  m 
former. 

It  was  a  girl  who  stepped  forward 
the  shot  from  him.  Geordie  hadn't 
her  before;  indeed,  he  hadn't  expected 
to  be  playing  that  game.  Perhaps  th 
why  he  hadn't  seen  her.  "Thank  yoi 
said,  smiling  at  him  and  taking  the  | 
her  strong  hand.  She  had  fair  hair,  just 
the  color  of  pale  gold,  and  it  was  tied  i 
red  ribbon  behind  her  bare  brown  sho 
She  was  wearing  a  shirt  like  the  n 
showed  up  the  top  half  of  her  figure 
fection— almost  too  well,  in  fact.  Wh 
that  and  the  look  of  lively  interest  tl 
gave  him  and  seeing  such  a  big  lovely  \ 
unexpected,  Gt 


i 


K  There  isn*t  a  parallel  of 
W  latitude  but  thinks  it 
would  have  been  the  equator 
if  it  had  had  its  rights. 

—MARK  TWAIN. 


blushed  scarlet. 

"It's  all  right,  Gel 
whispered   Bill  R;l 
"She  won't  eat  youjl 
The  girl  took  herl 
tice.  She  didn't  serl 
shot  as  far  as  the  mel 
^^^^^^^^     she  had  a  beautiful  n 
and  it  was  obvious  thp 
knew  just  as  much  about  shot-putti  i 
anyone. 

"She's  the  Scandinavian  champion, 
Bill  while  she  was  fetching  the  shot. 

"Hullo,  Bill,"  she  said,  seeming  to 
him  quite  well. 

"Helga,"  he  said,  "this  is  Geordie 
Taggart,  from  Scotland— Helga  Soret 

"  How  do  you  do?  "  she  said,  shaking 
with  Geordie. 

"I'm  fine,"  said  Geordie.  She  eel 
was  a  beautiful  girl,  and  if  it  hadn't  bel 
the  big  scale  she  was  constructed  on,  arl 
size  of  her  shoulders,  you  would  neverl 
guessed  her  ability  to  put  the  shot. 

"  Do  you  live  in  the  Scottish  Highla>4 
She  spoke  with  a  soft  lilt.  It  gave  a  k  I 
caress  to  the  speech,  like  the  way  the  p 
from  the  Islands  talked,  the  ones  whl 
the  Gaelic  for  their  first  language. 

"Yes,"  said  Geordie,  looking  down  I 
tanned  face;  but  it  was  not  far  below  j 

She  smiled.  "  I  thought  so,"  she  said.  I 
are  like  the  Highlanders.  Ah,  that  isa| 
beautiful  country.  What  you  say?  A  I 
country.  I  was  there  one  time,  and  I 
never  forget  it,  never." 

"Aye,  it's  bonny."  She  was  so  friendl 
natural  that  Geordie  felt  less  shy  d 
now. 

While  they  waited  their  turn  she  tohj 
in  a  low  voice  about  the  other  shot-puJ 
"That  is  Weber,  first  string  for  Gerr 
He  is  very  good,  but  a  not  nice  manj 
Van  Roon,  champion  of  Holland:  but 
not  quite  big  enough  to  win."  And  8 
She  seemed  to  know  them  all. 

It  was  after  they  had  had  several  pfl 
shots,  and  the  gong  had  sounded  for 
and  Geordie  felt  very  hungry,  thai  she 

"They  are  all  good,  these  ones;  butyi 
me  it  seems  you  are  the— the  dark  ho 
think  you  will  win." 

Geordie  was  pleased  at  her  saying  th 
was  what  he  had  Ix-en  thinking  hif 
Seeing  the  others  at  practice  had  mad< 
keener  than  ever  before;  and  Ix-mg  si 
away  from  home,  he  had  the  feeling  til 
wasn't  just  Geordie  MacTaggart  tryitj 
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(Continued  from  Page  174) 
win — it  was  Scotland  that  was  in  him.  and 
he  would  do  his  best  and  go  back  to  Jean 
knowing  that. 

*"  I  wouldn't  be  surprised."  he  said.  He  had 
never  learned  modesty.  Modesty  is  a  pleas- 
ant thing:  but  the  lack  of  it  can  be  pleasant, 
too.  in  plain  people. 

"We  shall  meet  often  and  often,  Geor- 
die?"  She  was  looking  seriously  at  him. 

Geordie  couldn't  help  feeling  drawn  to  her. 
and  her  being  sympathetic  at  a  time  when 
everything  was  new  to  him.  But  there  was  a 
small  murmur  in  his  mind,  a  murmur  in 
Jean's  voice  which  came  all  the  way  across 
the  ocean. 

"Och.  yes."  he  said. 

Geordie  and  Helga  did  meet  often.  The 
next  time  they  met  was  that  evening.  After 
his  supper — dinner,  they  called  it  for  some 
reason — he  went  up  to  get  a  breath  of  fresh 
air  on  the  boat  deck.  It  was  dark  there:  only 
a  few  people  were  about.  He  walked  round 
several  times,  feeling  the  light  breeze  on  his 
face,  seeing  the  golden  path  which  the  moon 
made  across  the  water,  hearing  the  noises 
down  below,  the  gentle  stnimrning  in  the 
rigging:  and  the  ship's  bell  sounded  once 
from  far  away.  It  was  a  thing  he  couldn't 
explain  to  himself,  but  he  felt  that  the  ship 
and  the  sea  were  alive  and  he  was  a  part  of 
them,  almost  as  much  as  he  was  a  part  of 
the  living  hill  at  home.  He  was  thinking  of 
Jean,  of  the  letter  he  had  written  to  her  to- 
day, wondering  if  she  had  him  in  her  mind 
too.  So  his  thoughts  were  far  away  as  he 
stopped  walking  to  watch  a  light  which  came 
and  went  across  the  water. 

He  never  heard  her  footsteps.  "Hullo. 
Geordie,"  said  Helga.  "What  are  you  do- 
ing? "  She  was  wearing  a  long  dress  made  of 
some  stuff  that  caught  the  reflections:  her 
arms  and  shoulders  were  bare,  as  they  had 
been  that  morning. 

"I  was  just  thinking."  he  said.  He  rather 
wished  she  hadn't  come  up.  even  if  he  did 
like  her  friendliness. 

" About  what?" 

"About  home.  I  was  thinking  of  Jean,  as  a 
matter  of  fact."  He  said  that  right  out. 

"Of  Jean?  She  is  a  girl,  then.  She  is  the 
lucky  girl?" 

"I'm  the  lucky  one."  said  Geordie. 

"Tell  me  about  this  Jean." 

So  Geordie  tried  to  tell  her  about  Jean. 
He  didn't  make  much  of  a  job  of  the  telling, 
but  it  was  a  thing  he  couldn't  have  brought 
himself  to  tell  at  all  four  days  ago.  so  he 
wasn't  doing  so  badly  in  his  progress  in  the 
world. 

"But  she  »s  lucky."  Helga  said,  leaning  a 
tiny  bit  closer  to  Geordie  at  the  rail,  so  that 
her  bare  shoulder  touched  his.  He  wanted  to 
move  away:  but  he  didn't  bring  himself  to 
do  it.  It  was  too  good  being  there  in  the 
moonlight  with  one  person,  and  that  an 
understanding  girl.  "She  is  lucky  because 
you  are  a  line  boy.  so  simple  and  kind." 

"I'm  like  anybody  else."  said  Geordie:  he 
knew  he  was:  still,  he  liked  to  have  compli- 
ments paid  him. 

"Ach.  no,"  said  Helga  deep  in  her  throat. 
"These  others,  you  do  not  know  them. 
Either  they  are  stupid  lumps,  or  they  are  . . . 
smart  alecks.  And  always  they  make  paws  at 
me.  But  you  are  different.  Gecrdie.  Already 
I  know  that-" 

If  Geordie  had  been  even  a  little  more 
worldly-wise  he  would  have  scented  danger 
then,  for  he  was  entirely  true  to  Jean  in  his 
heart.  But  he  did  not  think  of  danger.  He 
stood  beside  Helga  in  silence,  glad  of  her 
company  in  the  moonlit  evening,  watching 
the  first  light  of  America. 

The  next  two  days  were  like  never  getting 
off  the  merry-go-round  with  the  wooden 
horses  swinging  wide  at  a  fair.  That  was 
how  it  felt  to  Geordie  in  New  York.  Sky- 
scrapers, suCA-ays.  room  and  bath,  a  zoo. 
and  looking  down  from  high  up  at  the  ship 
he'd  just  arrived  in;  it  was  all  ne*-  to  him. 
And  when  a  chap  said  the  Empire  State  was 
twelve  hundred  and  fifty  feet  high,  which 
was  a  hundred  and  thirty  more  than  the  hill 
ahovt  (ki)rdie's  own  house,  you  could  have 
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>  ii  /as  a  rest  for  him  to  be  sitting  be- 
Rawlins  in  the  glittering  bus.  He 
eat  adjusted  to  the  most  comforta- 
jJon  for  his  large  frame,  and  he  looked 
h<  .  indow  as  they  sped  along  the  Mer- 
jjkway,  special  permission  having 


n  for  the  busses  to  use  it  on  the  way 


iwlins  was  giving  him  a  talk  about 
and  since  it  was  an  all-British  bus- 
:pt  for  the  driver,  who  was  too  far 
hear,  he  was  able  to  express  his 
freely. 

Nc  take  this  parkway,"  he  said.  "It's 
iperoad,  isn't  it?  Enormous,  superbly 
I  ,vider  than  anything  you  ever  saw. 
Id  typically  American." 
hj's  so,"  said  Geordie. 
b|  here's  another  thing.  You've  seen 
Hgazines?" 

eo  ie  nodded.  Of  course  he'd  seen  the 
az  js.  He'd  been  looking  at  the  adver- 
ts every  spare  minute  since  arrival 

ie,  .  S.  A. 

I  ,  the  whole  country  is  deluged  with 
ai  :ment— super,  hyper,  duper.  The 
h  e  jet-flow  aeroports,  the  sofas  are 
Deds  with  husband  and  wife  facing 
,  the  sheets  help  provide  gracious 
he  oranges  even  have  navels.  Every- 
Hperfect  and  it  gets  you  down  arid 
§1:  so  many  vulgar  blandishments  you 
t  'iow  where  you  are.  Now,  here's  the 
t.  "here  isn't  a  single  advertisement 
gj  is  road,  not  one.  The  whole  thing's 
Went  taste.  Look  at  the  landscaping, 
j  the  grass  and  the  trees,  gentle  curves, 
|  inctional  bridges. 

n't  that  remark-  ■■■■■■■■■ 
[ pw  did  they  resist 
jq  rtisers  ?  Think  how 
where  would  be  in 
j.d!  I  tell  you, 
H,  it's  an  amazing 
ML  You  understand 
In  perfectly  at  the 

3k.   After  you've  I^HHBMHB 
sour  times  you  don't 
pithing."  He  paused  for  breath.  It  was 
c'lis  favorite  subjects, 
n  y  would  you  be  trying  to  understand 
jd  Geordie.  "  It's  not  your  own  home. 
;m  different  because  of  being  in  dif- 
i  laces,  but  they're  folk  just  the  same." 

if,  yes,  Geordie.  Perhaps  you're  right." 
iied,  for  like  most  visitors  he  was  anx- 
;  resolve  the  enigmas  of  the  United 
j 

rius  rumbled  on  through  New  England. 
jk  liked  the  gentle  rolling  country,  so 
It  from  his  own  home;  and  he  liked 
lite  houses,  although  it  was  hard  to 
| ".and  how  folk  could  live  behind 
■  boards  an  inch  thick  with  the  wind 
B  through  most  probably. 

:  undred  miles  is  a  long  way  even  in 
[»t  comfortable  bus,  so  Geordie  was 
d  by  the  time  they  began  to  run  into 
.  Also,  he  was  very  hot  in  his  thick 
urs. 

like  fine  to  get  started  practicing 

u'll  be  able  to  practice  tomorrow.  By 

ay,  Geordie,  what  about  shirts  and 

'  Have  you  got  any?" 

e  two  shirts,"  said  Geordie,  "but  I'm 

en  on  wearing  the  kilt  just  for  prac- 

horts  would  be  fine  for  that." 

lve  you  got  a  kilt  with  you?" 

e,  it's  in  the  suitcase."  Geordie  nodded 

rack  above  his  head. 

dins  looked  surprised.  "You're  not 

ngof  wearing  your  kilt  in  the  Games?  " 

lat's  what  I'm  going  to  do." 

it  look  here,  Geordie;  no  one  else  will 

iring  a  kilt." 

ell,  it  was  the  last  thing  I  promised 
'Right,  Mum,'  I  says,  'I'll  wear  the 
X)  I'll  be  wearing  it." 
ion't  think  you  can  wear  it,"  said  Bill, 
ing  between  laughter  and  dismay, 
vay,  you'd  look  a  bit  ridiculous,  wouldn't 
[  mean,  America's  hardly  a  kilt-wearing 
ry." 

o,  but  Scotland  is."  Geordie  was  hot 
ired,  fed  up  with  sitting  in  a  confined 
He  felt  his  hackles  rising  when  Bill 


^  A  face  shaped  like  lotus 
^  petals,  a  voiee  as  eool  as 
sandal,  a  heart  like  a  pair  of 
scissors,  and  excessive  humil- 
ity; these  are  the  signs  of  a 
rogue.  — SANSKRIT. 


Rawlins  said  that  about  the  kilt.  He'd 
brought  it  all  the  way  to  America  folded  up 
neat  in  his  suitcase,  and  it  was  Dad's  kilt, 
and  a  good-luck  thing  and  he'd  never  win 
unless  he  had  it  on. 

"Are  you  really  serious,  Geordie?"  Bill 
Rawlins  watched  Geordie's  red  face.  It  was 
fixed  in  a  sort  of  expressionless  obstinacy 
which  Bill  remembered  from  their  first  meet- 
ing in  Scotland.  Geordie  was  serious  all  right. 
"Well,  I'll  ask  the  committee,  but  I  don't 
think  they'll  agree.  They  want  everyone  to 
be  dressed  alike." 

"I  can't  help  it,"  said  Geordie.  "No  kilt, 
no  performance.  You  can  tell  them  that." 
He  looked  out  the  window  at  the  traffic 
crowding  helter-skelter  into  Boston. 

Geordie  dried  himself  after  the  shower 
and  went  back  to  his  room.  He'd  had  a  good 
final  practice — some  loosening  exercises  of 
Henry  Samson's,  and  a  few  easy  puts  to  keep 
his  arm  in  tune.  Now  he  felt  just  right  for 
the  great  day  of  the  finals  tomorrow.  It 
would  have  been  a  pity  if  he  hadn't  been  able 
to  perform  after  coming  so  far,  but  the  com- 
mittee had  given  way  in  the  end  about  the 
kilt.  It  had  been  a  battle,  though. 

Rawlins  had  tried  to  persuade  him  again. 
"Look  here,  Geordie.  It  can't  make  any 
difference  whether  you  wear  a  kilt  or  not.  In 
fact,  you'll  do  better  in  shorts;  the  thing's 
so  heavy." 

"I've  said  all  I'm  going  to  say,"  said 
Geordie. 

Then  Harley:  "It's  not  fair  to  the  rest  of 
the  team.  Besides,  you'd  look  so  conspicuous." 

To  which  Geordie  made 
HHHHM     no  reply. 

Finally  Lord  Paunceton, 
who  was  head  of  the  com- 
mittee: "After  all,  Mac- 
Taggart,  it's  a  British 
team,  not  one  from  Scot- 
land." 

"I  can't  help  it,  Your 
■■■■■■Mi  Lordship."  said  Geordie, 
who  knew  fine  how  to  speak 
to  lords  on  account  of  meeting  them  often  at 
Drumfechan.  "I  didn't  want  to  come  to 
America,  but  I  was  persuaded.  My  mind's 
made  up." 

"Why  is  he  so  obstinate  about  it?"  said 
Paunceton  afterward.  "He  seems  a  nice 
feller." 

"He's  a  very  obstinate  character,"  said 
Rawlins.  "But  there  must  be  some  reason 
apart  from  his  mother  wanting  him  to  wear 
it." 

"How  much  do  we  need  him?" 

"He  may  turn  out  to  be  a  flop,  but  I  be- 
lieve he's  our  only  hope.  That  padre  chap 
who  trained  him  in  Scotland  wrote  to  me  a 

fortnight  ago.  He  said  "  Rawlins  looked 

around  to  see  if  any  rival  nations  were  in  the 
offing,  and  lowered  his  voice  to  a  whisper. 

"What,  really!  Well,  I  suppose  we'd  bet- 
ter give  way  in  that  case.  I  don't  like  it, 
though.  Pajamas'll  be  the  next  national 
dress." 

So  Geordie  was  given  permission  to  per- 
form in  Dad's  Black  Watch  kilt. 

He  got  dressed  again  now  and  sat  down  to 
write  to  Jean.  He'd  written  the  once  from 
the  ship,  so  this  was  only  the  second  letter. 

Olympic  Village,  Boston. 

Dear  Jean :  We  got  here  safe  last  Thursday  in 
a  bus  all  the  road  from  New  York.  They  have 
the  engine  at  the  back  so  you  don't  hear  any 
noise  except  from  the  one  in  front  if  there  is  one. 
Tomorrow  is  putting  the  weight.  I  am  feeling 
great.  First  they  didn't  agree  for  me  to  wear 
the  kilt,  but  I  says,  "  No  kilt— no  performance," 
so  they  gives  way  in  the  end. 

America  is  a  big  enough  place  and  the  Yanks 
seems  decent  folk  for  all  the  chew  chew  chew 
and  the  ties  they  wear  you  could  see  a  mile  off. 

That  Miss  Helga  Sorensen  I  was  telling  you 
about  said  would  I  take  her  with  me  to  see  the 
town  of  Boston  so  am  expecting  her  any  minute 
now.  She  doesn't  feel  comfortable  with  the 
chaps  in  her  team,  which  is  why  she  asked  me. 

Well,  Jean,  I  will  close,  hoping  this  finds  you 
as  it  leaves  me  in  the  pink  but  missing  Jean 
Donaldson.  Yours  truly, 

Geordie  MacTac.gart. 

P.  S.  XX  S.W.A.K. 

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life  in  a  striped  dress,  red  and  white,  and  she 
gave  Geordie  her  usual  friendly  smile. 

"Hullo.  Geordie,"  she  said.  "Tomorrow  is 
our  big  day,  no?" 

"Yes,"  said  Geordie.  Helga's  noes  and 
yeses  got  him  fair  mixed  up. 

They  walked  between  the  neat  rows  of 
huts  which  made  up  Olympic  Village,  under 
the  archway  at  the  entrance  where  the  flags 
of  every  country  drooped  in  the  hot  July 
afternoon.  Outside,  the  cars  went  by  in  a 
chromium-plated  stream ;  you  watched  them 
and  wondered  how  so  many  people  could 
each  have  a  car  to  himself,  and  all  the  same 
facing  both  ways,  shining  new,  and  yet  a 
little  different,  like  eggs  would  be  different 
from  the  same  hen;  and  every  now  and  then 
a  square  old  car  you  would  feel  had  a  charac- 
ter of  its  own;  and  the  trucks  bearing  the 
names  of  places  far  away,  blowing  a  gust  of 
exhaust  and  a  tremble  at  you  as  they  thun- 
dered by. 

It  was  frightening.  It  drew  Helga  and 
Geordie  into  a  small  circle  of  their  own 
strangeness. 

The  bus  came  along  soon.  They  climbed 
in.  paid  the  driver  and  took  their  seats  at 
the  back. 

Helga  leaned  her  shoulder  against  his.  like 
she'd  done  that  evening  on  the  ship.  "Are 
you  nervous  for  tomorrow?" 

Geordie  was  nervous.  It  was  just  begin- 
ning to  come  at  him  now  in  the  bus  in  among 
the  traffic — the  thought  of  standing  out 
alone  in  that  huge  stadium  before  all  the 
crowds,  and  him  in  the  kilt  he  had  to  wear 
for  Dad's  sake  and  different  from  everybody 
else. 

"Yes,  I'm  nervous." 

"Geordie,  you  should  not  be.  You  will 
win.  I  know  you  will  win." 
"I  don't  think  so." 

"You  mast  win.  You  must  beat  that — 
that  Weber.  I  shall  wish  with  all  my  heart. 
I  shall  bite  my  teeth  for  you  to  win." 

"What  about  your  own  Norway  chap?" 
said  Geordie.  "  Don't  you  want  him  to  win?" 

Helga  hung  her  head,  and  a  slow  blush 
spread  over  her  tanned  face  and  round  be- 
hind her  neck.  It  was  very  becoming.  For  the 
first  time  Geordie  felt  a  tingle  in  him  when  he 
looked  at  Helga;  it  was  not  plain  friendship 
for  the  girl  who  put  the  shot  like  he  did,  it 
was  something  different,  something  which 
said,  /  am  unknown  and  desirable.  Come  and 
find  me  out. 

"I  should,"  she  murmured.  "I  know  I 
should.  But  I  cannot,  Geordie.  It  is  you  I 
want  to  win."  She  raised  her  big  blue  eyes 
and  looked  sadly  at  him. 

Just  then  the  bus  stopped  where  Boylston 
Street  comes  to  the  Public  Garden,  and 
Geordie  and  Helga  hurried  to  get  off  in  time. 
Then  they  had  to  watch  out  for  themselves 
crossing  the  street.  That  made  Geordie  forget 
the  queer  feeling  he  had  just  had  about  Helga. 

They  walked  through  the  Public  Garden, 
past  the  foreign-looking  flowers  and  the 
boats  with  big  swans  at  the  back,  under  the 
elm  trees  where  the  grass  was  very  green. 
The  Garden  was  crowded  with  people  wan- 
dering in  the  shade  and  in  the  sunlight — 
lonely  people  and  happy  people,  family  par- 
ties and  lovers,  thin  suits  and  thick,  open 
necks  and  bright  ties,  light  people  and  dark, 
people  from  the  South  and  the  Middle  West 
and  the  Never-Never  Land  of  Sunshine,  New 
Yorkers,  plain  men  from  Maine,  and  all  come 
to  see  the  Olympic  Games.  They  walked 
slowly,  these  people,  but  their  eyes  were 
quick.  They  were  on  the  lookout — that  was 
the  feeling  you  had.  They  were  watching  for 
something  round  the  corner,  something 
different,  something  still  newer  than  the 
things  they  had  already. 

Beyond  the  trees  and  up  the  hill  and  down 
there  below  the  tall  buildings  the  traffic 
rumbled  and  muttered  and  whined  in  gather- 
ing speed,  and  the  pigeons  flew  together.  And 
it  was  Boston,  a  little  aloof  from  all  the 
goings  on. 

Geordie  and  Helga  walked  farther.  They 
talked  of  this  and  that,  but  it  was  a  meaning- 
less conversation  for  they  were  both  self- 
conscious,  very  much  aware  of  the  attention 
they  were  receiving.  America  is  a  land  of  big 
people,  but  Geordie  and  Helga  were  a  spec- 


tacular pair,  and  there  was  that  thing  about 
them  which  said  that  they  were  strange — 
not  tall  strangers  from  Kansas  or  from  Ar- 
kansas, but  strangers  from  a  different  place. 
And  even  if  there  had  not  been  that  stamp  of 
difference,  hard  to  understand,  hard  to  de- 
fine, Geordie's  knickerbocker  suit  was  an 
unusual  garment  on  a  July  day  in  the  green 
parks  of  Boston.  So  people  looked  and  smiled 
and  turned  admiringly.  Not  that  there  was 
any  rudeness  in  the  interest,  for  Americans 
are  kindly  people  who  live  a  long  way  from 
one  another. 

"Let  us  see  the  shops."  said  Helga  when 
they  came  near  to  the  street  which  runs  past 
a  small  old  church  and  a  steep  narrow  street 
beyond  the  Common.  So  they  crossed  Tre- 
mont  beside  the  subway  and  looked  into  the 
shop  windows. 

They  felt  less  conspicuous  there,  because 
the  people  were  hurrying  to  business  or  from 
business,  on  this  errand  or  that,  and  they 
had  less  time  to  be  interested  in  a  couple  of 
young  giants  who  had  come  to  Boston  from 
the  Old  World. 

Helga  kept  him  waiting  a  good  long  time 
outside  a  hat  shop  while  she  scanned  the 
windows.  He  watched  the  folk  passing  for  a 
bit;  then  he  watched  the  cars;  finally,  for 
want  of  anything  better  to  do,  he  began  to 
watch  the  hats. 

The  idea  came  to  him  all  of  a  sudden. 
Ever  since  he'd  arrived  in  America  he'd  been 
wanting  to  get  a  present  for  Jean,  but  there 
hadn't  been  much  time  for  shopping,  and 
the  few  things  he'd  thought  of  wouldn't  do 
on  second  thought.  Not  any  hat,  but  that  one 
there  made  of  green  straw  stuff  with  roses 
all  round  it  and  a  red  feather  and  a  veil  hang- 
ing down  the  front.  It  was  just  the  thing  Jean 
would  like  fine  to  wear  to  church  on  Sundays. 
It  was  a  beauty  of  a  hat. 

"Helga,"  he  called.  She  was  farther  along 
the  big  window.  She  came  dutifully.  "See 
that  hat?" 

Helga's  eyes  brightened  for  a  second.  Was 
he  going  to  give  her  a  hat? 

But  Geordie  disillusioned  her  at  once.  "I 
was  thinkin'  maybe  I'd  get  it  for  Jean." 

"You  mean  the  hat  with  so  many  flow- 
ers?" 

Geordie  nodded.  The  tag  said  S7.95. 
"But  are  you  sure?  Would  such  a  hat 
suit  Jean?" 


"Oh,  yes.  That's  a  braw  hat." 

Helga  shrugged  her  wide  and  y-M 
shoulders.  She  was  a  nice  girl,  but  the 3 
limits.  Who  was  she  to  stop  him  gjfl 
dreadful  hat  to  that  girl  in  Scotland?.  1 

"I'll  just  get  it."  said  Geordie.  llv.  (> 
bravely  into  the  strange  environmeiH 
ladies'  hat  shop  in  Boston,  and  bouj 
hat  from  a  middle-aged  saleslady 
heart  fluttered  agreeably  at  the  sight  ■ 

Geordie  and  Helga  walked  on  do-fi 
street.  He  carried  the  big  hatbox  utrS 
arm.  It  was  five  o'clock,  that  time  of  X 
mer's  day  when  a  whisper  of  coolnessj 
into  the  city  and  goes  and  comes  agai^T 

They  were  waiting  to  cross  the  roacta 

it  happened.  Geordie  chanced  to  be  ll 
across  the  street.  He  saw  a  man,  yoZj 
and  pale,  step  off  the  pavement,  glaaa 
to  his  left  and  hurry  on.  It  was  queer  t|fa 
wouldn't  have  seen  the  car  bearing  d  ,„ 
him,  a  shabby  black  car,  higher  than  t  * 
ones.  Perhaps  the  chap  had  one  of  thofc 
ments  when  a  man's  eyes  don't  tell  hirjfc 
haps  he  was  distraught;  he  lookecS 
kind. 

Whatever  it  was,  he  was  nearly  irA 
of  it  when  the  driver  saw  him  comirj 
and  swung  the  car  across  the  road,  go  I 
fast  to  stop.  But  the  way  he  swung  v  | 
way  the  man  was  going,  and  it  was  1 1 
when  the  chap  on  foot  began  to  check  I 
blankness  ironed  out  his  expression  I 
dithered,  still  going  across,  the  car  dc 
best  to  go  beyond  him.  There  was  r 
the  big  truck  coming  the  other  way  a 
about  it  except  try  to  stop,  but  it  was  i 
fast  too.  Brakes  screeched,  one  horn  st 
for  a  second  before  the  car  and  the 
crashed  into  each  other.  The  truck  * 
and  heavy-  It  tipped  the  car  neady  o 
its  side  and  onto  its  back.  There  wasacl 
of  metal  slithering  to  a  stop  and  the  il 
neath  of  the  car  was  tilted  up  there  hkufe 
mechanical  nakedness  and  one  of  the! 
wheels  still  turned  slowly. 

Geordie's  feet  were  stuck  to  the  pavJ 
Silence  came  for  a  second  before  the  hi  w 
of  people  shouting,  and  a  woman's  scl 
back  of  the  hand  to  her  mouth,  and  a  dj 
man  running  up  from  nowhere,  and  1; 
gripping  Geordie's  arm  tight. 

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The  woman  who  really  knows  how  to 
manage  her  husband  seldom  tells  others 
how  she  does  it. 

Cruelest  compliment:  "I've  always  liked 
that  dress  on  you." 

Parents  often  give  their  first  child  an 
unusual  name — as  if  he  were  unique  among 
all  babies.  And  he  is! 

It  is  a  mistake  to  give  an  adolescent  child 
the  idea  he  is  a  dangerous  explosive  that 
must  be  handled  with  caution. 

There  is  always  some  rule  which  can  be 
applied  to  other  people's  children. 

Most  of  the  women  with  only  one  child, 
or  none,  waited  for  a  convenient  time  to 
have  them. 

My  mother  and  her  neighbors  had  to 
keep  on  good  terms;  they  all  used  the  same 
yeast. 

Ten  per  cent  of  what  most  women  plan 
to  do  in  a  day  would  make  two  days'  work. 

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Benefit:  something  to  get  five  dol 
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otherwise. 

The  opening  gambit  in  a  converse  I 
should  always  be  a  question  about  I 
other  person's  child,  work,  hobby. 

Child's  explanation  of  the  proverb,  "II 
and  forbear":  "It  means  no  clothes  in  I 
back  or  front  either." 

Unless  education  means  a  short  cu  J 
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You  discover  that  whatever  you  plan  i 
to  save  on  food  bills,  after  sending  thee 
dren  to  school,  is  used  up  on  long-distal 

telephone  calls. 

If  I  could  go  back  about  twenty- J 
years  and  put  into  practice  what  lj 
learned  from  watching  my  daughters  »| 
their  suitors,  my  list  of  "old  beaus"  w>| 
be  longer  than  it  is. 

No  security  is  needed  when  you  bon 
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by  MRS.  America 

Idont  know  a  woman  who  doesn't  wish 
she  had  more  money — more  money  for  her 
family— for  her  home — or  for  herself. 
That's  why  I  was  so  interested  when  I 
learned  about  a  wonderful  opportunity  for 
women  to  make  extra  money  without 
going  into  some  office  or  factory  or  store. 


v\  then  I  won  the  Mrs.  America 
'  *  crown  at  Asbury  Park  a  few 
months  ago,  I  met  the  people  who 
manufacture  wonderful  Charis  gir- 
dles, bras  and  all-in-ones.  I  was  inter- 
ested because  I  know  that  to  keep  her 
figure  at  its  best  a  woman  just  has  to 
have  the  right  kind  of  foundation, 
properly  fitted. 

And  that's  where  Charis  offers 
women  the  opportunity  to  make  ex- 
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supporting  a  whole  family.  You  see, 
Charis  garments  are  never  sold  through 
department  stores — only  by  trained 
Charis  Professional  Corsetieres  calling 
on  customers  in  their  homes. 

They  work  on  their  own  time,  when 
and  as  much  as  they  want,  to  earn  the 
money  to  care  for  the  family  or  buy  a 
child's  college  education  or  a  trip  or 
a  new  car  or  home  improvements. 
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He  couldn't  see  what  had  happened  to  the 
man  on  foot.  He  wasn't  there  any  more,  just 
disappeared.  But  the  policeman  was  looking 
down  beyond  the  capsized  car  and  the  truck 
driver  went  round  beside  him.  Through  the 
other  noises  Geordie  heard  the  high  sound 
which  comes  from  a  tortured  man's  throat, 
gets  dragged  out  of  him. 

He  shoved  the  hatbox  into  Helga's  hand 
and  ran  out.  He  didn't  have  ten  yards  to  go. 
The  young  man  was  lying  on  his  back  with 
the  whole  weight  of  the  car  bearing  down  on 
him.  That  noise  was  coming  from  him;  the 
sweat  was  all  over  his  twisted  face.  He  wasn't 
nice  to  see.  The  policeman  and  the  truck 
driver  were  trying  to  lift  the  car  off  him,  but 
they  couldn't  budge  it.  The  car  driver  was 
still  inside;  but  he  didn't  look  hurt.  He  strug- 
gled with  the  door  upside  down. 

"Here,  I'll  lift  it ,"  said  Geordie. ' '  One  of  you 
pull  him  out."  A  thing  he  noticed  in  all  that 
hurried  moment  was  the  smell  of  hot  brakes. 

He  got  his  hands  under  the  sharp  corner 
of  the  roof,  feet  apart,  trying  to  straighten  his 
back;  but  it  was  heavy,  it  wouldn't  come. 

Geordie  closed  his  eyes  and  heaved  again, 
heaving  against  his  held  breath,  against  the 
strong  pillars  of  his 
legs.  He  heaved  until 
the  darkness  before 
his  eyes  was  a  red 
hammering. 

And  the  car  came 
up.  He  held  it  for  only 
a  couple  of  seconds, 
but  that  was  time 
enough.  They  pulled 
the  chap  out  from 
underneath. 

Geordie  sat  down  to 
get  his  head  straight. 
It  was  the  greatest 
physical  effort  he  had 
ever  made,  but  he  was 
young  and  every 
muscle  in  his  body  was 
tuned  for  strength.  He 
felt  all  right  again 
soon,  just  a  bit  dizzy 
because  of  all  the  vir- 
tue that  had  gone  out 
of  him. 

The  injured  man 
was  quiet  now. 
"Thanks,  bud,"  he 
said  weakly,  looking 
at  Geordie  and  man- 
aging a  smile.  An  ambulance  arrived  then 
and  they  loaded  him  in — a  broken  arm  and 
a  broken  leg,  compound  it  looked  like;  but 
he  said  his  chest  was  O.K.  Lucky  enough  to 
get  off  as  light  as  that. 

Geordie  would  have  slipped  away  if  it 
hadn't  been  for  the  young  reporter  who  hap- 
pened to  see  the  crash.  He  came  over  in  a 
hurry.  It  was  a  story;  it  might  be  a  story. 
He'd  been  on  the  World  six  months. 

"The  World,"  he  panted.  "Dickie  Martin 
from  the  Boston  World.  Did  you  lift  that  car 
alone?" 

"I'll  say  he  did,"  said  the  policeman  with 
the  Irish  face.  "He's  a  Samson,  that  guy." 
He  looked  admiringly  at  Geordie,  then  went 
off  to  get  the  traffic  moving  past  the  upset 
car.  Horns  were  sounding  peremptorily  all 
up  and  down  the  street.  Another  policeman 
arrived  to  get  the  details. 

Geordie  smiled  to  himself.  That  was  a  joke, 
the  bobby  calling  him  a  Samson,  and  him 
learning  all  his  strength  from  Henry  Samson. 

Young  Mr.  Martin,  who  was  about  Geor- 
die's  own  age,  shepherded  him  over  to  the 
sidewalk.  He  had  his  notebook  out,  and  he 
was  bubbling  over  inside  with  excitement, 
but  holding  himself  in  iron  control  as  a  good 
reporter  should.  Helga  had  joined  them;  so 
they  st<x>d  there,  the  three  of  them,  big  Geor- 
die and  big  Helga,  and  small  Dickie  Martin 
as  bright  as  a  button. 

"Say,  who  are  you?" 

"I'm  Geordie  MacTaggart." 

"He's  the  famous  shot-putter  from  Scot- 
land," said  Helga.  "He  is  in  the  Olympics 
tomorrow." 

Dickie  Martin  lost  all  his  composure  for  a 
moment.  "Oh  gee,  oh,  golly,"  he  gasped. 


(A  Spring  Song) 
By  Elizabeth-Ellen  Long 

Bright  weather,  kite  weather, 
Blowing  blue-and-white  weather 
When  little  boys  run  to  and  fro 
With  knotted  lengths  of  string  in 
tow, 

Shouting,  "Look,  it's  up! 
Oh,  look!  Oh,  look!  It's  up!" 

Gay  weather,  play  weather, 
Larks-sing-all-the-day  weather 
When  little  girls  forget  their  pride 
To  tag  along  by  some  lad's  side. 
Pleading,  "Let  me  try! 
Oh,  please,  please  let  me  try!" 


"This  is  a  story.  Geordie  MacTagganal 
you  say?  Height  six  feet  five.  WeH 
Twenty  stone?  No.  how  many  pounds: 

"I  don't  know  how  many  pounds,'! 
Geordie.  He  was  flustered  by  Dickie"" 
tin's  high-speed  tactics. 

"Highlander  from  lonely  glen.  Giant 

donian  saves  life  on  eve  of   Red 

Didn't  hurt  yourself,  did  you?" 

Geordie  felt  nearly  all  right  again 
shook  his  head. 

"How  d'you  like  the  States?" 
"I  like  it  fine,"  said  Geordie.  "The 
decent,  but  it's  too  hot." 

That  went  down,  and  the  other  an! 
that  Geordie  gave,  and  certain  embe 
ments  which  occurred  to  Mr.  Martin's  I 
imagination.  He  was  a  very  bright  cul 
porter,  slated  for  success. 

He  kept  looking  round  uneasily  for  ri' 
"  I  can  get  that  injured  guy's  name  later, 
muttered  to  himself.  "You're  the  scoop.' 
looked  up  at  Geordie  and  Helga.  "Comt 
Let's  get  going."  And  he  led  them  away  I 
the  danger  of  other  reporters  until  he  fc 
what  he  was  looking  for — a  photographf 
the  Common  who  took  a  picture  of  Gee 
and  Helga  stan 
beside  Dickie  M; 
for  a  compariso' 
sizes. 

"Will  it  be  in 
papers?"  as 
Geordie.  Except 
brief  passage 
Herald  and  Jot. 
last  year  when  he 
at  Drumfechan, 
a  few  mentions  a  v 
ago  in  the  New  \ 
papers,  he  had  m 
seen  his  name,  far 
his  picture,  in 
press. 

"Sure  it  will,"  s 
Martin.  "Look on 
front  page  tomon 
morning.  Thanks 
everything.  You'r 
swell  guy.  Well,  go 
by."  He  shook  hai 
warmly  with  th 
both  and  disappea 
in  a  raging  hurry. 

"Oh,  Geordie,  \ 
are  so  wonderfu 
said  Helga. 
She  clung  to  his  arm  all  the  way  back 
Olympic  Village  in  the  bus,  and  Geor 
never  freed  himself.  That  would  be  a  lot 
expect  of  a  nice  chap  when  a  pretty  girl  s 
he's  wonderful. 

It  was  a  great  load  he  was  carrying.  It  < 
the  weight  of  his  sick  dad,  and  he  was  a  J 
ing  off  the  hill,  down  the  last  steep  bit  ii  I 
the  valley  where  the  smoke  was  sliced  « 
flat  from  the  cottage  chimney.  He  slumi  ii 
down  beside  the  door.  Mum  would  be  com 
in  a  minute,  Mum  in  a  car  that  was  ups 
down,  Mum  in  a  big  hat  with  flowers.  H  . 
she  was  now. 

Geordie  opened  his  eyes.  Bill  Haul 
stood  in  the  doorway  of  his  room — not  Mir 
a  comfortable  body  with  dismay  in  her  ey  I 
but  lean,  friendly  Bill,  laughing  all  over  i. 
face  and  carrying  a  newspaper. 

The  dream  slipped  farther  back  in  Ge< 
die's  mind,  and  came  a  little  and  faded  ; 
together;  but  the  melancholy  did  not  lea 
him  at  once.  He  sat  up  in  bed  feeling  hea> 
after  a  good  night's  sleep  ending  in  troubk 
dreams. 

"Look  at  the  front  page!"  said  Bill,  "t 
about  some  Scotsman  called  MacTaggai 
some  hero  from  away  up  the  glen,  our  Ger 

die." 

Geordie  was  well  accustomed  by  now 
having  his  leg  pulled  by  Bill;  so  he  just  to( 
the  paper,  rubbed  his  eyes  and  began  to  rca' 
The  headlines  stared  him  in  the  face. 

kii.t-wkarink;  cai.ijx)nian's  ii:at  ok  sthf.N{/i 

on  EVE  OK  OLYMPICS 
Geordie  MacT.iKKart,  copper-haired  giai 
from  away  up  Hie  glen,  performed  a  remarkal) 
feat  lale  yesterday,  raising  an  upset  automobl 

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let  o  free  the  victim  of  a  Tremont  Street 
P  •  • 

fa  it  on  for  a  whole  column,  praising 
$  for  taking  the  risk  of  a  strain  to  his 
k  telling  a  lot  of  stuff  about  his  home 
\  at  chap  must  have  made  up,  because 
Miever  told  him  the  half  of  a  fairy  tale 


H;  ending  up  by  saying  that  if  an 
Mi  couldn't  win  the  shot-putting, 
tj  Boston  World  hoped  that  modest 
H  would.  The  picture  of  him  and 
[lid  small  Dickie  Martin  was  in  the 
U  the  page;  it  was  a  right  good  snap. 
He  felt  pleased  as  he  read  the  story 
m  but  after  the  second  reading  a  kind 
W  began  to  creep  over  him.  He  gave 
U:  back  to  Bill. 

■t  you  like  it,  Geordie?"  said  Bill, 
tj  him.  "They  always  spread  them- 
HDUt  a  thing  like  that." 
U  's all  right,"  said  Geordie.  "It  can't 
Hi.  It's  just  me  in  the  kilt  before  all 
Hand  me  not  wearin'  it  for  the  pub- 
II  ike." 

.  d  nothing. 

Is  my  dad's,"  Geordie  said,  looking 
lie  chair  where  the  kilt  was  hanging 
l>  creases  out.  "He  left  it  to  me  spe- 
Itold  Mum  I'd  wear  it.  But  I  don't 
■year  it  to  be  an  exhibition.  Maybe 
Ir  put  on  shorts." 
l/ou'll  have  to  wear  it,"  said  Bill 
|iYou  didn't  ask  for  the  publicity; 
ies,  I  think  your  father  would  be 
you."  His  voice  changed.  "Come  on 
rdie !  Out  of  bed, 


lump 


were  standing 
le  stadium,  all  the 
dressed  in  white, 
;roup  by  group, 
y  nation,  talking 

silent  again,  the 
ion  rippling  on  ■■■■■ 
long  the  line. 

e  could  feel  the  nervousness  in  him- 
le  could  hear  the  crowd  beyond  the 
.  He  heard  the  distant  babble  and 
voice  of  a  man  selling  something, 
is  a  feeling  more  than  a  hearing;  it 
jueer  presence  of  a  mass  of  people, 
re  heavily  upon  him. 
rade  began  to  form  up  then  behind 
ard  bearers,  a  kaleidoscope  straight- 
lf  out  from  a  jumble  to  a  neat  pat- 
British  team  had  drawn  last  place 
ocession,  and  because  Geordie  was 
lifferently,  they  had  asked  him  to 
the  very  back. 

stood  alone  now,  waiting  for  the 
>pen  up  there  in  front,  and  the  head 
'ocession  to  wheel  into  the  arena 
people  waited  careless^ad  com- 
.vith  nothing  to  do  but  watch.  In 
isy  moment  Geordie  thought  of  the 
an  enemy,  as  a  single  lazy  giant 
d  break  him  down  with  the  force  of 
e,  its  many  eyes  that  were  one.  And 
iddenly  how  little  his  own  bigness 
done  for  him;  how  foolish  he  had 
'aste  many  hours  and  years  making 
strong.  He  understood  for  the  first 
y  Jean  had  mocked  him  for  his 
Had  Henry  Samson  ever  thought 
Had  he  ever  wondered  if  great 
really  did  return  the  penny? 

>rs  swung  open.  Geordie  brushed 
piece  of  dust  from  his  dark  kilt, 
it  up  so  that  it  hung  evenly  all  the 
id.  A  band  was  playing  somewhere 
hat  high  wall.  The  front  of  the 
D  Degan  to  move.  The  head  of  the 
;\.egant  snake  swung  through  the 
'■'id  the  first  sound  of  cheering  came 

I  arena. 

I; is  the  way  you  see  a  diamond,  the 
#■  eyes  narrow  to  its  single  luster,  all 
0  ded.  There  is  the  other  way  of  look- 

I I  you  watch  a  range  of  hills,  or  the 
|r  at  sunset,  and  see  the  whole  un- 
irhis  was  how  Geordie  saw  the  crowd, 
l.ply,  not  as  a  multitude  of  single 
,  it  in  a  wide  brightness  of  color  and 
ill  movement  within  stillness. 


A  man  who  has  committed 
"  a  mistake  and  doesn't  cor- 
rect it  is  committing  another 
mistake.  —CONFUCIUS: 
in  Three  Times  I  Bow,  by  Carl  Glick 
(Whittlesey  House). 


He  came  through  the  door  now,  following 
the  men  ahead  of  him,  hearing  the  waves  of 
cheering  flow  and  ebb,  high  voices  and  deep, 
and  the  noise  a  living  thing  in  the  sunlight. 
He  felt  very  much  alone,  but  no  longer  afraid 
of  that  Person  of  People  which  stretched  up 
and  up  the  tiers  in  the  corner  of  his  eye.  His 
legs  went  easily  to  whatever  tune  the  band 
was  playing,  a  merry  tune  that  said,  "Now 
left  foot,  right  foot,  left  foot,  right  foot";  and 
he  swung  his  arms  as  Dad  had  taught  him 
long  ago,  chest  square,  chin  in,  with  the 
turning,  swaying,  imperceptible  emphasis  of 
bottom,  and  the  pleats  of  the  kilt  swinging  in 
rhythm. 

But  something  sharp  came  through  the 
noisy  air.  It  was  a  call  for  him,  "Hi,  Geordie!" 
in  a  man's  voice  of  strength,  and  the  cheering 
doubled  after  that,  and  Geordie  marched  on 
alone  at  the  tail  of  the  column. 

Jim  cameron  was  by  himself  in  the  unre- 
served seats  where  the  sun  was  hot.  He  was 
from  Wyoming,  buying  horses  in  the  East. 
That's  a  likely  make  of  a  colt  I  bought  yester- 
day, he  thought.  Can't  wail  to  see  him  back 
home.  Why  did  I  come?  What  an  utter  waste  of 
a  morning.  Ah,  here  they  are  now. 

He  watched  the  stalwart  German  team, 
the  springy  Finns,  the  tall  Americans  march- 
ing with  limber  strides,  telling  a  small,  proud 
tale  of  freedom  to  him  and  every  other 
American.  He  watched  the  other  nations 
pass,  all  of  them,  until  there  were  only  the 
British  still  to  come.  They  moved  freely  too. 
Jim  Cameron  saw  them  briefly;  then  his 
eyes  moved  to  the  solitary  kilted  boy.  He 
looked  a  lonely  giant  in 
■■^■■■■H      his  different  clothes. 

Jim  watched  him  cas- 
ually at  first,  with  the  mea- 
suring, dispassionate  eye 
which  breeders  turn  to  any 
living  thing.  He  remem- 
bered the  story  in  the 
World,  half  heard  the 
■■MHMBM      people  talk  around  him; 

half  heard  the  sigh  of  a 
pretty  woman  whose  eyes  were  looking  that 
way  too. 

"A  husky-looking  guy.  .  .  .  Lifted  an 
automobile.  .  .  .  Could  be  an  American.  .  .  . 
Copper-haired  giant,  that's  what  the  World 
said.  .  .  .  Primitive,  isn't  he?  .  .  .  Swell 
the  way  his  kilts  swing." 

"A  man  like  that  in  a  kilt  does  something 
to  me,"  said  the  pretty  woman  to  her  com- 
panion. Her  lips  were  parted  and  her  eyes 
were  shining.  It  very  evidently  did  do  some- 
thing to  her.  It  did  something  to  the  college 
girl  sucking  iced  cola.  It  did  something  to  the 
older  lady  who  remembered  her  dead  son 
and  wished  she  hadn't  put  on  new  shoes. 

It  does  something  to  me  too,  Jim  thought. 
But  it  does  a  different  thing.  Twenty-five  years 
since  I  came  over ;  twenty  years  since  I  was  a 
grown-up  American,  twenty  years  since  I  for- 
got the  feeling  of  the  seeing  of  the  kilt.  But  I 
see  the  place  again  now.  I  see  Ben  Slioch  rising 
steep  from  Loch  Maree.  I  see  something  that 
I  never  saw  back  in  Wyoming  in  my  home.  I 
thought  it  left  me  long  ago;  but  it  never  went 
away. 

The  tears  ran  down  Jim  Cameron's  cheeks, 
and  he  was  not  ashamed.  He  filled  his  lungs 
of  brass  and  called  to  Geordie.  He  called  for 
the  barefooted  days  of  his  childhood,  he 
called  for  Scotland,  called  in  the  voice  of 
America:  "Hi,  Geordie!" 

Now  the  back  of  the  column  was  swinging 
round  the  stadium,  coming  into  the  straight 
which  lay  below  the  covered  stands.  The 
cheering  rose  and  fell  as  the  people  greeted 
each  passing  group,  cordially  with  shouts, 
coolly  with  polite  clapping.  As  was  natural 
and  right,  the  American  team  received  the 
high  ovation;  but  next  after  them  the  great- 
est shouts  were  for  Geordie.  It  is  a  strange 
thing,  the  capturing  of  human  fancy— when 
a  single  man  or  a  single  woman  will  arouse 
warm  ownership  in  a  hundred  thousand.  And 
that  was  what  Geordie  did.  The  news  story 
that  morning,  the  handsome  size  of  him, 
somber  and  stolid  yet  light  of  foot,  the  un- 
familiar dress  he  wore,  his  last  place  in  the 
company  of  athletes;  it  must  have  been  a 
harmony  of  all  these  things. 


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He  knew  it  as  he  marched  on  to  the  chang- 
ing times  of  every  country.  He  knew  that  the 
people  cheered  for  him.  But  Geordie  was  not 
there.  He  marched  proudly  for  the  sake  of 
Scotland-  His  mind  flickered  from  America  to 
hem  e  and  Jean. 

But  he  was  in  none  of  the  places:  he  was 
with  none  of  the  people:  he  was  not  with 
himself.  He  was  outside  somewhere,  outside 
the  hubbub  and  the  bright  colors  and  the 
martial  music 

Then  the  band  changed  to  the  English 
tune  the  British  Grer.ad:rrs.  arc  Geordie 
carte  part  of  the  way  back  from  his  day 
dreaming.  He  saw  the  backs  straighten  in 
front  and  the  arms  swing  higher.  They  were 
coming  to  the  place  of  salute  where  the 
President  of  the  United  States  stood  on  a 
platform,  gray  hat  held  across  his  chest. 
There  was  a  nobility  about  the  single  figure, 
head  of  the  nation,  clothed  as  an  ordinary 
man,  standing  quite  still  below  the  battery  of 


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Geordie  was  still  twenty  paces  from  the 
President  when  the  music  changed  again. 
They  hadn't  changed  it  in  the  practice 
yesterday.  Thus  was  som.ethir.c  unrehearsed. 
The  new  tune  sent  a  shiver  up  bis  back  and 
down  bis  legs  and  up  again,  hovering  sweet 
and  bitter  in  the  hairs  of  his  neck.  It  was 
Highland  Laddie,  not  played  with  the  tangle- 
jar.cle  :  the  pipes  but  Hichlanc  Laddie  all 
the  same,  bearing  its  own  message  for  him  in 
a  green  arena  in  a  foreign  land. 

The  President  looked  straight  at  Geordie. 
tilted  his  chin,  smiled  a  little.  Then  he  was 
away  behind,  and  the  Eyes  Front  was  given, 
and  the  Highland  tune  was  company 

This  time  Geordie's 

betwixt  and  between,  out- 
side and  in.  under  and  over. 
He  was  ten  years  old,  walk- 
ing with  his  dad  into  the 
Queen's  Barracks,  into  the 
gray  parade  ground  in  a 
gray  part  of  a  city.  Pipes  h^^^^^h 
ar.d  drum;  "  ere  drawn  up 
ready,  and  they  began  to  play.  It  was  a 
queer  setting  for  the  playing  of  Retreat.  You 
would  expect  it  to  be  on  the  green  grass,  or 
in  the  shadow  of  the  hills,  but  not  in  a  murky 
quadrangle  below  high  chimneys.  And  yet  it 
was  a  noble  frame  for  the  contrast  of  green 
diublets  ar.d  scarlet.  :':r  the  rncht  pipers' 
kQts  and  the  dark  kilts  of  the  drummers,  and 
the  drum  major  twirling  his  silver  stick  in 
front,  and  the  sound  of  pipes  and  drums 
filling  the  space  between  the  buildings,  the 
sound  that  made  you  fed  hot  and  cold, 
happy  and  sad.  Perhaps  you  got  the  message 
better  in  that  dull  place. 

Geordie  and  his  dad  never  spoke  for  the 
whole  half  hour — march  and  countermarch, 
forming  circle,  strathspey  and  quick  reel 
time,  the  slow  hit  of  Lochaber  No  More.  But 
it  was  Highland  Laddie  that  carried  you 
away,  took  you  on  its  wild  flood  and  fixed  the 
memory"  of  that  one  evening  so  that  you  re- 
membered it  ten  years  later  in  Boston. 
Massachusetts,  in  the  U.  S.  A. 

There  was  more  to  remember  too.  There 
was  a  big  voice  sounding  behind:  "Mac- 
Taggart!" 

Dad  gave  a  jump  and  turned  round  and 
stiffened  up.  bringing  his  heels  together  in  a 
comical,  out-of-practice  way.  "Yes,  sir."  he 
said. 

The  chap  was  dressed  up  like  an  officer, 
with  a  fancy  belt,  and  he  had  a  wide  mus- 
tache on  him.  He  looked  fierce  even  when  he 
smiled  for  a  second  at  Dad.  And  for  all  his 
officer's  getup  he  spoke  broad.  "This  your 
laddie?" 

"Yes.  sir."  said  Dad.  still  standing  stiff 
even  though  it  was  eight  years  since  he  fin- 
ished his  time  in  the  regiment.  "Geordie's 
his  name." 

The  big  man  took  his  glove  off  and  shook 
hands  solemnly  with  Geordie.  and  went 
away,  no  words  spoken. 

'  Who's  that.  Dad?"  asked  Geordie. 

"  Von's  the  great  Charlie  Scott."  said  Dad. 
"R.S.M.  in  my  day.  Q  M.  now.  and  a  right 
terror.  I'm  scared  o'  him  yet."  Dad  laughed. 
It  was  the  first  time  Geordie  had  ever  heard 
of  him  being  scared  of  anything  or  anybody. 


But  swinging  round  the  end  of 
coming  back  now  to  the  doors 
had  entered  the  arena.  Geordie 
why  his  dad  had  gone  sometimes  to 
kilt  hanging  in  the  cupboard:  why- 
given  it  to  him  special  on  the  day  b 
died. 

The  big  doors  closed  off  the 
him.  Geordie  was  outside  again, 
rung  of  the  day  was  over. 

Geordie  sat  on  the  grass  in  the  a 
the  arena.  He  was  waiting.  It 
enough,  for  there  was  a  breeze  which 
away  the  heat  of  the  sun.  kept  Ian 
cept  at  the  waist  where  the  kilt 
tight.  It  would  be  pleasant  enonj 
wasn't  for  the  heaviness  that  was  a  h 
listened  to  the  swarming  munflf" 
crowd,  like  bees  they  sounded  now.  bu 
out  purpose,  not  going  for  the  nectar  h 
honey:  just  sitting  there,  watching  a  ft 
doing  daft  capers  for  an  entertainmer 
"Last  round  commencing."  said  th 
in  white  ffannrfg  at  the  nucrophoa 
voice  spread  about  and  sounded  back, 
ing  loudest  from  the  covered  standi 
were  a  few  men  standing  on  the  high 
policemen,  would  they  be.  or  ftremei 
conversation  faded.  You  saw  a  white 
ment  of  programs  all  the  way  round 
But  the  announcer  was  spealrijfl 
"Weber.  Germany,  leads  with  fifty-ti 
six.  Second— Her.cL~.cks.  U.  S.  A.,  fit 
feet  three  and  r.e  cuarter.  Thin 
Roon.  Netherlands,  fifty-one  feet  fa 
:ne  half  Fiurth — MacTaccart.  Grea 
am.  fifty-one  feet  one  inch." 

The  first  tnrce 
■I^BI^^H     their  final  turn.]| 
them  did  better 
so  they  were  out 
now  it  was  Van 
Holland.  He 
lightly.  He  was  a 
fellow,  more  like  asp 

big  of  course.  They 
him  the  Flying  Dutchman.  With  the  an  i 

his  fate,  and  the  careless  way  he  cad.  J  i 
ways  thought  it  was  a  game  with  bni 
perhaps  it  wasn't:  perhaps  he  was  icy  I 
and  serious  underneath. 

The  sh::  landed  with  its  soft  pwL  I 
measurements  be  jar.  acatr.  ;c:;esjci 
like  it  was  a  funeral.  "Fifty-one  fnstf 
inches."  A  round  of  applause,  want 
friendly,  saying. "  Bad  luck  > 
Van  Roon  was  a  favorite  wit] 
shrucced  his  shoulders  or.ce 
m.bde  and  expressive,  and  s 
back  to  where  the  others  we 
Geordie  had  time  vet  to  ^ 


^  One  believe*  a  trifle  too 
▼  generally  that  the  «un  has 
no  other  object  here  below 
than  to  make  the  eabbaaes 
grow.  __ g.STa.s  HAUKSE, 


5  su- 
n-en 

•he  I 


i  :  dn't 
the  crow  I 
up  anddi 
uled  and  : 

-  ii  c: 
ait.  fork 

Last  man  on  the  list.  "Always  last,'^B_ 
tered.  looking  down  at  his  bare  legsjH 
out  in  front,  fuzzy  red  hair  all  ov^T 
Last  in  the  parade,  last  in  the  shot' 
"The  last  shall  be  first,"  it  said  in 
but  that  was  a  different  meaning,  j 

Then  Weber's  name  was  called  Hei 
up  deliberately,  glanced  as  deliberately! 
right  where  Helga  Sorensen  sat  with  the 
cuds,  waitirc  t:  c  rr.pete  aiiet  the  tk 
event.  But  He'.ca  s  c/es  were  .  r  GeOfdki 
felt  them  on  himself  all  the  time.  ' 

There  was  no  lightness  about  I^H 
smiles,  no  grace.  He  was  a  pu^H 
Ubermensck :  arrogant,  and  yet  a  little  A| 
ful.  You  could  see  the  chip  he 
shoulder,  the  chip  which  said, 
dock  btssrr ' ' .  dock,  dock,  dock,  we 
we  are.  And  it  was  nearly  true:  it 
been  true.  So  if  you  had  the 
God  you  might  feel  sorry  for  him  andfa 
the  other  Webers. 

"  Weber.  Germany,  fifty-three  feet^H 
It  was  a  magnificent  put.  He  sat  do4H 
somber  of  face. 
"Good  one."  said  Geordie. 
"Dankt."  said  Weber,  looking 
man  for  a  moment,  forgetting  hn 
his  Germanic  destiny,  in  a  personal 
satisfaction. 

fit's  a  dtctnt  enougk  ckap.  Geordie 
suddenly.  But  Geordie  had  had  it 
glen,  lie  couldn't  understand  the  lo 
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THIAMINE 

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Publisher  of  SEVENTEEN 

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"Smart  girls  these  days  are  well  aware 
that  the  foods  they  eat  have  a  great  deal 
to  do  with  their  health  and  their  disposi- 
tions, even  their  grades  and  their  looks. 
Those  flags  should  help  them  to  remem- 
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T  JUST  TEEN-AGERS.  Every  one  daily  for  health  and  vitality, 

us  should  know  "and  re-  Bake  at  home  or  buy  from 

I  mber  what  those  flags  say.  your  grocer  or  baker,  always 

■  Every  bite  of  enriched  bread  being  careful  to  get  modern 

I  •  of  any  of  the  good  foods  enriched  bread  and  flour;  they 

lide  with  enriched  flour)  are  such  thrifty,  delicious 

ovides  six  nutrients  needed  sources  of  6-way  nourishment. 
WHEAT    FLOUR  INSTITUTE 

Views  6-way Jfourishment  m 
unrieked Bread  and  Flour 


F  YOU'RE  DIETING 
O  LOSE  WEIGHT  .  .  . 


I 


REMEMBER  that  calories  are  what  you  want 
to  cut,  not  essential  vitamins  and  mineral 
nutrients.  The  thiamine,  niacin,  riboflavin 
and  iron  in  enriched  bread  and  flour  help 
keep  you  fit  while  you're  reducing. 

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thick  on  lightly  floured  surface.  Cut  half  of  dough  with  a  biscuit  cutter,  the 
other  half  with  a  doughnut  cutter  of  equal  width.  Spread  plain  rounds  with 
jam.  Top  with  "doughnut"  rounds;  Jill  center  holes  with  more  jam.  Bake  in 
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Here's  a  dandy  cake  to  serve...  when  a  crowd  drops  in  ...  to  the  kids  when  school's 
out ...  to  a  hungry  husband  any  time !  They'll  love—  you'll  love — the  way  Calumet's 
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Easy  .  .  .  definitely!  You  can  serve 
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Perfect. .  .of  course !  So  tender  and  fine- 
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Once  you  see  the  wonderful  difference 
Calumet's  dependability  will  make  in 
your  baking,  you'll  never  use  anything 
else!  That's  why  more  women  buy  Cal- 
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That's  why  your  Calumet  cakes  will 
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and  hot  breads  a  taste  of  heaven.  Try 
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Preparations.  Have  the  shortening  at  room 
temperature.  Grease  bottom  of  13  x  9  x  2- 
inch  pan.  Start  oven  for  moderate  heat 
(375°F.).  Sift  flour  once  before  measuring. 

Ingredients: 

2  cups  sifted  Swans  Down  Cake  Flour 
2}4  teaspoons  Calumet  Baking  Powder 
5^  teaspoon  salt 
1  cup  plus  2  tablespoons  sugar 
Yl  cup  shortening 

*Milk  (see  below  for  amount) 
1  teaspoon  vanilla 
1  egg  plus  2  yolks,  unbeaten 

With  butter,  margarine,  or  lard,  use  %  cup 
minus  1  tablespoon  milk.  Wit  h  vegetable  or 
any  other  shortening,  use  £3  cup  milk. 

Now  the  Mix-Easy  Parti  (Mix  by  hand  or  at 
a  low  speed  of  electric  mixer.  Count  only 
actual  beating  time  or  beating  strokes.  Allow 
about  1!30  full  strokes  per  minute.  Scrape 
bowl  and  spoon  often.) 

1.  Sift  flour  once,  measure  into  sifter,  and 
add  baking  powder,  salt,  and  sugar.  Set  aside. 


2.  Place  shortening  in  mixing  bowl  and  stir 
just  to  soften.  Sift  in  dry  ingredients.  Add 
milk  and  vanilla  and  mix  until  all  flour  is 
dampened.  Then  beat  2  minutes. 

3.  Add  egg  and  yolks  and  beat  1  minute  longer. 

Baking.  Turn  batter  into  pan.  Bake  in  mod- 
erate oven  (375°F.)  30  minutes,  or  until 
done.  Cool  cake  in  pan  on  rack  about  1  hour, 
or  until  thoroughly  cooled. 

Topping.  Spread  Meringue  Cake  Topping 
lightly  over  cool  cake  in  pan  and  sprinkle 
with  nuts  or  coconut.  Bake  in  moderate  oven 
(375°F)  20  minutes,  or  until  lighlly  browned. 
Cut  and  serve  directly  from  pan,  if  desired. 
Serve  warm  or  cold. 

Meringue  Cake  Topping 

Beat  2  egg  whites  and  dash  of  salt  until 
foamy.  Add  Yi  cup  sugar,  2  tablespoons  at  a 
time,  beating  after  each  addition  until  sugar 
is  blended.  After  all  sugar  is  added,  con)  inuc 
beating  until  mixture  will  stand  in  peaks. 
If  desired,  add  \.\  teaspoon  almond  flavoring 
and  blend. 


CALUMET 


BAKING 
POWDER 


Double-acting  for  Double-sure  Success 

A  product  of  ( icncral  Foods 


(Continued  from  Page  184) 

"Hendricks,  U.  S.  A."  The  cheers  of  en- 
couragement sounded  from  every  direction. 

"  Geordie ! "  It  was  Helga  there  beside  him. 
She  took  his  hand  and  squeezed  it,  looking  at 
him  with  the  open  adoration  which  stirred 
him  and  embarrassed  him  too.  "Good  luck, 
Geordie."  She  went  away  again. 

Hendricks  was  at  the  circle.  He  had  that 
impersonal  dedicated  look  about  him,  utterly 
absorbed;  and  calm,  you  would  think.  So  he 
was  calm,  but  the  muscles  tightened  and 
loosened  in  his  cheeks.  That  told  you  the 
electric  charge  that  was  inside  him. 

Geordie  watched  him  in  the  hush,  not  see- 
ing though.  It  was  his  own  turn  next.  He 
began  to  rub  his  right  arm  up  and  down.  The 
muscles  were  loose  as  they  should  be.  But  he 
wasn't  right  inside  himself.  Down  there  in  his 
stomach  he  was  knotted  up  tight,  and  in  his 
head  too.  This  was  the  last  chance  you  came 
to,  the  moment  you'd  trained  for;  and  you 
weren't  right  for  it.  You  were  a  big  lump  of 
nerves,  not  even  caring  that  there  was  no 
spark  inside  you. 

Think  of  home,  the  minister  had  said.  So 
now  Geordie  tried  to  think  of  home.  He  tried 
to  carry  his  mind  beyond  the  crowd  of  peo- 
ple, away  beyond  the  loneliness  of  being  shut 
in  before  the  eyes.  He  tried  to  think  of  the 
scary  place  where  the  eagles  used  to  nest,  but 
that  was  a  place  where  eyes  might  watch  you 
too.  That  was  no  good.  He  tried  to  think  of 
the  grouse  calling  in  the  early  morning  when 
the  mist  still  lay  about  the  moor.  He  could 
see  the  mist  eddying.  It  wasn't  hidden  mist 
he  wanted.  It  was  a  calm  clear  day  of  sun- 
shine, him  sitting  on  a  high  top  and  seeing  all 
the  world  below,  and  no  one  seeing  him.  But 
it  would  not  come  to  help  him. 

Cheering  again;  not  loud  enough  to  mean 
a  winner.  No,  Hendricks  hadn't  done  it. 
"Hendricks,  U.  S.  A.,  fifty-two  feet  eight  and 
one  quarter  inches."  Cheers  and  claps  and 
calling  and  disappointment. 

"MacTaggart,  Great  Britain." 

Now  it  was  him  and  he  was  on  his  feet.  The 
roar  of  applause  swept  round  and  above  him. 
They  wanted  him  to  win;  he  knew  that  for 
sure.  They  wouldn't  be  shouting  their  heads 
off  if  they  didn't  wish  him  well.  But  it  was  no 
good;  he  didn't  have  the  power  of  extra  guts 
in  his  stomach;  he  didn't  have  the  bright 
purpose  in  his  mind.  They  could  shout  and 
shout,  and  it  would  do  no  good. 

I&ung  Dickie  Martin  of  the  Boston  World, 
he  was  the  one  who  saw  that  captivating 
thing  in  Geordie;  he  was  the  one  who  gave 
them  the  idea.  Their  own  man  had  failed  to 
win;  so  now  the  Americans  took  Geordie  to 
their  hearts.  They  shouted  for  him:  the  la- 
dies— motherly,  sisterly  and  with  a  different 
admiration — the  ladies  shouted  heartily  for 
the  kind  of  man  you  dream  about  you  meet 
someplace  by  chance;  and  the  men  because 
he  looked  a  nice  guy,  and  strong  as  they 
would  like  to  be,  and  a  kilted  Scotsman — 
hence  a  joke  was  behind  it,  and  less  contro- 


: 


Marcl 

versial  than  if  he  had  been  English.  Ai 
small  boys  and  girls  cheered  because 
infectious.  You  must  ivin  now,  GeordiflL 
what  they  all  were  feeling. 

He  took  the  shot  in  his  hand,  and  s,« 
fell  again,  such  a  silence  as  you  could  |j 
The  hamburger  men,  the  soft-drinks  mew 
ice-cream  men,  they  stood  still.  It  wan 
kind  of  a  moment,  charged  up  with  a  3 
thought  in  many  minds. 

Jim  Cameron  waited  till  then  to  givj 
shout.  This  time  he  shouted  in  the  rein 
bered  words  of  Scotland,  in  the  great 
which  would  echo  in  his  mountainous 
ming. 

"Come  away  now,  Geordie,"  bellowetu 
Cameron,  Highland  boy  and  American 


Geordie  heard  that  as  he  stepped  intf 
circle.  He  heard  the  familiar  words.  The; 
not  do  the  trick ;  they  did  not  free  him. 
they  called  up  something  else.  It  was  the 
of  Jean.  He  had  striven  hard  these 
weeks  and  never  seen  her  face.  He  savii 
now,  just  as  sharp  and  clear  as  if  she  wel- 
fare him — gray  eyes  and  smiling  lips  and  t 
unruly  in  the  wind. 

That  was  not  all.  In  the  hush  he  heardr  i 
speak  to  him.  She  sounded  close  out  t  e  1 
where  he  was  lonely.  She  gave  the  str< 
he  could  not  find  himself.  "Come  away 
Geordie,"  she  said  in  her  soft,  urgent  \ 
"Come  away,  my  wee  Geordie." 

It  was  like  a  snap  the  way  it  happt 
The  knots  were  untied  in  his  stomach 
load  jumped  off  his  shoulders;  the  ner 
misery  had  left  him. 

"Och  aye,  Jean,"  he  murmured,  facini 
board,  speaking  so  low  that  no  one  w 
hear  except  himself  in  his  own  ears; 
maybe  Jean  would  hear. 

Geordie  MacTaggart  did  his  put.  J 
she  goes,  he  thought,  watching  the  ball 
slowly  as  it  climbed.  There  she  goes.  I  got 
of  her  that  time.  Thai's  the  last  one.  That's 
last  I'll  ever  do.  Up  and  up  and  still  for  a 
ment  at  the  peak.  And  down  she  starts  toco 
down  across  the  white  blobbed  faces,  jas 
faster  like  the  Bible  swine  going  helter-sk 
for  the  brink.  By-by,  Henry  Samson 

The  shot  plunked  dully.  It  lay  far  beyc 
the  other  marks. 

"Aaah ! "  The  long  gasp  of  people  whoh; 
no  words  to  say.  It  shuddered  round  1 
stadium  and  died,  and  there  was  a  silence' 
fore  the  storm  of  cheering. 

Geordie  dusted  his  hands  on  his  kilt  a 
walked  out  of  the  circle.  He  smiled  for  t 
pride  of  victory,  for  the  lightness  of  his  tn 
bles  over,  for  the  pleasure  of  the  panden 
nium.  People  were  running,  vaulting  the 
at  the  edge  of  the  arena,  coming  to  him. 
every  direction,  and  the  hats  flew  and 
grams  fluttered  in  the  breeze. 

He  just  caught  that  glimpse  of  peoplen 
ning  to  him,  like  the  ripples  of  a  stone 
versing,  like  the  chickens  running  for  I 
mash. 

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THIS  wholesome  trio  repr 
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Fire  Girls,  leu-  to  fifteen-year- 
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{Continued  from  Page  186) 
But  Helga  reached  him  long  before  the 
others.  She  threw  herself  at  Geordie,  knock- 
ing him  off  balance  so  that  he  clutched  to 
save  himself.  Her  arms  were  round  his  neck. 
"Oh,  Geordie,  oh,  Geordie.  You  are  so  won- 
derful." She  clung  to  him  and  kissed  him 
passionately. 

First  the  shock  of  winning;  then  the  shock 
of  Helga's  impact;  the  electric  shock  of  her 
kiss,  the  soft  delightful  shock  of  clinching 
with  a  muckle  lassie. 

Helga  stood  proxy  then;  it  was  several  sec- 
onds before  Geordie  thought  of  disengage- 
ment. 

The  radio  crackled;  the  American  voice 
grew  louder  and  faded  and  came  again.  But 
it  wasn't  bad  reception  for  short  wave. 

"  It's  as  good  as  I  can  get  it,"  said  Reverend 
MacNab,  fingering  the  knobs  with  his  red 
face  close  to  the  loud-speaker.  Then  he  sat 
back  in  his  chair;  but  he  kept  bouncing  about 
in  a  restless  way. 

Jean  sat  still,  just  looking  at  the  place  the 
noise  came  from,  the  way  people  do.  She 
could  hear  the  steady  drizzle  of  rain  on  the 
rhododendrons  outside  the  minister's  study 
window. 

"...  That's  a  disappointment  about  Hen- 
dricks. He  did  splendidly,  though.  Now  it's 
the  last  man  of  all.  Now  you  people  over 
there  in  Scotland,  it's  your  own  man,  Geordie 
MacTaggart.  I've  been  watching  that  boy  all 
morning.  It's  wonderful  to  see  the  composure 
he  has,  sitting  out  there  on  the  grass,  not  a 
worry,  not  a  care.  Ideal  temperament.  And 
when  you  think  he's  new  to  all  this! 

"Now  he's  standing  up,  ^^^^^^^^ 
going  over  to  the  circle. 
Listen  to  the  cheering, 
listen  to  the  way  the  crowd 
is  wishing  him  luck.  I 
can't  tell  you  what  it's 
like.  That  boy,  that  hand- 
some Highland  boy,  has 
won  the  heart  of  America.  ^g^^^^^ 
The  people  are  mad  for 
him.  It's  not  only  what  he  did  yester- 
day  "  The  voice  faded  right  out. 

The  minister  tutted  irritably.  But  it  came 
back: 

"Not  since  the  great  John  L.  Sullivan,  the 
Boston  Strong  Boy,  the  idol  of  the  people  of 
this  city — not  since  John  L.  Sullivan  has  Bos- 
ton felt  like  this  about  a  man.  I  venture  to  say 
that.  Yes,  I  venture  to  say  it.  No  diamond- 
studded  belt  for  Geordie  perhaps,  but  our 
thoughts  are  with  him,  our  fervent  hopes  and 
wishes. 

"Now  he  has  the  shot  in  his  hand.  Silence 
now,  absolute  silence.  You  could  hear  a  pin 
drop,  yes,  literally;  and  the  stands  are  still, 
literally  absolutely  still.  He's  stepping  out 
to  the  circle,  kilt  swinging,  the  picture  of  con- 
fidence. There's  something  about  that  boy. 
We  all  feel  he  can  win,  but  two  feet's  a  lot  of 
distance. 

"Did  you  hear  that  shout?  Just  one  man's 
tremendous  voice.  I  don't  know  what  he 
called.  Now  MacTaggart's  in  the  circle.  He's 
standing  there,  taking  rather  a  long  time." 

Come  away  now,  Geordie,  Jean  was  saying 
inside  her,  not  even  her  lips  moving.  Come 
away,  my  wee  Geordie. 

"I  can't  help  it,"  the  minister  muttered. 
"  I  shouldn't  be  praying  for  a  thing  like  that, 
but  I  can't  help  it." 

".  .  .  He  heaved  those  great  shoulders, 
flexed  them  once,  a  wonderful  movement. 
And  now  he's  in  position.  He's  ready.  He's 
all  set.  Any  moment  now.  Bending  for  the 
spring.  That  kilt!  He's  off.  Oh,  the  strength 
and  the  grace  of  the  boy.  Up  it  goes,  up  and 
up,  and  Geordie's  safe  inside  the  circle.  It's 
coming  down  now.  It's  a  beauty.  He's  won! 
It's  out  clear  in  front.  Oh,  oh,  oh."  The  far- 
away American  was  speechless. 

The  minister  jumped  to  his  feet,  knocking 
his  chair  over  backward,  face  like  a  red  apple 
wet  from  the  tap,  and  he  danced  around  his 
study  in  a  wild  caper.  "Whoopee!"  he 
shouted.  "  Whoopee ! "  Of  all  the  things  for  a 
Presbyterian  minister  to  shout! 

Jean's  heart  was  too  full  to  notice  anything 
strange  in  his  behavior,  The  tears  of  joy  were 
running  down  her  cheeks. 


^  It  is  astonishing  how  soon 
^  the  whole  conscience  be- 
gins to  unravel,  if  a  single 
stitch  is  dropped. 

—CHARLES  BUXTON. 


Mare 

But  the  announcer  had  got  his  voiceV 
"It's  pandemonium,"  he  screamed, 
colossal!  It's  an  ail-American  wow.  G&l 
smiling,  coming  back  out  of  the  circlif 
crowd's  gone  mad.  They're  storminS 
arena,  running  for  him  from  all  directs  |j 
twenty  years  I've  never  seen  

"And  Helga  Sorensen  got  there  first!  J 
in  his  arms!  They're  kissing.  It's  splj| 
It's  a  union  of  giants.  It's  beautiful  toiijl 
wish  you  could  see  them,  the  kilted  herd 
the  Nordic  Diana.  She's  a  lovely  girl.  ^ 
couple!  They're  still  embracing.  ThecS 
are  reaching  him  now." 

Jean  leaned  forward  quickly  and  tU 
off  the  switch.  Then  she  stood  up.  The 
ter  had  stopped  his  capers.  The  smile  «S 
his  face. 

"Perhaps,"  he  began.  "Maybe  

he  looked  greatly  distressed. 

Geordie  came  to  his  senses  and  dise 
gled  himself  from  Helga.  The  first 
grasped  his  and  spoke  loud  and  f( 
"  Herzliche  Gliickwiinsche!"  said  Webei 
mighty  German,  a  bigger  build  of  man 
than  Geordie. 

"Thanks,"  said  Geordie. 
Then  he  was  engulfed  in  the  ramp; 
raving,  cheering  crowd.  They  swung  hii 
all  two  hundred  eighty  pounds  of  him 
he  was  tossed  about  precariously  on 
shoulders,  smiling  down  at  the  laughing 
at  all  the  different  kinds  of  faces  wit 
stamp  of  America  on  them.  Somewhi 
among  the  confusion  he  heard  the 
speaker  say,  "Winner,  Geordie  MacTai 
^^^^^^^      Great  Britain,  fiftj 
feet  and  half  an  inch. 
Olympic  record."  Lc 
cheering  after  that; 
and  color  and  heat 
enthusiasm,  and  him 
ing  round  the  grass  o: 
arena.  "Hi,  Geordie! 
■■■■■■■■      Good  work!. .  .Greats  I 
Geordie!  .  .  .  That 
mighty  fine!  .  .  .  That  was  wonderful! 
How  d'you  like  the  States?" 

"It's  not  bad,"  said  Geordie.  "It's 
for  a  visit.  It's  a  fine  place." 

He  was  thoroughly  happy  in  his  str 
position;  but  in  a  funny  way,  even  as  t 
took  him  round  the  track  in  triumph,  ( 
as  he  thought,  It's  just  as  well  I've  the 
pants  on  underneath  for  decency's  sake,  eve 
the  welter  of  bright  noise  and  color,  Georc 
time  with  the  kind  Americans  was  over, 
had  started  on  his  journey  home. 

They  were  just  coming  down  the  stn 
beside  the  stands  when  he  noticed  a  com 
tion  within  the  commotion,  a  wedge  for- 
its  way  through  the  crowd  below  him, 
stentorian  voices  shouting  for  pass 
"Make  way!  Watch  your  hat,  lady!  G. 
way!"  They  were  four  or  five  large  mt 
pale  suits  and  pale  hats,  and  being  i 
certed  in  their  action  and  determined,  t 
forced  their  way  through  the  jubilant  cr 
like  a  Sherman  tank  going  through  a  fiel 
corn.  A  chap  in  an  Army  hat  came  trai 
in  their  wake. 

"Steady,  folks!"  he  shouted.  "TimetOl 
Geordie  go.  Put  him  down  gently.  The  Pi  H 
dent  wants  to  meet  him." 

Geordie  found  himself  back  on  the  grot 
The  crowd  stood  close  around  him  and  H 
five  big  men  and  the  military  aide,  for  it  \\ 
no  less  a  person.  The  people  were  quiet  n 
smiles  still  on  their  faces,  wondering  h|' 
their  newly  beloved  Geordie  would  hit  it 1 
with  the  high  brass. 

"Come  on,  Geordie,"  said  the  milit;' 
aide.  "Come  and  meet  the  President."  1 
"The  President  of  America?"  said  Gel 
die.  An  awful  lot  of  things  had  happfl 
in  a  short  time  and  he  didn't  rightly  kn 
whether  he  was  on  his  ankle  or  his  elbf 
"I'm  not  dressed  right  to  meet  the  Prij 
dent."  He  kxiked  down  with  dismay  at  J 
dusty  kilt  and  spiked  shoes  and  shirt  cru 
pled  now. 

"Come  on,  Geordie,"  said  the  militf 
aide  again.  "You  kx)k  swell  in  that  rig." 

So  the  (i-men  formed  a  circle  round  Go! 
die,  and  they  all  bustled  off  toward  the  Pre 

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(Continued  from  Page  lftX) 
dent's  box,  Geordie  looking  more  like  a  prize 
Celtic  slave  being  escorted  to  the  Roman 
market  than  anything  else. 

He  came  into  the  box.  His  spikes  were 
sticking  through  the  carpet  into  the  wooden 
boards,  so  walking  wasn't  free  and  easy. 

"I'm  delighted  to  meet  you,  Mr.  Mac- 
Taggart,"  said  the  President,  formal  but 
friendly,  just  as  if  Geordie  was  a  pal  already. 
"That  was  a  great  performance." 

"Thank  you,  sir,"  said  Geordie,  shaking 
hands.  He  felt  a  blush  coming  up  all  over 
him,  but  there  wasn't  nothing  he  could  do 
about  it. 

"I'd  like  you  to  meet  my  wife."  So  Geor- 
die shook  hands  with  Mrs.  President  too. 
Then  there  was  a  shuffling  round  of  the  Yan- 
kee quality  in  the  box  and  he  found  himself 
sitting  between  them. 

Out  in  the  arena  things  had  quietened 
down  again  and  the  ladies'  shot-putting  was 
in  progress.  It  was  funny  to  see  the  few  of 
them  out  there,  just  like  he'd  been  a  few 
minutes  ago.  It  was  funny  to  see  the  thing 
the  other  way  round. 

But  neither  the  President  nor  Geordie  nor 
Mrs.  President  paid  much  attention  to  the 
ladies'  shot-putting.  They  were  too  busy 
having  a  rare  chat  together. 

"What's  that  kilt  you're  wearing,  Geor- 
die?" asked  the  Presi- 


He  could  easily  catch  cold  after  all 
ment  and  not  even  a  sweater  on, 

"Well,  good-by,  Geordie,"  sail 
dent.  "  It's  been  a  real  pleasure  mi 
If  Jean's  difficult,  just  tell  her ' 
that  keen  you  couldn't  help  it." 

"Good-by,  sir,"  said  Geordie 
that  over.  "Maybe  she'll  not  b 
though." 

"She'll  believe  you  in  the  end,' 
President,  looking  at  Geordie,  km^i 
no  nice  girl  could  help  believing  ft  J 
end. 

So  Geordie  bowed  with  digmi  , 
spect  and  made  his  way  out  of  the 
was  a  loud  burst  of  cheers  and  claiW 
the  stand.  The  Labots  and  thCo 
clapped  too ;  they  thought  Geordie  at 
ticularly  handsome  young  man.  , 

McCrimmon's  bus  stopped,  an> 
got  down  with  his  suitcase  and  the  itb 
his  hands.  "Cheerio,  Geordie,"  »• 
driver.  The  bus  rattled  away  towa  D 
fechan  village. 

Well,  here  he  was  at  last,  home; 
the  white  cottage  fifty  yards  a 
Mum's  flowers  growing  on  the  em 
the  patch  of  lawn  she  must  have « 
for  him  to  come  back  to  a  tidy  pi: 
It  was 


dent.  He'd  just  called 
him  Mr.  MacTaggart 
the  once. 

"That's  a  Black 
Watch  kilt,"  said 
Geordie.  "It  was  my 
dad's,  as  a  matter  of 
fact."  And  because 
the  two  of  them 
seemed  such  decent 
folk,  he  told  them  all 
about  the  kilt. 

"And  your  mother 
is  alive?"  said  Mrs. 
President.  She  was 
a  comfortable-look- 
ing body.  Maybe  she 
felt  happy  talking  to 
a  simple  boy  like  Geor- 
die. Maybe  she  liked 
that  better  than  being 
with  the  high-ups. 

"Aye,  Mum's  fine, 
Mum." 

"Tell  us  about  your 
President. 

So  Geordie  told  them  all  about  home, 
about  the  hill  and  his  job  and  the  grouse 
shooting  starting  soon  and  the  Laird  with  his 
crazy  notions.  He  even  told  them  about  Jean. 

Just  then  the  announcer  said,  "Helga  Sor- 
ensen,  Norway,  leads  with  " 

"You'd  better  not  tell  Jean  about  Helga," 
said  the  President  of  the  United  States.  He 
had  wrinkles  all  round  the  eyes  and  a  rare 
twinkle  in  them.  He  had  a  twinkle  like  a  man 
who's  seen  a  lot  to  laugh  and  cry  about. 

Funnily  enough,  that  was  just  what  Geor- 
die was  thinking.  He  was  worrying  maybe 
Jean  would  be  vexed  if  she  knew  about  him 
and  Helga  kissing  out  there  in  public.  She 
might  get  the  wrong  notion  of  it  altogether. 

"That's  right,  sir,"  he  said.  "But  I 
couldn't  help  myself.  Helga's  that  keen." 

The  President  threw  his  head  back  and 
went  into  gusts  and  gales  of  laughter.  He 
laughed  till  he  was  fit  to  burst. 

Hush,  dear,"  said  Mrs.  President. 
"You're  making  an  exhibition  of  yourself." 
But  she  was  laughing  a  bit  too. 

"Are  you  going  back  to  Scotland  soon?" 
the  President  asked. 

"The  sooner  the  better,"  said  Geordie. 
"America's  a  great  place,"  he  added  hastily 
when  he  saw  them  smile,  "but— well,  home's 
home." 

"True  enough,"  said  the  President.  Then 
he  told  Geordie  about  his  own  home,  and 
how  he  was  always  thinking  of  it  and  want- 
ing to  go  back;  and  how  he'd  been  a  right 
keen  lishei  when  he  \v;is  ;i  lad. 

Geordie  was  feeling  tired  after  what  had 
hapix  ncd  to  him  that  morning,  so  he  was 
glad  in  the  end  when  Mrs.  President  said, 
"We  mustn't  keep  Geordie  too  long,  dear 


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The  gorse  was  deep  as  golden  fur 
And  little  tufts  of  sorrel  there  were 
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Beside  the  green  sea's  loveless  chill 
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down  long  ago,  the  moss  doing  nol 
gray  slates  on  the  roof,  the  edges  off 
untrimmed,  the  familiar  irritating 
of  jobs  undone  and  new  ones  comin 
you  would  have  to  do.  And  all  a  lit) 
to  you  than  it  was  the  day  you  we 
Geordie  had  those  feelings  in  a  qi 
as  he  walked  toward  the  house  < 
afternoon  in  the  month  of  August. 

"Mum!  Are  you  there,  Mum?"| 
at  the  door. 

"Geordie!"  She  came  running  1 
kitchen;  a  bit  heavy-footed  since  si  j 
putting  on  weight  in  earnest,  but  s 
move  fast.  She  held  him  at  arm' 
"Let's  take  a  look  at  you.  No  chan 
can  see.  The  same  wee  Geordie  gro 
She  gave  him  another  hug  and  led 
into  the  kitchen. 

Geordie  left  the  hatbox  in  the  I 
account  of  not  wanting  awkward  q 
but  he  took  his  suitcase  along.  Then 
rare  burning  oatmeally  smell  of  ban 
the  range. 

"It's  grand  to  be  back,"  he  said 
round  the  kitchen.  He  could  feel  tt 
he  had  been  and  the  things  that  ll 
pened  to  him  in  the  last  month  slidij 
into  a  corner  of  his  mind. 

"So  you  won  the  prize,"  said  M| 
had  her  back  to  him  over  at  the  rani 
never  took  much  time  away  from  *| 
was  doing. 
"Aye." 

"I  had  the  win  less  turned  on," 
"But  I  was  too  excited.  I  was  wearin 
to  a  shadow,  so  I  had  to  shut  it  off  b 

finish." 

"You'd  still  be  a  good-sized  i 
said  ( ieordie. 

"Get  away  now,  Geordie.  That' 
to  speak  to  your  mum."  They  both 


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"I'll  get  myself  changed,"  said  Geordie. 
He  went  upstairs  to  his  room  and  put  on  old 
clothes.  That  was  another  good  feeling,  to 
be  wearing  patched  things  again.  It  was  like 
dressing  up  for  a  Saturday-night  social. 

When  he  came  down  Mum  had  tea  ready 
for  him.  He  could  hardly  wait  to  get  away 
up  to  the  gardens  to  find  Jean,  but  he  didn't 
want  to  be  hurting  Mum's  feelings,  so  he  took 
his  time  and  ate  a  bigger  tea  than  he  was 
hungry  for. 

Afterward  she  came  to  the  door  with  him. 
"I  hear  tell  Mrs.  Robertson's  leaving  the 
Bighouse.  Her  old  dad's  ailing." 

"Is  that  so?"  said  Geordie. 

"The  Laird  was  telling  me,"  said  Mum, 
looking  at  him  with  a  meaning  in  her  face  he 
didn't  understand  the  reason  for.  "The 
Laird's  needing  new  help  in  the  kitchen." 
Then  she  noticed  the  white  box.  "That's  like 
a  lady's  hatbox." 

"Yes,"  said  Geordie.  He  wished  he'd 
thought  of  hiding  it  in  the  bushes. 

"  Did  you  bring  me  a  hat  all  the  way  from 
America?  That's  a  kindness,  Geordie,  I  must 
say."  She  was  laughing  all  over  her  face,  a 
terrible  tease  was  Mum. 

Geordie  remembered  the  handbag  he'd 
bought  for  her,  so  he  ran  upstairs  to  get  it. 
It  was  a  big  leather  one,  useful  for  shopping. 

"  It's  a  fine  bag,"  she  said.  "But  here's  me 
needing  a  new  hat." 

Geordie  picked  up  the  round  box  by  its 
string  and  went  off  up  the  path  before  Mum 
could  say  any  more. 

"Thanks,  Geordie,"  she  called  after  him. 

It  wasn't  raining  yet,  but  it  was  a  heavy 
afternoon,  the  kind  of  day  when  midges 
would  be  a  pest  about  your  ears  and  neck, 
and  you  would  slap  slap  at  them  knowing 
it  would  do  no  good.  With  the  slow  day  and 
him  thicker  in  the  head  than  usual  on  ac- 
count of  getting  home  again,  Geordie  was 
halfway  to  the  garden  before  he  tumbled  to 
what  Mum  could  have  been  meaning  about 
new  help  being  needed  in  the  Bighouse.  She 
could  have  meant  that  she  was  the  one  the 
Laird  was  after  getting;  maybe  that  would 
explain  the  jokes  about  Jean's  hat  too. 
Maybe  Mum  and  the  Laird  were  thinking 
Geordie  might  be  getting  married. 

"Yoo-hoo,  George."  There  was  only  one 
person  that  could  be.  Geordie  stopped,  feel- 
ing vexed  that  he  should  be  caught  with  the 
hatbox  in  his  hand.  He  dropped  it  and  looked 
round. 

The  Laird  was  sitting  at  the  foot  of  a  tree. 
He  had  his  field  glasses  round  his  neck,  long 
legs  stretched  out  in  front.  You  quite  often 
came  on  him  like  that,  craning  his  neck  back 
to  see  some  bird  and  his  big  Adam's  apple 
sticking  out  in  his  throat.  Geordie  went  over. 

"Welcome,  George.  Wassail!  Glad  to  be 
back?" 

"I  am  that,"  said  Geordie.  "How're  you 
keeping,  sir?" 

"Pretty  well,  thank  you.  Just  watching  a 
great  spotted  woodpecker.  A  touch  of  lum- 
bago, nothing  to  speak  of." 

"It's  the  wet  earth  gives  you  that,"  said 
Geordie. 

"Sit  down  on  the  wet  earth,  George,  and 
tell  me  your  adventures.  But  first  tell  me 
how  it  feels  to  be  famous." 

"There's  no  difference  in  it,  not  after  the 
first  hum  in  your  head."  For  a  moment  Geor- 
die was  back  in  that  crowded  arena,  tilting 
and  sprawling  on  the  shoulders  of  the  crowd, 
hearing  the  strange  noise  of  people  cheering 
him. 

"Not  after  the  first  fine  careless  rapture," 
said  the  Laird,  smiling.  "Never  been  famous 
myself,  so  I  can't  speak.  Sounds  good  sense, 
though.  Now  tell  me  all  about  it." 

So  Geordie  sat  down  beside  the  Laird  and 
told  his  story,  making  it  brief.  When  he 
reached  the  actual  shot-putting,  the  Laird 
stopped  him. 

"I  heard  that  on  the  wireless,"  he  said. 

"Did  you,  sir?"  said  Geordie,  surprised 
that  the  Laird  would  find  time  in  among  all 
his  wee  jobs. 

"Yes.  Fellow  did  it  splendidly.  Curious 
language,  of  course.  Tell  me,  George" — the 
Laird  hesitated  for  words,  tugging  at  his  mus- 
tache like  he  was  a  bit  uneasy— "tell  me, 


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George.  What  about  this  Norwegian  girl, 
Helga  Something-or-other,  if  it's  not  a  rude 
question?" 

"Helga?  How  did  you  hear  that,  sir?"  A 
vague  cloud  of  discomfort  appeared  on  the 
horizon  of  Geordie's  mind.  If  the  Laird 
knew  

"Couldn't  help  hearing,  my  dear  fellow. 
That  announcer  chap  said  you  were  embrac- 
ing in  the  middle  of  the  ring.  Not  only  said 
it;  he  went  on  about  it." 

"It  wasn't  me  started  it,"  saia  Geordie, 
feeling  like  a  small  boy  again. "  It  was  Helga." 

"Didn't  you  do  a  bit  of  embracing  too? 
Fellow  certainly  gave  that  impression." 

"  I  s'pose  I  did,  sir,  in  a  manner  of  speak- 
ing, just  for  a  minute.  I  couldn't  help  my- 
self." 

"Wouldn't  have  mentioned  it,  George. 
Only  I  happened  to  meet  the  minister  a  few 
days  ago,  and  he  said  Jean  was  very  much 
upset."  The  Laird  coughed.  "Can't  blame 
her  really.  Public  embrace  and  all  that.  .  .  . 
Oh.  listen  to  that  hammerheaded  bird ! "  The 
woodpecker  drummed  like  a  small  machine 
gun,  on  and  off.  a  burst  of  noise  in  the  quiet- 
ness of  the  wood  with  no  breeze  stirring. 

Geordie  took  a  piece  of  twig  and  began  to 
carve  furrows  in  the  soggy  earth,  not  seeing 
the  marks  he  was  making.  All  his  bright  ex- 
pectations had  faded;  all  his  tall  castles  were 
in  ruins.  Jean  wasn't  a  girl  who'd  forgive  a 
thing  like  that;  Jean  wouldn't  believe  there 
were  times  when  a  chap  would  have  to  kiss 
in  self-defense.  She'd  never  understand  the 
fever  of  that  moment  far  away  in  America, 
that  moment  after  the  strength  which  was 
her  giving  had  flooded  out 
of  him,  and  the  people  run-  MHH 
ning  from  all  directions  and 
Helga  first  into  his  arms — 
soft,  delightful,  wicked 
Helga  who  meant  nothing 
to  him .  He  groaned  out  loud . 

"Don't  worry  too  much, 
George,"  said  the  Laird 
kindly.   "Just  thought  _______ 

you'd  better  be  warned." 

"I  had  that."  said  Geordie.  He  stared 
through  the  wood.  It  was  a  dank,  gloomy 
place,  and  the  wet  was  soaking  through  the 
seat  of  his  breeks.  "What  am  I  to  do,  sir?" 

"  Dunno,"  said  the  Laird.  "Long  time  since 
my  amatory  experience."  He  frowned,  giving 
the  problem  his  whole  attention,  or  as  much 
attention  as  he  was  ever  able  to  give  any  one 
problem  before  another  idea  crossed  his 
mind.  Finally  he  cleared  his  throat,  and  for 
once  he  spoke  without  it  being  like  a  tele- 
gram. "If  I  were  you,  George,"  he  said,  "I 
would  make  a  manly  apology  to  the  lady.  I 
would  say  you  just  kissed  the  first  thing  that 
came  to  hand  in  the  heat  of  the  moment  I 
would  say  it  was  a  thing  full  of  sound  and 
fury,  signifying  nothing.  In  short,  I  would 
say  it  wasn't  your  fault.  But  I  wouldn't  be 
too  lame  about  the  whole  affair.  After  all, 
accidents  are  sure  to  happen,  and  human 
frailty  knows  no  bounds.  Then  if  there  is  any 
further  hostility  I  should  buss  the  lady." 

"What's  'buss'?"  said  Geordie,  who  was 
paying  close  attention. 

Embrace  her.  Grasp  her  in  your  arms  and 
say  you  won't  have  any  more  nonsense." 

"Jean's  got  a  terrible  fierce  temper,"  said 
Geordie  doubtfully. 

"Yes,  I  know,"  said  the  Laird.  "That's 
why  you  need  a  bit  of  fire  yourself." 

Geordie  stood  up.  "Well,  thanks,  sir,"  he 
said.  "I'm  much  obliged."  He  still  wasn't 
sure  if  the  Laird  had  given  him  good  advice, 
but  he  was  so  depressed  and  worried  that 
any  solution  was  better  than  trying  to  make 
up  his  own  mind  what  to  do. 

The  Laird  walked  over  to  the  path  with 
him.  "If  you're  l(x>king  for  Jean,"  he  said, 
"I  saw  her  at  the  trout  hole  an  hour  ago. 
She  was  fishing  disconsolately.  I  say,  what's 
this?"  He  stood  with  his  legs  wide  apart, 
kxjking  down  at  the  hatbox. 

"That's  for  Jean,"  said  Geordie.  "I  got  it 
in  a  hat  shop  in  America." 

"You  did?"  said  the  Laird,  his  insatiable 
curiosity  aroused.  "Let's  have  a  kx)k." 

Geordie  undid  (he  siring,  removed  the  lid, 
laid  back  the  tissue  paper  and  took  out  the 
hat.  He'd  forgotten  what  a  lx-auty  of  a  hat 


Mtrci 


^  Our  word  "idiot"  comes 
^  from  the  Greek  name  for 
the  man  who  took  no  share  in 
public  matters — EDITH  HAMILTON: 
The  Great  Age  of  Greek  Literature, 
copyright  1942 
(W.  W.  Norton  &  Co). 


it  was-  green  straw,  red  feather,  whi 
and  the  roses  all  the  way  round. 

"Good  Gracious!"  said  the  Laird 

"  Isn't  that  a  braw  hat?  "  said  Geordi 
pride.  He  held  it  up  against  the  somber 
of  the  wood. 

"Braw!"  said  the  Laird.  His  fact 
twitching  with  admiration.  "  It's  stupe: 
That's  a  hat  to  tickle  any  woman's  fa#* 

"Jean  could  wear  it  to  the  kirk,' ^ 
Geordie. 

"Yes  indeed." 

Geordie  put  it  back  in  its  box  and  tn 
string  neatly.  "I  got  it  special,"  he1 
sadly,  for  the  hat  was  only  a  small  pai 
bright  sky  amid  heavy  clouds. 

"Well,  good  luck,  George,"  said  thelltf 
"I  hope  it  does  the  trick."  He  waS 
Geordie's  large,  light-footed  figure  fo» 
distance  the  path  ran  straight.  "A  Jj 
ghastly  hat,"  he  muttered  to  himself,  § 
you  never  know.  Love  is  blind.  Love  is  ■ 
indeed." 

Then  the  woodpecker  drummed 
nearby. 


Jean  was  still  there.  He  could  see  hi  it- 
ting  with  the  rod  in  her  hands  at  the  ft 
between  the  tumble  of  the  big  burn  ch 
gathered  water  from  five  miles  of  hill, 
pool  which  was  called  the  Trout  Hole,  'M 
place  below  the  fast  water  and  abov*, 
fast  water.  He  watched  her  back  for  a  m  I 
thinking  of  all  the  miles  he  had  gon  I 
come,  and  no  happiness  now  in  the  mt  1 
"Good-by,  Geordie,"  said  Helga  with  \  I 
quivering.  "You  will  forget  and  I  sh  I 

  member."  Sorry  for  1 1 

Sorry  for  himself.  \\  ^ 
time  to  get  her  in  his 
again. 

But  he  had  to  c 
how  to  start  with 
Would   he  preteru 
didn't  know  she  k 
Would  he  just  go  on 
«     nothing   had  happx 
No,  not  that ,  not  with 
He'd  never  manage  to  deceive  her.  I 
let  her  know  he  knew  there  was  troubl 


x 


let  her  be  the  first  to  speak  of  it.  The  I 
ardly  way?  Oh  yes,  cowardly. 

He  put  down  the  hatbox  in  the  I 
bracken  and  went  on  toward  Jean.l 
hadn't  moved,  slim  graceful  waist  tied  rl 
with  a  bright  hankie,  swell  of  her  hipso 
rock.  Geordie's  heart  leaped  at  the  sig 
her.  He  waited  till  he  was  close  in  beloi 
rushing  white  water. 

"Jean!"  he  called  quite  loud. 
She  jumped,  point  of  the  rod  flickin 
and  down,  and  turned.  There  wasn't  an 
pression  on  her  face,  no  welcome,  no  a 
but  it  was  going  pale.  The  fresh  color! 
draining  from  it. 

He  stood  beside  her  on  the  rock,  rei  I 
bering  a  jumble  of  things  which  hapi  I 
before— or  did  they  ever  happen?  Jea  I 
her  hand  down  flat.  It  looked  like  she  \  I 
get  up  and  changed  her  mind  and  didn  I 
"Can  I  sit  down?" 
"I  can't  stop  you." 
Geordie  sat  down.  The  line  hung  int  j 
dead  part  of  the  pool.  He  watched  it.  1  j 
wasn't  a  suspicion  of  a  crease  of  mcl 
water  on  the  line. 

"What's  the  bait?"  he  said  after  a  I 
time  with  the  midges  pestering  him. 

"Wasp  maggots."  She  nodded  to  th<j 
box  beside  her. 

He  looked  at  them.  They  were  at  thel 
stage,  white  still,  but  with  the  shape  oil 
wasp,  each  one  tucked  away  in  its  own  il 
in  the  spongy  comb. 
"Did  you  catch  any?" 
"Does  it  look  like  it?"  She  said  tl 
things,  but  there  wasn't  anger  in  her  V'i 
just  a  deadness  and  a  dislike. 

"D'you  remember  the  time  we  got  til 
the  one  afternoon?"  Perhaps  if  he  wenl 
speaking  she  might  come  round,  she  m 
thaw  out  in  the  end;  but  having  to  raist 
voice  above  I  he  splashing  water  made  it  i 
of  an  effort  each  tune,  made  what  he 
sound  hollow. 

Jean  grunted.  She  raised  the  rod 
swung  the  line  up  the  [xx>l.  The  ma 
sank,  twisted,  disappeared. 


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"So  you  won,"  she  said  flatly. 

"Aye,"  said  Geordie.  "I  managed  to  win." 
He  thought,  It  was  you  made  me  win.  But  he 
couldn't  say  it  then  when  she  was  sour  at 
him,  when  her  face  was  shut  off  so  he  might 
have  been  miles  away  and  nearer  than  he 
was.  "Come  away,  my  wee  Geordie."  He 
shifted  restlessly  on  the  hard  rock,  moved 
farther  from  her. 

"What's  the  next  championship  you'll  be 
after  winning?" 

"That's  the  last,"  he  said  loudly.  "I've 
done  with  all  that  nonsense." 

"Nonsense?"  she  said,  turning  to  look  at 
him  for  the  first  time,  not  able  to  hide  her 
surprise. 

"Aye,  nonsense,"  said  Geordie.  "Exer- 
cises, balanced  development,  throwing  a 
round  ball.  The  whole  thing's  . .  .  the  whole 
thing's  a  lot  o'  boloney.  What's  the  use  of 
being  strong?"  Now  he'd  said  the  thing  he'd 
been  thinking  for  a  long  time  underneath 
but  never  been  sure  of  till  the  day  in  Boston. 
Now  he'd  said  it,  and  in  a  way  getting  it  out 
was  a  load  off  his  mind,  even  in  the  middle 
of  his  troubles  with  Jean.  Only  he  wouldn't 
like  Henry  Samson  to  hear  him. 

"There's  uses  in  being  strong,"  she  said, 
frownmg. 

"That's  not  what  you  said  before,"  said 
Geordie,  coming  right  back  at  her.  First  she 
said  exercises  were  daft.  Then  when  you 
said  that  yourself,  she  changed  her  mind. 
Where  could  you  be  with  the  contrary 
creatures?  "Here,  let's  have  the  rod,"  he 
said,  taking  it  from  her  so  quick  she  couldn't 
argue. 

He  put  two  new  maggots  on  the  hook. 
There  was  a  place  he  knew  in  the  far  corner. 
The  pool  was  all  deep,  seven  or  eight  feet, 
but  in  that  corner  a  rock  jutted  out  a  foot 
below  the  surface,  and  often  a  trout  would 
lie  under  it,  getting  his  feed  in  a  hidden  place, 
nothing  showing  to  an  otter  or  a  man  except 
perhaps  a  slow  weaving  of  the  tail  for  a  mo- 
ment and  a  flick  and  back  under  cover. 

It  was  a  difficult  place  to  put  the  weighted 
bait.  You  had  to  swing  it  just  right  into  the 
fast  water  and  let  it  move  a  foot  and  a  half 
below  the  surface,  no  more,  no  less. 

Geordie  missed  the  first  time.  He  tried 
again.  This  one  looked  better.  It  was  in  the 
right  spot  below  the  white  foam.  The  maggot 
just  showed  in  the  water,  coming  now  to  the 
rock,  out  of  sight  beneath. 

The  line  jinked  sharply  on  the  surface,  and 
Geordie  struck.  "Got  him!"  he  said,  forget- 
ting everything  in  that  thrill,  keeping  a  sure 
touch  on  his  fish,  letting  the  reel  rasp  out  in  a 
short  run,  recovering  the  spare  at  once.  It 
was  a  good-sized  trout;  the  silvery  belly 
flickered  down  there  in  deep  water,  and  the 
line  slid  tautly  to  the  top  of  the  pool  and  cut 
its  furrow  back. 

Geordie  took  it  slowly,  keeping  a  hold 
on  the  fish,  letting  it  wear  itself  out.  It  was 
nearer  the  surface  now,  lunging  in  the  slow 
curve  of  a  tired  fish  well  hooked,  head  rising, 
coming  out  of  the  water,  mouth  gaping,  one 
more  convulsive  wriggle. 

Geordie  pushed  the  rod  back  into  Jean's 
hands,  lay  on  his  stomach  on  the  rock  and 
stretched  down  for  the  trout. 

"Three  quarters,"  he  said,  killing  it  with 
the  edge  of  his  hand.  The  trout  quivered  on 
the  flat  rock,  red  spots  shining,  life  not  yet 
faded.  "That's  the  way  to  get  them."  He 
smiled  at  Jean;  you  couldn't  quarrel  when 
you  were  catching  fish. 

"That's  the  way  to  get  them!"  She  mim- 
icked the  way  he  spoke,  and  then  said  bit- 
terly, "Always  showing  off,  always  doing  it 
better  than  other  folk,  always  perfection— 
that's  Geordie  MacTaggart." 

Geordie's  worries  came  back  to  him  with 
a  rush.  Now  he'd  made  it  worse,  showing  off 
to  her  how  to  take  a  trout  in  a  pool  she  knew 
well.  Jean  knew  about  that  rock,  too,  but 
she'd  been  fishing  to  pass  the  time,  making 
the  motions  of  it  and  not  caring. 

"Och,  Jean!"  he  said,  more  contrite  than 
ever. 

But  it  was  no  good  going  on  like  this,  get- 
ting the  sharp  edge  of  her  resentment.  This 
could  go  on  forever,  slide  into  a  hard  dull 
quarrel  that  couldn't  be  mended.  He  would 
have  to  bring  it  up  about  Helga. 


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Vi  cup  cocoa 

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3,4  cup  sifted  GOLD  MEDAL  Flour 

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7 a  cup  (34  cup  plus  2  tbsp.)  sugar 
2  tsp.  baking  powder 
"(2  tsp.  salt 
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Vi  cup  Wesson  Oil 
4  unbeaten  egg  yolks  (medium) 

The  cooled  cocoa  mixture 
V2  tsp.  vanilla 

1  e  tsp.  red  food  coloring,  if  desired 

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5TEP  2.  Measure  into  large  mixing  bowl 
Vl  cup  egg  whites  (4) 
Vi  tsp.  cream  of  tartar 

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"You  heard  it  on  the  wireless?"  said 
Geordie.  taking  the  plunge. 
"Aye." 

What  did  the  Laird  say?  Manly  apology  . . . 
kissed  the  first  thing  that  came  to  hand  .  .  . 
signifying  nothing. 

"I  couldn't  help  myself,  Jean.  It  was  just 
after  I'd  won.  Helga  took  a  jump  at  me,  and 
before  I  knew  it  she  was  kissing  me,  before  I 
knew  it  we  was  tied  up  there  in  public  and 
all  the  folk  running  from  round  about.  It  was 
just  like  getting  a  kiss  from  the  first  thing 
that  came  to  hand." 

"The  first  thing  to  hand  and  you  had  no 
hand  in  it ! "  cried  Jean,  shouting  loud  above 
the  endless  rush  of  water.  "Poor  Geordie 
getting  a  hug  from  his  grandma.  Is  that  the 
way  of  it?" 

Her  eyes  were  flashing  fire  now  and  her 
cheeks  were  flushed.  Well,  anything  was 
better  than  that  cold  shut-off  deadness,  and 
her  so  alive  and  hot-blooded. 

"Listen!  .  .  .  'She's  in  his  arms.  They're 
kissing.  It's  a  union  of  giants.  It's  beautiful 
to  see.  They're  still  embracing.  I  wish  you 
could  see  them ! ' "  Jean  did  a  passable  imita- 
tion of  the  excited  American  voice.  Then  she 
came  back  into  her  own.  "I  can  see  them 
right  enough.  I  can  see  you  after  what  you 
promised  and  Miss  Helga  What's-her-name 
cuddling  before  the  crowd." 

Geordie  groaned.  "It  was  only  before  the 
crowd,"  he  said.  "There  was  never  any 
private  places  in  it." 

"Only  before  the  crowd!  That's  just  it. 
That's  worse.  And  the  whole  of  the  glen  lis- 
tening on  the  wireless  having  a  good  laugh 
at  me.  It  isn't  you.  You're  the  great  Geordie 
getting  kisses,  and  daft  women  hungered 
for  you.  It's  me!"  Jean  stared  down  at  the 
water,  gripping  the  rock  so  her  knuckles 
showed  white. 

"I'm  sorry,  Jean,"  said  Geordie.  "It  was 
the  heat  of  the  minute  and  never  signified 
nothing.  You  wouldn't  be  pleased  if  I'd  been 
off  in  the  woods  and  bushes  with  Helga, 
would  you?" 

"I'm  not  caring,"  said  Jean. 

"I  was  thinkin'  of  you  when  I  kissed  her." 
It  was  true;  he  had  been. 

Jean  sprang  up  and  stamped  her  foot. 
"That's  the  last  straw.  That's  the  finish. 
And  let  me  tell  you,  Geordie  MacTaggart,  I 
was  not  thinking  of  you  when  I  was  out  with 
Tom  Gillespie  last  week  and  didn't  get  home 
till  two  in  the  morning." 

"Tom  Gillespie!"  said  Geordie  slowly, 
and  the  anger  rose  slowly  in  him,  in  the  roots 
of  his  hair,  and  he  got  slowly  to  his  feet. 
"Tom  Gillespie!" 


That  was  the  chap  worked  in  the 
the  one  who'd  been  hanging  about  Je%  , 
long  time.  That  was  a  man  Geordie^'! 
like  anyway—  thought  he  was  clever, L  I 
ing  with  his  toes  off  the  pavement  011%.  1 
day  night  saying,  "Here  comes  the 
dale  Stallion,"  so  Geordie  could  hear ?!  w 
not  be  sure. 

"What  was  you  doing  with  Tom  b 
pie?"  he  said,  glaring  at  her.  The  angL, 
red  in  him,  and  cold,  too,  and  shiverj  I 
ping  him  all  over.  Why  shouldn't  AM 
the  unreasoning,  unaccustomed  rageh 
that  out  of  his  mind.  Too  much  he'd  fa 
from  Jean  Donaldson ! 


He  towered  over  Jean  beside  the  po>bir 
she  was  not  afraid.  She  stared  him  aci 
hotly  in  the  eyes.  "Why  wouldn't  I  gift 
Tom  Gillespie?  Why  wouldn't  I  get  all 
Buss  her!  he  thought  blindly.  That'll 
the  Laird  said.  He'd  give  her  a  bussing  j 
smack  she'd  remember  on  her  soft  tx  m 
He'd  pay  her  back  for  saying  he  hadn'  § 
true. 

Love,  anger,  jealousy,  even  a  momi  0 
hate  were  all  mixed  up  in  Geordie's  set  ^ 
mind.  He  lunged  for  Jean,  gripped  hert 
shoulders,  bent  down  to  kiss  her  fiercel 
she  fought  like  a  wildcat,  turning  her 
this  way  and  that,  teeth  bared  to  get 
wrists.  She's  strong,  he  thought,  watchi 
contorted,  fiery,  passionate,  beautifu 
seeing  it  for  a  bright  second  in  his  own 
forcing  her  close  to  him  now.  But  she  t 
to  right  and  left,  back  to  right  again,  f  a 
the  edge  of  the  rock,  a  warm,  worn  ul 
hateful  lassie  in  his  arms. 

He  got  his  lips  against  her  cheek,  an  a 
he  couldn't  see  and  slipped  and  it  w.  r 
late.  They  were  still  struggling  as  th  i 
the  water,  and  the  cold  of  the  hill  r 
smacked  him  painfully  on  the  head,  t 
came  apart  gasping.  Geordie's  own  ill 
died  at  once,  but  not  Jean's.  She  attie 
him  in  the  water,  tugging  at  his  hair  1 
wet  fury.  But  it  was  too  difficult  to  keu 
a  fight  in  deep  water,  and  Jean  hardly  )1 
to  swim — he  knew  that.  In  a  minute  sh<  3 
clutching  at  him  for  safety. 

Geordie  held  her  head  up  and  kicke'e 
the  side.  It  was  a  hard  place  to  get  out  of 
remembered  that  from  once  when  he'd  il 
in  as  a  boy.  The  rocks  dropped  two  feet  t 
into  the  water. 

"Hang  on,  Jeannie,"  he  gasped,  pu 
her  hand  to  a  small  crevice.  Then  he  fov 
handhold  for  himself,  and  another,  ini 
himself  up  the  rock  with  his  great  strei 
getting  both  hands  on  top,  drawing  his  jl, 
over  the  edge  in  a  long  heave. 


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He  knelt  and  looked  down  at  her.  She  was 
still  spluttering,  black  hair  in  her  eyes  and 
floating  out  behind.  She  looked  very-  much 
bedraggled,  but  her  face  was  wet  and  bare 
and  bonny. 

"Are  you  sorry,  my  wee  Jean?"  he  said, 
all  the  resentment  and  rage  wiped  out  of  him, 
laughing  at  the  fine  pickle  they'd  got  them- 
selves into. 

"No,  I'm  not,"  she  panted. 

"I'll  leave  you,  then,"  said  Geordie.  Now 
at  last  he  had  her  where  he  wanted  to  have 
her.  "I'll  leave  you  till  the  trout  nibble  at 
your  bones.  I'll  leave  you  till  the  big  spate 
comes  and  slides  you  higgle-piggle  to  the 
river  and  away  out  floating.  Are  you  sorry  ?  " 

"No,"  said  Jean,  but  there  was  just  a 
glimmer  of  a  smile  on  her  face  with  teeth 
chattering. 

He  bent  far  down  for  her  wrists  and  lifted 
her  right  out  in  one  movement,  and  she  was 
in  his  arms  now,  both  of  them  cold  and  wet, 
and  no  more  thought  of  anger.  They  kissed 
each  other  till  the  heat  of  their  two  bodies 
joined  through  wet  clothes,  and  there  was  a 
living  warmth  between  them  but  backs  still 
cold,  so  a  reason  to  cling  more  tightly,  feeling 
the  sharp  sweetness  of  love  after  anger,  of 
meeting  after  absence. 

"I  never  let  Tom  Gillespie  kiss  me,"  Jean 
murmured. 

Geordie  said  nothing,  wise  in  his  genera- 
tion, wise  in  the  wisdom  of  that  daft  old 
Laird.  Buss  her  and  no  more  nonsense.  Nomore 
explaining  from  him. 

"We'll  need  to  get  changed,  Geordie, 
Geordie  darling,"  said  Jean  into  his  ear. 
She'd  never  called  him  that  before.  Such  a 
word  as  "darling"  would  not  come  easily  to 
them.  She  drew  back  from  him,  but  not  turn- 
ing away,  not  shy  to  have  him  watch  the  wet 
dress  lie  close  to  the  lines  of  her  body,  not 
shy  to  be  there  for  him  to  see.  "Am  I  better 
than  Helga?" 

Geordie  laughed  out  loud.  He  felt  he  could 
laugh  forever.  And  well  he  might,  for  that  is 
the  magic  moment  in  a  man's  life.  It  comes 
but  once,  although  you  might  imagine  you 
discovered  it  again. 

He  took  her  to  him.  "Aye,  you're  better'n 
Helga — better  this  way  and  that  way.  better 
every  way.  Stronger  and  fiercer  and  less 
muscles  on  you,  and  you're  the  one  I'm  lov- 
ing." Just  the  shadow  of  Helga,  the  faint  dis- 
comfort of  taking  from  a  woman  what  you 
could  not  give;  the  thing  that  never  does 
quite  leave  you,  but  you  pay  no  heed  to  it. 

"I've  a  hat  for  vou,  Jean." 

"A  hat?" 

"Aye.  I  looked  at  every  hat  in  the  window 
in  Boston  and  chose  it  special.  You  could 
wear  it  to  kirk.  You  could  wear  it  on  the 
marriage  day." 

"Oh,  Geordie!  Let's  see." 

He  picked  up  the  rod,  fixed  the  bare  hook 
into  the  handle,  took  the  trout  by  the  gills, 
and  walked  with  Jean  to  the  bracken  where 
the  hatbox  lay.  It  was  a  queer  place  to  leave  a 
hat  from  Boston.  That  was  a  feeling  Geordie 
had.  The  clouds  were  still  lower  now,  and  it 
had  begun  to  drizzle,  but  they  were  too  happy 
and  wet  already  and  shivering  for  that  to 
make  a  difference. 

Jean  knelt  to  undo  the  string,  fumbling  in 
her  eagerness.  "Oh!"  she  said,  holding  the 
hat  up  in  the  rain.  "Oh!"  Then  she  burst 
into  tears.  Well,  of  all  the  things  for  Jean  to 
do  just  then,  just  when  she  had  the  hat  in  her 
hand  at  last! 

"Don't  you  think  that's  a  braw  hat?  "  said 
Geordie.  A  terrible  thought  had  struck  him. 

"My  wee  Geordie,"  she  sobbed,  coming  to 
him ;  so  with  hat  and  trout  and  rod  there  was 
just  the  one  hand  to  spare  between  the  two 
of  them.  "And  you  bringing  it  all  the  way 
from  America.  It's  the  .  .  .  it's  the  bonniest 
hat  I  ever  saw." 

"Put  it  on,"  he  said. 

Jean  flung  back  her  wet  hair  and  put  the 
braw  hat  on  her  head. 

The  drizzle  thickened,  making  a  tiny 
shaking  patter  on  the  leaves.  The  mist  was 
cold  and  close  about  them  as  they  went 
home.  But  Geordie  and  Jean  could  see  the 
rolling  of  the  hill.  They  knew  the  moods 
which  gave  it  life.  They  saw  the  sweep  of  it 
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THE  SACRIFICE 

( Continued  from  Page  36) 


Ibluetit  fluttered  up,  its  brittle  legs 
toward  him.  It  snatched  at  the  nut, 
I,  sped  to  the  place  where  it  had 
I  nagged  at  it  with  sharp,  sideways 
|;  beak.  When  it  had  finished,  it  flew 
le  rector  and  perched  on  his  wrist, 
bortant-looking  robin  settled  on 
|e's  hat,  and  stayed  there  unafraid, 
pw,  deliberate  gestures  she  passed 
lents  of  bread  and  nut. 
p's  movements  were  too  sharp  and 
i  quick.  She  squatted  on  her  heels, 
lier  arm,  clutching  her  piece  of  nut 
pgers,  as  though  about  to  toss  a 
!  away  went  the  birds,  never  wait- 
aver  if  she  was  friend  or  foe. 
Ihe  food  was  finished,  the  rector 
llowly,  looking  lovingly  at  the  birds 
Im,  reluctant  to  leave  them.  Mrs. 
red  the  robin  from  her  hat  to  her 
fly  away,  fly  away,"  she  cried,  giv- 
id  a  shake  which  sent  the  bird 
I  back  into  the  clump  of  trees, 
ptor  bent  and  brushed  the  crumbs 
assock.  "A  pity  about  Samuel,"  he 
voice  was  deep  and  kind, 
ys  he  doesn't  like  the  birds  because 
It  like  him,"  she  said. 
l;oo  impatient.  That's  his  trouble." 
Iiad  come  to  the  house,  and  stood 
p  the  flagged  terrace,  enjoying  the 

lie  children  coming  to  church?"  he 

line  says  she's  coming.  I  don't  know 
lunuel."  She  called  to  Rosanne, 
h  get  ready,  dar- 


>u  re  coming. 
1  his  hands  in  the 
if  his  shorts,  was 
g  up  the  lawn, 
t  the  grass, 
el,"  she  called. 
?" 

ook  his  head, 
something,"  he 

a  suggestion  of  ■■■■■■■■ 
in  his  voice, 
ade  glanced  at  her  husband,  mys- 
hat's  come  over  him?"  she  asked, 
ctor  put  a  hand  on  her  arm.  "  'When 
a  man  I  put  away  childish  things,'" 
ith  a  smile.  "Was  there  never  a  day 
:hildhood  when  you  felt  older  and 
wiser  than  your  parents?" 

tting  room  was  a  place  of  lamplight 
ght.  The  rector  had  returned  to  the 
or  evening  service.  The  lurcher, 
lay  on  his  side  in  the  warmth.  The 
,  Rab,  lay  curled,  nose  to  tail,  be- 
amish's  outstretched  fofe  and  hind 

t  shall  we  play  ?  "  Rosanne  sat  at  her 
j  feet  on  a  shabby  brown  pouf,  her 
Dped  in  her  hands,  her  bright  eyes 

ing  her  brother.  "Happy  families? 
my  neighbor?" 

1  frowned,  wriggled  his  shoulders, 
ading,"  he  said. 

ine  clasped  her  hands  in  her  lap  and 
or  ward.  "Old  maid?"  Her  eyes  be- 
lim. 

oked  up  irritably . ' ' Mother,  must  I?" 
ine,  hurt,  cried,  "Sambo!" 
Wade  said,  "Let  him  finish  his  story, 
We  can  play  beggar  my  neighbor, 
naps  he  will  join  in  later." 
inly  he  slapped  his  book  shut.  The 
s  lifted  their  heads  and  looked  at  him 
nful  reproach.  "All  right,"  he  said, 
ly  if  you  want  me  to." 

Vade  took  up  the  cards  in  her  wide, 
[  hands  and  dealt  three  spreading 
/hen  the  game  was  done  she  rose  and 
out  the  lamps,  and  the  three  of  them 
he  firelight. 

of  the  dimness  Samuel's  voice  asked 
y,  "When  do  we  get  our  pocket 

)t  mine,"  Rosanne  said.  "You  have  to 
idy  for  it  on  Saturdays  or  he  forgets." 
lat  do  you  need?"  his  mother  asked. 


^  Religion  is  like  ihe  fash- 
"  ion.  One  man  wears  his 
doublet  slashed,  another  laced, 
another  plain;  but  every  man 
has  a  doublet.  So  every  man 
has  his  religion.  We  differ 
about  trimming.  — JOHN  SELDEN. 


"It's  a  shilling  a  week  now.  It  doesn't 
matter.  I  can  use  my  boat  money." 

Rosanne  interrupted  excitedly.  "Sambo! 
A  shilling?  I  only  get  sixpence." 

" I  go  to  school,"  he  said.  "Besides,  you're 
a  girl." 

"Stuff  and  snuff,"  she  said  crossly.  "I'll 
ask  daddy." 

Mrs.  Wade  said,  "But,  darling,  why  break 
into  your  boat  money?  You  can  get  your 
pocket  money  tomorrow.  I  just  thought  you 
might  want  something  I  could  give  you.  How 
can  you  buy  a  boat  if  you  don't  save  every 
penny?" 

Samuel  looked  uncomfortable.  When  he 
spoke  his  voice  trembled  with  excitement. 
"Pins,  needles,  thread,"  he  burst  out.  "Glue, 
elastic,  gummed  labels." 

"  I  can  let  you  have  most  of  those.  No  need 
to  buy  such  things,"  she  answered  calmly. 

"No,"  he  said.  "No,  no.  I  must  buy  them. 
I'd  rather." 

Mrs.  Wade  got  up  and  left  the  room.  They 
could  hear  her  slow  steps  mounting  the  stairs. 

"Whatever  are  you  making,  Sambo?" 
Rosanne  asked.  "Whatever  in  the  world  do 
you  want  all  those  things  for?  Needles,  pins, 
thread.  Those  are  girls'  things." 

"What  I'm  making  isn't  a  girl's  thing,"  he 
said. 

"Can't  I  see?" 

"No." 

"Never?  Aren't  I  ever  going  to  know?" 

He  shook  his  head  fiercely.  "You'll  never 
know — never,"  he  told  his  sister. 

  "Why?" 

■■■■■ 

Mrs.    Wade  returned, 
carrying  a  straw  work- 
basket  embroidered  with 
pink  and  green  raffia  flow- 
ers. She  set  it  on  the  card 
table  and  took  off  the  lid. 
She  took  out  pins,  needles, 
a  spool  of  black  thread,  a 
■■■■■■Hi       spool  of  white  thread,  and 
laid  them  on  the  table. 
"What  else,  Samuel?"  she  asked. 
He  looked  at  the  things  on  the  table,  care- 
ful not  to  meet  her  eye.  "Glue,  elastic, 
gummed  labels,"  he  muttered.  "Scissors." 

His  mother  dipped  again  into  the  basket. 
"Here's  elastic,"  she  said,  "and  scissors.  I 
don't  know  about  glue.  The  labels  have  my 
name  printed  on  them.  Does  that  matter?" 
He  shook  his  head,  still  not  looking  at  her. 
She  went  to  the  writing  desk,  and  peered 
into  the  pigeonholes.  "Ah-ha,"  she  said. 
"Gummed  labels.  Heaps  of  them.  But  glue?" 
She  opened  the  top  drawer,  the  middle 
drawer,  the  bottom  drawer.  "No.  None,  I'm 
afraid."  She  put  the  labels  on  the  table  be- 
side the  thread,  the  elastic  and  the  scissors. 
"Take  all  you  need,"  she  told  him. 

Samuel  stood,  his  hands  in  his  pockets, 
looking  at  the  things  on  the  table.  "How 
much  is  glue?"  he  asked. 

"Oh,  twopence  or  threepence,"  she  said. 
She  gave  his  shoulder  an  affectionate  pat. 
"Don't  you  worry  about  that." 

Rosanne  asked,  "What  does  he  want  all 
those  funny  things  for,  mother?" 

"  It's  his  secret.  Why  don't  you  ask  him? " 
"He  won't  tell  me."  She  glared  at  her 
brother. 

"Then  I  don't  know  what  to  suggest."  She 
smiled  at  Rosanne  with  her  kind  brown  eyes. 
"I  do  know  one  thing,  though." 

Samuel's  eyelids  fluttered. 

"What?"  asked  Rosanne  eagerly.  "Tell 
me." 

"  It's  long  past  your  bedtime." 

After  Rosanne  and  Samuel  were  tucked  in 
bed  and  she  had  said  good  night  to  them 
both,  Mrs.  Wade  went  back  to  the  sitting 
room  to  read  the  Sunday  paper.  Her  work- 
basket  was  still  on  the  card  table,  and  beside 
it  were  the  packet  of  needles,  the  pins,  black 
thread,  white  thread.  She  tidied  them  away, 
thinking  with  surprise  that  Samuel  hadn't 
taken  any  of  the  things  he  had  asked  for. 
Then  she  noticed  that  the  rubber  band  she 


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hank  of  elastic  to  keep  it  tidy  had  been  put 
round  only  once. 

Elastic,  she  thought,  puzzled.  What  could 
he  want  with  that?  She  took  up  the  newspaper 
and  sat  down.  It  was  not  easy  to  concentrate, 
because  thoughts  nagged  at  her  like  peevish 
voices.  Why  did  he  ask  for  all  those  things?  To 
put  you  off  the  track,  wasn't  it?  Obviously  he 
didn't  want  you  to  know  he  wanted  elastic.  Did 
he? 

"Please  turn  to  page  two,  column  four," 
she  said  aloud,  trying  to  ignore  her  thoughts. 

Why,  why,  why?  Tick,  tick,  tick,  like  the 
beat  of  a  metronome.  Why  does  he  want  elas- 
tic, elastic,  elastic?  The  word  went  on  ticking 
with  tiresome  insistence,  until  the  answer 
smote  her. 

She  heard  the  front  door  open,  and  her  hus- 
band's step  in  the  hall.  She  jumped  up  and 
hurried  out  to  welcome  him.  She  took  both 
his  hands  and  kissed  his  cheek. 

"My  dear,"  she  said.  "My  dear.  Your 
hands  are  so  cold.  Come  in  here  where  it's 
warm." 

"Still  worrying?"  He  looked  at  her  with 
concern. 

She  shook  her  head.  "I  thought  we  could 
have  supper  in  here  on  trays,"  she  said. "  It's 
so  nice  by  the  fire."  After  they  had  eaten,  she 
surprised  herself  by  saying,  suddenly,  "I  am 
worried,  dear.  I've  found  out  what  Samuel's 
making." 

The  rector  closed  his  book,  and  drew  his 
chair  nearer  the  fire.  "Tell  me." 
"It  will  give  you  pain,"  she  said. 
"I'd  rather  know." 

Watching  to  see  how  her  words  would  affect 
him,  she  said,  "He's  making  a  catapult." 

He  sat  with  his  hands  folded  in  his  lap.  A 
log  settled  down  among  the  ashes,  flinging 
up  a  scatter  of  sparks. 

"  How  can  we  stop  him?  "  she  asked.  "  You 
must  help  me  to  think  of  a  way." 

Before  he  answered  he  drew  a  quick  breath, 
and  she  knew  he  was  about  to  disagree.  "I 
don't  see  how  we  can  blame  Samuel  for  want- 
ing a  catapult,"  he  said.  "Even  if  we  were  to 
take  it  away,  he  would  still  want  it.  Aren't 
we  making  a  mistake  if  we  expect  him  to 
grow  up  with  the  same  needs  and  loves  we 
had,  and  have?" 

"  But  how  can  you  say  it's  a  mistake  to  be 
sorry  that  he  should  want  to  harm  the  birds, 
simply  because  if  he  loved  them  he  would 
take  after  us?"  she  asked  vehemently. 

"  I  don't  say  that,"  he  said  gently. "  I  think 
it's  natural  to  be  sorry.  But  I  don't  think  it's 
fair  to  Samuel  to  try  to  change  an  idea  which 
is  not  in  itself  wrong  or  harmful,  any  more 
than  I  would  think  it  fair  to  imagine,  if  the 
children  did  not  grow  up  with  our  ideals,  it 
meant  that  they  had  none  of  their  own." 

She  did  not  answer.  He  rose  and  stood  with 
his  back  to  the  fire,  his  hands  clasped  behind 
him. 

"  I  know  we  both  hope  that  he  will  one  day 
go  into  the  Church,  for  example.  But  he 
might  grow  up  instead  with  an  interest  in 
statistics,  shipping  or  soap,  make  a  fortune, 
and  . .  .  endow  a  home  for  sick  children." 

"Yes,  but  I  still  can't  see  how  good  can 
possibly  come  of  his  wanting  to  harm  the 
birds,"  she  answered. 

"He  probably  doesn't — consciously.  All  he 
knows  is  that  he  wants  a  catapult.  I  honestly 
doubt  if  he's  stopped  to  think  about  its  pos- 
sible effect.  In  any  case,  the  chance  of  his 
actually  hitting  a  bird  seems  fairly  remote." 

"  Remote?  When  all  the  birds  are  so  trust- 
ing that  you  can  walk  right  up  to  them  with- 
out scaring  them?" 

"I  think  we  must  be  consistent,"  he  said. 
"Up  till  now  we  have  always  tried  to  show 
our  faith  in  the  children  by  encouraging  them 
to  think  for  themselves,  make  their  own  de- 
cisions, with  as  little  interference  as  jx>s- 
sible — within  the  bounds  of  certain  unbreak- 
able rules.  They  have  repaid  us  with  their 
confidence." 

She  sighed.  "Yet,  in  this  case,  even  though 
we  haven't  interfered,  Samuel  doesn't  seem 
particularly  happy  with  his  catapult,  and  his 

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jpp  and  by  some  unexpected  twist  it  has 
ie  i:  erse  effect.  But  if  anybody  were  to 
11  vi  how  it  would  be — you  wouldn't  be- 
i*ve|iem.  If  you  discover  for  yourself  you 
avejorget." 

Ai  inch  next  day  Rosanne,  glancing  mis- 
■Wisly  from  her  mother  to  her  father, 
HBd  solemnly,  "  I  found  what  Sambo's 
iak  [■  A  stick  with  two  legs  and  a  piece  of 
aslJ  Daddy,  what  " 

"Isanne,  you  little   "  Samuel  half 

ise,  elding  tightly  to  the  edge  of  the  table, 
s  ejs  on  his  father. 

"fistic — not  elaskit.  It  sounds  to  me  like 
catHilt,"  the  rector  said  quietly.  "But  if 
nil  wanted  to  keep  it  a  secret,  was  it 
Bp  you  to  tell,  Rosanne?" 
Sr1  turned  her  head  from  side  to  side, 
Bitfg-  Samuel,  breathing  deeply,  sat  down 
wand  looked  thankfully  at  his  father, 
■fently  the  two 
Hn  went  out-of- 
fito  play.  They 
Hkvented  a  new 
Hand  the  garden 
■lay  with  their 
Her.  They  gave 
Hh  a  large  stick, 
II  he  held  in  his 
Ike  a  balancer's 
■Both  the  Chil- 
ian, as  if  in  ter- 
llamish  in  un- 
■  pursuit,  stab- 
It  their  legs  with 
B  ds  of  the  stick. 
Bittle  dog,  Rab, 
li  after  them, 
ling  at  their  an- 
Ind  elbows.  The 
glace  where  they 
lafe  was  in  the 
Kierhouse,  be- 
Ifthe  stick,  which 
Ish  refused  to 
)j  was  too  long  to 
lough  the  door- 


affectionately  from  one  battered  piece  to  an- 
other. "Just  try  not  to  bounce  on  the  sofa 
too  violently.  There  are  still  a  couple  of 
springs  that  work." 

All  morning  the  survivors  clambered  among 
the  wreckage.  Occasional  thuds,  followed  by 
shrieks  of  laughter,  told  Mrs.  Wade  that  one 
or  other  of  the  shipwrecked  mariners  had 
fallen  into  the  ocean. 

She  had  to  go  to  the  village  for  groceries. 
When  she  got  back  she  put  her  head  round 
the  sitting-room  door.  "How  is  it?" 

"Fun,"  said  Rosanne,  delighted. 

"Not  nearly  as  dangerous  as  doggery," 
said  Samuel.  "But,  mother,  I'm  awfully 
sorry.  I'm  afraid  something  got  bust.  We 
couldn't  help  it." 

"What  is  it?"  she  asked. 

"Well ...  I  had  to  hold  on  to  the  mantel- 
piece," he  said,  "and  my  hand  slipped,  and 
somehow  the  handle 


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By  Lola  Ingres  Russo 

The  salesman  rings  with  the  gentlest 
of  tings, 
So  timid  it's  almost  quivery, 
Though  most  his  age  arouse  your 
rage 

With  a  jangle  like  special  delivery. 

You  go  to  the  door,  and  almost 
before 

You're  there,  he's  unlatching  the 
gate. 

Your  assumption  is  fair  that  he  hoped 
you  weren't  there, 
This  low-pressure  salesman  aged 
eight. 


ft  rector,  at  work 
ptudy,  smiled  as 
lltened  to  their 
Id  shouts  and 
Iter.  Mrs.  Wade, 
lin  the  kitchen, 
1  them,  too,  and 
(heart  felt  less 
Ik  Perhaps,  she 
Iht,  in  the  excile- 
Kof  the  new  game 
Ml  forget  about  the 
t  ull. 

love  the  sound  of 
ihildren's  laugh- 
lid  the  rising  and 
lig  murmur  of 
isong,  a  thrush  < 
ided  together  the  crystal  notes  of  his 
I  with  echoing  sweetness.  Mrs.  Wade 
jd  her  elbows  on  the  sill  and  listened. 
\\  the  clear  notes  had  trembled  to  silence, 
leaned  out  the  window  and  called  the 
tren  in  to  their  tea. 

f  two  long  days  it  rained.  "I  don't  see 
(we  can  play  doggery  in  this,"  said  Sam- 
booking  with  disgust  at  the  streaming 
owpanes. 

|)oggery.  That's  a  wonderful  name.  Can't 
iwear  raincoats  and  gum  boots?"  his 
ler  asked. 

fes,  but  you  can't  run  properly  in  gum 
B,"  he  objected.  "For  that  game  you 
to  run  fast.  Mother,  I've  thought  of 
:thing  to  play.  But  it'll  mean  moving  the 
ture.  We  could  play  shipwrecks.  We 
it  in  the  gym  at  school." 
low?"  asked  Rosanne. 
Veil,  the  floor  is  the  sea,  and  the  furni- 
is  bits  of  wrecked  ship.  You  have  to  get 
Hind  the  room,  from  one  bit  of  wrecked 
to  another,  without  falling  into  the  sea. 
frightfully  dangerous.  Mother,  can  we 

rs.  Wade  laughed.  "Yes,  I  should  think 
might,"  she  said.  "  Be  as  kind  to  the  poor 
iture  as  you  can.  Not  that  anything 
I  hurt  it  any  more."  she  added,  looking 


"You  wooden  buy  a  ticket?  .  .  . 

My  " 

And  although  you  never  use  them, 
You  would  and  you  do,  not  one,  but 
two, 

And  you  let  the  salesman  choose 
them. 

And  he  munches  his  cookies  and 

fruit  with  a  vim, 
As  you  wish  there  were  hundreds 
more  salesmen  like  him. 


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of  the  blue  Toby  jug 
got  broken.  Honestly, 
mother,  I  hardly 
touched  it." 

"Oh,  dear!"she  ex- 
claimed. "My  poor 
old  Toby.  Well,  per- 
haps I  can  mend  it. 
Let  me  have  a  look." 

"I  don't  see  how 
you  possibly  can, 
mother.  I'm  afraid  it's 
absolutely  bust."  He 
had  taken  off  his  shoes 
for  the  game,  and 
hopped  from  one 
stockinged  foot  to  the 
other,  watching  anx- 
iously while  she 
tinkered  with  the 
broken  fragments. 

She  sat  down  on  the 
sofa  with  the  jug  and 
the  broken  pieces  of 
the  handle  in  her  lap. 
She  took  a  tube  of 
glue  from  her  pocket- 
book  and  went  to 
work.  Samuelhovered 
beside  her,  watching 
every  movement  of 
her  hands. 

"Is  it  valuable?" 
he  asked. 

"It's  quite  old," 
she  said.  "And  really 
rather  hideous.  But 
I'm  attached  to  it  be- 
cause it  belonged  to 
my  father.  Be  a  dar- 
ling and  bring  me  the 
ball  of  thin  white 
string.  It's  in  the  bot- 
tom drawer  of  the 
desk,  I  think." 
He  brought  it  to  her.  "  What  are  you  going 
to  do?  You're  not  going  to  mend  it  with 
string,  are  you?" 

"You'll  see,"  she  said.  With  patient  care 
she  bound  the  string  round  the  mended 
pieces  of  the  handle.  "We'll  leave  it  like  that 
until  tomorrow,"  she  said.  "Tomorrow  we 
will  take  the  string  off.  Let's  hope  it  will  hold. 
Oh — here."  She  held  out  the  tube  of  glue. 
"You  said  you  wanted  this.  I  really  got  it  for 
you." 

He  turned  away  to  hide  the  quick  color 
that  leaped  to  his  cheeks. 

"I  managed,"  he  said.  He  knelt  down  and 
peered  under  the  sofa.  "Shoes,"  he  muttered. 
"Shoes,  shoes." 

His  mother  noticed  that  the  backs  of  his 
ears  were  a  delicate  scarlet. 

Before  Mrs.  Wade  opened  her  eyes  next 
morning,  she  could  tell  from  the  light  on  her 
lids,  and  from  a  different  note  in  the  voices 
of  the  birds,  that  the  day  was  clear  and 
sunny.  There  was  a  fumbling  tap  on  the  bed- 
room door,  and  Samuel  came  in  in  blue-and- 
white-striped  pajamas.  She  beckoned  him 
over  to  her  bed,  signing  to  him  to  be  quiet, 
pointing  to  the  other  bed  in  which  his  father 
was  still  asleep,  lying  very  still  with  his  back 
to  them,  his  head  pillowed  in  the  crook  of  his 
right  arm. 


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Stir  until  smooth, 
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Measure 

(level  measure- 
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Make  a  well  and 
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Va  cup  cocoa 


%  cup  sifted  GOLD 
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4  unbeaten  egg  yolks 
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the  cooled  cocoa  mix- 
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Vi  tsp.  vanilla 

1  /8  tsp.  red  food  color- 
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Beat  with  spoon  until  smooth. 


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Measure  into 
large  mixing 
bowl 


I  Vi  cup 
<  whil 
j  Vi  tsp. 


ip  egg  whites  (4 
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cream  of  tartar 


Whip  until  whites  form  very  stiff  peaks. 
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spatula.  Turn  pan  over  and  hit  edge 
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"What  is  it?"  she  whispered. 

He  sat  on  the  edge  of  her  bed.  His  close- 
cropped  hair  looked  soft,  like  the  fur  of  a 
mouse.  She  understood  from  a  long  whis- 
pered explanation  that  he  wanted  to  go 
down  to  the  sitting  room  and  get  the  blue 
Toby  jug  and  bring  it  to  her,  so  that  they 
could  see  if  the  handle  was  mended. 

"I  think  we  must  wait  until  about  noon," 
she  whispered  back.  "  It  takes  about  twenty- 
four  hours  for  the  glue  to  set." 

He  looked  disappointed,  but  nodded  and 
crept  out  of  the  room. 

After  breakfast  the  children,  delighted  that 
the  day  was  fine,  went  out  to  the  garden, 
whistling  to  the  dogs.  At  twelve  o'clock  Mrs. 
Wade  called  Samuel,  and  they  went  to  the 
sitting  room.  He  brought  the  Toby  jug  to 
her,  holding  it  gingerly  in  both  hands,  and 
sat  down  beside  her,  watching  eagerly  as  she 
unwound  the  string  with  the  same  patient 
care  she  had  used  in  binding  the  broken 
handle.  Samuel  watched  her,  his  tongue  be- 
tween his  teeth.  By  the  time  the  string  was 
unwound  he  was  scarcely  breathing.  Mrs. 
Wade  set  the  jug  back  on  the  mantelpiece, 
and  felt  the  handle. 

"It's  going  to  be  all  right,"  she  said. 

He  ran  to  her,  and  flung  his  arms  round  her. 
"Mother,"  he  said,  "I  never  thought  you 
could  mend  it." 

Surprised  at  his  outburst — the  first  show 
of  affection  since  his  return  from  school — 
she  hugged  him,  and  asked,  "Well,  Sam! 
Were  you  fond  of  the  old  Toby  jug  too?" 

He  kept  his  arms  round  her  waist,  and 
spoke  indistinctly,  his  face  buried  in  her 
dress.  "No.  But  when  I  said  about  the  handle 
being  broken,  your  voice  went  .  .  .  gray." 

In  the  late  afternoon  Mrs.  Wade  went  with 
her  husband  to  the  foot  of  the  garden  to  feed 
the  birds.  The  evening  was  so  soft,  so  fine 
that  when  the  food  was  finished,  and  the  birds 
had  flown  back  to  the  trees,  neither  of  them 
wanted  to  go  indoors. 

A  wicket  gate  led  into  the  strip  of  wood- 
land that  bordered  the  bottom  of  the  garden. 
The  rector  unlatched  it,  and  held  it  open  for 
his  wife.  When  they  had  passed  through,  she 
took  his  arm.  Slivers  of  wan  sunlight  slid 
through  the  trees,  and  crisscrossed  the  coarse 
grasses  and  the  bright  green  moss.  He  felt 
her  shiver. 

"  It's  like  walking  from  a  cool  house  into 
the  chill  of  a  cellar,  isn't  it?" 

She  nodded.  "It  even  smells  a  little  like  a 
cellar.  Damp  earth  and  the  smell  of  toad- 
stools, mixed  with  the  scent  of  wild  flowers. 
Oh,  look  at  the  primroses  and  violets.  Oh,  do 
wait  while  I  get  a  few  for  the  house." 

He  sat  on  a  fallen  tree,  and  watched  her 
moving  here  and  there  about  the  wood. 
When  she  had  gathered  a  large  bunch  of 
flowers  she  went  to  him. 


"I  should  go  back,"  she  said.  "1 
bedtime.  And  supper  to  get.  But 
happy  day  it's  been." 

Arm  in  arm,  they  wandered  slowhj 
toward  the  house.  She  held  the  flower 
right  hand,  cradled  close  to  her  so  thai 
wouldn't  fall.  The  sky  was  rosy,  and  tlj 
fell  so  heavily  that  they  could  feel  th(j 
lets  on  their  faces. 

"It  will  be  fine  tomorrow,"  he  saidl 

Suddenly  she  gripped  his  arm.  "JJ 
she  whispered.  "Samuel." 

He  stood,  his  left  foot  forward, 
arm  extended.  He  held  the  catapult 
left  hand.  The  fingers  of  his  right  hanj 
curled  round  the  elastic.  In  the  dyin 
he  looked  like  a  delicate  bronze  statu 
fore  either  of  them  could  speak,  they  hi 
snap  as  he  released  the  elastic.  For  a  ml 
he  stood  motionless.  They  could  seel 
line  of  his  profile.  The  smooth  curve  | 
brow,  the  small,  jutting  nose,  the  lips  i 
in  concentration.  They  heard  him  cr 
Saw  him  run,  and  fall  to  his  knees, 
heard  the  wild  beat  of  wings  in  the  long 
watched  him  scramble  to  his  feet,  hi 
the  struggling  bird  in  his  hands.  He  gl 
desperately  around.  His  face,  when  h 
them,  remained  expressionless,  thoug 
mother  noticed  that  his  chin  was  trem  I 
With  a  sob  he  ran  to  her  and  held  oil 
bird  in  shaking  hands.  She  droppeJ 
flowers  and  took  it  from  him.  She  tril 
calm  its  terror.  Tried  vainly  to  fold  the  f 
ing  wings. 

"Poor  robin,"  she  said  painfully. 

The  red-brown  breast  heaved.  The 
opened,  shut,  opened.  Slowly  the  b 
startled  eyes  grew  dim.  Gradually  the  fiin! 
ering  wings  drooped  and  were  still. 

Samuel  caught  at  her  wrist.  "  Mother  i-mJ 
cried.  "  You  can  make  it  better." 

She  shook  her  head. 

"There's  no  blood,"  he  sobbed.  "It  \ 
be  dead." 

She  looked  with  sorrow  and  compassi.  i 
the  crumpled  mass  of  feathers.  "Thp 
nothing  I  can  do,"  she  said,  aware  o 
gray  in  her  voice.  "It's  quite  dead." 

The  catapult  lay  at  their  feet.  The  n 
stooped  and  picked  it  up.  He  held  it  oi 
his  son.  Samuel  snatched  it,  stared  at  it  j 
flung  it  from  him.  They  heard  it  fall  an 
the  bushes.  They  all  stood,  silent,  til 
moment. 

The  rector  spoke.  "Go  to  the  house,  Si 
uel,"  he  said,  "and  get  a  small  box  aijl 
clean  white  handkerchief.  Get  a  trowel  11 
the  tool  shed.  Bring  them  to  me.  YouaJ 
will  bury  the  bird  tonight."  r 

As  Samuel  ran  from  them  across  the<)|l» 
garden,  the  sound  of  his  sorrow  grew  fail  I 
The  rector  touched  his  wife  on  the  arm,  ||J 
together  they  knelt  and  gathered  the 
tered  flowers  from  the  grass.  THE 


.'71' 


.  iiikI  this  inn-'s  far  srnlinH  sharks." 


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★    HOU     kMERII  i    LIVES  * 


"Born  and  bred  right  here  in  Texas."  But  from  farming  to 
Freud,  astronomy  to  dominoes,  P.T. A.  to  European  Relief,  the 
Rylander  interest  in  the  world  around  them  goes  all  out. 


by  BETTY  HANNAH  HOFFMAN 


The  Ry  landers,  ofBuda,  Texas,  are  a  family  of  individuals. 


'We're  off  the  highway,  behind  a  grove  of  trees." 


Dear  Journal  friends:  We  are  just  an  average  family  living  in  the  heart — the  very-  best  part — of 
Texas.  While  we  live  on  a  farm,  Austin  is  just  fifteen  minutes  away  and  tie  are  part  of  a  small, 
friendly  village.  But  lie  have  problems,  too.  Many  of  them.  In  the  first  place,  our  house,  though 
nearly  adequate,  needs  to  be  done  over  completely,  and  for  the  first  time  ue  have  enough  of  a 
nest  egg  to  tackle  the  job.  Shirley  won't  let  me  have  parties  for  her  because  the  front  room  isn't 
nice  enough.  Ray  Bob,  the  oldest,  and  a  senior  in  Austin  High  School,  isn't  interested  in  girls  or 
parties  yet.  It  is  because  I  feel  the  need  of  outside  help  in  straightening  out  some  problems 
that  I  have  written  you.  Thank  you  for  being  interested. 


Sincerely, 


WHEN  Maurine  Rylander  was  just  getting  old  enough  to  notice  boys,  she  was 
given  the  choice  of  music  lessons  or  some  pretty  new  clothes.  Her  lather,  0 
minister  in  a  succession  of  poor  Texas  parishes,  could  not  provide  bot.  . 
She  chose  music.  "She  wasn't  what  you  would  call  a  normal  girl,"  says  a  relative. 
'  She  had  few  intimate  friends,  seldom  dated,  and  stuck  to  that  piano  for  hours 
every  day.  The  thing  everybody  noticed  about  Maurine  was  her  terrific  ambition." 

Today,  at  forty,  with  bright  blue-rimmed  glasses  framing  huge  dreamy  gray 
eyes,  her  hair  prematurely  silver,  Maurine  is  still  the  kind  of  person  folks  call  "a 
mite  diff'rent";  and  in  Buda,  Texas,  where  she  lives  (population  500),  this  can 
cause  endless  speculation.  Maurine's  house  shocks  her  friends.  Although  her 
dairy-farmer  husband  makes  a  good  living  ($4000  a  year),  her  home  is  completely 


PHOTOGRAPHS 


B  Y 


MORRIS 


E  N  G   E  L 


"I  can't  understand  why  every  family  can't  have  a  family  somewhere  to  help.  That's  why 
I  teach  music,  <fo  keep  sending  packages  to  Europe.  I  was  a  poor  preacher's  kid  once  and  I 
kndw  what  it  means."  Maurine  is  church  organist,  has  composed  four  works  of  her  own. 


Educated  at  Texas  Aft  \I,  15- year-old  Hay  Rylandcr  is  president  of  the  Austin  Wholesale 
Milk  Producers  Association;  lobbied  against  wartime  subsidies  on  milk;  operates  the  dairy 
farm  (50  cows  just  now)  with  the  part-time  help  of  his  son,  16-year-old  Kay  Boh,  Junior. 


Maurine's  day  begins  at  5:30  A.M.  "That  first  half  hour  is  the  only  timel 
really  call  my  own."  Sometimes  she  spends  it  reading  poetry  or  "ju| 
ing  my  face"  against  the  dry  Texas  winds.  Breakfast  hour — from  6 


To  an  old-time  Texan,  cows  meant 

beef,  not  milk.  Today,  dairying 
a  $93,944,000-a-year  business. 


WW 


rat- 1 

5!  tilt 


without  rugs,  window  curtains,  window  shades,  wall  pictures  or 
lamp  shades — naked  bulbs  hanging  everywhere.  Her  five  children 
devised  their  own  kind  of  interior  decoration  with  crayon  and  pe 
scribblings  on  the  living-room  walls. 

Even  more  shocking  to  Buda  than  the  house  itself  is  the  evideni 
how  money  has  gone  elsewhere:  the  gleaming  $640  spinet  piano 
Maurine's  playing,  the  eighteen  magazines  the  family  reads  mont 
the  dozens  of  books  on  every  subject  from  psychology  to  geo 
poetry  which  line  the  big  bookcases.  And  instead  of  sending  her  el 
boy  to  the  local  high  school  (which  lacks  a  chem-and-physics  i 
Maurine  spends  $175  yearly  to  send  him  to  an  Austin  high  scl 
twelve  miles  away. 

In  a  town  where  "spare  the  rod  and  spoil  the  child"  is  still  fir 
adhered  to,  Maurine's  methods  of  child  raising  produce  many  hi 
shakings.  Her  five  children  have  never  been  spanked.  Whatever  t 
ask  for  in  the  way  of  puzzles,  paints,  tricycles  or  expensive  elect' 


!  I*! 
Bu-b 
presi 
lav 
k 
m 
iard 


Working  day  ends  at  6,  when  Ray  turns  the  cows  out  to  pasture  for 


ft:  utilizes  skill  with  a  needle  and  a  flair  for  design- 
irii  remnants  to  make  "at  least  half  the  children's 
H1'  Ray  built  the  outside  laundry,  used  twice  a  week. 


By  9:30  Maurine  has  done  a  full  day's  work,  goes  shop- 
ping at  the  Buda  general  store.  Sometimes  she  naps  after 
lunch;  afternoons  she  sews,  bakes,  works  at  music. 


"Something  worth  while  to  work  at.*  County  presi- 
dent of  P.T.A.,  Maurine  hopes  to  inaugurate  classes 
in  mental  health — another  deep  interest — at  meetings. 


a  [uipment  they  generally  get.  Maurine  goes  even  further  in  her 
m.o  give  full  rein  to  her  children's  efforts  at  self-expression:  she 
tlm  fight  their  own  squabbles,  rarely,  if  ever,  interfering.  Under 
fttem  the  oldest  child  dominates  the  next  oldest,  and  so  on  down 
I;  to  the  four-year-old,  who  recently  expressed  her  affection 
n  cats  by  squeezing  them  to  death! 

ling  the  steaming-hot  summer  days  which  afflict  Buda,  situated 
■•oiling,  cactus-studded  hills  south  of  Austin  in  Central  Texas, 
Be's  neighbors  are  busily  canning  and  freezing  vast  quantities  of 
(taurine  is  over  at  the  University  of  Texas  taking  a  course  in 
■omposition.  w  hile  her  children  splash  happily  in  the  university 
Blaurine  is  no  nearer  to  being  a  farmer's  wile  than  the  day 
■en  years  ago  when  she  married  Ray  Rylander — she  has  never 
la  cow,  raised  a  chicken.  About  the  only  domestic  chore  in 
■he  really  excels  is  sewing,  but  recently  her  extra  time  has  been 
Jjp  sending  food  and  clothing  packages  to  Greece  and  Germany, 
■y  begins  at  home,"  comments  Buda. 

■Buda  recognizes  and  admires  Maurine's  talents.  She  is  county 
■president,  constantly  trying  to  entice  child-psychology  experts 
•day  study  sessions  for  parents.  She  is  a  member  of  the  county 
■  Hygiene  Society  and  a  first-rate  church  organist,  often  com- 
■her  own  prologues  and  offertories.  With  a  close  friend,  she 
llLard  to  provide  some  recreation  for  Buda's  young  folk,  never  too 
Mr  trips  with  the  Cub  Scouts,  or  to  drive  a  carload  of  teen-agers  to 


"So  wrapped  up  in  each  other  maybe  we  haven't  shared  our  happiness 
enough  with  others."  Maurine  and  Ray  married  17  years  ago,  7  months 
after  they  met.  She  wore  a  blue  dress.  Their  honeymoon — a  camping  trip. 


ball  itith  the  boys  until  dinner,  or  help  Ray  Bob  tinker  with  his  old  Chevw.  They  keep  the  outdoor  shower  busy  in  the  summer— "the  only  way  we  can  bear  the  heat" 


*   HOW  AMERICA  LIVES  ★ 


★   HOW  AMERICA  LIVES  ★ 


V 


I 


"Seven  and  ivkat  makes  ten?"  6-year-old  Nikki  Gay  does  her  homework  on  an  improvised  desk  while  Hazel,  5,  ponders  the  hard  notes  in  Moms'  music. 


"But,  Moms,  everybody  else  has  curtains  in  their  windows."  Teen-age  Shirley  won't 
bring  her  friends  home  because  "the  front  room  isn't  nice  enough."  Ray  is  rebuilding 
their  four-room  cottage  into  an  adequate  house,  and  "things  get  done,  gradually." 


The  children  fight  their  own 

fights  — hut  when  Moms  or  Dad\ 
speaks  it  means  something  " 


the  Austin  movies.  Buda  takes  a  stern  outlook  on  pleasure.  Car 
ing  and  square  dancing  are  just  beginning  to  be  accepted.  When 
ing  revivalist  learned  that  some  of  the  girls  were  taking  tap  da 
he  warned  their  mothers  that  this  was  the  first  step  on  the  pril 
path.  The  next  day  the  dancing  teacher  found  she  had  no  pupil 
Maurine  provides  outside  recreation  for  her  own  children  b 
ing  them  to  Austin  for  Expression  lessons  (recitations)  and  te 
them  to  swim  herself  at  the  Texas  University  pool. 

"Maurine  is  a  hard  person  to  get  close  to,"  says  one  of  her  fi 
"I  was  writh  her  the  day  her  fourth  child  died.  She  never  i 
tear."  .  .  .  "Maurine  is  terribly  sensitive,"  says  another.  "She  is 
the  most  easily  crushed  persons  I  know."  .  .  .  "Maurine  is  on 
horse."  .  .  .  "Maurine  is  a  real  friend — there's  nothing  she  wouli 
for  you."  Which  is  the  real  Maurine? 

She  was  born  forty  years  ago,  the  middle  one  of  seven  child! 
father,  a  Methodist  minister,  was  so  good  at  fund  raising  that 
sent  to  one  financially  precarious  parish  after  the  other,  succee 
getting  it  on  its  feet,  and  then  moved  on.  "The  moves  were  i 

heartbreaking,"  recalls  Mauri] 
was  hard  to  make  and  keep 
friends.  But  there  were  alvfl 
friends  wailing.  Father  hived 
people;  our  house  was  lull  <>f  t 
Her  mother,  a  former  music  tc 
was  a  generous,  fullhearted  I 
miraculously  capable,  Maurffl 
"She  managed  so  easily  to  get  1 
of  us  starched  and  clean  loehui 
Sunday  morning,  with  a  big1 
ready  in  the  oven."  Maurine, alt 
a  difficull  child,  full  of  tantrum 
her'mother's  oritc.  She  I 
ways  proud  of  Maurine  and 
lions  for  hi  r,"  recalls  her  br 


il 


"Let's  tee  if  we've  got  ii  straight." 
Mkki  baa  hair  cut  at  Buda  ihop, 


/ 


flid  Pecos  Bill  rode  that  cyclone  across  three  states 


Story  hour  at  Nikki's  school  often  features  Texas  heroes,  real  or  imaginary,  but  equally  exciting. 


"Ray  Bob  isn't  interested  in  girls  or  parties  yet."  At  16,  his  room  is  his  own  domain, 
stocked  with  books  on  geology,  physics,  astronomy.  Hobbies— photography,  rebuild- 
ing a  battered  car.  Recently  he  gave  "Donski"  his  long -treasured  electric  train 


liar -old  "Donski's"  engaging 
■twins  help  with  his  homework. 


When  Maurine  finished  high 
school,  the  church  collection 
plate  was  passed  around  for 
her,  and  she  set  off  for  music 
lessons  in  Dallas  with  $60.  She 
gave  music  lessons  to  earn  her 
way,  but  she  was  no  business- 
woman— "I  should  have  collected 
in  advance" — and  finally  came 
home,  broke.  The  next  year,  with 
undiminished  ambition,  she  took 
the  music  she  had  written  to  a 
famous  composer.  He  told  her 
brusquely  that  she  lacked  the  tai- 
nt o  succeed  in  a  field  where  even  geniuses  starve.  Maurine  was  so 
n,iied  by  his  words  that  she  did  not  touch  a  piano  for  two  years. 
Ir<  enhearted,  she  decided  to  forget  about  music  and  enrolled  at 
©  hern  Methodist,  in  Dallas,  for  a  degree  in  physical  education.  This 
in  she  got  a  job  as  a  city  playground  director,  which  paid  $55  a 
fcjth,  but  again  she  lacked  the  practical  know-how  to  make  her  own 
■Jin  the  world.  Her  rented  room  was  an  hour-and-a-half's  trolley  ride 
to.  the  playground,  which  demanded  her  services  from  3  to  6  daily. 
Lj  ing  to  work  right  after  lunch,  Maurine  was  not  home  again  until 
h  for  supper  and  studying.  Never  very  robust,  she  gave  up  this  ex- 
a.ting  schedule  and  hired  out  as  a  housemaid  in  Dallas  homes,  giv- 
ifcier  services  in  exchange  for  room  and  board.  To  Maurine's  sensi- 
Lv  spirit,  these  years  were  crushing.  She  had  no  dormitory  life  at  all, 
Jtriends  or  dates  or  fun,  and — worst  of  all,  she  says — no  music.  Her 
Ibonfidence  was  at  such  utter  low  ebb  that  she  once  phoned  her 
kjier  long-distance  to  ask  if  she  should  accept  a  date. 
||  it  the  beginning  of  her  sophomore  year  she  was  so  run-down  that 
hdoctor  forbade  her  going  back  to  college.  Maurine  forced  herself  to 
Maw  liver  and  raw  egg  every  day  for  three  months  until  her  blood 
Hit  was  normal.  She  returned  to  college  and  in  spite  of  a  tough 
cl  dule  of  studies  and  housework,  she  made  the  honor  roll. 

laurine's  father  had  meanwhile  been  transferred  to  Buda.  While 
i'ing  her  family  there,  she  met  a  lean,  slow-talking,  gray-eyed  Texan 
pjed  Ray  Rylander,  only  child  of  a  local  farmer.  Ray  had  graduated 
ru  Texas  A.  &  M.,  had  spent  two  more  years  traveling  through  the 
■thwest  on  different  agricultural  jobs,  and  was  now  prepared  to  set- 
Iqlown  on  his  own  farm,  "in  a  marrying  mood,"  says  Maurine.  The 


"The  children  get  their  share  of  being  read  to.  Library  books  help."  The  Rylanders''  own  shelves  hold  Freud,  Grimms'  fairy  tales,  travel  and  farming  books. 


Our  home  life  isnt  like  the  average. 

Maybe  in  some  ways  its  better." 


object  of  his  desires  was  now  twenty- 
two  and  in  love  for  the  first  time,  but 
torn  between  her  ambitions  to  finish 
college  and  to  get  married.  The  issue  was 
settled  when  Maurine  attempted  to  reg- 
ister at  the  University  of  Texas,  and 
fainted  dead  away  in  the  registrar's  office. 
She  was  once  again  anemic  and  seventeen 
pounds  underweight.  "Nobody  thought  I 
was  strong  enough  to  go  to  college," 
muses  Maurine,  "but  nobody  seemed  to 
object  to  my  marrying  and  having  eight 


S300  copy  of  "Christ  the  Consoler"  children." 

is  Rylanders'  gift  to  their  church.  Still  she  couldn't  believe  that  her  driv- 

ing, mercurial,  impractical  temperament 
was  a  good  match  for  Ray's  conservative,  easygoing  ways.  Deliber- 
ately, time  and  again,  she  tried  to  get  her  fiance  angry.  She  never  suc- 
ceeded. "Here  at  last  I  knew  I  hail  found  the  anchor  I  needed — and  he 
has  never  failed  me." 

The  town  of  Buda  gave  her  a  big  shower,  complete  with  (milts  and 
silver  and  pots  and  pans,  and  bought  her  wedding  outfit.  The  newly  weds 
moved  into  a  house  with  60  aero  adjoining  the  farm  of  Ray's  parents. 
The  house,  a  one-Story  bungalow,  was  (Continued  on  Pate  245) 

*    HOW  AMERICA   I.IVKS  * 


Still  wet  and  muddy  from  rainy-day  farm  chores,  Ray  stops  to  referee  a  game  of 
dominoes  for  Hazel  and  Donski.  Ray  and  Donski  are  very  close-  often  take  boat 
trips  down  the  Colorado.  Maurine  wishes  Ray  Bob  shared  their  companionship. 


LADIES'  HOME  MM  I!  \  \1. 


PRODUCT  OF  GENERAL  FOODS 


•    Even  tfie  fussiest  folks  say  Thirds  Eye 
Orange  Juice  tastes  better  than  just -squeezed  J 


>rty-Six  Food  Editors  flew  to 
orida  to  taste  Birds  Eye  Orange 
ice,  to  compare  it  with  fresh- 
ueezed  juice.  33  out  of  the  46  pre- 
rred  Birds  Eye.  And  no  wonder! 
rds  Eye  is  pure,  vitamin-rich  juice 
am  tree-ripened  oranges,  quick- 
azen  within  minutes  of  squeezing. 


Pour,  Shake.  Pour— takes  45  sec- 
onds! No  squeezing!  Empty  Birds 
Eye  concentrated  juice  into  a  shaker 
or  "lass  jar,  add  3  parts  cold  water, 
shake  hard.  (You  can  stir,  but  shak- 
ing better)... Get  6 glasses  <jj@g^> 
—  1 1/2  pints  of  the  best  or-  SBBm 
tlflge  juice  you  ever  lasted!  '•hmz-f? 


Keeps  Frozen  or  Mixed.  Birds  Eye 
Orange  Juice  keeps  in  your  freezing 
compartment  without  loss  of  or- 
chard-fresh flavor.  Once  mixed, keep 
any  you  don't  drink,  in  a  covered 
jar  under  refrigeration,  for  use  next 
day.  Lay  in  a  supply  today.  There's 
no  orange  juice  like  Birds  Eye! 


Copyrijrht  1950, 
Crm-ml  Foods  Corp. 

B/RDS  £Y£-eouA/D  to  B£  better! 


10 

★  HOW  AMERICA  LIVES  ★ 


Maurine  Rylander  discovered  her  first  sprin- 
kling of  gray  hair  when  she  was  seventeen — had 
turned  completely  gray  by  the  time  she  was  24! 


A  new,  brushed-up  hair-do  with  a  smoky-blue 
rinse  and  brighter  make-up  turns  Maurine  into 
a  prettier,  younger  version  of  her  former  self! 


PHOTOGRAPHS  BY  FRANCESCO  SCAVULLO 


Does  your  gray  hair  top  off  a  youthful,  pretty  look  for  you  ? 

It  can,  if  you  give  it  the  attention  it  deserves.  Here  are  some  up-to-date  means  for 

4  1 

making  it  your  most  outstanding  feature!  •  By  DAWN  CROWELL  NORMAN 

Beauty  Editor  of  the  Journal 


A  LIFT  FOR  YOUR  HAIR-DO.  Cut  it— comb 
it — brush  it — wear  it — going  up!  Whether  you  are 
prematurely  gray  or  boast  grandchildren,  avoid  the 
old-fashioned  buns  and  rolls  which  lie  limply  on  your 
neck  and  say  "grandma."  One  of  today's  short  ar- 
rangements will  trim  years  off  your  age.  Try  waves  or 
curls  brushing  up  from  your  neck  and  lower  jawline 
for  a  youthful  look.  If  you  have  the  face  of  an  angel 
(delicate  features),  wear  one  of  the  cropped  curly 
halo  arrangements.  Show  off  the  pretty  tips  of  your 
ears,  but  avoid  the  severe,  sleeked-back  coiffures. 
Gently  "break"  your  forehead  line  with  feathery 
curls  or  half  bangs.  If  your  hair  has  thinned,  try  a 
different  part  that  will  have  a  brand-new  section  of 
your  hair  covering  the  sparse  areas.  Have  your  hair 
trimmed  and  shaped  often  enough  to  maintain  a 
well-groomed  look — the  success  of  all  gray  hair-do's. 
If  you  wear  a  hair  net  and  hairpins,  make  them  in- 
visible by  matching  their  color  to  your  hair.  NEVER: 
1 — Insist  on  a  tight  permanent.  Sausage  curls  which 
lie  flat  on  your  face  are  aging!  2 — Make  the  mistake 
of  effecting  a  juvenile,  long-mane  look.  Gray  hair 
was  never  meant  to  hang.  3 — Clutter  your  hair  with 
fancy  combs  and  pins. 

COLOR  CLUES  ...  IN  RINSES,  MAKE-UP, 
CLOTHES.  New  temporary  hair  rinses  come  in  a  wide 
range  of  colors  to  be  chosendepending  upon  the  effect 
you  wish  to  achieve.  If  you  are  predominantly  gray  or 
white,  choose  one  of  the  smoky  grays,  subtle  blues  or 
violets  to  add  delicate  color.  If  yours  is  a  salt-and- 
pepperlook,  you  can  help  blend  away  thclight  hairs  by 
choosing  a  rinse  which  corresponds  to  your  natural 
coloring.  For  instance,  if  your  hair  is  auhurn- 
turning-gray,  try  one  of  the  amber,  copper  or  warm- 
brown  shades.  The  arrival  of  silver  threads  among 
the  gold  can  be  made  less  noticeable  with  one  of  tbe 
silvery-blond  tints.  Graving  brunettes  can  avoid  a 
"shoe  polish"  look  by  selecting  one  of  tbe  rinses  in 
medium  brown  rather  than  trying  to  match  or 
deepen  tbe  natural  color.  Temporary  hair  rinses  are 
de-.igned  to  wash  out  with  each  successive  shampoo, 
and  if  directions  are  followed  caref  ully,  they  can  be 


used  successfully  at  home.  Most  of  them  come  in 
powder  form  to  be  diluted  in  hot  water  and  applied 
with  hairbrushes,  cotton  swabs,  or  poured  over  the 
hair  after  the  final  shampoo  rinse.  You  can  mix 
enough  to  have  some  left  for  between-shampoo 
pickups.  Just  dip  your  comb  in  the  rinse,  run  it 
through  the  ends  of  hair,  and  make  your  pin  curls 
as  you  would  ordinarily. 

Permanent  hair  coloring,  which  lasts  until  the 
hair  grows  out,  should  be  left  to  trained  profes- 
sionals who  are  familiar  with  hair  and  scalp  idiosyn- 
crasies. In  the  hands  of  the  amateur,  they  can  pro- 
duce harsh,  gaudy  results  which  may  last  for 
months! 

Make-up  can  achieve  some  dramatic  and  lovely 
effects  for  you.  Here  are  some  tips  to  remember 
when  that  sprinkling  of  gray  hair  has  become  more 
than  generous:  Create  a  clearly  defined  contrast 
between  your  hair  and  skin  by  wearing  a  foundation 
make-up  and  powder  one  or  two  shades  darker  than 
you  have  been  wearing.  A.  clear  beige  with  a  pink  or 
peach  undertone  should  bring  a  new  warmth  to  your 
skin.  Avoid  the  yellow  and  orangey  casts.  If  your 
eyes  are  light,  brush  a  bit  of  golden-brown  mascara 
on  your  lashes.  (Try  a  soft,  deep  green  if  your  hair 
is  a  true  silver-gray.)  Dark  eyes  take  to  medium  or 
dark  brown  mascara — but  beware  of  black!  Experi- 
ment with  the  gray-violet,  greeny-blue  and  gray- 
green  eye  shadows  until  you  find  the  color  that 
brings  out  the  color  of  your  eyes — and  wear  it 
sparingly  for  evenings.  Faded  eyebrows  can  be 
colored  lightly  with  a  golden  or  medium  brown 
pencil.  If  you  have  found  the  bright  red  or  orange- 
red  lipsticks  have  a  harsher  effect  than  the)  once 
did,  try  switching  to  one  of  the  more  flattering  pink- 
reds  or  blue-reds. 

('boosing  your  prettiest  clothes  colors  now  de- 
pends on  your  complexion  as  well  as  your  person- 
ality type,  for  as  your  hair  pigment  changes  so  does 
the  pigment  of  vour  skin.  Hut  there  is  no  reason  why 
any  woman's  vivacious  brunct  or  delicate  blond 
personality  should  be  relegated  to  the  past  because 


of  gray  hair.  If  there  is  a  pinky  warmth  in  your  skin 
tones,  vivid  shades  of  blue,  clear  reds,  emerald 
greens  or  bright  purples,  used  in  moderation,  can 
re-create  a  vital  look  for  you.  Pale  blues,  mauves  or 
pinks  near  a  clear  bisque  skin  have  a  gentle,  pretty- 
lady  look.  If  there  is  a  hint  of  gray  or  sallowness  in 
your  complexion,  avoid  yellow-greens,  browns  and 
rusty  colors.  You  can  reflect  color  in  your  skin 
tones  by  wearing  the  popular  new  toast  shades, 
rosy-beige  or  deep,  warm  pink.  Gray  hair  affords 
the  perfect  backdrop  for  bringing  out  the  color  of 
your  eyes  with  pretty  blues  or  topaz  shades.  Unless 
your  skin  is  translucent  alabaster  (or  reasonably 
close),  avoid  unrelieved  black  around  your  face. 
In  basic  colors,  dark  shades  of  blue,  pearly  grays, 
deep  plums  or  purples  are  more  generally  becoming 
than  brown,  black  or  green. 

SILVER  POLISHING.  Probably  as  a  consolation 
measure,  Nature  has  provided  a  greater  quantity  of 
natural  highlights  to  gray  hair  than  to  its  blond  or 
brunet  counterparts.  Here  are  six  ways  to  help  you 
bring  them  out: 

1 —  Shampoo  your  hair  as  often  as  you  would  if  it 
were  blond.  It  shows  up  dust  and  soil  just  as  quickly. 
Try  one  of  the  shampoos  made  especially  for  gray 
hair. 

2 —  If  your  hair  is  dry,  preface  every  third  or 
fourth  shampoo  with  an  oil  treatment  using  one  of 
the  preparations  made  to  soften  and  add  luster  to 
your  hair. 

3 —  Give  yourself  a  two-minute  daily  scalp  mas- 
sage, using  strong  fingers  in  rotary  movements  all 
over  your  head  to  encourage  freer  circulation  of 
natural  oils. 

4 —  Discourage  a  yellowish  tinge  by  protecting 
your  hair  from  constant  exposure  to  the  sun. 

,r> — If  your  hair  is  oily,  work  a  scalp  or  hair  lotion 
into  the  scalp  once  a  week  to  alleviate  tlx;  condition. 

(> — Treat  yourself  to  a  pretty  permanent  at  home. 
If  your  hair  is  only  partially  gray,  be  sure  to  include 
the  gray  section  in  the  test  curls.  For  prettiest  re- 
sults, have  someone  help  you  with  the  back  curia. 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


Lovely 


T  look 


Delightful 


SANCHEZ: 
Two  straps  for  beauty, 
smart  vamp  cut-outs 
and  platform,  too! 


DELROSE: 
Flattering  new  pump 
witli  draped  vamp. 


SHOES 


CHALET: 
Smartly  tailored  suit 
pump,  distinctive  in 
its  sleek  simplicity. 


GLEAM: 
Wardrobe  must:  the 
opera  pump. ..now  fully 
elasticized  for  comfort. 


LASTING  QUALITY 
in  every  seen 
and  unseen  detail 

You  can  see  the  beautiful  styling,  the  fine  mate- 
rials that  give  Vitality  Shoes  their  look  of  quality. 
You  can't  see  inside  the  leathers,  into  the  sole! 
But  here,  too,  is  lasting  quality  in  every  detail. 
These  wonderful  Vitalitys  keep  their  good  looks 
and  restful  fit.  They're  truly  more-for-your-money 
shoes.  Choose  from  the  new  Spring  selections  at 
your  Vitality  dealer's. 

VITALITY  More-for-Your-Money  SHOES 

$1095   $1195  $1295 

LompUtt  nuw/e  ofsizts  and  widths 
VITALITY  Open  Road  Shoes  for  Outdoor  and  Campus  Wear 

$795     $g95  $995 

VITALITY  SHOE  COMPANY 
Division  of  International  Shoe  Company,  St.  Louis  3,  Mo. 


FARICE: 
The  tic  at  its  smartest 
...with  perforated  vamp 
and  graceful  scallops. 


212 


LADIES'  HOME  JO  URN  VL 


Standard — or  de  luxe — Gas  ranges  cost  from  $30  to  $100 
less  than  comparable  ranges  run  by  any  other  fuel. 


EVEN  IF  they  COST  MORE— you'd  still  want  one  of  these  new  Gas  ranges. 
Because  they  give  rou  more!  More  ease,  speed,  flexibility.  Quicker  cooling — 
quicker  cleaning.  Yet  they  cost  less!  Up  to  SI 00  less  to  buy  ...  up  to  $100 
less  to  install  ...  up  to  $37  less  to  operate  every  year.  See  and  compare  the 
new  1950  Gas  range  models  at  your  Gas  company  or  appliance  store,  today! 


NO  COMPLICATED  GADGETS— 

Gas  gives  you  easier,  better- 
tasting  meals  without  your  hav- 
ing to  learn  a  single  new  rule. 

<^/nO  SLUGGISH  RESPONSE    Gas  is 

'    faster  than  any  other  cooking  fuel. 
Turns  on  or  off,  high  or  low,  instantly  I 


V- 

T  b 


NO  "OPEN  DOOR"  BROILING  — Gas 

broiling  is  really  smokeless  . 
delicious  as  only  the  quick 


flavor-. 


ng  is  really  smokeless  .  .  .  really 
)us  as  only  the  quick-searing, 
■sealing  blue  Gas  flame  can  do  it. 

■^f  NO  FACTORY-SET  HEATS    Gas  gives 
»    you  dozens  of  "just  right"  heats  from 
speed-boil  to  below-boil  simmering. 


mlO 


c/emi 


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'Maximum  toWngi  of  Go:  ov*r  any  othvr  mo'lnrn  cookinQ  (u«/  .  .  .  batnd  on  Convimm  Pnc*   frWwx  for 

34  k*y  citlm  compiled  by  U  S  flwou  of  labor  StatMict  In  ?H  of  tht  34,  Goc  cOfft  cfafcM/y  /*n  for  cooking. 


★    HOW  AMERICA  LIVES  * 


I'lioio  IIY  Ki  SSttLL 


Built-in  bookcases  and  cabinets,  individual  clothes  closets  for  the  whole  f. 
ily  are  mere  trifles  for  Ray  Rylander,  who  has  remodeled  the  whole  house  besi ! 
building  a  boat  and  a  workshop-plus-washhouse.  But  he  recommends  a  few  sin  ! 
rules  and  tools  for  any  householder  who  finds  professional  carpentry  too  cos  ; 


HUH)  MM  IT  HOME 


By  >l  AIM.  AllKT  l»\VII»M»> 


As  the  home  carpenter  advances 
from  easy  jobs  like  these  to  ex- 
pert productions,  his  interest, 
tools,    money-saving  increase. 


place.  This  will  do  the  trick  if  fit  is  i 
But  the  experienced  handy  man 
small   finishing  nails   through  drl 
sides  into  the  partitions  to  make 
they'll  stay. 


PHOTOS  BY  DI  PIFl 


Guaranteed  to  Saw  Straight 

•  If  you  do  vour  own  sawing,  you'll  need 
lo  know  thai  you  start  the  saw  by  bring- 
ing it  toward  you  a  few  times  on  the 
ruled  line  where  cut  is  to  be.  Continue, 
keeping  a  straight  arm  and  holding  saw 
at  a  45°  angle  to  the  board.  Since  your 
saw  cuts  on  down  motions  only,  use 
pressure  on  downward  stroke,  but  relax 
on  backward  pull.  Follow  the  line  the  first 
inch,  and  the  rest  is  hound  lo  be  straight. 

•  Snugly  filled  partitions,  glued  into 
kitchen  or  dresser  drawers,  arc  helps  lo 
tidiness    thai    "ill    bring    vour  sawing 

talents  into  play.  Quarter-inch  plywood 

is  line  lor  these.  Partitions  should  be 

shallower  than  drawers  and  out  to  lii 

exactly.  Sand  llawlessh  smooth,  round 
lop  edges  anil  make  a  trial  lilting.  Then, 
both  on  partitions  and  inside  ol  drawers, 
use  glue  <>r  wood  adlic-i\c  lo  1 1 ■  •  I ■  I  in 


Doiri  Bend  That  Nail 

•  A  square  hit  is  achieved  by  holtl 
the  hammer  hand  level  with  the  nailhl 
A  nail  bends  away  from  you  if  your  h 
is  lower  than  the  head.  It  bends  towl 
you  if  your  hand  is  higher  than  the  lul 
Save  your  strength  by  grasping  hand! 
end  and  swinging  from  the  shouli 
Nails  vary  in  size.  Keep  several  sizes 
hand  for  different  jobs  that  come 

To  Budge  a  Sticking  Drawer! 

•  Soap  or  paraffin  rubbed  along  tofl 
bottom  sliding  edges  is  a  first-aid  nul 
lire.  Bui  for  a  serious  case  you  III 
have  I"  sand  down  the  edges.  A  t(l 
porarv  cure  for  moisture-swollen  wi| 
is  a  sircmg  electric  lighi  on  an  exteiwl 
cord  inside  drawer  or  near  il.  Oij 
drawci  ia  dr)  enough  to  slide,  proM 
with  sanding.  Or  il  the  trouble 

loosened    bottom,    1 1- 1 .  i  - 1  <  - 1 1    llie  bott" 


LADIES'  HOME  JOL'RWL 


213 


8Jll  brads.  (Nails  will  split  the 
AU  a  last  resort,  remove  the 
llywood  back.  Then,  if  a  loos- 
ion  of  the  drawer  has  jammed, 
linto  place,  pull  out  drawer, 


Shelf  Insurance 

ihelves  that  safely  hold  break- 
supported  by  wooden  brackets 
linto  studs  behind  the  plaster, 
ds  by  thumping  the  wall  for  a 
bad  of  a  hollow  sound.  Studs  are 
5"  to  24"  apart.  A  fine  wire  nail 
to  the  wall  checks  the  location. 
;s  hold,  the  stud  is  there.  Test 
;  of  shelf  with  spirit  level  before 
lg  screws. 

er  way  to  support  a  shelf  is  to 
t-angle  metal  brackets.  Painted 
>r,  and  turned  up,  not  down,  so 
of  the  shelf  will  hide  them, 
less  conspicuous,  though  slightly 
ire. 

irt  a  screw  straight  into  a  hard 
,  make  a  guide  hole  a  little 
than  your  screw  with  nail  or  drill. 

e  screw  driver  easily,  keep  busi- 
d  between  shoulder  and  hips, 
rew  will  go  in  straight  if  you 
a  sturdy  step  rather  than  reach 
our  shoulder.  If  screw  driver 
b  the  business  end  with  chalk.  If 
hard  to  turn,  press  threaded  end 
ip  or  paraffin.  If  it  pulls  out  of 
try  tamping  hole  with  steel  wool. 


•  For  shelves  or  a  simple  bookcase, 
boards  sawed  to  required  lengths  are 
available  in  many  places.  The  top  board 
should  be  the  full  length  you've  decided 
on,  the  shelves  shorter  by  the  thickness 
of  the  two  sidepieces.  Small  wooden 
strips  to  support  shelves  that  are  to  hold 
anything  as  heavy  as  books  should  be 
nailed  to  the  sides  before  shelves  are 
added.  Drive  nails  from  outside  end 
pieces.  Nail  top  to  sides  through  top 
piece,  and  there  you  are.  But  if  you  want 
to  go  professional,  use  another  nail  or 
special  tool  to  drive  nails  below  the  sur- 
face of  the  wood,  and  fill  the  holes  with 
plastic  wood.  Caution:  To  avoid  splitting 
the  wood,  stagger  nails  instead  of  lining 
them  up  in  a  row,  or  hammer  their 
points  to  blunt  them  a  little.  Use  nails 
three  times  the  length  of  wood's  thick- 


No  More  Mashed  Thumbs 

•  All  thumbs,  and  all  of  them  sore?  Try 
inserting  a  tack  in  the  slit  corner  of  a 
card  so  your  hand,  at  opposite  corner,  is 
out  from  under  the  hammer.  After  tack 
is  started,  pull  the  card  away.  Hanging 
pictures?  Try  this:  Use  two  hooks  for 
each  one,  2"  to  5"  apart  (keeps  it 
straight).  And  put  cellulose  tape  on  wall 
where  each  hook  is  to  go  (keeps  plaster 
unbroken). 

•  A  small  kitchen  set  of  tools  helps 
homemaker  keep  minor  repairs  under 
control.  Hammer,  pliers,  screw  driver, 
nails  and  screws  are  used  in  time  if  kept 
handy. 


Minimum  Tools  for 

ou  see  a  basic  kit: 


mer 

hammer 

'S 

ich 

t  level 


1  square 

1  drill  and  bits 

2  screw  drivers 
(two  sizes) 

1  six-foot  ruler 
1  pair  of  tin- 
shears 


!  that  the  tools  are  "shadow- 
id."  That  is,  the  shape  of  each  is 
ed  on  the  panel,  and  this  outline 


the  Home  Handy  Man 

filled  in  with  black  paint— a  trick  that 
makes  it  easy  to  put  tools  back  quickly 
and  just  where  they  go.  Jars  holding 
nails,  screws  and  oddments  hang  by 
their  lids  from  the  underside  of  the 
utility  shelf  so  they  can  be  removed  in 
one  motion.  The  saw  hangs  with  the 
handle  down  for  ready  removal  and  to 
prevent  touching  the  blade  with  your 
moist  hands.  A  saw  rusts  easily,  and 
should  be  oiled  after  use.  All  tools  hang 
on  nails  or  wood  blocks. 


Looks  bigger— 


d  BIGGER 


an 


Your  housekeeping  money  seems  to  buy  less 
and  less... so  now  this  big  bar  of  Fels-Naptha 
jam-full  of  the  double  cleaning  action 
of  mild,  golden  soap  and  active  naptha 
looks  more  than  ever  like  the  best  buy 
on  the  soap  shelves.  Next  time  you're  in 
the  grocery  store,  why  not  join  other  careful 
shoppers — stock  up  with  Fels-Naptha  Soap 
— at  present  thrifty  prices. 


GET  THE  EXTRA  CLEANING  ACTION  OF 
MILD,  GOLDEN  SOAP  AND  ACTIVE  NAPTHA 


MADE  IN  PHILA. 
BY  FEIS  8.COL 


Fels-Naptha  Soap 

BAN/SHES  "TATTLE-TALE  GRAY" 


214 


Interior  Decora  I  ion  Kilitor  of  llie  Journal 

W/"HE\  a  big  family,  like  the  Rylanders,  of  Huda.  Texas,  works,  studi  - 
VY  and  plays  together  in  a  medium-sized  room,  everything  gets  its  share] 
of  hard  use.  Mrs.  Rylander  appealed  for  our  help  with  the  furnishings. 

"The  living  room  needs  to  be  done  over  completely,"  she  explained. 
"The  children  are  really  embarrassed  over  it,  and  fifteen-year-old  Shirley 
won't  have  a  party  until  things  are  fixed  up." 

Of  course,  being  critical  about  the  appearance  of  the  house  is  a  sign 
your  children  are  growing  up.  It's  a  healthy  reaction,  too,  and  wise  parents 
take  time  out  to  remedy  the  situation.  And,  incidentally,  a  new  background 
is  good  for  everybody  now  and  then,  including  parents. 

Furniture  for  a  family  with  five  children  has  to  qualify  on  several  poind 
It  must  suit  the  activities  of  the  family  by  being  functional,  have  a  scad 
proof  finish,  simple  styling  and,  in  the  case  of  the  Rylanders'  room,  fitj 
self  into  limited  spaces. 

The  blond  elm  furniture  you  see  pictured  meets  all  these  requirements 
and  is  modestly  priced  as  well.  Furniture  of  this       (Continued  <„,  pag)-  242) 


A 


*     HOW     \  Ml  1114   \   I  I  \  Is  * 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


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With  a  tingle  installation,  che  new  Hotpoint  Dish- 
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fasfiioned  dishpan  and  unsanitary  garbage  can! 
Standard  equipment  on  all  Hotpoint  Dishwasher- 
Sinks  is  the  sensational  new  "Wonderflo"  faucet 
which  governs  the  force  and  temperature  of  water 
exactly  as  you  want  them  with  one  simple  control. 


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These  luscious  desserts  cose  only  5$  a,  sewmgmth 

Canned  ClingTeadies  fiom  California, 


Easy  recipe  • 

Beaches  Tropical 

6  canned  cling  peach  halves 
6  teaspoons  orange  marmalade 
Baker's  shredded  coconut 
Syrup  from  peaches 
Place  drained  peach  halves  cup  side  up 
in  shallow  baking  dish.  Put  a  teaspoon  of 
orange  marmalade  in  each,  and  sprinkle 
generously  with  coconut.  Pour  a  little 
peach  syrup  around  the  peaches.  Bake 
in  moderate  oven  (350  degrees  F.)  about 
20  minutes  or  until  coconut  is  lightly 
browned.  Serve  warm,  plain  or  with 
cream.  Serves  6. 


For  a  quick,  economical  dessert  serve 
plump,  golden  California  cling  peaches 
and  you  make  a  hit  because  these  are 
big,  sun-ripened  beauties  bursting  with 
juicy,  fresh-picked  flavor.  The  finest 
clings  ever  grown  in  California's  famous 
orchards.  And  by  far  the  most  luscious, 
the  most  popular  fruit  you  can  buy  for 
salads,  gelatins,  pies,  cakes,  or  to  spoon 
cool  and  colorful  right  from  the  can. 
Keep  both  kinds  handy,  halves  and  slices. 
Canned  cling  peaches 
are  one  of  your  best 
food  buys;  prices  are 
the  lowest  in  years. 


lower  Prices 
Finer  Quality 
this  Year 


Cling  Peach  Advil 


slices. 

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216 


*    HOW  AMERICA  LIVES  * 


The  Rvlander  children  love  to  come  in  after 
school  and  find  their  mother  baking  cookies. 


ake  to  pie 


iki 


lt>    LOUELLA  ii.  NIMH  I 

"W  DO  most  of  my  baking  in  the  late  afternoons."  Mrs.  Rvlander  told  .  i 
I  "'When  the  children  come  home  from  school  they  don't  like  to  havef  i 
M-  flying  all  over  with  a  dust  mop  or  vacuum  cleaner." 
All  children  love  to  be  around  when  there's  any  baking  going  on,  \ 
ticularly  if  it  happens  to  be  cookies.  Cookies  are  sure-fire.  They  smell  sog> 
while  they  are  baking,  and  then  there  are  samples — unless  you  disapprovi 
such  goings  on  so  close  to  dinnertime.  Some  cold  March  afternoon  yoi 
going  to  be  in  the  mood  to  do  a  bit  of  baking  too.  These  recipes  will  pro\ 
the  fun. 

"I  make  up  several  batches  of  cooky  dough  at  one  time;  store  them  in 
refrigerator  and  bake  them  from  day  to  day  as  the  need  arises,"  Mrs.  Rylan 
says.  "I  rarely  roll  out  cookies.  If  they  are  rolled  out  at  all,  the  children  d< 
On  rare  occasions,  when  the  children  are  bored,  they  like  to  take  over 
whole  process — even  making  the  doughs." 


MRS.  RYLANDER'S 
BROWN-SUGAR  COOKIES 

Cream  together  I  cup  shortening  and  1 
cup  brown  sugar  firmly  packed.  Add  I  egg 
and  I  teaspoon  maple  flavoring.  Heal  well. 
Sifi  2J4  cups  flour,  '-2  teaspoon  baking 
powder  and  %  teaspoon  sail  together. 
\dd  l<>  first  mixture.  Stir  in  a  f-ounce  can 
moist  shredded  CoYiOnut.  Spoon  out  onto 
greased  cookv  sheets,  pressing  each  cookv 

down  with  a  fork.  Allow  2  inches  between 

cookies.  Hake  in  a  moderate  o\  cu.  350  F., 

for  12  minutes.  Makes  5— 6  dozen  cookies. 

Mrs.  Rylander  doesn't  have  a  cooky 
jar.  Cookies  don't  last  long  enough  at 

their  house  to  gel  put  into  one.  These 
cookies  won't  last  long  at  your  house, 
either,  if  then:  are  any  children  around. 

TOASTED  OATMEAL-PR1  M 
COOKIES 

Toast  I  cup  raw   onlmeal  l>\  haking  in 

hallow  nan  I  ")  minutes  in  a  modem  l<  K 


hot  oven,  375°F.  Prepare  I  cup  ehopi 
mils  and  I  cup  chopped  cooked  prin 
Sift  together  2  cups  flour.  I  teaspoon  I' 
ing  soda,  I  teaspoon  baking  powder 
leaspoou  salt,  I   teaspoon  cinnamon, 
teaspoon  nutmeg  ami       teaspoon  CI01 
(  .ream  '2  cup  shortening,  '2  cup  bro 
sugar,  firmly  packed,  and  1  ->  cup  grai 
lated  sugar  very  thoroughly.  Hirudin 
cup  molasses.    \dd    I    well-beaten  1 
Heal    mixture    thoroughly.   Mix  ^ 
prune  juice  with  J4  cup  thick  sour  erea 
Add  sifted  dry  ingredients  alternate)] 
the  creamed  mixture  w  i t h  the  soui  on 
and  prune  juice.  Then  add  the  chnpp' 
nuts  and  prunes  ami  ihe  toasted  oalm'' 
I  )rop  h\  spoonf  uls  sc\  eral  inches  apart 
greased  cook)  sheets.  Hake  in  moderal' 
hot  oven,  37.r>"  I1'.,  for  about  12  minillil 
Makes  5  dozen. 

Bars  or  brow  nies  take  even  less  time 
make  than  drop  cookies.  Here's  one- 
half  sister  to  a  brownie  that  can  I 
stirred  up  in  a  jiffy. 


217 


CARAMEL  CUTS 

It  I  cup  butter  or  margarine  in  a 
ceui.  Add  I  cup  light  brown  sugar 
I  d  well.  While  the  mixture  is  still 
mj  dd  1  unbeaten  egg.  Beat  well, 
■  Id  %  teaspoon  vanilla.  Sift  to- 
beiK  GUP  fl°ur'  1  teaspoon  baking 
rdqand  Y2  teaspoon  salt.  Add  to  the 
t  ikture.  Stir  in   1 2  cup  chopped 

Hinto  a  shallow  7 -inch-square  pan 
■las  been  greased,  lined  with  wax 
■Id  greased  again.  Bake  in  a  moder 
H,  350°  F.,  for  30  minutes.  Remove 
mien — turn  out.  Remove  the  wax 
Ht  once.  Cut  into  squares  when 


Rylander  says  that  she  likes  to 
cuits,  brown  bread  and  other  hot 
is  they  bring  forth  more  compli- 
Ivith  less  effort  than  any  other 
le  bakes.  Apricot  corn  bread  will 
]iu  compliments  too. 

PRICOT  CORN  BREAD 

with  the  scissors  enough  dried 
to  make  %  cup.  Mix  with  cup 

ix  and  sift  together  %  cup  flour,  % 

aw  corn  meal,  2  teaspoons  baking 
Yi  teaspoon  baking  soda,  1  table- 

lgar  and  1  teaspoon  salt.  Add  the 

apricots.  Combine  1  cup  butter- 
sour  milk,  2  beaten  eggs  and  3 

>ons  melted  butter  or  margarine. 

lids  all  at  once  to  dry  ingredients. 

t  enough  to  mix  and  moisten  in- 


into  a  greased  8-inch-square  pan. 
a  hot  oven,  425°  F.,  for  about  30 
.  Cut  into  squares  and  serve  hot 
tter  or  margarine. 


Sturday  favorite  when  pecans  are 
Hi  is  a  steamed  brown  bread  with 
■in  it.  Better  get  out  the  bean  pot 
me  some  good  old-fashioned  baked 
Hath  your  brown  bread. 

I   MRS.  RYLANDER'S 
■PECAN  BROWN  BREAD 

Hup  yellow  corn  meal,  1  cup  whole- 
a  lour  and  1  cup  regular  flour,  IY2 
■Ins  salt  and  Y2  cup  sugar.  Mix  1 
Kn  baking  soda  into  %  cup  mo- 
■Combine  with  IY2  cups  sour  milk 
Iprmilk.  Combine  with  dry  ingredi- 
l  ix  well.  Add  3  tablespoons  melted 
Hing  and  1  cup  coarsely  chopped 
I  Grease  a  2 -quart  mold  or  two 

■  molds.  Fill  the  mold  or  molds 
I  full.  Cover  tightly.  If  you  do  not 
liolds  with  lids,  fit  aluminum  foil 
lie  top.  Steam  3J4  hour*-  for  the 
liold  and  IY2  hours  for  the  small 
I  Remove  from  molds,  slice  and 
e  .t. 

I  breads  are  fine,  but  breads  such 
lit  bread  or  date  bread  are  good  to 
I.  the  breadbox  for  lunch-box  sand- 

■  or  after-school  snacks. 

■HAWAIIAN  NUT  BREAD 

I;ggs  lightly.  Add  Yi  cupsugargrad- 
■hen  add  Yi  cup  melted  butter  or 
f  ine.  Sift  2  cups  flour,  3  teaspoons 
I  powder  and  1  teaspoon  salt  to- 
I  Add  dry  ingredients  to  first  mix- 
lid  blend.  Add  1  cup  chopped  nuts 
i  cup  crushed  pineapple  (do  not 
I  Stir  just  enough  to  combine.  Pour 
I  into  a  greased  bread  pan,  4"  x  8". 
In  a  moderate  oven,  350°  F.,  for  1 
HMakes  1  medium-size  loaf. 

DATE  LOAF 

o  3^-pound  packages  pitted  dates 
eces  with  scissors.  Dissolve  2  tea- 
baking  soda  in  2  cups  boiling  wa- 
>ur  over  dates  and  let  stand  until 
Bis  cool — about  15  minutes.  Cream 
1)  butter  or  margarine  with  2  cups 
R  thorotighly.    Add   2  well-beaten 
Ipift  4  cups  cake  flour  with  Yi  tea- 


spoon salt,  Yl  teaspoon  nutmeg  and  Y2 
teaspoon  cinnamon.  Take  about  %  cup 
of  these  dry  ingredients  and  mix  with  1 
cup  chopped  nuts.  Add  rest  to  creamed 
mixture  alternately  with  the  water  on 
the  dates.  Beat  smooth.  Add  dates  and 
floured  nuts  last.  Mix  thoroughly.  Pour 
into  2  greased  bread-loaf  pans  and  bake  in 
moderate  oven,  350°  F.,  until  done — 
about  1  hour  and  15  minutes.  Slice  and 
serve  warm  with  whipped  cream  as  a  des- 
sert. 

We  like  it  sliced  cold — particularly  the 
second  day — for  sandwiches.  Delicious 
with  a  cream-cheese-and-ginger  filling. 
Recipe  makes  2  loaves. 

Here's  a  biscuit  trick  to  try  for  Sun- 
day-night supper  when  you're  having 
just  a  hearty  salad. 

CHEESE-FLAKE  RING 

Prepare  a  baking-powder-biscuit  dough 
using  3  cups  flour,  1  teaspoon  salt,  4}-£ 
teaspoons  baking  powder,  6  tablespoons 
shortening  and  1  cup  and  2  tablespoons 
milk.  Add  %  cup  grated  sharp  Cheddar 
cheese  to  the  sifted  dry  ingredients.  Chop 
in  shortening  fine.  Add  milk  and  stir  to- 
gether with  a  fork.  Roll  out  to  J^-inch 
thickness  on  floured  board.  Cut  with  a 
small  biscuit  cutter,  1%  inches  in  diam- 
eter. 

Brush  each  circle  with  melted  butter 
or  margarine  and  dip  in  finely  grated 
cheese.  Place  the  circles  together,  edges 
down,  in  a  well-greased  small  ring  mold. 
Continue  until  ring  is  filled.  Bake  in  a  hot 
oven,  425°  F.,  about  20  minutes,  or  until 
nicely  browned.  Turn  out  and  serve  hot. 
Needs  no  buttering  when  eaten.  Use  a 
biscuit  mix  to  save  time. 

Some  women  say  they  just  can't  make 
a  good  cake.  Mrs.  Rylander,  for  instance, 
shies  away  from  this  department — says 
hers  taste  good  but  do  not  look  pretty. 
But  given  a  good  recipe  and  just  a  little 
know-how,  anyone  can  make  a  good  cake 
that  is  beautiful  too.  Here  are  two  easy- 
to-make  cakes  that  we  call  everyday 
cakes.  Both  turn  out  light  as  feathers — 
won't  let  you  down — the  kind  of  cakes  to 
stir  up  often.  The  youngsters,  I  think, 
will  like  the  spicecake  best  if  left  un- 
frosted. 

QUICK  SPICECAKE 

Sift  together  into  a  mixing  bowl  1 Y2  cups 
flour,  1  cup  sugar,  Yl  teaspoon  salt,  1  tea- 
spoon baking  soda,  1  teaspoon  cloves,  2 
teaspoons  cinnamon  and  teaspoon  nut- 
meg. Add  Y2  cup  shortening,  1  unbeaten 
egg,  and  1  cup  sour  milk  or  1  cup  butter- 
milk. (For  best  results,  all  these  ingredi- 
ents should  be  at  room  temperature.  The 
texture  of  any  cake,  for  that  matter,  is 
better  if  you  always  remember  to  set  out 
your  ingredients  ahead  of  time.)  All  there 
is  to  the  mixing  of  this  cake  is  beating  ev- 
erything up  together  until  smooth.  Pour 
into  a  greased  8-inch-square  loaf  pan  and 
bake  in  a  moderate  oven,  350°  F.,  for 
35-40  minutes. 

If  you  like  raisins  in  your  spicecake, 
save  out  2  tablespoons  of  the  IY2  cups 
flour  and  mix  with  Y2  cup  seedless  raisins. 
Stir  in  the  floured  raisins  last. 

RED  DEVIL'S-FOOD  CAKE 

Sift  2  cups  cake  flour  with  Y2  cup  cocoa,  1 
teaspoon  baking  soda  and  Y2  teaspoon 
salt.  Cream  %  cup  butter  or  margarine 
with  1  teaspoon  vanilla  and  \Yi  cups 
sugar  until  light  and  fluffy.  Add  2  well- 
beaten  eggs;  beat  until  blended.  Add  Un- 
sifted dry  ingredients  alternately  with  '  2 
cup  buttermilk  or  sour  milk,  beating  well 
after  each  addition.  Now  pour  in  Yl  cup 
boiling  water  and  beat  until  smooth.  Di- 
vide into  two  deep  8-inch  layer-cake  pans 
which  have  been  greased,  lined  with  wax 
paper  and  greased  again.  Bake  in  moder- 
ate oven,  350°  F.,  for  35  minutes.  Let 
stand  5  minutes.  Turn  out  on  racks.  Cool. 
Frost  with  7-minute  or  boiled  icing. 


Desserts  to  de tight. . .  and 
a  change  evert/ night/ 

(QUICK  TREATS  FOR  THE  FAMILY  IN  ALL ^  SURPRISE  PACKAGES/) 


'A 


COOL,  CREAMY 
RENNET  DESSERT! 

"Small  fry"  enjoy  the  family's  favorite  milk 
d  strt,  blausi  L  caster  to  *J*j££* 
alone'  Made  in  a  minute-topped  with  straw 
t^sTe  "Junket"  Rennet  or 
unfavored  "Junket"  Rennet  Tablets. 


ICE  CREAM  TAKES 
THE  CAKE  THIS  WAY  I 

An  ice  cream  and  cake  sandwich  is  so  easy  with 
Junket"  FRF,z,n«  Mtx!  Mix  with  rn  and 

Srtsiith  e^ratedmtlk,  tool  4  flavors. 


TAKE  THE  DRUDGERY 
OUT  OF  FUDGE-RY! 

"Junket"  Quick  Fudge  Mix  plus  water  and 
butter  Jves  you  creamy  fudge  in  just  4  m.nute 
u^kl  It's  the  only  pre-cooked  mtx! 
Add  nutt  to'chocolate-cherry  tops  to  pen- 
uche!  For  frostings  and  sauces,  too. 


FREE 


Send  for  free  recipes  .0  "The  "Junke.'  Folks." 
Department  L30.  Little  Fall,,  New  York. 


IT'S  A  "PEACH"  OF  A 
DANISH  DESSERT! 

A  new  flavor— a  mew  favorite  .  .  . 
this  sparkling  raspberry-currant- 
flavored  pudding  that  melts  in  your 
mouth!  Quick  to  fix — boil  one  minute 
with  water  and  chill!  Try  adding  peach 
slices  to  "JuNKhr"  Danish  Dessert 
and  serve  with  cream — it's  festive  fare] 

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LANE'S  END 

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gave  to  his  music  the  poignancy  of  human 
utterance.  "Do  you  love  me?"  he  asked, 
the  note  rising  high  and  tremulous  to  a 
questioning  close,  then,  tenderly, "  Really?"; 
again  more  softly,  "Truly,"  in  assent. 

She  felt  a  foolish  tightness  of  envy  in  her 
throat.  Where  had  the  small  russet  bird 
found  such  an  ecstasy  as  she,  who  could  weep 
for  it,  must  miss? 

A  sentimental  lane,  thought  Diana,  giving 
her  mind  and  her  lips  to  salutary  irony.  As 
though  that  mockery  had  sinned  against  the 
spirit  of  the  lane,  she  came  at  once  upon  its 
punishment.  Swerving  to  avoid  a  rut,  she 
went  down  into  a  smooth-surfaced  pit  of 
sand.  Neither  backing  nor  filling  did  any- 
thing but  deepen  the  slippery  trough  in 
which  her  wheels  spun  helplessly.  Getting 
out  to  push  branches  under  the  tires  was 
futile  labor.  Every  move  she  made  intensified 
her  plight. 

Serves  me  right.  Why  do  I  always  have  to  be  a 
fool?  Maybe  when  Ronnie  takes  charge  of  me, 
I'll  learn  something. 


For  hadn't  Ronald  told  her  that 
live  exactly  where  she  pleased? 

And  this  house  was  for  sale.  Sh<| 
the  shallow  steps,  crossed  the  stone  I 
pressed  a  button  beside  the  widj 
paneled  door,  noticing  as  she  did 
stood  an  inch  ajar.  There  was  no  lig.1 
although  day  had  now  turned  to  du 

She  fang  and  waited;  then,  fancy! 
open  door  an  unspoken  invitation! 
come  in,"  she  obeyed  and  found  htl 
hall  that  ran  straight  to  the  easteif 
the  house  and  showed,  through 
doors,  a  view  of  flowers  and  lawn  aj 
ward-stepping  trees. 

A  staircase  swept  down  nobll 
graceful  in  the  rectangular  perfectil 
hall.  Doors  stood  open  to  rooms  that| 
her  with  a  glimpse  of  faded  color ; 
quietness.  She  saw  woven  rugs,  a| 
ther's  clock,  old  high-backed  chair 

After  that,  she  saw  that  a  man  wa 
toward  her  i 


She  dusted  off  her 
hands  and  looked 
about  her.  This  time 
her  reasons  were  not 
sentimental,  but 
strictly  utilitarian. 
There  was  a  fence, 
and  that  meant  hab- 
itation. Since  to 
reach  her  sand  trap 
she  had  passed  no 
gate,  she  now  went 
forward. 

Almost  at  once  she 
lost  sight  of  her  car 
and  seemed,  at  that 
instant,  to  lose  sight 
of  her  own  past  and 
its  expected  future. 
She  was  in  the  present 
merely,  just  a  girl  fol- 
lowing an  old,  gray, 
crooked  fence. 

She  climbed  a  hill, 
and  at  the  top  there 
was  a  gate.  On  it,  to 
her  dismay,  there  was 
nailed  up  a  sign,  "  For 
Sale."  She  was  reas- 
sured, however,  when 
she  had  passed  the 
gate,  to  discover  that 
the  driveway  beyond, 
though  in  need  of 
weeding  and  repair, 

was  not  the  path  to  a  deserted  house.  There 
were  fresh  horse  tracks.  Someone  had 
recently  ridden  out  and  back.  The  rider 
might  now  be  at  his  supper.  Her  watch  told 
her  it  was  already  a  farmer's  supper  hour.  Sun 
was  down,  color  fading. 

She  came  upon  a  steep  and  winding  ascent 
and  was  upon  a  house  front  suddenly.  A 
pillared  porch  draped  with  the  long  blue 
blossoms  of  wistaria  and  crowded  snugly 
about  with  bushes.  And,  before  it,  past  the 
darker  pillars  of  the  pine,  a  view  as  wide  as 
the  sea;  a  view  which  she  seemed  to  have 
needed  all  her  life. 

For  one  absurd  instant,  Diana  suffered  a 
strong  impulse  toward  retreat.  She  had  that 
eerie  sensation  of  having  known  the  house, 
the  pines,  that  western  horizon  too  well. 
There  might  be  further  mischief  for  her  here. 
Hut  oh,  how  beautiful!  The  house  front,  low 
and  long,  pleasantly  gabled,  its  shingled  rtxjf 
softened  by  time  and  weather,  its  walls  of 
golden  stucco  and  rosy  brick,  tall  chimneys, 
cherokee  roses  in  flat  bkx.m  across  white  lat- 
tices, with  starry  jasmine  too  sweet  for  so- 
briety. 

The  chill  left  her.  She  had  never,  of  course, 
seen  this  house,  these  trees,  this  view.  They 
looked  familiar  only  because  they  fitted  ex- 
actly into  the  pattern  of  a  dream,  as  a  cherry 
fits  the  mouth  pursed  to  receive  it.  This  was 
the  very  country,  the  very  place,  the  very 
hou  i  she  would  have  wanted  for  her  own,  and 
a  wave  of  flclu'litcfl  blood  ran  into  her  face. 


By  Eleanor  Alletta  Cnaffee 

No  matter  what  I  do, 

No  matter  if  I  weep, 
Swearing  my  heart  was  never 

Given  you  to  keep, 
Lock  fast  the  door  in  autumn, 

Draw  shade  against  the  light. 
I  may  get  over  dreaming 

Once  waked  to  morning  light. 

No  matter  how  I  beg  you, 

With  tarnished  pride,  to  go, 
Stop  both  my  ears  to  fiddles 

That  on  the  north  winds  blow 
I  will  learn,  I  swear  it, 
To  keep  a  tidy  room, 
To  weave  my  dreams  in  color 
Upon  a  quiet  loom. 

No  matter  what  I  tell  you 

You  must  remember  this: 
A  gypsy  will  keep  a  bargain 
Whose  payment  was  a  kiss. 

★  ★★★★★★★★ 


hall.  At  thatl 
stant,  she  sail 
self,  astol 
Ronald  Ashel 
mediately  «| 
how  such 
could  possitl 
come  into  H 
since  there  1 1 
surely  in  all  t| 
been  anyontj 
ferent.  It  I 
that  the  marl 
to  marry  so  I 
her  conscious.! 
his  image  ha 
pushed  aside  j 
to  make  root] 
other  mascu| 
ality.  Ronald 
big  man,  wit'l 
blondish  hairj 
square,  rudd 
large,  blue, 
opened  eyes  j 
mouth  that 
always  to  havl 
good  humor 
confidence,  s 
This  man  no\» 
her  was  tall, 
sure, but  very! 
moved  with  a 
graceful  despi 
He  had  a  nam 
narrow  eyes,  half  closed  by  the  same 
indifference,  was  dark  of  skin  and  hai 
Seeing  her  there  inside  his  house, 
stopped  short  and  for  a  long  curious 
they  faced  each  other  in  a  medium  as 
as  sea  water,  in  a  lonely  world. 

"What  can  I  do  for  you,  ma'an 
spoke  softly  as  though  there  were  s< 
not  to  be  disturbed.  "I  heard  the  d< 
but  I  was  too  far  off  and  had  to  ke 
waiting." 

"Only  I  didn't  wait."  Diana  smiled, 
and  apologetic.  "  I  fancied  because  yoi 
was  open  that  I  was  expected  to  wa 
which  is  nonsense,  of  course,  and  just 
cuse  for  my  impatience  to  see  the  in 
your  lovely  house." 

He  stiffened. "  Oh.  You  came  because 
sign  at  the  gate."  And  he  added,  "For 
"No.  That  isn't  the  reason.  My 
stuck  in  the  sand  about  half  a  milt 
your  entrance.  I  came  to  ask  if  you 
help  me  to  get  out  or  allow  me  t( 
phone  to  some  garage  for  help.  I'm 
way  north  from  Florida.  I  was  tempt ' 
of  the  highway  by  the  dogwood  at  the  I 
ing  of  your  lane.  I  was  planning  to  ef 
Slipper  somewhere  in  the  pines.' 

A  tat-tat-too  of  high-heeled  rapid! 
came  down  from  alx>ve,  and  a  small  figil 
in  ared  ii|x>n  the  stairs  and  unmet 
joined  them,  talking  as  it  came.  A  little 
woman,  very  pretty,  pagc-lxibbcd, 
sleeveless  rayon  dress  of  bright  rose. 

(Continued  on  I'agc  2Z0) 


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"  Why  didn't  you  call  me,  Jake?  "  she  cried 
in  the  voice  of  a  wind-tossed  bird.  "Someone 
to  look  at  the  house?" 

He  answered  slowly,  "No.  It's  a  tourist 
stuck  in  the  sand  out  on  our  road,  on  her 
way  north  from  Florida.  She  needs  help." 

Life  dropped  out  of  the  girl's  tense  figure, 
color  left  the  paint  vivid  on  her  face.  She  was 
immediately  the  embodiment  of  languor  and 
indifference.  "That's  cert'nly  too  bad,"  she 
drawled;  the  bird  note  had  left  her  throat. 
"Jake — uh— will  have  to  go  down  and  pull 
you  out.  This — uh — sand  is  right  trappy." 
She  had  the  Southern  trick  of  causeless 
hesitation,  using  those  throaty  syllables. 

Diana  turned  to  the  man.  "Will  you  be 
good  enough?  I  believe  one  push  from  your 
car  would  do  it." 

He  said  cheerfully,  more  alert  now  than  his 
wife,  "  I  reckon  a  team  would  be  a  better  bet. 
Horses  don't  have  slick  tires."  And  moved 
toward  the  door  opposite  her  entrance,  she 
following  him. 

They  went  down  without  speech  to  a  ram- 
shackle barn,  an  empty,  none  too  tidy  farm- 
yard and  a  gray  house.  He  led  out  two  hand- 
some horses,  a  gray  and  a  brown. 

"Brad,  my  farmer,  is  away  right  now. 
Gone  to  town  to  market  the  berries.  But  it 
won't  take  me  long  to  harness  up." 

"Let  me  help.  I  used  to  know  how  to  do 
that.  I  had  a  grandfather  up  in  New  England 
who  fancied  himself  a  farmer.  He  never  made 
a  penny,  but  it  seemed  to  me  then,  and  still 
does,  the  perfect  life." 

"  It's  not  bad,  if  you  don't  have  to  make  a 
penny  or  can  afford  to  lose  your  pennies  bad 
years.  Someone  defined  a  farmer  as  'a  man 
who  likes  to  be  in  debt.'  " 

They  traveled  toward  the  gate,  seated  side 
by  side  on  a  high,  jouncing  board  seat. 

"What  a  beautiful  still  world."  She  spoke 
as  softly  as  she  could.  "After  three  days  of 
highway  traffic,  it's  unbelievable." 

"It's  quiet,"  he  said. 

"Too  quiet  for  your  taste?" 

He  turned  in  his  seat.  "No,"  he  said.  And 
she  thought,  He  can't  know  how  his  eyes  speak! 

"Maybe  for  your  wife's  taste." 

"Well — she's  young." 

And  what.shethought,  in  heaven's  name,  are 
you?  But  aloud,  "Young  and  very  pretty." 

He  looked  at  her  wordlessly  and  she  knew 
that  he  thought  Diana  Farr  was  beautiful. 

Nearing  the  gate,  she  said,  "What  a  shame 
to  sell  a  place  like  this!"  and  he  answered, 
"Yes."  Never  had  she  known  a  man  who 
used  his  monosyllables  more  expressively. 

When  they  reached  the  gate,  he  gave  her 
the  reins  and  climbed  down  to  open  it.  She 
drove  through  carefully,  holding  her  breath. 
The  beasts  with  their  great  rippling  rumps 
and  high-arched  shaggy  necks  were  incal- 
culable. Not  like  a  machine,  under  control, 
subject  to  lever,  crank  and  brake.  She  could 
not  guess  what  sudden  rebellion  might  fire 
their  slavishness.  She  felt  all  through  her  the 
tremor  of  their  terrible  strength. 

He  came  up  to  her  again  smiling.  "You 
look  sort  of  scared,"  he  said. 

She  flushed,  but  did  not  deny  it. 

It  was  a  few  minutes  after  that — her  car  in 
sight — when  he  turned  sharply  about  and 
gave  her  a  strange,  startled  look,  immediately 
withdrawn.  She  bent  aside  her  own  identical 
quick  stare.  He  felt  it  too!  A  stranger?  No. 
I've  known  you  for  a  thousand  years.  Here,  per- 
haps, was  the  reason  for  her  escape,  the  mes- 
sage of  the  little  lane.  She  couldn't  speak. 
After  all,  until  an  hour  ago,  she  had  never 
seen  this  man.  But  he  was  saying,  staring 
now  ahead  of  him : 

"I  guess  such  things  do  happen  after  all." 

"Such  things  "  No,  she  wouldn't  ask 

him.  I  ler  heart  was  moving  queerly,  rather  as 
though  it  tipped  and  spilled  some  of  its  con- 
tents crazily.  It  meant  nothing.  She  was  in  a 
world  of  no  meanings,  a  random  world  of 
mere  sensation  like  the  world  of  a  child. 

Her  car  came  out  of  its  pit  obediently  at 
the  end  of  a  chain. 

"You'll  come  back  for  sup|>er.  It's  about 
ready."  His  tone  was  not  questioning.  It  had 
more  the  sound  of  a  prayer. 

She  found  herself  willingly  his  guest.  She 
wanted  to  see  the  house.  She  wanted  to  go 


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over  it.  She  must  presently  announce  herself 
as  "a  prospect."  But  for  some  reason  she  was 
loath  to  do  so.  He  was  so  evidently  glad  to  be 
host  with  no  ax  to  grind. 

She  thought,  They  don't  see  many  people  of 
his  sort.  He  would  like  to  have  visitors.  He'd  be 
rather  stately  about  it.  Old-fashioned.  A  touch 
formal.  But  very  charming.  He  might  even  be 
gay;  I  wouldn't  wonder.  He's  one  of  the  peo- 
ple— like  me — who  hate  crowds  and  gabble  and 
wouldn't  care  a  lot  for  visiting,  but  who  would 
adore  to  "dispense  hospitality."  And  she  found 
herself  remembering  a  phrase — from  Li  Po, 
wasn't  it? — about  honor  for  a  thousand 
years,  and  wondered  what  in  him  had 
brought  it  to  her  mind.  It  had  something  to 
do  with  hospitality,  perhaps.  She  couldn't  re- 
member the  context.  She'd  have  to  look  it  up 
when  she  got  home — and  at  that,  sharply,  the 
end  of  her  journey  and  its  purpose  stood  up 
before  her  and  she  thrust  it  hastily  aside. 
Wasn't  this  to  be  her  last  adventure?  Her 
last — the  word  darted  into  and  out  of  her 
consciousness  before  she  could  check  or 
change  it — her  last  escape? 

She  was  now  in  her  car  driving  up  to  the 
house,  arriving,  of  course,  long  before  his 
team  and  its  disposal  could  bring  him,  and 
she  took  advantage  of  his  absence  to  present 
herself  to  his  wife  as  a  prospective  buyer.  Her 
first  words,  "  My  name's  Diana  Farr.  I  won- 
der if  you  have  time  before  supper  to  take 
me  over  the  house,"  sent  electricity  through 
the  body  of  her  hostess,  deepening  the  blue 
of  her  eyes,  drawingbright  color  to  her  cheeks. 
Her  mouth  actually  trembled,  had  to  stiffen 
itself. 

"Oh,  yes!" 

"You  see,  I  did  read  your  sign  on  the  gate 
and  I  am  actually  looking  for  a  place.  And  I 


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do  love  this  country  and  this  situation,"  she 
told  her. 

"Sure  enough?  Yes,  indeed,  there's — uh — 
lots  of  time.  Supper  can  wait  a  bit.  Jake's 
bound  to  be  late." 

She  pattered,  heels  and  tongue.  She  had 
the  garrulity  of  Southern  women  heightened 
by  the  excitement  of  her  hope.  The  poor  kid! 
She  wants  desperately  to  get  out.  And  away.  I 
wonder  if  it's  from  her  husband  loo.  The  house 
is  a  prison  to  her.  Is  he  a  jailer?  But  what  a 
lovely  prison,  and  he — that  mysterious  and 
wistful  boy! 

Up  and  down,  into  this  room  and  that: 
attic;  servants'  wing,  pitifully  bare;  linen 
room,  garage,  back  to  the  bedroom  Diana 
asked  to  see  again.  It  faced  the  east  and  she 
thought,  The  name  of  the  chamber  is  Peace. 

None  of  the  house  was  shabby.  The  girl 
with  the  energy  of  her  desperate  hope  had 
kept  her  prison  clean,  well  ordered;  every- 
thing had  been  swept,  polished,  painted  and 
laundered. 

"It's  sort  of — uh— old-fashioned,  but  it's 
right  comfortable,  Miss  Farr.  I  keep  telling 
Jake— Jacob  Elliot's  his  name;  I'm  Gabrielle, 
I  come  from  further  south.  A  big  town.  I 
cert'nly  used  to  have  fun  there.  I  knew  every- 
body. Lots  of  beaus.  You  know  how  it  is.  But 
I  keep  telling  Jake  that  a  person  with  right 
artistic  taste  would  like  the  house  just  the 
way  it  is.  He  fancies  Yank— uh— Northern- 
ers would  want  everything  done  up-to-date 
with  all  the  modern  gadgets  and  whatever. 
But  I  say  to  sell  a  house  like  this  at  all  is  just 
a  sort  of  gambling  proposition— uh— and  you 
have  to  be  lucky  and  find  the  person  for  it.  If 
you  know  what  I  mean.  It's  like  something 
that  just  clicks— a  person  and  a  house,  I  al- 
ways say."  She  sighed  quick  and  deep.  "This 
house  and  me— though  it's  beautiful  and 
sort  of  like  Jake  and  all  that— we  just  never 
did  click,  I  reckon." 

/  wonder  why  not,  Diana  thought,  and, 
How  she  gives  herself  away,  poor  little  thing. 
She  heard  the  front  door  open  and  Jacob 
Elliot's  returning  eager  steps. 

"Won't  you — uh — go  right  on  down?" 
said  Gabrielle.  "I  won't  be  a  minute.  Jake's 
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a.  11  just — uh — run  down  the  back 
id  he  to  supper." 

hj  come  to  stand  beside  her. 

w  ed,  took  courage  in  her  hands, 

b  ith.  "Your  wife,"  she  said,  "has 

10  ng  me  the  house.  She  wants  ter- 

0  :11  the  place,  doesn't  she?  She 
tq;o  away.  She  wants  to  go  back 

11  ne  town.  She  ...  I  think  she 
ht  Sandhills." 

i.  ie  hates  "  He  was  peering  at 

n<  ig  beside  her,  hands  in  his  pockets, 
ii  tied  speech  completed  itself  pain- 
h  imagination. 

©  :ssed  herself  with  difficulty.  "  I— I 
31  ed." 

lii  lothing.  She  forced  herself  to  meet 

11  come  down,  Miss  Farr,"  cried 

1  lice  of  Gabrielle  below,  "supper's 
tS  e.  And  I  think  you  should  plan  to 
±  night  hyah  cert'nly^  It's  too  late 
||"  you  to  get  in  any  place  at  all." 
a  ew  her  eyes  from  the  deep  wound 
it  went  down  the  stairs. 

wit  a  restless  night  in  the  chamber 
nie  should  have  been  Peace.  The 
;  d  been  an  experience  of  incompre- 
Bi  astration.  Gabrielle  and  she  sat  on 
I:  while,  indoors,  Jacob  played  on 
it  It  was  a  voice  that  spoke  to  her, 
il  elle's  chatter  perpetually  inter- 

a  ied  to  check  the  endless  communi- 
r  )h,  let's  listen.  Please.  How  beauti- 
jays!" 

I,  e  studied  in  Paris.  It's  his  hobby; 
I  ought  to  have  been  his  career  if  he 
Bin  so  stuck  on 


I  lis  old  home — 
i  /ah.  This  farm 
n  pay,  especially 
tithe  berry  crop, 
c  ligh  prices.  All  a 
Ipuld  need  is  a 
pal  to  meet  high 
li  put  in  more 
t  taybe  you'd  care 

|er  a  day,  Miss  Farr,  and  see  the 
B  would  be  proud  to  show  it  to  you. 
r  setup — uh — for  a  person  with  capi- 
1— he's  our  farmer  on  a  tenant 
I  says  a  person  could  make  a  right 
)  noney." 

lent  on  to  the  accompaniment  of 
Ivill  in  the  dark  and  that  yearning 
liindoors. 

I|e  went  in  to  answer  a  telephone 
lit  once  the  visitor  moved  away  as 
■terrace,  which  ran  the  full  length  of 
I  allowed.  She  stood  in  the  darkness 
['.shafts  of  the  house  lights  and  the 
I  the  flying  moon.  Gabrielle  might 
[d  gone  to  bed.  She  had  been  shown 
I  ig  quarters  and  had  a  traveler's  ex- 
i  veariness.  In  fact,  returning,  the 
t  elaine  gave  the  terrace  one  per- 
I  ook  and  disappeared.  But  the  mu- 


le  out,  walked  to  the  terrace  edge 
1  there.  Presently  he  sighed,  lit  a 
ind  moved  along  the  bricks  between 
n  wall  and  the  pungent  box  until  he 
■side  her.  She  had  not  realized  he 

I  whereabouts. 

I I  live  here — alone?"  he  murmured. 
. 'm  to  be  married." 

S'n  instant  during  which  she  felt  the 
K  observation  of  his  eyes  groping 
he  dimness,  "And — and  your  hus- 
'  e  suggested, 
ilnean  " 

oiild  want  to  live  here?" 
plls  me  he'll  live  wherever  I  wish, 
jiappy  where  I  am." 
j'hat's  what  Gaby  once  told  me."  He 
j/ent  the  whole  length  of  the  house 
land  back,  passing  through  the  bars 
n  light  into  and  out  of  darkness  so 
•thought  again  of  a  cage.  But  it  was 
ge,  surely.  It  was  his  wife's.  If  Diana 
;  as  a  liberator,  it  was  for  Gabrielle's 
'teside  her  again,  "You've  made  up 
Id,"  he  said. 

It's  something  like ...  a  compulsion. 
1 1  must  live  in  this  house.  I  never  felt 


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like  that  before.  This  is  ...  my  home.  I  felt  it 
at  once.  That  must  mean  something.  The 
lantr  called  to  me.  I  believe  that  such  mean- 
ings cannot  safely  be  ignored.  Don't  you?" 
"Yes." 

They  stood,  Jacob  and  his  guest,  and 
looked  at  the  clouds,  the  running  moon,  the 
trees  that  began  to  swing  mightily.  Until  she 
could  not  bear  his  mute  pain  a  moment 
longer,  murmured  her  good  night  and  fled. 

All  night  at  intervals  she  talked  sense  to 
her  foolish  mind  Why  should  it  torment  her, 
Diana  Farr,  that  a  strange  man  should  be 
driven  by  a  wife  who  very  obviously  no 
longer  loved  him  to  surrender  his  home? 
What  business  was  it  of  hers?  What  did  she 
know  of  the  life  he  led  his  Gabrielle  in  this 
stillness?  Diana,  who  understood  restlessness, 
ought  to  be  glad  to  offer  a  trapped  sister  such 
a  rescue.  It  would  be  the  only  chance  for 
their  marriage.  If  Gabrielle  was  disappointed 
in  this  sale,  if  she  was  forced  to  live  on  in  this 
house  with  him,  she  would  divorce  him,  run 
away.  She  was  already  at  the  breaking  point. 
And  he — the  dreamer — if  he  should  be  forced 
into  exile,  if  he  went  back  to  her  big  town 
with  her,  he'd  take  up  the  pattern  of  his 
dreaming  even  there.  He  would  be  grateful  to 
the  intruder  in  the  end,  to  the  solver  of  his 
problem,  of  his  tragedy.  And  someday, 
surely,  she  would  be  able  to  forget  his  eyes. 

Breakfast  was  lively  with  Gabrielle's  brisk 
chatter.  Not  until  she  was  actually  on  her  way 
to  the  front  door,  her  bag  already  in  the  car, 
did  Diana  wheel,  fling  out  her  hands  and  cry 
aloud,  "  I  can't.  I  can't  do  it.  It's  not  for  me." 

A  dead,  sudden  stillness  took  possession  of 
the  house.  Then  Gabrielle's  voice  creaked, 
^^^^^^     broke  disastrously.  "You 
^ ™     mean  —  you've  decided 
now — that  you  don't  want 
the  place?" 

"Oh,  yes.  After  accept- 
ing your  hospitality  and 
looking  at  everything.  I'm 
horribly  ashamed.  I  .  .  . 
there's  nothing  for  me  to 
say  now  but  good-by  and 
nothing  to  do  but  to  get  out  as  quickly  as  I 
can.  Oh,  why  did  I  ever  turn  into  that  lane? 
It  was  a  sort  of  trap,  I  do  believe.  Will  you 
let  me  pay  for  my  lodging?  Just  to  make  me 
feel  a  little  less  ashamed?  Oh,  no,  I  oughtn't 
to  have  said  that.  Forgive  me,  please." 

The  girl's  face  was  beaky  and  blanched 
with  fury  and  with  hate.  But  they  were  not 
for  Diana,  they  were  for  her  husband.  At  him 
she  looked  and  to  him,  as  though  they  were 
alone  in  some  sort  of  narrow  inferno,  she 
spoke.  Diana  in  her  confusion  heard  the 
speech  with  her  ears,  but  not  with  her  mind. 
It  was  not  until  later,  many  long  hours  later 
that  it  struck  through  the  gathering  darkness 
of  herown  inferno  with  a  radiance  of  hope.  For 
Gabrielle,  speaking  through  clenched  teeth, 
had  said,"  You  know,  Jake,  this  is  the  end.  You 
know  what  I  mean,  Jake.  This  is  the  end." 

She  thought  that  he  had  broken  some 
promise  he  must  have  given  her  to  keep  his 
hands  off  any  prospective  sale.  But  what 
could  Diana  say?  Surely  not,  "He  didn't  say 
a  word.  It  wasn't  his  fault  that  I  could  read 
his  silence  and  his  eyes.  It  wasn't  his  fault 
that  our  minds  were  open  to  each  other  in- 
stantly." No,  there  was  nothing  now,  indeed, 
for  her  to  say  but  just,  "Good-by." 

Jacob  followed  her  out  to  the  car  and  stood 
there.  His  eyes  were  in  a  strange  and  tragic 
blaze.  Her  own  were  held  by  them  until  her 
engine  drew  her— tore  her— away. 

Slowly  she  moved  out  into  the  lane  and 
down  its  windings  until  she  saw  a  glittering 
end  like  a  tin  disk  across  which  the  traffic 
flickered.  Before  she  left  the  shadows  and  the 
murmur  and  the  peace,  she  turned  off  her  en- 
gine and  stood  still. 

And  there,  again,  the  thrush.  "Do  you  love 
me?"  .  . .  "Really?"  . .  .  "Truly?" 

For  her,  pain  and  remorse,  no  longer  such  a 
journey's  end  as  marriage  with  Ronald  Ashe. 
There  might  be  rather  a  fantastic  hope  de- 
ferred, a  faith  unjustified,  and— for  not  yet 
could  she  remember  Gabrielle's  knife  voice 
turning  into  the  heart  of  her  marriage— lone 
liness.  But  now  that  song  was  in  her  heart. 
Tears  and  ecstasy.  Now,  at  the  lane's  end,  at 
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honesty  and  no  hesitation.  "That's  lovely!  Bring  them  along."'  All  vou 
need  for  such  a  response  are  a  few  very  simple  but  quite  special  and 
expansible  buffet  menus  you  can  turn  to.  They're  reallv  essential — after 
all.  we  can  t  always  confine  our  dinner  parties  to  six  or  eight  people. 

The  one  I  will  give  you  this  time  is  my  favorite  stand-bv  when  a 
party  has  grow  n  out  of  bounds  for  anything  but  buffet  service. 

For  the  appetizer,  a  spread  or  dip  made  of  minced  clams,  cream  cheese 
and  various  seasonings.  This  is  .so  good  and  very  simple  to  prepare.  It 
wouldn't  be  simple  if  you  started  operations  with  fresh  clams,  but  \ou 
can  use  the  canned  minced  clams  which  (Continued  on  Pas.-  226) 


Extra  guests  are  no  problem 
at  all  when  yon  plan  this 
expansible  buffet  menu, 
simple  to  cook  and  serve. 


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on  this  homemade  vaU 
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choice  of  fruits,  f  i  k 
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spread,  aecompam  wit 
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. . .  and  you've  had  a  busy  day.  So  serve  this  quick 
dessert— chilled  Hunt's  Heavenly  Peaches.  Keep  a 
can  in  your  refrigerator— ready  in  2  minutes! 
Quality's  high— price  is  low! 


QompcMS 

3  tbsp.  butter 

%  cup  brown  sugar 
1  tsp.  nutmeg 
1  No.  2'L-  can  Hunt's 
Peach  Halves,  drained 

4  maraschino  cherries, 
cut  in  half 

1  reeipe  plain  cake  or 
gingerbread 


...and  you  want  something  reallv  special.  Make 
this  Peach  L  pside-down  Cake  with  Hunt's  Heavenly 
Peaches.  What  compliments  you'll  get!  See  the 
easy  recipe  below. 

*  *  *  PEACH  UPSIDE-DOWN  CAKE  *  *  * 

Melt  butter  in  9xl3x2-inch  baking  pan.  Press  sugar  into 
butter.  Sprinkle  with  nutmeg.  Place  peaches  and  cherries, 
cut  side  down  on  sugar.  Cover  with  cake  or  gingerbread 
batter.  Bake  in  moderate  oven  (350°F.)  50  to  55  minutes 
or  until  done.  Makes  7  to  8  servings. 


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Hunt  Foods,  Inc.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif.    ^  + 


Hunt- 

for  the  best 


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are  delicious,   inexpensive  and  available 
everywhere.  For  dipping  or  spreading  we'll 
have  plenty  of  crisp  potato  chips  and  pretzel 
sticks. 

The  main  dish,  cassoulet.  is  practically  a 
meal  in  itself.  It  is  a  hearty  casserole  of  pea 
beans,  lamb,  slices  of  garlic  sausage  and 
hunks  of  bacon,  all  built  up  in  layers.  It  can 
be  prepared  for  baking  in  advance  and  put  in 
a  low  oven  about  two  hours  before  serving 
time.  You  don't  have  to  worry  about  snatch- 
ing it  out  of  the  oven  the  minute  you  think  it 
is  done,  because  a  little  extra  cooking  won't 
hurt  it  a  bit.  There  are  a  number  of  varia- 
tions of  this  famous  dish,  cassoulet.  Pea 
beans,  lamb,  sausage  and  fat  meat,  either 
bacon  or  salt  pork,  are  constants,  but  in  addi- 
tion to  these  ingredients  some  recipes  add 
roast  pork,  goose,  and  the  neck  of  a  duck 
stuffed  with  sausage.  Needless  to  say,  if  all 
these  ingredients  are  used  the  result  is  a  rich 
dish  indeed— too  rich  for  digestion,  I  think, 
and  terrificly  fussy  to  make.  I  like  my  more 
simple  recipe,  and  I  hope  you  will  too. 

Sharing  honors  with  the  cassoulet  there 
will  be  a  salad  platter  of  greens  and  cold 
cooked  vegetables.  We  can  make  it  look  so 
pretty,  with  a  center 


of  broccoli  vinaigrette 
surrounded  by  let- 
tuce cups  holding  car- 
rots and  celery  root 
cut  into  little  sticks. 
If  celery  root,  celery 
knob  or  celeriac — 
they  all  mean  the 
same  thing  —  isn't 
available,  white  tur- 
nips can  be  used  in- 
stead. Chunks  of  gar- 
lic bread  will  com- 
plete the  main  course, 
and  do  a  mighty  good 
job  of  it  too.  I  sup- 
pose there  are  people 
who  don't  like  garlic 
bread,  but  I  don't 
seem  to  catch  up  with 
them.  After  that  re- 
mark maybe  they  will 
with  me. 

Now  we're  ready 
for  dessert — home- 
made vanilla  ice 
cream  with  a  melange 
of  fruit.  This  will  be 
a  refrigerator  ice 
cream;  and  I've  been 
eager  to  pass  on  the 

recipe  because  it's  easy  to  make  and  the  tex- 
ture is  so  smooth  that  you'd  swear  it  had 
been  turned  in  an  old-fashioned  freezer.  Not 
at  all.  You  just  pour  it  into  the  tray,  stir  it 
a  few  times  during  freezing  and  there  you 
are.  There  are  only  three  ingredients — cream, 
condensed  milk  and  vanilla  bean.  The  first 
two  are  no  trick  to  find,  and  if  you  can't  get 
a  vanilla  bean  you  can  use  vanilla  extract  in- 
stead. The  fruit  may  be  canned,  frozen  or 
fresh,  depending  on  availability  and  your 
choice. 

Does  this  sound  pretty  easy  for  a  party 
meal?  I  hope  so,  because  it  is.  The  recipes 
will  serve  ten  or  twelve — if  I  haven't  men- 
tioned that  before. 

CLAM-AND-CHEESE  DIP 

Drain  two  10-ounce  can*  minced  clams — the 
brolh  can  be  used  for  soup  or  clam-and- 
tomalo-juice  cocktail  for  another  meal.  Pick 
over  the  clams  and  discard  all  the  black 

double  ruflle  the)  taste  all  right,  but  they 

don  I  look  prel  1 1 . 

To  8  ounces  cream  cheese  add  .5  table- 
spoons lemon  juice.  If  tablespoon*  light  cream 
or  lop  milk.  2  tablespoons  Worcestershire 
sauce,  2  tablespoons  grated  onion,  2  table* 
spoons  calchiip,  I  tablespoon  prepared  horse- 
radish or  I  teaspoon  ilebvdrateil  horse- 
radish moistened  with  a  little  water,  I  tea- 
spoon sail  and  }/*  teaspoon  red  pepper. 
<  n  am  until  smooth,  -In  in  the  minced  i  I. mi- 
anil  la-lc  for  seasoning.  You  might  Hani  u 
III  ll<-  more  sail,  bill  remember  the  potato 
chips  and  prel /.el  slicks  ure  sully,  so  don't 
overdo  It,  ll  "ill  have  a  slightly  runny  con- 


Bistency  and  tin-  potato  chips  ani 
sticks  can  be  used  as  scoops. 

With  this  sort  of  appetizer  I 
good  idea  to  have  a  stack  of  sina 
plates  for  those  w  ho  want  In  use  i 
don't,  you'll  probably  spend  vou 
ning  from  guest  to  guest  holdin 
under  chins  while  thev  dip. 

C.ASSOl  LET 

The  main  ingredients  for  this 
shoulder  of  lamb  cut  into  small  \\ 
shoulder  chops,  1  pound  garlic  i 
pound  lean  bacon  in  a  chunk,  \<i 
rind  anil  \  cups  pea  beans. 

W  ash  and  pick  over  bean-.  coya 
water  and  let  them  soak  overnight, 
morning,  which  can  he  the  mnrnini 
parly  or  the  day  before,  drain  be 
with  cold  water  and  bring  to 
heat  to  a  very  gentle  boil  ami  add 
rind.  2  bay  leaves,  >4  teaspoon  grou 

2  teas[  is  -all.  I   teaspoon  freshly 

black  pepper,  1  whole  carrot  anC 
onion.    Cover   and    cook    until  be, 
barely  tender — about   1 hounf 
from  heat  but  do  not  drain. 

When  tH 


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A  bee  or  a  butterfly; 
Something  known 
Like  a  cherrystone, 
And  there  like  the  morning  sky. 

Something  obviously  wealthy 
With  a  bucket  of  minnows  and  fish, 
An  old  tin  pan 
From  the  handy  man, 
And  a  mouth  turned  up  like  a  wish. 

Something  sun-warm  and  rosy 
In  a  hat  wreathed  round  with  clover, 
Thoroughly  agrin 
In  its  natural  skin 
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chicken  fat  and  add  the  piece-  of  lamb  I 
over   brisk   heat   until    lamb   is  del  I 
browned.  This  will  take  a  little  time,l 
the  moisture  must  evaporate  before  I 
will  begin  to  brow  n.  W  ben  finished,  I 
with  a  little  salt. 

Drain  beans,  remove  bav  leaves, 
carrot  and  bacon  rind,  and  reserve  the 
Into  the  bottom  of  a  3  or  3  1  ■>  qut 
serole  with  a  tightly  fitting  lid  put  al 
beans,   (lover   with   a   laver  of  lam 
onion,  add  a  few  pieces  of  bacon  and  t] 
with    chopped    parslev    and  some 
ground  black  pepper.  Put  in  another) 
beans,   cover   with   slices   of  sauna;  ■ 
sprinkle  with  chopped  parslev  and  !■ 
ground  black  pepper.  Continue  with* 
layers  alternately  until  casserole  is  ful Sj  t 
ping  with  a  laver  of  sausage  rounds. 

Into  the  skillet  in  which  lamb  want1 
put  I  cup  tomato  puree  or  sauce  an' 
cups  lamb  broth.  If  your  lamb  broth1 
ores  less  than  2  1  £  cups,  fill  out  with  bil 
w  Inch  beans  were  cooked.  Bring  10  a  bol 
sail  to  I, isle,  I  teaspoon  sugar  and  M 
spoon  \IS<;  —  mono  sodium  glulaiii- 
(Chinese  seasoning  powder.  Pour  this  I 
into  casserole  s|<(wl\  so  that  layers  w< ' 
disarranged. 

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serole,  covered,  ill  a  modern ti — 350 
oven.  If  cassoulel  becomes  al  all  dr> 
baking,  add  a  lillle  beau  juice  from  ll 
lime.  W  ben  finished,  the  consistency  'I 
be  moisl  but  not  runny.  \boul  bulf  ai1 
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"Other  cheese  foods  carft 
hold  a  candle  to  Chateau?' 


declares  Elsie,  the  Qorden  Cow ! 

"If  you'd  like  a  cheese  food  with  a  real  cheese  texture 
...  a  rich,  zesty  flavor  . . . 

"If  you  want  a  cheese  that  cooks  superbly — never 
strings  or  curdles  .  . . 

"Just  try  Chateau,  my  dear!  See  if  you  don't  agree  that 
this  firmer,  richer  cheese  food  is  the  best  there  is!" 


For  sandwiches  kids  thrive  on  .  .  . 

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cold,  yet  softens  at  room  temperature 
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For  tantalizing  cheese  sauce  . . .  Cha- 
teau is  the  best-behaved  cheese  you 
ever  cooked  with! !  Just  cut  a  1/2  lb.  of 
Chateau  in  cubes,  melt  in  top  of  double 
boiler  and  slowly  add  1/2  cup  milk  for 
a  smooth,  delicious  cheese  sauce  to 
glamorize  many  a  meatless  dish. 


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For  hearty  main  dishes  .  . .  Borden's 
chooses"  the  best  of  American  cheese 
for  Chateau — not  the  second  best. 

For  a  meatless  main  dish  to  tempt 
the  fussiest  appetite,  split  round  flat 
rolls  and  top  each  half  with  2  slices 
of  Chateau.  Broil  till  Chateau  bub- 
bles and  browns,  then  put  2  cheese- 
toasted  halves  together  with  creamed 
vegetables  in  between.  Delicious! 

Do  get  Chateau  at  your  store  today. 
i/2-lb.  pkg.  (plain  or  pimento)  or  2- 

lb.  loaf.  *T.  M.  Reg.  U.  S.  Pat.  Off. 


Macaroni  begs  for 
Borden's  Grated  American 

You  just  don't  know  how  good  Macaroni 
'n  Cheese  can  be  till  you've  made  it  with 
Borden's  Grated  American  Cheese!  This 
zippy  cheese  spreads  its  lively  flavor  all 
through  the  creamy  sauce  .  .  .  melts  and 
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folks  who  know  cheese  say  "Borden's  jpleasel" 


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liefore  yon  are  ready  to  serve,  sprinkle  top 
with  a  thick  layer  of  finely  ground  dried 
bread  crumbs,  and  just  for  pretty  don't 
cover  all  the  sausage  rounds  with  crumbs. 
Dot  generously  with  butter  or  margarine  and 
cook,  uncovered,  so  that  the  crumb  top  will 
become  slightly  crisp.  Garnish  with  parsley 
and  serve  in  dish  in  which  it  was  cooked. 

SALAD  PLATTER 

Cook  2  bunches  broccoli  in  salted  water 
until  barely  tender.  Drain,  cool  and  store  in 
refrigerator.  Cut  peeled  carrots  into  narrow- 
sticks  about  an  inch  long  to  make  5  cups. 
Cook  2  to  3  minutes  in  boiling  salted  water — 
the  carrots  should  be  slightly  underdone. 
Drain,  cool,  cover  with  French  dressing  and 
marinate  overnight  in  refrigerator.  Peel  sev- 
eral knobs  of  relcriac  and  cut  as  you  did  the 
carrots  to  make  5  cups.  Cook,  covered,  in  a 
small  amount  of  boiling  salted  water  until 
barely  tender — about  10  minutes.  (If  celeriac 
isn't  available,  substitute  white  turnips.) 
Drain,  cover  with  French  dressing  and  mari- 
nate overnight  in  refrigerator. 

SAUCE  VINAIGRETTE 

Finely  chop  4  tablespoons  Bermuda  onion, 
4  tablespoons  sweet  pickle,  4  tablespoons 
green  pepper,  3  tablespoons  parsley,  2  table- 
spoons chives,  2  tablespoons  pimiento  and 
the  white  of  1  hard-cooked  egg.  Add  1  cup 
salad  oil,  \%  cup  vinegar,  teaspoons 
salt,  1  J/2  teaspoons  sugar,  1  teaspoon  finely 
chopped  fresh  tarragon  or  %  teaspoon  dried 
tarragon,  34  teaspoon  red  pepper  and  a  few 


Troubles  are  like  babies — they 
grow  larger  by  nursing. 

—LADY  HOLLAND. 


drops  garlic  juice.  Mix  well  and  store  in  re- 
frigerator. I  like  to  make  sauce  vinaigrette 
the  day  it  is  used. 

To  serve  the  salad,  heap  the  broccoli  in 
the  center  of  a  large  platter  and  spoon  over 
it  the  sauce  vinaigrette.  Surround  with  a 
border  of  lettuce  cups.  Boston  lettuce  is  best 
for  this,  because  the  leaves  are  more  or  less 
cup  shape,  but  if  you  can't  get  it — some- 
times I  can't — use  whatever  greens  are  avail- 
able. Iceberg  lettuce,  shredded  and  formed 
into  nests,  will  do  very  well.  Fill  the  cups — 
or  nests — alternately  with  the  marinated 
carrots  and  celeriac  and  garnish  the  platter 
with  water  cress  or  endive  or  both. 

GARLIC  BREAD 

Cut  a  loaf  of  French  bread  in  half  the  long 
way.  Cut  across  center  of  the  two  strips  to 
make  four.  Place  them  on  the  broiler,  cut 
side  up,  and  toast  to  golden  brown.  Rub  the 
toasted  sides  with  large  cloves  of  garlic — the 
toast  will  act  as  a  grater  for  the  garlic. 
Spread  generously  with  butter  or  margarine 
and  cut  at  intervals  of  an  inch  or  a  little  more 
almost  but  not  quite  through  the  bottom 
crust.  Shortly  before  serving,  put  bread  in 
hot  oven  with  cassoulet  so  that  it  will  be 
crisp  on  top  and  very  hot.  Separate  into 
chunks,  or  serve  the  strips  whole  and  let 
people  tear  off  their  own  chunks. 

VANILLA  ICE  CREAM 

Let  2  cans  condensed  milk  stand  in  refriger- 
ator overnight.  Empty  them  into  a  bowl  and 
beat  with  rotary  beater,  electric  or  hand,  5 
minutes.  \\  dip  I  quart  cream.  Cut  %  vanilla 
bean  into  linv  specks.  This  isn't  easy,  be- 
cause the  beans  are  very  lough,  but  the 
strong  vanilla  flavor  you  get  from  the  bean 
worth  Some  effort,  \fler  bean  is  cut,  1 11 11  ind 
it  in  a  mortar  no  that  the  particles  are  very 
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Service.  There  could  scarcely  be  a  simpler 
meal  to  serve  than  this  one.  But  with  the 
small  number  of  dishes  involved,  you'll  want 
to  give  some  extra  thought  to  making  your 
buffet  look  attractive.  Candles,  flowers — 
there'll  be  some  in  your  own  garden  soon — 
pretty  china  or  pottery  and  your  best  linen 
are  none  too  fine  for  the  occasion.  And  it 
would  be  a  good  idea  to  have  some  heating 
device  for  the  cassoulet  to  rest  on.  Once 
people  have  tasted  this  delightful  dish  they'll 
come  back  for  seconds  and  maybe  thirds,  and 
it  would  be  a  shame  if  it  weren't  kept  piping 
hot  until  the  end.  Lacking  a  heating  device, 
you  can  always  whisk  the  cassoulet  into  the 
oven  between  servings.  I  know  cooks  who 
have  based  a  reputation  on  their  cassoulets, 
and  you  might  at  least  add  to  yours  with  this 
one. 


CITY  GIRL 

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at  mother  and  daughter  spend  so 
together.  It  does  not  take  long  to 
at  both  the  confidence,  and  now 
have  come  from  the  husband 
Spencer  Thornton.  On  a  table  be- 
ce's  bed  there  is  a  mirror-framed 
lim,  taken  in  full  uniform  when  he 
nted  first  Negro  member  of  the 
irk  Police;  his  bronze  sharpshoot- 
stands  on  the  coffee  table  in  the 
fcJi  and  Mrs.  Thornton,  a  dark-eyed, 
pjng  woman  in  her  middle  thirties, 
start  conversations  with  "when 
ad  was  alive"  and  end  them  by 
oencer  had  such  plans." 
:vening  of  Labor  Day  four  years 
Policeman  Spencer  Thornton  was 
killed  on  duty  when  he  tried  to 
brawl  at  a  Democratic  picnic  at 
treet  beach.  One  man  had  already 
and  the  killer  turned  his  gun  on 
at  close  range  as  he  tried  to  disarm 
ice,  just  thirteen,  was  in  bed,  but 
r  was  waiting  up  for  her  husband 
call  came  from  his  captain  that 
"had  been  hurt."  But  Spencer 
was  already  dead  when  his  wife 
iter  arrived  at  the  hospital.  The 
wspapers  gave  the  story  three  par- 
The  Chicago  Tribune  pointed  out 
"All  are  Negroes."  When,  four 
ter,  Thornton's  killer  was  sentenced 
e  sentences  to  be  served  consecu- 
newspapers  closed  the  case  in  one 
1.  But  friends  were  helpful  and  sym- 
Thornton's  police  captain  called 
every  week  for  months  to  ask  if  the 
dow  needed  help,  a  patrol  car  from 
's  station  circled  the  block  every 
et  his  family  know  their  house  was 
tched  and  protected;  Myrdice's 
ool  class  offered  a  Mass  and  said  a 
ary  even  though  her  father  had  not 
atholic.  But  to  Myrdice  and  her 
lat  death  meant  the  cruelly  abrupt 
happy  and  carefully  planned  life. 
:re  no  financial  worries.  Just  two 
□re,  Mr.  Thornton  had  bought  and 
yments  on  two  semidetached  houses, 
;e  apartments  to  rent  besides  the 
m  unit  in  which  his  wife  and  daugh- 
ive.  And  as  survivors  of  a  Chicago 
n,  they  were  eligible  for  a  pension  of 
year.  But  it  meant  that  now  there 
f  two  in  the  family  unit  to  carry  out 
>  "to  help  Myrdice  get  ahead." 

lanning  began  early  because  the 
ns  were  an  intelligent,  ambitious 
'ho  felt  it  both  possible  and  impor- 
"get  somewhere  in  life."  Spencer 
a  was  born  in  New  Orleans  and  his 
Ida,  in  Elkhart,  Indiana,  but  both 
st  of  their  lives  in  Chicago  and  were 
:d  from  city  high  schools.  They  were 
just  after  graduation.  Myrdice  was  a 
I  only  child.  When  she  was  just  a 
er  father  took  out  a  $50-a-month 
id  policy  for  her  college  education 
policy  was  paid  up  before  his  death 
years  later.  When  she  was  three,  her 
bega?i  a  weekly  Sunday  schedule  of 
the  zoo  with  her  daughter  "so  Myr- 


dice could  know  the  animals  by  sight,  not 
just  out  of  books."  She  started  school  at  a 
public  kindergarten,  but  was  withdrawn  after 
a  few  days  because  "I  didn't  like  sitting  on 
the  floor  to  get  my  dress  dirty  and  we  just 
didn't  seem  to  get  anywhere."  So  Myrdice's 
first  eight  years  of  school  were  spent  at  a 
Catholic  parochial  school  in  the  neighbor- 
hood at  which  students  bought  their  own 
books,  paid  $1  a  month  tuition  and  wore  uni- 
forms of  blue  serge  with  white  collars  and  red 
bow  ties. 

For  Myrdice,  Christmas,  Easter  and  sum- 
mer vacations  meant  trips  to  visit  her  moth- 
er's family  in  Benton  Harbor,  Michigan, 
where  they  own  and  operate  a  seven-acre 
fruit  farm.  Her  father,  himself  a  swimming 
star  from  Englewood  High  School,  taught 
her  to  swim  in  Lake  Michigan;  her  paternal 
grandfather,  a  trained  concert  singer,  helped 
her  to  understand  classical  music  and  even 
now  teases  and  scolds  her  because  she  has 
too  much  Duke  Ellington  and  Billy  Eckstine 
in  her  record  collection.  When  she  was  nine, 
the  family  made  a  trip  by  car  to  California 
and,  with  friends,  attended  a  party  at  the 
home  of  the  dancing  star,  the  late  Bill  Rob- 
inson. Since  she  was  a  little  girl  of  eleven, 
she  has  had  a  room  of  her  own  with  blue 
walls,  a  pink  ceiling,  flouncy  chintz  drapes 
behind  the  bed,  pictures  of  movie  stars  pasted 
around  the  mirror  and  copies  of  Little  Women, 
Black  Beauty  and  the  Pollyanna  books  on 
the  shelf.  And  on  graduation  from  parochial 
school,  Myrdice  wore  her  first  and  only  for- 
mal dress,  a  yellow  balloon-cloth  skirt  with  a 
white  eyelet  top,  to  a  school  dance. 

Until  the  eighth  grade,  life  for  Myrdice 
was  in  a  protected,  "little  girl"  world,  with 
few  troubles  or  worries.  It  wasn't  until  she 
tried  to  enter  high  school  that  she  realized 
personally  that,  for  the  Negro  in  America, 
life  does  not  always  offer  opportunity  and 
democracy.  When  she  was  nine  years  old, 
though  her  parents  were  both  Episcopalians, 
Myrdice  decided  to  become  a  Catholic,  re- 
ceived her  parents'  permission  and  was  bap- 
tized into  the  church.  Because  of  her  daugh- 
ter's enthusiasm,  her  mother  also  began  to 
take  religious  instructions  ("Spencer  and  I 
thought  we  would  try  to  become  Catholics 
since  it  was  so  important  to  Myrdice")  but 
never  became  converted.  Myrdice,  however, 
made  her  First  Holy  Communion,  was  con- 
firmed and  later,  with  youthful  fervor  ("I 
think  I'd  have  wound  up  a  missionary  or 
something  if  I'd  gone  on  that  way  "),  decided 
she  wanted  to  go  to  a  Catholic  high  school. 
With  her  parish  priest  and  a  colored  girl 
friend,  she  applied  for  admission  at  a  private 
Catholic  girls'  high  school  on  Chicago's  South 
Side.  The  principal  of  the  school,  in  private 
interview,  explained  to  them  that  "the  par- 
ents of  many  of  our  students  wouldn't  want 
their  daughters  to  go  to  school  with  Negroes," 
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applied  and  was  admitted  to  Hyde  Park 
High  School,  a  public  school  with  a  student 
body  including  Negroes,  Orientals  and  white 
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and  the  private  school  has  since  begun  to  ad- 
mit Negro  students,  but  Myrdice  is  glad  she 
is  at  Hyde  Park.  "It  gives  me  a  chance  to 
mix  and  know  more  kinds  of  people.  I  never 
again  want  to  spend  my  time  with  only  one 
kind  of  people,  in  race  or  in  religion." 

At  Hyde  Park  High  School,  as  at  the  other 
55  public  high  schools  in  Chicago,  no  racial 
or  religious  discrimination  is  allowed  in  ad- 
ministration or  in  the  handling  and  assigning 
of  students.  Each  student,  before  entrance, 
is  given  a  choice  between  an  academic  and  a 
vocational  high  school;  then  he  is  assigned  to 
a  school  in  the  school  district  in  which  he 
lives.  Recently  the  boundary  lines  of  these 
school  districts  were  altered  with  the  express 
purpose  of  including  students  from  as  many 
racial  neighborhoods  as  possible  in  each 
school,  so  that  students  might  be  educated 
under  the  ideal  conditions  of  democracy.  At 
one  time,  the  Chicago  Negro  population  was 
confined  almost  exclusively  to  an  eight- 
square-mile  area  on  the  South  Side  called  the 
Black  Belt.  But  since  the  United  States  Su- 
preme Court  handed  down  its  decision  on 
May  3.  1948.  barring  restrictive  covenants 
between  landlords,  racial  groups  previously 
discriminated  against  have  begun  to  filter 
into  formerly  restricted  areas  of  the  city. 
Thus,  the  policy  of  nondiscrimination  in 
housing,  plus  the  growth  in  postwar  public 
housing,  has  changed  the  distribution  of  the 
city's  colored  population  so  that  there  are 
now  Negroes  living  in  38  of  the  50  wards  of 
the  city.  There  are  some  Negro  students  in 
every  high  school  in  Chicago;  the  number 
ranges  from  five  or  six  students  at  some 
schools  to  85  per  cent  at  others,  and  at  two 
academic  high  schools  and  one  vocational 
high  school,  all  located  in  the  heart  of  the 
Black  Belt,  the  enrollment  is  100  per  cent 
Negro. 

Hyde  park  high  school,  one  of  the  oldest 
in  the  city,  has  had  Negro  students  since 
1902.  In  Chicago,  as  in  many  other  Northern 
cities,  it  is  forbidden  to  include  race  infor- 
mation on  school  records;  Principal  George 
Olson  says,  "The  rules  say  'don't  count'  and 
I'm  not  counting."  but  the  students  them- 
selves estimate  that  among  the  3000  students 
in  the  school,  the  percentage  of  Negroes  has 
grown  to  10  per  cent. 

If  it  can  be  considered  as  an  experiment  in 
functional  democracy,  the  mixing  of  races  at 
Hyde  Park  has  begun  to  work  well.  Some- 
times the  mixing  is  spontaneous,  sometimes 
it  is  prodded  on  by  conscious  effort  on  the 
part  of  many  students  and  teachers.  All  stu- 
dents share  the  classrooms  and  school  facili- 
ties. Since  1913,  the  school  swimming  pool 
has  been  used  as  part  of  the  gym  program  by 
both  boys'  and  girls'  classes  without  incident. 
Though  white  and  colored  students  have  sep- 
arate favorite  lunchtime  hangouts  off  campus, 
the  group  mixes  easily  in  the  school  cafeteria 
where  students  gather  in  shifts  to  accommo- 
date the  large  crowds,  can  buy  anything  from 
a  15-cent  hamburger  to  a  40-cent  student 
plate  or  "specials"  at  50  cents  each,  and  eat 
together  at  long  tables  without  any  distinc- 
tion beyond  the  individual  choice  of  sitting 
with  friends.  Last  semester  the  senior  class 
elected  as  president  a  popular  Negro  boy 
named  Terry  Hatter,  who  obtained  the 
twenty-five  student  signatures  necessary  for 
nomination  and  then  beat  two  non-Negro 
candidates  for  the  office  even  though  there 
were  only  five  or  six  colored  seniors  in  that 
class.  And  as  an  unexpected  example  of  stu- 
dent thinking,  there  hangs  in  one  of  the  class- 
rooms a  student-painted  picture  of  a  girls' 
gym  class  at  play.  The  artist  has  carefully 
mingled  fifteen  athletic  figures,  busy  at  vol- 
leyball and  other  exercises.  Five  figures  are 
painted  white,  five  are  brown-skinned  and 
five  tinted  a  light.  Oriental  beige. 

Though  Hyde  Park  is  a  wealthy  and  very 
social  school,  few  social  activities  are  planned 
by  or  held  at  the  school.  The  state  of  Illinois, 
like  27  other  states  in  the  Union,  has  a  law 
prohibiting  high-school  sororities  and  frater- 
nities, but  these  social  groups  flourish  and 
control  most  of  the  social  life  at  the  school. 
As  Principal  Olson  explains.  "Since  the  ac- 
tivities of  these  groups  do  not  take  place  in 
school,  they  are  out  of  my  jurisdiction.  Also, 
many  of  the  parents  of  these  students 


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LrJd  to  the  same  sororities  and  fraterni- 
ttpre  them  and  I  couldn't  do  much  with- 
■jir  co-operation." 

Ale  sororities  and  fraternities  and  other 
|lubs,  more  than  in  any  other  phase  of 
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ish  students  prefer  to  join  the  soror- 
fraternity  groups;  other  students, 
'legro  and  white,  are  more  likely  to 
ie  Hi-Y  groups  sponsored  by  the 
A.  There  are,  however,  several  soror- 
d  fraternities  that  pledge  only  Negro 
s.  (Myrdice  Thornton  belongs  to  a 
f  seventeen  girls  who  call  themselves 
ettes,  hold  meetings  every  four  weeks, 
feral  parties  and  one  big  dance  a  year 
e  in  new  members  through  the  sys- 
iledging  and  blackballing  and  precede 
;dge  acceptance  by  a  traditional  ini- 
)  Last  year  a  Negro  boy  was  invited 
dged  as  a  member  of  an  all-white  fra- 
this  year  the  students  thought  that 
ost  interesting  kind  of  mixing"  took 
hen  a  girls'  Hi-Y  club  asked  an  all- 
fraternity  to  join  them  in  sponsoring 
y-night  dance  at  a  nearby  hotel. 
Senior  Prom,  glamour  dance  of  the 
U  usually  held  at  one  of  the  big  down- 
"hicago  hotels.  The  contract,  signed  by 
aotel  management  and  the  student 
ng  committee  before  the  dance,  con- 
he  specific  provision  that  "Negro  stu- 
will  be  made  welcome."  Last  year's 
,vas  held  at  the  swank  Palmer  House  in 
art  of  Chicago's  Loop.  Though  there 
>  mixed  double  dating  or  exchanging  of 
several  Negro  couples  attended  with 
vhite  classmates  and  later  the  manager 
Palmer  House  wrote  ^^^^^^^^ 
ncipal  Olson  to  com- 
that  the  hotel  "had 
accommodated  a 
courteous  or  co-op- 
group  of  students." 
to  many  students,  BBBBBBMHi 
ave  learned  it  in 
tomes  since  childhood,  the  stifling  or 
ation  of  prejudice  is  not  always'so  easy, 
all  it  was  discovered  that  fifteen  stu- 
from  the  Hyde  Park  High  School  area 
lalsified  their  addresses,  either  giving 
il'ldresses  of  relatives  or  picking  random 
i'sses  in  another  school  area,  so  that  they 
I  be  assigned  to  high  schools  with  fewer 
I)  students  than  Hyde  Park.  One  boy 
itnatically  began  using  a  false  address  six 
Ins  before  the  fall  term  started  so  that  he 
t  definitely  be  transferred  to  another 
|l.  Occasionally — though  very  occasion- 
Ithe  students  emphasize — the  teachers 
[selves  find  complete  acceptance  of  Negro 
j  nts  difficult.  One  teacher,  talking  about 
ivil  War,  kept  using  the  word  "nigger" 
[id  of  "Negro,"  and  another  instructor 
plurted  out  to  a  colored  student  in  class, 
y  can't  you  act  like  a  white  boy ! "  But, 
senior,  herself  in  a  minority  group,  ex- 
ad,  "I  can  understand  and  sympathize 
some  of  these  older  people.  They've  just 
told  they  have  to  be  democratic — they 
[never  educated  into  it  the  way  we  are." 


Have  patience,  and  the 
"  mulberry  leaf  will  become 
satin.  —SPANISH  PROVERB. 


^ever,  most  teachers,  and  the  faculty 
'vhole,  treat  all  students  with  equal  com- 
on,  understanding  and  fairness.  In  fact, 
any  instances,  special  attention  is  given 
ie  scholastically  and  financially  handl- 
ed, including  those  in  the  Negro  group, 
outstanding  example  of  such  student- 
ler  co-operation  was  the  case  of  Richard 
:k"  Goins,  star  Negro  athlete  who  last 
won  several  city  titles  in  track.  Richard 
ane  of  three  boys  brought  up  from  Mis- 
)pi  by  their  grandmother  to  be  educated 
orthern  high  schools.  After  his  first  two 
3  at  Hyde  Park,  Richard's  grades  began 
ip  badly  and  a  conference  with  his  grade 
ser  revealed  he  was  going  to  school  all 
practicing  sports  after  school  and  work- 
n  a  restaurant  until  one  in  the  morning. 
3es  giving  him  special  assistance  in  mak- 
up  his  school  work,  the  teachers  found 
an  easier  job  and,  at  graduation,  his  foot- 
coach  arranged  a  scholarship  for  Dick  to 
Jniversity  of  Illinois,  where  he  is  now  a 
iman. 


But  probably  Hyde  Park  High  School's 
most  important  contribution  to  its  students 
and  to  education  as  a  whole  is  the  fact  that 
prejudice,  intolerance  and  inequality  between 
races  and  religions  are  talked  about  candidly 
and  objectively  in  the  classroom  with  mixed 
groups  joining  the  discussions  with  ease  and 
enthusiasm.  Careers,  civics,  history  and  Eng- 
lish classes  bring  opportunities  to  discuss 
such  problems,  particularly  those  that  closely 
touch  the  economic,  political  and  social  life 
of  Chicago. 

For  instance,  last  November  a  near  race 
riot  occurred  on  the  South  Side  when  a  mob 
of  several  thousand  stormed  around  the 
house  of  a  Jewish  union  leader  who  had  in- 
vited eight  Negroes  and  ten  whites  to  his 
home  for  a  meeting.  Rumor  spread  that  Ne- 
groes were  moving  into  the  neighborhood; 
later  the  venom  of  the  crowd  switched  to 
Jews.  Mobs  gathered  around  the  house  for 
four  consecutive  nights,  broke  windows, 
chanted  slogans  against  Jews,  Negroes  and 
"strangers,"  and  reached  a  number  esti- 
mated at  2000  by  the  Chicago  Tribune  and 
5000  by  the  Negro  newspaper.  The  Defender, 
before  200  policemen  and  54  arrests  finally 
broke  up  the  mob. 

In  class,  the  students  probed  the  basic  rea- 
sons for  the  near-riot  and  offered  a  variety  of 
opinions:  "  It's  the  old  belief  that  a  Jew  is  al- 
ways eager  to  make  a  fast  dollar";  "Every- 
one's afraid  Negroes  will  bring  down  prop- 
ertyvalues";  and"It's  just  fear  that  spreads — 
fear  through  ignorance."  On  other  issues, 
white  students  are  quick  to  make  such  com- 
ments as,  "The  biggest  difference  between 
white  and  Negro  is  economic — we  don't  give 
them  a  chance  at  the  good  jobs";  or,  "  In  the 
^^^^^^^^  Black  Belt,  the  colored 
^  crime  rate  is  high  because 
the  Negroes  have  such  bad 
places  to  live."  One  stu- 
dent said,  "We  all  talk  like 
walking  textbooks — but 
■■■■HHB  I'm  not  sure  hovs  demo- 
cratic we  really  are." 
But  Myrdice  Thornton,  after  four  years  at 
the  school  and  as  a  minority  observer,  says, 
"Most  of  the  kids  are  very  nice.  A  few  seem 
snobbish  with  me,  but  they  are  the  wealthy 
ones  who  are  that  way  with  everyone."  Most 
of  her  own  friends,  members  of  the  Ivyettes, 
are  attractive  and  fairly  wealthy  girls,  daugh- 
ters of  doctors,  real-estate  and  small-busi- 
ness men.  Though  she  is  well-liked,  Myrdice's 
great  seriousness  about  study  and  her  cool- 
ness to  much  teen-age  fun  "because  it  just 
doesn't  seem  to  get  anywhere"  often  make 
her  seem  to  stand  a  little  apart  from  her 
crowd.  Also,  an  incident  which  happened 
during  her  first  year  at  Hyde  Park  High 
School  has  had  a  definite  effect  on  her  pres- 
ent social  attitudes. 

Myrdice  is  adamant  in  her  belief  that  "all 
people  should  be  treated  alike;  we  are  all 
here  and  we  should  just  live  together,"  and 
has  little  patience  with  intolerance  or  preju- 
dice even  though  she  is  well  aware  of  their 
existence.  As  a  freshman  at  Hyde  Park  she 
became  friendly  with  a  very  light-skinned 
colored  girl  (Myrdice's  great-grandmother 
was  a  white  woman  of  German  extraction) 
who  spent  most  of  her  time  with  a  group  of 
white  friends  she  had  known  since  grade 
school.  Other  colored  girls  started  the  rumor 
that  this  girl  was  "  trying  to  pass,"  made  un- 
kind remarks  when  they  met  her  in  the  halls 
and  isolated  her  from  the  social  life  of  the  col- 
ored crowd.  Finally,  according  to  the  girl 
herself,  "  I  just  had  to  give  up  the  white  girls 
who  had  been  my  old  friends  and  get  in  with 
a  colored  crowd."  But  Myrdice,  who  had 
known  the  girl  only  slightly  till  then,  became 
violently  loyal,  refused  to  listen  to  gossip  and 
insisted  her  friend  "could  be  whatever  she 
wanted  to  be,  because  we  shouldn't  think  in 
terms  of  white  or  dark."  Both  girls  are  now 
close  friends,  and  though  the  light-skinned 
girl  has  since  become  very  popular  with  the 
colored  crowd,  Myrdice  has  never  quite  for- 
given them  their  "intolerance"  and  they,  in 
turn,  sometimes  complain  that  Myrdice  is  "  a 
little  standoffish  in  her  ideas." 

However,  since  she  was  a  little  girl,  Myr- 
dice has  had  both  white  and  colored  friends. 
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whom  she  has  known  and  played  with  since 
both  were  little  girls,  is  a  neighbor  of  her 
grandparents  in  Benton  Harbor.  Both  write 
to  each  other  frequently,  and  a  few  summers 
ago  the  friend  spent  a  week's  visit  with  the 
Thorntons  in  Chicago  so  that  Myrdice  could 
"show  her  the  town."  In  Chicago,  however, 
Myrdice  spends  most  of  her  spare  time  with 
her  mother,  the  Ivyettes  and  an  occasional 
date.  Though  she  says  quickly,  "I'm  really 
against  the  whole  idea  of  sororities  and  I'd 
never  join  one  in  college,"  Myrdice  goes  to 
meetings  and  parties  and  frequently  to  the 
movies  with  the  same  group  of  girls.  Some- 
times, on  Friday  nights,  she  visits  a  local 
Y.M.C.A.  where  mixed  groups  play  games 
and  square-dance,  but  Myrdice  rarely  joins. 
On  such  evenings,  a  girl  friend  and  she  take  a 
cab  home  or  else  her  mother  picks  her  up  be- 
cause she  is  never  allowed  on  the  streets  at 
night  alone. 

Because  she  would  like  to  study  either  dra- 
matics or  teaching  in  college,  Myrdice  joined 
The  Skylofters,  an  all-Negro  Little  Theater 
group  sponsored  by  the  Park  Recreation 
Program,  when  she  was  just  fifteen.  For  sev- 
eral years  she  studied  modern  and  primitive 
dance  under  the  well-known  primitive  dancer, 
Carmencita  Romero,  and  is  considering  tak- 
ing a  $150  modeling  course  next  summer  be- 
cause "it  might  help  me  to  be  more  poised 
for  dramatics."  Partly  because  of  her  interest 
in  the  theater,  but  chiefly  because  of  her 
teen-ager's  enthusiasm  for  Hollywood  glam- 
our, Myrdice  has  been  collecting  pictures  and 
autographs  of  movie  stars  and  music  celebri- 
ties since  her  early  teens.  Her  bedroom  has  a 
collection  of  over  twenty-five  large  photo- 
graphs of  stars  ranging  from  Gene  Tierney 
to  Clark  Gable,  and  in  her  autograph  book 
she  has  the  signatures  of 
Frank  Sinatra,  Lena  bjbsbbbbjbbbbjbbj 
Home,  Billy  Eckstine 
and  a  dozen  others.  Once 
she  and  her  mother,  who 
says,  "I  just  let  Myrdice 
daydream  when  she  wants 
to,"  stood  in  line  for  three 
hours  in  front  of  a  theater  to  catch  a  glimpse 
of  June  Haver  and  George  Jessel.  Another 
time,  when  Myrdice  had  missed  him  at  the 
stage  door  of  a  downtown  theater,  her 
mother  called  Tony  Martin  at  his  hotel  to 
ask  if  he  would  autograph  Myrdice's  and  a 
girl  friend's  autograph  books  if  she  mailed  the 
books  to  him.  (The  girls  still  laugh  with  de- 
light because  Tony  Martin  said  to  Mrs. 
Thornton,  "All  right,  darlin'.  Thanks  for 
calling!") 

Sunday  night  is  the  biggest  night  of  the 
week  for  Myrdice  because  that  evening  she 
and  her  mother  have  dinner,  either  at  the 
Horseman's  Club,  a  Negro  supper  club  on 
the  South  Side,  or  at  a  Walgreen  drugstore 
in  Chicago's  Loop,  and  then  go  to  a  movie 
with  sign  painter  and  interior  decorator  Lynn 
Hickman,  a  Wilberforce  University  gradu- 
ate and  a  close  friend  of  Mrs.  Thornton's. 
During  the  week,  after  Myrdice  finishes  her 
homework,  she  and  her  mother  frequently 
walk  to  a  sandwich  shop  in  the  neighbor- 
hood, play  the  pinball  baseball  machines  and 
then  have  some  ice  cream— usually  a  banana 
split  for  Myrdice,  followed  by  a  chocolate 
sundae.  In  spite  of  her  tremendous  appetite, 
her  weight  stays  at  a  slim  126  for  her  five- 
feet-eight  height. 

But  to  Myrdice,  the  most  important  thing 
in  her  life  right  now  is  education.  She  says, 
with  a  teasing  glance  at  her  mother,  that  she 
won't  get  married  until  she's  at  least  twenty- 
five,  and  wants  a  career  first  and  someone  to 
take  care  of  the  house  and  watch  the  children 
afterward.  California  is  where  she'd  prefer  to 
live,  "or  anywhere  away  from  Chicago.  Even 
the  politics  are  dirty  here."  In  spite  of  the 
fact  that  she  cleans  her  own  room  and  bath- 
room on  Saturday,  does  all  her  own  personal 
washing  and  ironing,  shops  at  the  meat  mar- 
ket once  a  week  and  does  the  supper  dishes 
every  night,  she  manages  to  study  between 
two  and  three  hours  every  day.  Her  high- 
school  average  is  E,  or  excellent  (the  highest 
grade  at  Hyde  Park  is  S,  or  sujx-'rior),  and 
when  she  once  flunked  math  she  made  it  up 
promptly  with  six  weeks'  study  at  summer 
scIkxjI  Sometimes  her  concern  alxnit  school 


Mother  is  far  too  clever  to 
understand  anything  she 
does  not  like.  —ARNOLD  BENNETT. 


and  her  eagerness  "to  get  ahead A 
Myrdice  so  that  she  gets  a  nervous! 
her  neck  and  arms  and  needs  a  doctoil 
tion. 

Next  fall,  after  a  June  graduatl 
hopes  to  enter  Northwestern  Univ*| 
nearby  Evanston  as  a  day  student! 
the  train  from  and  to  her  home  ever! 
ing  and  evening.  However,  since  No 
em,  after  considering  all  qualificati 
fers  to  take  the  students  scholastical 
top  10  per  cent  of  their  high-school 
and  since  Hyde  Park  High  Scho 
which  75  per  cent  of  the  students  ( 
college,  has  several  students  with 
140,  or  genius  (a  student  was  once  r 
at  an  I.Q.  of  168),  Myrdice  is  not  su 
ceptance.  Her  next  choices  would  be 
gan  and  the  University  of  Illinois, 
her  mother  has  urged  her  to  go  to 
University,  the  Negro  university  in 
ington,  D.  C,  "for  the  good  sod 
Myrdice  refuses  because  she  think 
just  silly  to  confine  your  life  to  one 
people." 

Because  of  her  attractive  personal 
because  of  the  peculiarly  protected  | 
stances  of  her  life,  Myrdice  enjoys 
"the  equality  of  anonymity,"  and  n 
few  instances  of  racial  prejudice.  " 
could  understand  any  real  reason  for 
explains,  "and  I  just  won't  encourai 
college,  I'll  be  one  of  the  first  ones  t 
through.  I'll  just  go  with  anyone  wh 
me  as  a  friend.  In  fact,  if  I  had  ; 
money — like  Lena  Home  or  some! 
think  I'd  just  spend  my  time  regist 
big  hotels  and  making  them  let  me  st; 
till  people  got  the  idea  that  Negroes 
people." 

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as  Pinky  and  Lost  ll 
aries  "just  aren't  I 
ijjjjjjjjjlijjjjjj  ^ea.  They  put  all  tl 
phasis  on  Negroe  I 
are  'trying  to  pass.'  Why  doesn't  scl 
just  make  a  movie  about  ordinary  Neil 
and  show  them  as  human  bcingsS 
everybody  wants  to  be  a  white  persof 

However,  for  Myrdice  Thornton,  wH 
good  looks,  financial  background  and™ 
for  education,  life  is  still  an  exciting  andw 
ful  promise.  For  many  others  of  Chip 
Negro  youth,  the  future  is  not  so  si 
This  city,  more  than  any  other  large  If 
the  Midwest,  is  in  the  difficult  pmm 
absorbing  a  larger  population  increase  m 
can  handle.  In  the  past  ten  years,  thoup 
white  population  inside  the  Chicago  en  un- 
its has  remained  virtually  static,  the  ir  ■ 
in  the  nonwhite  population  has  reached  ■ 
42  per  cent.  And  to  the  city's  appro  ■ 
half-million  Negro  population,  an  esti  I 
7000  is  being  added  monthly  throu  i 
gration  from  the  South.  Quite  nat  1 
in  the  difficult  process  of  assimilation  ■ 
ing  and  job  finding  present  the  majoi  ab 
lems. 

Public  housing  units,  which  make  nt  I 
or  religious  discriminations,  have  not  1 I 
up  with  the  housing  need.  Families  ifl 
Black  Ghetto  area  are  still  living  as  mi  I 
seven  to  a  room,  sleeping  in  shifts  and  1 1 
as  high  as  $17.50  a  week  per  room  I 
March,  in  one  of  the  most  controversy  I 
cussions  ever  to  hit  the  city  hall,  th«l 
council  voted  down  an  ordinance  proj 
by  Negro  Alderman  Archibald  J.  Canl 
"outlawing  racial  and  religious  discriii 
tion  in  Chicago's  publicly  aided  hom( 
Publicly  aided  housing,  in  this  instJ 
meant  a  housing  plan  in  which  the  city  \i 
buy  land  for  reconversion  at  $3  a  squaPl 
to  be  sold  to  private  investors  for  50  c<i 
square  foot  for  housing  construction.  M 
Kennelly  and  six  aldermen  who  spok-S 
against  the  antidiscrimination  proposl 
plained  that  "Ix-cause  of  potential  la" 
over  selections  of  tenants,  insurance 
panics  and  other  large  investors  woul 
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state  funds  arc  to  be  used  to  acquire  bin 
pro|K-rty  and  resell  it  to  private  develop) 
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30  min.  (soak  frozen  fish  until  it 
thaws  J.  2.  Drain,  then  dip  in  fresh 
milk,  dust  lightly  with  flour,  sprinkle 
with  salt  and  paprika.  3.  Melt  enough 
butter  or  margarine  in  skillet  to  cover 
bottom  well.  Fry  fillets, browning  evenly, 
both  sides.  4.  Place  fish  on  hot  platter 
and  keep  hot,  while  you  add  extra  but- 
ter or  margarine  to  skillet.  As  it  browns, 
add  whole  or  shredded  toasted  almonds. 
5.  Pour  hot  almond  sauce  over  fillets  on 
platter.  Surround  with  parsley  and  plen- 
tiful lemon  quarters. 


Fish  fillets,  delicately  browned, 
sprinkled  with  toasted  almonds  and 
served  with  wedges  of  tangy 
Sunkist  Lemon.  Here's  a  Lenten 
dish  that  will  win  you  praise  from 
everyone.  And  see  how  simple  it  is! 

Pre-soaking  fillets  in  water  and 
lemon  juice  gives  a  surprising 
added  tenderness  and  delicacy  of 
flavor.  Pre-soak  all  fish  fillets. 


And  however  you  serve  fish,  al- 
ways remember : — With  fish,  the 
first  requisite  is  plenty  of  lemon. 
THiS- 


Instead  of  flat  slices,  provide  your 
family  and  guests  with  generous, 
easily-squeezed  wedges  of  lemon, 
to  make  each  bite  delectable! 


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"Come,  now !"  she  said.  | 
you  that  lemon  is  a  must 
tea  and  iced  tea — and  it 
zip  to  tomato  juice,  pineap 
and  such — but  who  ever  I 
lemon  juice  on  vegetables? 

"Try  it,"  we  insisted.  "Es 
on  the  bland  ones.  Cabba 
flower,  spinach  or  string 

"I  did  what  you  said,"  she 
next  day.  "Hate  to  admit  it, 
family  raved.  They  said  th 
tables  tasted  as  if  they' 
straight  from  a  summer 

Try  it  yourself. 


WHEN  YOU  ADD  LEMO 
YOU  ADD  HEALTH! 

Fresh  lemons  are  among  th 
known  sources  of  vitamin 
supply  valuable  amounts  of 
Bi.  For  youthful  energy,  anj 
teeth  and  gums,  you  need  vif 
daily.  Yet  it  is  absent  frorj 
foods,  scarce  in  others.  Lemlj 
important  to  family  health. 

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wrappers,  are  the  finest  and  i 
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(Continued  from  Page  232) 
He  and  there  in  the  city,  Negroes  are 
jvii  houses  formerly  lived  in  by  whites 
id  a:  moving  in  without  incident.  How- 
rer,  the  "tense"  neighborhoods,  usually 
iose  earest  the  fringes  of  the  already  col- 
ed  ighborhoods,  one  or  more  policemen 
ay  ■  sent  to  watch  the  area  on  moving 
]v.  requently,  broken  windows,  insults 
ioui  1  or  scrawled  on  sidewalks,  or  a  sudden 
op  "  for  sale  "  signs  on  other  houses  reg- 
ters:he  attitude  of  whites  toward  their 
:w  ighbors.  In  January,  1948,  one  Chi- 
igo  immunity,  hoping  to  break  down  the 
d  i;judice  that  "Negroes  bring  down 
opi.y  values,"  tried  a  "new  kind  of 
imr  mity-conservation  agreement."  The 
;r«  ent,  legally  binding  in  court,  pledged 
;st  icribers  to  maintain  their  properties  in 
coi  ance  with  certain  minimum  standards, 
nit-  the  number  of  persons  who  may  oc- 
ipy'  given  room  area  and  defined  the  mini- 
uir'entable  accommodations  which  may 
:  of  ed  upon  conversion  of  apartments  into 
lal '  units.  The  agreement  was  hailed  by 
ions  H.  Wright,  executive  director  of  the 
ayi's  Commission  on  Human  Relations, 
?ie  most  constructive  project  in  human 
latns  attempted  in  Chicago."  However, 
•er  year  later,  no  other  community  had 
en  t  to  draw  up  a  similar  property  agree- 
en  In  fact,  in  the  past  five  years,  five  po- 
nt  race  riots,  drawing  mobs  of  from  2000 
5  0  on  successive  nights,  have  all  been 
1 1  by  resentment  against  Negroes'  mov- 
Ijl.o  new  neighbor - 


■W  It  has  hccn  going  on  for  a  couple 
of  thousand  years — the  way  the 
devotees  of  Taoism  in  China  deal 
with  a  faithless  wife.  The  first  time, 
apparently,  they  fine  the  additional 
gentleman  the  equivalent  of  $7.50, 
and  hope  for  the  best.  If  it  happens 
again,  they  fine  the  erring  wife  the 
same  amount.  But  if  it  happens  a 
third  time,  the  deceived  husband 
has  to  put  up  the  $7.50  fine,  on  the 
principle  that  he  is  cither  dumb  or 
doesn't  care. 


J/iy  Negro  high- 
he  students,  espe- 
p-  those  in  the 
»'  -average  income 
Qbs,  lead  normal 
iuful  lives  within 
e  ionfines  of  their 
imomes  and  neigh- 
irlfods.  Their  school 
idjocial  lives  closely 
ir:;el  those  of  white 
lints  their  own  age. 
My  night  usually 
Kfs  a  gathering  at 

m  or  a  dance,  either  ^^j^^^g^ 
;'een  center,  Y.M. 

A  or  a  public  dance  hall;  Saturday  night 
af  vorite  night  for  movies  at  a  neighbor- 
C: theater,  with  a  stop  at  a  "chicken 
a  "  afterward,  though  many  teen-agers, 
pially  those  in  "rough  neighborhoods," 
if.n  on  Saturday  nights  because  "there 
e  io  many  people  on  the  street  and  you're 
K  to  get  in  trouble." 
1 1  most  Negro  youth,  no  matter  how  pro- 
efi  their  lives,  have  had  some  personal 
p  ience  with  and  memory  of  prejudice 
jst  their  race.  Some  experiences  are 
s  dismissed,  some  are  more  nearly  trau- 
3 :,  such  as  that  of  the  higrT-school  senior 
i  ecounted  a  trip  to  Texas  she  had  taken 
t  her  mother  a  few  years  ago  so  that  her 
t  r  might  be  buried  in  his  home  state.  On 
flay  of  the  funeral,  several  white  men 
r  to  her  grandparents'  home,  tied  the 
I  lfather  to  the  bumper  of  the  car  by  his 
:  md  dragged  him  down  to  the  end  of  a 
iftry  lane,  bleeding  and  bruised,  "though 
Siver  did  find  out  what  made  them  mad." 

*  ;he  boy  who,  on  a  summer  visit,  ordered 
ream  in  a  Kentucky  drugstore  and  then 
the  waitress  carefully  break  his  plate  and 
king  glass  on  the  floor  in  front  of  other 
umers  because  "we  don't  like  niggers  in 
L"  Or  the  high-school  freshman  on  his 
j  trip  to  Chicago's  Loop  district,  who 
id  himself  forced  to  stand  with  hands  be- 
i  his  back,  face  to  the  wall,  while  a  short- 
er cook  put  the  hamburger  he  had  or- 

■  d  in  a  bag  so  he  "could  eat  it  out  in  the 
."  (Illinois  state  law  requires  that  all 
mrant  owners  serve  customers  regardless 
ace,  color  or  creed,  but  the  law  is  fre- 
Uly  dodged  by  restaurant  owners  who 
let  a  Negro  customer  wait,  unserved,  un- 
e  leaves  in  embarrassment,  insist  that  no 

■  may  have  a  table  without  an  advance 
rvation,  claim  he  is  "fresh  out "  of  every 
b  ordered,  or  simply  close  up  shop,  insist- 
business  is  over  for  the  day.) 


Other  Negro  teen-agers  remember  "just 
the  everyday  insults  that  Negroes  sort  of  get 
used  to  " — having  people  refuse  to  sit  next  to 
them  on  streetcars,  hearing  little  children 
call  out  "black  boy"  to  them  on  the  street  or 
seeing  an  area  on  a  public  beach  suddenly- 
cleared  of  bathers  when  a  party  of  Negroes 
comes  down  to  swim. 

The  attitudes  of  Chicago's  teen-agers  to- 
ward these  "insults"  and  other  discrimina- 
tions against  their  race  vary  widely.  One  girl 
commented,  "  I  get  along  fine.  I  have  contact 
with  white  kids  and  I  just  don't  have  a  chip 
on  my  shoulder — I  don't  think  everything  is 
directed  toward  me."  A  seventeen-year -old 
boy,  whose  mother  is  a  teacher  and  whose  fa- 
ther is  a  postal  employee,  said,  "I  just  keep 
away  from  it.  I  go  to  school,  stay  with  my 
own  friends  and  don't  travel  much."  How- 
ever, others  were  more  vehement  in  their 
opinions,  such  as  a  University  of  Chicago 
freshman  who  had  recently  joined  a  NAACP 
youth  picket  line  to  picket  a  Chicago  Heights 
restaurant  which  had  refused  to  serve  Ne- 
groes : "  I  don't  know  why  colored  people  keep 
on  pretending.  The  white  people  want  nothing 
but  race  extermination.  Americans  still  want 
slaves,  but  they're  scared  to  say  so!"  How- 
ever, a  second  boy,  a  member  of  the  same 
picket  line,  takes  a  more  conservative  view: 
"I  just  consider  myself  part  of  a  sacrifice 
generation.  They  threw  eggs  at  us  and  one  of 
the  pickets  had  her  family's  apartment  set 
fire  to — but  we're  getting  somewhere.  More 
and  more  people  think 
■mmmhmb^M  the  Negro  should  be 
given  a  fair  chance." 

It  is  in  the  employ- 
ment field,  after  grad- 
uation, that  Chicago 
Negro  teen-agers  will 
probably  come  ab- 
ruptly face  to  face  with 
what  one  boy  called 
"the  cold  war  against 
our  race."  Those  who 
study  for  the  profes- 
sions will  probably  find 
a  place  to  practice 
among  their  own  race; 
■■■■■■W  others,  particularly 
girls,  have  the  choice  of 
"teaching,  library  work  or  civil  service"  or 
must  turn  to  the  unskilled  trades.  Though 
the  city  of  Chicago  has  an  antidiscrimination 
ordinance  for  employment  passed  in  1945, 
the  FEPC  bill  was  defeated  in  the  state  of 
Illinois  in  June,  1949,  by  a  vote  of  25  to  23. 
And  out  of  Chicago's  half-million  Negroes, 
only  an  approximate  2524  are  white-collar, 
professional  or  technical  employees.  (The 
vocational-guidance  director  at  Hyde  Park 
High  School  commented, ' '  We  get  lots  of  calls 
for  white  teen-agers  to  do  clerking  and  typ- 
ing part-time,  but  for  the  colored  students 
we  get  asked  for  delivery  boys,  baby-sitters 
and  housework.")  A  number  of  the  teen- 
agers interviewed,  especially  those  who 
planned  to  study  for  the  professions,  said 
they  would  "like  to  try  the  Hawaiian  Is- 
lands—I  hear  things  are  good  for  the  Negro 
there." 

Others,  such  as  the  boy  who  expects  to 
study  electrical  engineering,  stick  hopefully 
to  their  plans  because  "my  friends  keep  say- 
ing prejudice  will  drop  off  in  the  skilled  jobs 
by  the  time  I  graduate."  Most  of  Chicago's 
Negro  youth  are  eager  not  for  rivalry  with  or 
absorption  by  their  white  contemporaries, 
but  only  "a  chance  to  get  ahead." 

For  many,  the  conflicts  between  democ- 
racy as  taught  in  school  and  democracy  as 
they  find  it  in  practice  add  additional  con- 
fusion to  the  normal  problems  of  an  adoles- 
cent. Even  the  most  intelligent,  the  most  tal- 
ented and  the  most  ambitious  begin  to  re- 
alize that  though  they  may  rise  vertically 
within  their  own  society,  the  constricting 
nature  of  racial  prejudice  makes  it  difficult 
to  spread  outward  in  our  social  and  economic 
world.  But  almost  all  are  hopefully  convinced 
that  a  change  has  begun.  Said  one  young 
Negro,  "  It  may  take  a  long  time,  maybe  two 
or  three  centuries,  before  we're  all  treated 
equal.  But  things  are  getting  different,  I  can 
tell.  Already  people  are  nicer  to  me  than  they 
were  when  I  was  a  little  boy."     THE  ENtJ 


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TkODIE  and  Tommy  live  in  a  little 
I  barn-red  house,  tucked  beside  a 
MJ  brook  in  the  country.  Though 
they  have  only  IVt  acres,  they  farm 
it  extensively;  do  their  own  land 
clearing,  planting  and  harvesting.  In 
spite  of  its  pint  size,  their  little  farm 
provides  them  with  all  the  vege- 
tables, chicken,  pork,  ham  and  bacon 
they  can  eat.  They  raise  extra  chick- 
ens and  pigs  to  sell.  Besides  every- 
thing else  she  does,  Dodie  has  an  egg 
route  too.  Such  enterprise  nets  them 
extra  money  to  put  into  remodeling 
the  house,  and  practically  sets  their 
table.  Their  food  bills  average  only 
five  or  six  dollars  a  week. 

Dodie  has  an  enormous  freezer, 
chock-full  of  their  home-raised  prod- 
ucts. "Our  freezer  is  a  modern  genie; 
it  saves  us  time  and  money  and  gives 
us  better  meals,  besides,"  said  Dodie, 
as  she  lifted  out  racks  of  neatly 
labeled  packages.  "We're  more  than  a 
little  busv  right  now  remodeling  the 
house.  The  garden  work  has  begun, 
so  I  lean  on  quick  and  easys." 

WEEK-END  COOKING 
SIMPLIFIED 

"Saturdays  and  Sundays  are  our 
big  days  to  get  things  done  around  the 
place.  For  the  sake  of  convenience,  I 
have  outlawed  the  traditional  Sunday 
dinner.  We  have  a  big  meal  Saturday 
night  instead — usually  something  I 
can  use  again  for  a  quick  pickup  on 
Sunday.  This  way  I  don't  have  to 
waste  Sunday  cooking  when  I'd 
rather  be  working  outside. 

"If  the  weather  is  warm  enough,  we 
like  to  have  our  Saturday  dinner  at 
our  picnic  grill  near  the  brook.  I  usu- 
ally bake  a  pie  Saturday  morning  and 
hope  it  will  last  for  Sunday  supper 
too.  We  barbecue  our  own  chickens 
over  the  grill.  I  do  two  chickens  in- 
stead of  one — and  for  good  reason. 
They  are  delicious  served  cold  for  our 
Sunday-night  supper." 

Monday 
Uuu  at  All  War  It 

Split-IVa  Soup 
Mot  Com  Sticks— Green  Salad 

Apple  Bel  I  J 
(  ollee 


"I  have  so  many  projects  ih; 
day  is  as  busy  as  another — but 
days  I  try  to  get  the  big  houseki 
jobs  done,  washing,  ironing,  a 
on,  in  particular.  If  we've  had  i 
ham  the  week  before,  I  use  the 
for  split-pea  soup.  If  we  have 
use  one  of  the  knuckle  ends  of  I 
freeze.  Yes,  we  like  this  soup 
much.  I  follow  the  usual  recipt 
add  more  seasonings  and  odds 
ends  of  vegetables  than  called  f 
also  make  sure  it  has  plenty  of 
titbits  in  it.  I  let  the  soup  sim 
Sunday  afternoon  while  we're 
doors,  so  that  all  1  11  have  to  do  5 
day  night  is  reheat  it.  If  I'm  n 
short  on  time,  I  forget  the  des 
Soup  and  a  salad  is  usually  al 
want.  We  love  that  soup  and  1 1 
plenty." 


Tuesday 
l.axt  Fling  far  the  Firpplat 

Quick  Hamburger  Skillet 
Green  Salad 
Apples,  Nuts,  Popcorn  • 
Coffee 


"We  live  with  our  fireplace  all  • 
ter  through.  Like  the  stone  firepl  P 
in  many  old  houses,  it  dominate?  V 
living-dining  room.  Soon  the  <  I 
will  be  getting  too  warm  for  a  I 
indoors,  so  when  a  chilly,  windy  >■ 
ning  comes  along,  we  make  the  n| 
of  it.  I  plan  an  easy-to-get  supper.  1 
dessert,  we  heat  walnuts  in  thee  I 
popper  when  the  coals  get  down  I 
finish  off  with  a  popperful  of  cm 
which  we  nibble  at  all  evening.  I 
raised  our  own  popcorn  this  |l 
summer.  It  was  so  successful,  w<|^ 
going  to  do  it  again." 

OHK.k  IIAMIil  l«;EH  SKILLK 

Pan-fry  x  ■>  pound  ham  burg 
pound,  if  you  like  more  meal)  wii 
onions,  chopped  or  sliced,  in  2  tal 
gpoona  bacon  fai.  Add  I  cup  cool 
riee,  I  1  £  cups  canned  tomatOWi 
leaHpoon  prepared  muHtard,  V<i  ' 

Hpoon  cllili  powder.    I    lea  |  

and  Vn  leaxpoon  pepper.  Stir  il 
puckagc  frozen  eui  green  beans. Co 
and  Himinei  unlil  bean*  are  |ii»l  1 

der  bul  Mill  bright  green. 


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237 


PHOTO  BY  STUARf 

)di  and  Tommy  enjoying  their  first-of-the-season  dinner  outdoors. 


Wednesday 
in  >r  From  the  Freezer 
H  iled  Ham — IVIilk  Gravy 

Potatoes 
C<ked  in  the  Jackets 

I  Frozen  Peas 
el  s  w  ith  Almond  Cream 


«  p,  the  quickest  and  easiest  is 
■pinner.  When  we  have  our 
sij»ked,  I  freeze  some  whole, 
lilt  into  slices  for  frying  and 
foisplit-pea  soup,  and  so  on, 
nrfl  each  separately.  For  des- 
wlean  heavily  on  our  frozen 
iS8trawberries,  and  so  on,  as 
tfvay  quantities  each  season. 
59 with  almond  cream  and 
ssvith  brown  sugar  and  sour 
ir  riday's  menu  are  two  of  our 
teesserts." 

PEACHES  WITH 
UJVIOND  CREAM 

3>zen  peaches  partially,  but 
H  Id  still  have  a  few  icy  crystals 
usweeten  whipped  cream  and 
iwith  a  lew  drops  of  almond 
tlierve  on  peaches. 


Thursday 

t  Stew  is  a  Feast 

b  Stew— Garlic  Bread 
Green  Salad 
Coffee 


n  we  had  the  pigs  butchered 
tve  swapped  some  of  the  pork 
•mer  for  beef  and  lamb  to  add 
to  our  meals.  Roasts,  of 
save  for  week  ends — but  I 
not-so-fancy  cuts  for  stews 
h.  We're  lamb-stew  enthu- 

timesaver,  my  pressure  sauce- 
ks  next  to  the  freezer.  I  like 
i)le  to  make  a  lamb  stew  in 
lour.  I  don't  use  my  pressure 


saucepan  for  our  home-frozen  vege- 
tables, though,  as  they  are  so  tender 
they  cook  up  too  much  under 
pressure. 

"Garlic  bread,  we  think,  is  the 
most  wonderful  thing  in  the  world 
for  mopping  up  the  gravy  of  the 
lamb  stew.  We  prepare  only  as 
much  of  a  loaf  as  we  think  we  will 
use,  and  have  it  hot." 


Friday 
Fish  for  a  Change 

Broiled  Mackerel  or  Scallops 
with  Bacon 
Pan-Fried  Potatoes 
Frozen  Corn  with  Peppers 
Peaches  with  Sour  Cream 
Coffee 


"Both  Tommy  and  I  are  fond  offish 
and  sea  food.  We  have  it  at  least  once 
a  week.  Generally  we  have  broiled 
fish,  but  occasionally  we  have  a  shrimp 
curry  or  salmon  loaf." 

BROILED  SCALLOPS 
WITH  BACON 

Wash  1  pound  scallops  and  dry  on 
towels.  Place  in  a  layer-cake  pan. 
Sprinkle  with  salt  and  pepper  and 
the  juice  of  Y2  lemon.  Lay  3  bacon 
strips  over  scallops.  Broil  under  low 
broiler  heat  until  scallops  and  bacon 
are  done.  Don't  overcook.  When  the 
bacon  is  done  through,  the  scallops 
will  be  too.  They  are  ready  to 
serve  as  is  and  delicious,  too,  but  it's 
such  a  waste  not  to  use  the  drippings 
of  bacon  fat  and  lemony  fish  juices. 
You  might  try  this:  Put  the  scallops 
and  bacon  on  slices  of  toast.  Stir  a 
slightly  beaten  egg  into  the  juices  in 
pan.  Stir  over  moderate  heat  until 
slightly  thickened.  Pour  over  scallops. 

PEACHES  WITH  SOUR  CREAM 
AND  BROWN  SUGAR 

Partially  thaw  frozen  peaches.  Top 
with  thick  sour  cream  and  sprinkle 
with  brown  sugar. 


EASY!  Just  put  the  clusters 
in  a  pan  and  let  'cm  rise  up  double 
size.  Then  bake  'em.  They'll 
come  out  of  your  oven  so  light 
and  tender ...  so  downright,  good, 
every  mouthful  is  heaven  !  With 
delicious  yeast  rolls  so  easy, 
you'll  never  go  bac  k  to  the  work 
. .  .the  uncertainty  of  old-fashioned 
mixing.  No  failures  with 
Ballard  Frozen  Rolls.  Try  'em. 

BEST  YOU  EVER  TASTED  -  OR  YOUR  MONEY  BACK! 

BALLARD 

muN  uovee-teAF  Ye#$  feats 


238 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURN  VI. 


A  BABY  FBtOtNG  r&T 

(  to  hip  (jotJUi  UUlMm!)  } 


Martha  Michener  was  one  of  a  group  of  babies  chosen  for  a  test — 
to  show  all  mothers  how  Clapp's  Baby  Foods  help  babies  thrive. 
Martha,  as  all  the  other  test  babies,  was  fed  Clapp's  Foods  during 
her  entire  babyhood.  She  started  with  Clapp's  iron-rich  Cereals. 
(Clapp's  gives  babies  3  times  more  iron  than  unfortified  Cereals.) 


At  12  months.  Martha  had  made 
friends  with  Clapp's  22  varieties  of 
Strained  Foods.  Her  health  record 
showed  she  gained  over  a  pound 
each  month.  Her  bright  eyes  and 
rosy  cheeks  tell  you  she's  thriving. 


At  2  years.  Martha  was  flourishing 
on  Clapp's  Junior  Foods.  (Like 
Clapp's  Strained  Foods,  they're 
pressure-cooked  by  a  special  method 
— to  bring  babies  more  of  the  health- 
giving  food  elements.) 


At  3  years.  Martha  was  one  of  the 
healthiest. happiest  darlings  that  ever 
won  your  heart.  She  had  fine  eating 
habits — was  wonderfully  free  from 
childish  illness.  She  still  made 
"quick-work"  of  her  Clapp's  meals. 


At  12  years.  Martha,  as  all  the  other 
Clapp's  test  babies,  is  still  a  shining 
example  of  marvelous  health.  Still 
a  credit  to  her  wonderful  Clapp's 
start.  Mother,  start  your  baby  thriv- 
ing on  Clapp's  today. 


ciapps  my  foovs 


COME  ON,  LET'S  EAT! 

(Continual  from  Page  74) 


move  in  on  it  and  try  to  make  the  best  of 
the  blustery  old  vixen  now  she's  arrived.  And 
send  her  packing  the  minute  her  visit  is 
over. 

When  do  we  eat?  Having  taken  care 
of  the  March  weather,  I  shall  now  take  up 
the  matter  of  a  dinner  to  suit  the  kind  of 
appetites  March  brings.  So  let  us  set  about 
the  pleasant  job  of  planning  and  getting  a 
real  meal,  one  that  usually  brings  almost  as 
much  excitement  as  a  fire  engine  roaring  up 
a  hill.  For  the  first  tee-off  we'll  start  with  a 
good  sharp  appetizer. 

SHRIMP- AND-GRAPEFRUIT 
APPETIZER 

Cut  3  large  grapefruit  in  half  and  cut  out  the 
sections,  peeling  off  the  membrane  and  leav- 
ing no  seeds  or  anything  that  looks  like  a 
seed.  Pull  or  out  out  the  membrane  that 
slicks  to  the  shell.  Mix  the  grapefruit  sections 
with  13^  pounds  cleaned,  cooked  shrimp  and 
refill  the  shells.  Pour  2  tablespoons  plain 
French  dressing  (no  garlic)  over  the  top  of 
each   serving.  Chill. 


Garnish  with  a  sprigof 
water  cress.  Serves  6. 

Most  folks  vote 
"Fes."  When  it 
comes  to  a  showdown 
and  you  take  a  sort 
of  family  poll,  if  steak 
is  on  the  ballot,  my 
bet  goes  for  steak. 
Some  little  girl  may 
say  chicken  a  la  king. 
The  big  boys  will 
mark  steak.  And  the 
big  girls  too.  So  let's 
pay  attention  to  the 
result,  and  here's  one 
way  to  do  it : 

MINUTE  STEAKS 


towels.  Wrap  them  in  a  clean  towel  | 
about  J/2  hour  in  the  coldest  spoti 
frigerator  (not  the  freezing  conn 
until  frying  time.   Place  potatoes 
basket  or  sieve;  immerse  in  deep 
(380°F.).  Cook,  turning  the  potall 
slotted  spoon,  or  fork,  until  the  poll 
light  brown.    Do  not  fry  too  ml 
time.  Drain  on  absorbent  paper.  |L, 
other  kettle  of  fat,  very  hot — or  rcLiT 
first  kettle — and  at  the  last,  plunge  \ma 
toes  into  this  and  finish  the  frying,  f!* 
at  the  very  last.  Keep  them  hot.  &[{[ 


Exchange  counter  on   the  JejW 

know  how  it  is  after  weddings  andCHl 
and  birthdays.  You  get  a  duplicate  sg 
a  not-wanted  that  and  you  do  omfti 
things.  You  ponder  the  possibility  $h 
I  take  the  table  cloth  back  and  changt|j 
set  of  table  mats?  Or  shall  I  put  it  afl 
plan  to  have  an  extra  present  for  nL 
versary?  Now  if  you  don't  like  thedw 
tion  we've  dreamed  up  for  your  \ 
dish,  you  can  quite  easily  change  i 
of  your  own. 


★  ★★★★★★★★ 


steakourvoti 
onions  in  sorj 
and  broccoli 
good  choice, 
put  them  to;  j 


By  Augusta  Towner  Keid 

What  we  bequeath,  and  the  way  of 
bequeathing,  we  know  not — 
Shape  of  the  memories,  feel  of 
their  touch  to  the  soul; 
The  proffered,  the  lip  curve,  the 
gesture  we  fashion  will 
show  not 
As  planned,  but  mosaiclike,  only 
to  pattern  a  whole. 


Products  of  American  Homo  Foods 


Have  your  butcher 
cut  you  6  short 
steaks  —  they  may 
have  a  different  name 
where  you  hang  out, 
but  they  come  from 
the  end  of  the  sirloin. 
They  have  a  delicious 
flavor.  Make  your 
Platter  Sauce  first 
while  your  broiler  is 

preheating.  Broil  your  steaks  as  close  to  the 
heal  as  possible,  as  they  are  not  so  thick  as 
some  steaks  and  you  want  them  to  sear 
quickly — 2  minutes  on  each  side  if  you  like 
them  medium.  Sprinkle  with  salt  and  pepper 
and  place  on  sauce.  Serve  right  away — hot 
and  smelling  like  ambrosia,  whatever  that  is. 
They  say  it's  wonderful.  Serves  6. 

PLATTER  SAUCE 

Heat  your  steak  platter  and  rub  the  sur- 
face well  with  a  cut  piece  of  garlic.  Mix  "j 
cup  of  hot  melted  butter  or  margarine  with 
Yi  cup  of  chili  sauce  and  pour  into  the 
platter.  Keep  everything  hot  until  the  steaks 
are  ready.  Then  shoot  the  works! 

Any  opposition?  To  go  with  steak,  po- 
tatoes are  the  things  we  must  have.  There's 
the  priceless  baked  potato,  crisp  and  brown 
and  reeking  with  butter  inside,  or  baked  to  a 
perfection,  stuffed  and  puffed  and  cheesy  on 
the  top.  Or  creamed,  as  I  do  them,  and  you 
do  too:  raw  potatoes  Cut  fairly  fine  and  done 
slowly  in  milk  and  cream  and  rationally 
seasoned  and  creamy  as  old  cheese,  with  each 
separate  piece  as  tender  and  whole  as  if  it 
never  saw  a  saucepan  or  felt  the  touch  of  a 
silver  fork.  Any  of  these  is  perfect  with 
steak,  but  with  the  boys  in  mind,  first  choice 
for  this  meal  goes  to: 

FRENCH  FRIED  POTATOES 
Wash  and  pare  6— H  large  potatoei  and  cat 
lengthwise  into  strip*  about  'h  inch  thick, 

Souk  them  in  ice  water  about  I  hour.  Drain 
thoroughly,  dr\    between   loweU  or  paper 


He  will  remember  your  songs,  and 
say,  long  years  older, 
"My  mother  sang  that  in  the 
evenings  of  wintering  cold." 
Your  voice  and  its  timbre  escape 
him;  the  curve  of  your  shoulder, 
The  tone  of  your  love,  will  re- 
warm  him  when  winters  are  old. 


★  ★★★★★★★★ 


Bake 


BROCC 
AND  ON 
AU  GR.A 

Peel  3  poun 
white  onions, 
in  boiling  salt 
until  tender. 
Remove  thi 
ends  of  1  bu 
coli.  Slice  eaifw 
lengthwise,  titer 
into  servirH\ 
pieces.  Cook  wsk 
ing  ~a 1 1  <•<!  h 
tender.  Drainpfc. 
a  good  rich  Bin 
sauce  with  rap 
butter  or  ma  linn 
%  cup  flour,  M 
milk  and  1  p>M 
cream.  SeasojJI 
1  tablespoon  « 
teaspoon  Ifay 
Mix  with  then 
and  broeroli.jrW] 
into  casserole.  (This  dish  can  be  prepMif 
to  this  point  several  hours  in  adjB 
Sprinkle  the  top  with  Y2  cup  grated  M 
n  a  moderate  oven,  350°  F.,  unH 


bly  and  brown.  If  you  have  the  type  M 
broiler  combination  where  the  broil  |H 
the  oven,  bake  the  casserole  before  JM 
ready  to  broil.  It  will  keep  hot  wl  ■} 
broil  the  steaks. 


a 


Next  to  the  last.  Life  used  to  I 
an  adventure  when  salads  were  as 
orchids.  We  didn't  give  the  greens  a  I 
let  them  grow— let  them  go.  Then  ca  I 
great  change,  fashion  and  the  need  1 1 
me-ups.  and  now  we're  as  salad-mindi 
elderly  spinster  in  a  millinery  shop, 
you  ever  noticed  how  many  hats  lc 
salads  and  vice  versa?)  However, 
salad  we  have  let  the  bacon  in. 


GREEN  SALAD  WITH  HVCO 


a 


(lui  6  slices  bacon  into  1  J^-inch  pie* 
until  crisp  and  drain  011  absorbenl 
Slice  half  of  a  ripe  avocado  and  Iohk  W 
with  bacon  pieces,  crisp  salad  greein-HT 
sharp,    well-seasoned    French  dr<H 

Si  r  \  ei  6. 

You'll  like  this.  There's  nothinll 

e.r 


than  a  perfect  chocolate-meringue  piem 
too  stiff  or  t(K>  messy,  but  rich  will 
late  that  mysterious  dark-brown 
sweet  that  doesn't  cloy,  doesn't  m 
stop  m  the  middle  and  say,  "No  tlu 
no  more."  That's  one  of  the  grea 
about  chocolate -it  makes  you  y< 


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239 


I EF  STEW 

[5  a  MEAL 
N  ITSELF 

[hen  you  serve 

!  Tempting,  savory  meat' 
and  choice  garden  vege- 
tables make  Austex  Beef 
tew  a  meal  in  itself,  a 
ourishing,  delicious 
ombination  that's  easy 
[o  serve,  easy  on  your 
budget  and  guaranteed 
to  please  your  taste. 


SK™L  SEASONING 

for 

SOUPS  •MEAT*  FISH 
SPAGHETTI -SALADS 


TC)/  CHILI  •  TAMALES  •  HASH 
/  LA  SANDWICH  SPREAD 

SPAGHETTI    and    MEAT  BALLS 


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VAPAIR, 

ROOM  DEODORANT 


VAPAIR  BOMB  VAPAIR  WICK 

For  instant  killing  For  continuous  kill 

of  odors.  Just  press  ing  of  odors  Just 

the  button  pull  up  wick.  #  f% 

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I  Good  Housekeeping 




I  MAKE  AIL  MY- 


MOKEV 

qPAWC  TIME  / 


:all  on  friends,  neighbors, 
'es  and  SHOW  Merit 
ing  Cards  &  Personal  Sta- 
y.  Napkins  &  Towels, 
icter  Dolls,  etc.  Everybody 
them— THEY  SELL  ON 
ITI  Costs  nothing  to  try. 
for  Selling  Plan  &  Samples 
iproval  NOW  I 


THIS  EASY, 
PLEASANT  WAY 

$50  is  yours  for  selling 
1 00  boxes  Greeting 
Cards  at  $1. 

•      •  • 

SO  personal  stationery 
sheets  &  envelopes  with 
name  &  address  at  $1. 


50  napkins  with  name 
or  monogram  at  $1. 
IT,  370  PLANE  ST..  DEPT.  2,  NEWARK  2,  N.  J. 


more.  So  here's  more  and  more  for  you  and 
you'll  recognize  it  when  you  taste  it.  It's  a 
wonderful  bell  ringer. 

CHOCOLATE-MERINGUE  PIE 

Bake  a  9-inch  pie  shell  and  set  aside  lo  rool. 
Melt  4  squares  unsweetened  chocolate  and 
set  aside.  Scald  2  cups  milk.  Add  1  %  cups 
sugar,  2  tahlespoons  hutter,  Y2  teaspoon 
salt,  and  5  tahlespoons  cornstarch  mixed 
with  l/2  cup  cold  milk.  Cook  over  direct  heat 
in  top  of  douhle  hoiler  until  thickened  and 
smooth,  stirring  all  the  lime.  Then  set  over 
rapidly  boiling  water.  Cover  and  cook  10  lo 
15  minutes  until  mixture  no  longer  tastes 
starchy.  Add  the  melted  chocolate.  Beat 
smooth.  Add  mixture  to  6  egg  yolks  beaten 
just  enough  to  blend  well.  Return  quickly  lo 
double  boiler.  Beat  very  thoroughly  with  an 
egg  beater,  and  cook  2  minutes  over  rapidly 
boiling  water.  The  mixture  should  be  so 
thick  that  it  will  not  run  out  of  an  inverted 
saucer.  Beat  again,  add  I  teaspoons  va- 
nilla, and  pour  into  the  cooled  pie  shell.  Cool 
thoroughly.  File  high  with  meringue  made  of 
the  6  egg  whites  beaten  stiff  with  a  pinch  of 
salt  and  %  cup  sugar,  added  a  lablespoonful 
at  a  time.  Bake  in  a  moderate  oven,  350°F., 
for  12  lo  15  minutes,  not  allowing  the  me- 
ringue to  become  too  brown.  Serve  cold,  but 
do  not  put  the  pie  into  the  refrigerator. 

On  the  March.  There's  much  to  be  done, 
for  spring  is  almost  here.  Leaves  to  be  raked, 
tree  pruning  to  be  done.  All  the  old,  delight- 
ful activities  we've  known  for  years  and 
years.  And  what  was  that  I  heard?  A  wood 
dove,  as  I  live  and  breathe.  A  wood  dove — 
mournful  and  looking  for  its  mate.  And  if 
you  want  to  see  interest  and  excitement 
boiled  down  as  sap  will  soon  boil  down  in 
Vermont,  and  running  over  like  sugar  on 
snow,  you  ought  to  see  my  two  Persian  kit- 
tens, looking  out  the  French  doors.  White 
and  black  and  crazy  about  the  birds.  I'm  a 
little  crazy  myself,  so  good-by  for  now. 
Happy  March ! 


CURATIVE  WORKSHOP 
IN  GREEN  RAY,  WIS. 

(Continued  from  Page  23) 

going  to  try  out  for  the  football  team  next 
year."  (While  he  talked,  Bricky  kept  punch- 
ing the  hollow  of  his  fielder's  glove — a  sort 
of  amulet  against  the  bad  times  when  he 
couldn't  use  it.)  "I  wasn't  so  lucky  to  get 
sick  in  the  first  place,  but  I  was  awful  lucky 
the  Curative  Workshop  could  fix  me  up," 
he  said. 

What  this  community-sponsored  center 
for  the  rehabilitation  of  handicapped  and 
disabled  persons  did  for  Bricky,  it  has  done 
for  many  others.  In  its  first  year  of  opera- 
tion, 225  patients  were  treated  and  199  dis- 
charged after  having  received  the  maximum 
benefit.  Pretty  good  for  a  project  which  be- 
gan with  a  budget  of  $1000  donated  by  the 
Altrusa  Club  of  Green  Bay. 

Today,  nearly  all  of  Green  Bay's  55,000 
citizens  take  personal  pride  in  the  husky 
Green  Bay  Packers'  professional  football 
team,  and  a  warm  civic  pride  in  the  new  Cura- 
tive Workshop.  The  group  which  channels 
this  civic  enthusiasm  into  constructive  com- 
munity projects  is  the  Brown  County  Wel- 
fare Council,  originally  christened  the  Green 
Bay  Council  of  Social  Agencies  in  1922.  This 
association  of  all  public  and  private  social- 
welfare  groups,  civic  organizations  and  lay 
members  works  in  conjunction  with  the 
Green  Bay  Community  Chest  in  co-ordinat- 
ing established  welfare  services  and  in  seeing 
that  new  ones  are  initiated  when  they  are 
needed. 

Back  in  1945,  the  council  made  a  survey 
which  proved  the  need  for  such  a  "curative 
workshop"  in  this  area.  Green  Bay's  propor- 
tion of  layoffs  from  crippling  occupational 
accidents  was  high  (as  expected  in  a  city  of 
its  size  and  industrialization).  Then  there 
were  the  victims  of  polio  and  other  disabling 
diseases.  Already  three  other  Wisconsin 
towns— Oshkosh,  Wausau  and  Milwaukee— 


THE  POPULAR  POOD 

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tASy-T0-MAKE 
HEART'S  DELIGHT 
APRICOT  NECTAR 
SHERBET 


Simmer  Vi  cup  apricot  nectar  and  '/>  cup  sugar 
for  2  minutes.  Si i r  in  I  cup  ncclar.  2  teaspoons 
lemon  juice  and  '/&  teaspoons  salt.  Freeze  to  a 
mush.  Add  2  tablespoons  sugar  to  2  stiflly-bcalen 
egg  whites;  fold  into  frozen  mixture.  Freeze  un- 
til firm,  stirring  twice.  Serves  6. 

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LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


Gibbs 

Underwear 

for 

Infants  &  Children 


Kids  will  be  Kids  with  Spring  on  hand! 
And  though  they  slide  to  beat  the  band 
Our  Princess  Charming  and  His  Nibs 
Are  "Sittin'  Pretty"  ...  on  their  GIBBS! 

Lysbeth  Boyd  Bone 


4* 

Si 


Start  them  right  with  Gibbs  and  follow  through 
the  teen  age  years.  Gibbs  cotton  Garments  are  made  of 
selected  Fine  Quality  Combed  Yarn  for  long  wear. 

Easy  to  launder  .  .  .  stay  soft  .  .  .  hold  shape. 
Exquisitely  tailored  to  prevent  binding  or  chafing  .  .  . 
allows  plenty  of  room  for  action.  At  leading 
Department  Stores  and  Specialty  Shops. 


Four  soft  shades 
of  Tulip  sheen, 
In  every  size 
To  "Sweet  Sixteen"! 

L.B.B. 


NEW!  Val-laced  Trimmed 
Slips  &  Panties  of  Gibbs 
soft  Tricot    Hold  shape, 
easy  CO  wash,  no  ironing. 
Pink,  blue,  white,  maize. 

GIBUS  UNDI.IWI.AK  (  () 
Empire  Slate  Bldg.,  New  York  1 
Philadelphia  34,  Pa. 


had  curative  workshops,  but  a  similar  project 
in  Green  Bay  could  also  serve  parts  of  North- 
eastern Wisconsin  and  a  part  of  Northern 
Michigan. 

The  Welfare  Council  put  out  feelers  on  the 
project  to  see  if  any  of  the  local  service  clubs 
were  interested  in  sponsoring  it.  The  Altrusa 
Club  of  Green  Bay  volunteered  immediately. 
The  objective  of  the  Workshop,  when  it 
finally  opened  for  the  first  patients,  in. Sep- 
tember of  1948,  was  to  serve  as  "an  out- 
patient clinic  for  physical  restoration  of 
handicapped  and  disabled  persons  through 
physical  and  occupational  therapy." 

"The  original  $1000  which  we  donated 
seems  microscopic  now,"  remembers  Miss 
Eva  McGill,  who  was  then  president  of  the 
Altrusa  group.  Since  then,  a  total  of  some 
$9000  has  been  donated  by  community 
groups,  individuals,  and  industry — not  in- 
cluding an  inestimable  amount  of  free  labor 
and  equipment. 

It  was  apparent  almost  from  the  outset 
that  the  project  was  too  large  for  the  Altrusa 
Club  to  carry  alone.  So  in  1947,  the  Workshop 
committee  enlisted  the  aid  of  other  organiza- 
tions and  individuals.  The  local  Kiwanis 
Club  was  first  to  come  forward — with 
$1407.45,  raised  through  a  benefit  musical. 
The  Green  Bay  Service  League,  comparable 
to  the  Junior  Leagues  of  other  cities,  donated 
more  than  $1000,  earmarked  for  use  in  the 
treatment  of  children.  The  Jewish  Ladies' 
Aid  fitted  out  a  king-sized  linen  closet  of 
three  dozen  sheets  and  a  similar  number  of 
pillowcases  for  the  Workshop.  The  Elks 
Ladies  raised  $200  for  Venetian  blinds. 

Individuals  caught  the  spirit  of  helping 
too.  A  businessman  gave  $100  toward  the 
purchase  of  an  ultraviolet  lamp.  An  imagi- 
native housewife  gave  two  days'  jury  pay — 
$14.95.  One  elderly  lady,  the  trustee  for  a 
defunct  trust  fund,  donated  the  $54  left  in 
her  treasury.  A  real  estate  man  contributed 
part  of  his  commission  on  the  sale  of  the 
house  finally  chosen  for  the  Workshop. 

These  contributions,  plus  another  $1000 
from  the  Altrusa's  own  treasury,  and  a  $500 
Christmas  check  from  the  Brown  County 
Association  for  the  Disabled,  gave  the  project 
a  good  start.  After  the  Workshop  was  reg- 
istered as  a  nonstock,  nonprofit  corporation 
in  January,  1948,  the  new  directors,  with 
President  A.  W.  Bouffard  leading  the  march, 
took  over  the  problem  of  house  hunting.  But 
in  the  early  months  of  that  year,  Green 
Bay's  housing  shortage  was  at  its  tightest. 

A  big  house  on  Cherry  Street,  one  of  Green 
Bay's  once-fine  residential  sections,  now  a 
little  too  close  to  the  center  of  town,  was 
listed  for  sale  at  $14,000.  With  some  per- 
suasion, the  new  officers  of  the  corporation 
succeeded  in  getting  the  heirs  to  reduce  their 
price  to  $11,000.  With  the  help  of  a  mort- 
gage from  a  Green  Bay  bank,  the  Work- 
shop's accumulated  funds  and  a  loan  of 
$2000  from  a  local  businessman  with  the 
Green  Bay  Kiwanis  Club  as  cosigner,  the 
Workshop  Corporation  was  able  to  file  away 
a  "paid-in-full"  bill  of  sale  on  the  desirable 
house. 

Following  close  on  the  heels  of  this  trans 
action,  the  Altrusans  appointed  a  cleanup 
committee  with  Myrtle  Dennis  chairman 
With  ten  able  helpers.  Miss  Dennis— who  is 
surgical  superintendent  at  Bellin  Hospital 
in  Green  Bay— went  to  work  with  broom 
and  scrub  brush.  "We  even  attempted  to 
scrape  off  the  layers  of  old  wallpaper  which 
caked  the  walls,"  they  remember.  One  of 
the  officers  of  the  Workshop  Corporation  put 
her  executive  dignity  in  her  pocket  and  t<x>k 
charge  of  ridding  the  basement  of  many 
years'  accumulation  of  old  rubbish.  She  sold 
the  several  tons  of  coal  left  in  the  bin  and 
scrubbed  every  inch  of  the  basement  floor ! 

Next  the  Workshop  officers  timidly  ap- 
proached a  l<x-al  painters'  union  to  lend  a 
hand  in  the  decoration  of  the  new  Workshop 

headquarters,  John  Hunter,  head  of  Local 

No.  'S.i7,  agreed  right  away:  "This  is  the 
first  time  the  union  has  ever  been  asked  to 
help  with  a  community  project.  We're 
tickled  to  death."  Local  contractors  loaned 
ladders,  lifts  and  tarpaulins  without  charge. 
The  Green  Bay  retail  paint  dealers  sold 
supplies  at  cost. 


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The  officers,  with  the  encouragement  of 
the  union,  also  talked  to  John  E.  Hanson, 
secretary  of  the  Trades  Council.  As  a  result, 
members  of  the  electricians',  plumbers', 
steam  fitters'  and  journeyman  carpenters' 
locals  began  checking  in  at  the  big  house, 
evenings  and  week  ends,  to  revamp  the 
entire  interior.  They  sanded  floors,  installed 
therapy  fixtures  and  rewired  the  building  to 
carry  the  heavy  electrical  load  of  new  high- 
powered  equipment. 

It  was  a  proud  day  for  Green  Bay  when 
the  doors  of  the  Curative  Workshop  finally 
opened.  The  building,  pleasantly  Victorian, 
sits  back  from  the  street  among  fine  old 
shade  trees.  Two  big  lilac  bushes,  heavy  with 
blooms  each  spring,  flank  the  driveway. 
There  is  a  fresh  green-and-white  sign  on  the 
well-clipped  lawn,  "Curative  Workshop." 
New-laid  steps  lead  up  the  terrace,  as  does 
the  ramp — sloping  gently  for  those  patients 
who  walk  with  difficulty  or  come  in  wheel 
chairs. 

Inside,  the  big  rooms,  although  furnished 
with  purely  functional  furniture,  are  cheer- 
ful with  bright,  new  paint  and  shining  Vene- 
tian blinds.  There  are  powerful  lamps  and 
equipment  for  healing  therapy  by  heat, 
water,  massage  or  exercise. 

When  Bricky  Bills,  one  of  the  patients  to 
receive  treatment  at  the  Workshop,  began 
his  visits,  there  was  only  one  therapist.  In 
seven  months,  she  averaged  a  little  better 
than  ten  treatments  a  day.  She  was  assisted 
at  the  Workshop  by  the  volunteers  from  the 
Service  League  who  did  all  sorts  of  odd  jobs- 
making  appointments,  meeting  patients, 
typing,  filing,  reading  to  patients  like  Bricky, 


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who  would  otherwise  find  their  treatment 
periods  at  the  Workshop  hard  to  bear.  Since 
April,  1949,  the  Workshop  has  had  two  pro- 
fessional therapists,  and  a  paid  office  girl  has 
been  added. 

Members  of  the  Tri-County  Medical  So- 
ciety (an  association  of  doctors  from  Brown, 
Kewaunee  and  Door  counties)  serve  as  an 
enthusiastic  medical  advisory  committee  to 
the  Workshop,  with  their  president,  Dr.  W.  W. 
Ford,  as  ex-officio  chairman.  Every  treat- 
ment at  the  Workshop  must  be  prescribed 
by  a  doctor.  Under  this  plan,  the  Workshop 
benefits  by  the  doctor's  direction  and  achieves 
best  utilization  of  the  therapists'  time.  The 
Workshop  has  benefited  greatly,  too,  from 
the  professional  background  of  Tracy  Copp, 
who,  before  her  retirement  in  1947,  was 
assistant  director  of  the  Federal  Govern- 
ment's program  of  vocational  rehabilita- 
tion. Miss  Copp  advised  on  the  original 
plans  and  now  serves  as  consultant  to  the 
board  of  directors. 

Miss  Helen  Hanson,  treasurer  of  the  Work- 
shop Corporation,  points  out  that  in  the 
first  year  of  operation,  the  total  income  from 
patients'  treatments  reached  $11,500.  Shop 
operation  expenses  exceeded  this  income  by 
$3400,  which  amount  was  absorbed  by  the 
Green  Bay  Community  Chest,  to  which  the 
Workshop  was  admitted  as  a  participating 
member  in  October,  1948.  Though  only  5  per 
cent  of  the  Workshop's  present  budget  is 
allotted  to  charity  patients,  no  one  is  denied 
treatment  because  he  is  unable  to  pay.  Miss 
Hanson  believes,  however,  that  "if  a  pa- 
tient can  pay  anything  at  all— even  a 
quarter— he  feels  better  about  accepting 
treatment."  Thus  far  about  60  per  cent  of 
the  source  of  fee  payment  has  been  from 
insurance-compensation  carriers,  the  Na- 
tional Foundation  for  Infantile  Paralysis 
and  other  private  and  public  agencies.  The 
balance  has  been  paid  by  private  patients. 

William  Berman  was  the  kind  of  patient 
Florence  Hanson,  secretary  of  the  Workshop, 
had  in  mind  when  she  also  emphasized  the 
strong  feeling  of  independence  most  Green 
Bay  citizens  have.  An  immigrant  from  Lith- 
uania, he  came  to  Green  Bay  in  1904.  Five 


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Children's  Size  Tablets 


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years  later,  he  lost  his  left  leg  in  an  accident. 
But  his  good  leg  finally  brought  him  to  the 
Workshop.  He  had  torn  a  ligament  while 
reaching  for  a  carton  of  eggs  in  his  poultry 
and  produce  shop,  and,  as  a  result,  he  was 
unable  to  walk  at  all.  After  four  weeks  at  tiiG 
Workshop  he  said,  "Tney're  fixing  me  up 
fine."  He  liked  the  Workshop  because  it 
wasn't  a  "charity  place."  "I  may  not  be 
able  to  get  around  so  good,"  Berman  said, 
"but  I  can  still  pay  my  own  way." 

Another  loyal  Workshop  booster  is  Andy 
Tweet.  Until  September,  1948,  Andy,  a  Navy 
veteran,  was  making  good  prcgress  at  St. 
Norbert  College,  near  Green  Bay.  He  had 
saved  up  $500  to  get  married  when  polio  hit 
him.  and  left  him  unable  to  walk.  His  doctor 
prescribed  the  Workshop  as  soon  as  he  left 
the  hospit  J.  When  he  was  wheeled  in  for  his 
first  treatment,  Andy  asked  the  therapist, 
"Do  you  think  you  can  get  me  down  the 
aisle  by  next  Christmas?"  And  he  thought 
he  was  kidding. 

After  six  months,  Andy  could  do  practi- 
cally anything  he  could  in  his  pre-polio  days. 
He  had  discarded  leg  braces,  and  most  of  his 
muscular  control  had  returned.  He  was 
swimming  two  hours  daily  at  the  "Y"  pool, 
and  going  to  school  three  days  a  week.  He 
danced,  now,  with  his  girl.  "Of  course,"  he 
admitted,  "I  still  don't  try  anything  very 
fancy  on  a  slippery  floor." 

The  Workshop  Committee  has  no  idea  of 
allowing  things  to  remain  status  quo. 
There  are  big  plans  for  the  near  future — even 
bigger  ones  for  later  on.  They  will  start,  very 
soon,  an  occupational  therapy  department, 
a  speech  clinic,  a  posture  clinic  for  children, 
and  a  "home-bound"  therapy  service,  with 
a  technician  who  can  visit  and  treat  patients 
too  handicapped  to  come  to  the  Workshop; 
an  educational  program  directed  toward  the 
acceptance  of  the  handicapped  in  industrial 
employment,  and  a  sales  outlet  for  the 
articles  to  be  made  by  the  handicapped. 
The  big  hope  for  the  distant  future  is  a 
swimming  pool  of  their  own,  attached  to  the 
Workshop. 

Although,  to  all  appearances,  the  Curative 
Workshop  in  Green  Bay  mushroomed  almost 
overnight,  its  growth  has  not  been  haphazard. 
Jane  O'Melia,  vice-president  of  the  Work- 
shop Corporation,  and  a  popular  young 
Green  Bay  lawyer,  explains,  "We  spent  two 
years  in  planning.  Every  moment  of  that 
time  was  important.  It  has  helped  us  grow 
quickly  without  making  mistakes.  Now, 
thanks  to  our  sound  groundwork,  we  believe 
that  the  Workshop  will  be  able  to  expand  to 
the  limit,  to  serve  our  community." 


DEXIM  DOES  IT! 

(Continued  from  Page  Z14) 

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upholstered  chairs  and  one  or  more  side 
chairs,  a  coffee  table  and  either  cabinets  or 
lamp  tables  to  suit  your  own  arrangement. 
Cabinets  will  help  solve  your  storage  prob- 
lems too. 

Scouting  about  for  a  sturdy  fabric  that 
was  attractive,  washable  and  also  inexpen- 
sive, we  rediscovered  denim  in  a  wide  range 
of  fresh  new  colorings.  In  addition  to  the  soft 
blue  chosen  for  our  own  scheme,  it  comes  in 
such  colors  as  pink,  green,  violet,  and  yellow, 
priced  at  around  79  cents  a  yard.  Matching 
stripes  add  that  dash  of  style  which  small 
rooms  need. 

To  make  all  the  decorations  washable,  we 
slip-covered  the  furniture  and  left  the  cur- 
tains unlined.  Even  the  sectional  sofa  lias 
removable  covers  zippercd  on  over  rubber 
cushioning.  Work  clothes  worn  indoors  and 
the  wear  and  tear  of  children  at  play  make  it 
a  joy  to  have  fabrics  that  keep  fresh  with 
repeated  laundering. 

Painting  the  wall  to  match  the  denim  and 
using  a  neutral-toned  linen  fiber  rug  made 
the  room  look  larger.  Notice  also  how  well 
the  simple  furniture  combines  with  our  home- 
made shelves  and  magazine  rack  a  sugges- 
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243 


Overprotecting  a  child  is  asking  for  trouble — 
tantrums,  maladjustment  and  behavior  problems. 


The  Overprotective  Mother 

Miff  Dr.  Herman  IV.  Ilundvsvn 

President,  Chicago  Board  of  Health 


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rupt  others  and  dominate  the  class, 
could  be  good  when  he  wanted  to. 
ould  he  be  such  a  demon  outside  of 

a  subscriber  to  the  truism  that  the 
i  child  is  almost  invariably  the 
t  of  problem  parents,  and  have  said 
I  times.  But  it  is  important  to  re- 


alize that  by  no  means  all  parents  of  psy- 
chologically difficult  children  are  ignorant 
or  unloving.  In  many  cases  the  parent  is  as 
much  a  victim  as  the  child.  It  is  circum- 
stances that  are  to  blame. 

This  is  frequently  the  case  with  the  over- 
solicitous  or  overprotective  mother — a 
common  cause  of  abnormal,  antisocial  be- 
havior on  the  part  of  the  child.  In  this 
drama  the  mother  plays  an  unconscious 
role.  Moved  by  forces  of  whose  existence 
she  is  unaware,  she  responds  by  dominating 
or  indulging  her  child  to  a  point  which  can 
easily  interfere  with  normal  adjustment  and 
development. 

I  didn't  have  to  find  out  many  of  the 
details  of  Ronnie's  case  before  I  began  to 
suspect  this  was  the  trouble  here.  The 
' '  model  mother ' '  reports  were  a  tip-off ;  it  is 
typical  of  the  overprotective  mother  that 
she  denies  herself  many  normal  interests 
and  relationships  in  order  to  devote  her- 
self unstintingly  to  her  child.  The  fact  is 
that,  unconsciously,  she  may  be  encourag- 
ing him  to  stay  at  home  in  order  to  avoid 
the  hurts  and  hazards  of  normal  play  with 
children  his  own  age. 

Further  study  confirmed  these  early  sus- 
picions. Ronnie's  mother  made  him  so  com- 
pletely the  center  of  the  universe  that  he 
never  had  a  chance  to  learn  what  children 
ought  to  know  about  the  rights  of  others, 
or  to  do  things  for  himself  and  thus  de- 
velop as  an  independent  personality.  Long 
after  it  was  natural  for  her  to  do  so,  for 
example,  she  had  continued  to  bathe  and 
dress  Ronnie,  and  she  still  insisted  on 
driving  him  to  and  from  school. 

Characteristic  of  the  overprotective  atti- 
tude was  her  unreasonable  exaggeration  of 
the  dangers  of  letting  him  cross  streets  by 
himself.  Actually,  the  few  suburban  blocks 
between  their  home  and  the  school  were  per- 
fectly safe,  even  for  children  much  younger 
than  Ronnie.  Roaming  and  exploring  a  little 
on  the  way  home  from  school  are  normal 
ways  for  children  to  learn  and  grow.  His 
mother's  anxiety  thus  deprived  Ronnie  of 
these  and  many  other  childhood  expe- 
riences that  have  a  proper,  necessary  place 
in  the  business  of  growing  up. 

As  frequently  happens  in  these  cases, 
Ronnie's  father  was  pushed  into  the  back- 
ground. Finding  that  any  attempt  on  his 
part  to  discipline  the  child  met  with  resist- 
ance from  the  mother,  he  had  long  since 


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given  up,  in  the  interests  of  peace,  and  ac- 
cepted the  passive  position  assigned  him. 
Though  he  had  to  put  up  with  a  son  who  was 
often  ill-tempered  and  more  critical  of  him 
than  a  small  boy  should  ever  be  of  his  father, 
I  found  their  relationship  fairly  pleasant  on 
the  whole.  Apparently  the  worst  in  the  child 
was  brought  out  by  his  mother,  and  the  ab- 
normally close  bond  he  had  with  her. 

The  cause  of  this  abnormal  affinity  of 
mother  and  son  was  not  hard  to  find  as  I 
studied  this  interesting  family  more  closely. 
Anonly  child,  Ronnie  had  been  born,  after  five 
or  six  childless  years,  to  parents  who  were  in 
their  thirties  when  they  were  married.  Thus 
he  became  the  sole  object  of  maternal  feelings 
that  had  been  pent  up  for  years.  Ronnie  had 
had  one  or  two  severe  illnesses  when  he  was  a 
baby — experiences  which  no  doubt  added  to 
his  mother's  anxieties,  realizing  as  she  did 
that  she  would  have  no  more  children. 

I  could  find  no  evidence  that  Ronnie's 
mother  had  been  deprived  of  normal  love 
during  her  own  childhood  and  was  compen- 
sating for  this  lack  by  excessive  feelings  about 
her  son — a  fairly  common  cause  of  overpro- 
tectiveness.  Neither  was  there  evidence  that 
her  relations  with  her  husband  failed  to 
gratify  her  craving  for  love,  another  com- 
mon cause.  It  was  a  simple  case  of  "too 
little,  too  late"  to  satisfy  the  maternal  drive, 
which  in  Ronnie's  mother  was  strong,  and 
rather  to  her  credit  than  otherwise. 

The  fact  that  Ronnie's  parents  had  sought 
advice  about  his  temper  tantrums  and 
aggressiveness  was  a  sign  that  they  knew 
something  was  wrong. 

The  first  and  most  important  step  toward 
correcting  the  situation  was  to  get  both  par- 
ents to  realize  what  was  happening,  and  how 
it  was  hurting  their  child.  Since  they  were 
intelligent  and  truly  loved  their  son,  this 
was  not  hard  to  do. 

Recognition  alone,  however,  did  not  solve 
the  problem  in  Ronnie's  case  and  will  not  in 
most  cases  of  overprotectiveness.  The  habits 
of  thinking  and  doing  that  have  developed 
over  a  period  of  several  years  cannot  be 
wished  out  of  existence  overnight.  Often  it  is 
desirable  to  send  the  too-protected  child  away 
to  camp,  or  even  to  boarding  school,  so  that 
he  will  be  physically  beyond  reach  of  the 
mother's  overpowering  impulse  to  shelter 
and  indulge  him  and  thus  dominate  his  life. 

When  this  is  unnecessary  or  impossible,  a 
systematic  effort  must  be  made  to  keep  the 
youngster  busy  at  school  and  neighborhood 
activities  and  away  from  home.  This  is  hard 
on  the  mother  at  first,  but  when  she  under- 
stands that  the  problem  is  as  much  hers  as 
her  child's,  she  is  usually  equal  to  the  dis- 
cipline that  is  required. 

It  is  important,  however,  for  the  child  to 
realize  that  he  is  loved  as  much  as  he  ever 
was.  The  new  attitude,  while  firm,  should  be 
kindly  and  objective,  else  confusion  and  re- 
bellion may  result. 

Serious  as  it  may  become,  the  problem  of 
overprotectiveness  arises  from  a  mother's 
love  for  her  offspring.  To  correct  it,  her  love 
must  be  directed  into  the  proper  channels, 
but  not  in  any  way  diminished  or  destroyed. 
Overindulged  boys  and  girls  are  usually  not 
happy  themselves  in  antisocial  behavior,  and 
often  express  a  wish  that  "somebody  would 
make  them  behave  the  way  they  ought  to." 
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Dr.  Amy  R.  Hoi  way  studied  a  group  of 
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Records  of  play  interviews  showed  that 
the  children  who  had  been  fed  when  hungry, 
and  who  had  no  strict  toilet  training,  were 
both  less  aggressive  and  more  realistic  in  their 
play.  (Play  materials  consisted  of  a  family  of 
dolls  corresponding  to  the  child's  own  family, 
dollhouse  furniture  and  clay.) 

This  makes  sense  according  to  modern 
psychological  theory,  since  most  psychia- 
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ing food  to  a  hungry  child  produces  resent- 
ment, which  in  turn  produces  aggression.  If 
the  aggressive  child  is  disapproved  of,  he  may 
retreat  into  fantasy.  The  high-scheduled, 
strictly  trained  children  in  this  group  seemed 
to  do  just  that. 

In  an  article  in  the  Journal  of  Genetic 
Psychology  (Vol.  74,  No.  2),  Sherman  Ross 
and  Jean  Goodwin  Ross  show  that  puppies 
eat  from  14  to  51  per  cent  more  food  in 
groups  than  alone.  Earlier  investigators 
quoted  by  the  authors  proved  that  chickens, 
paradise  fish,  shiners  and  monkeys  also  like 
dinner  parties.  Maybe  that's  why  big  fami- 
lies and  well-run  nursery  schools  so  seldom 
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SMALL-TOWN  REBEL 

(Continued  from  Page  208) 

little  more  than  four  walls  without  bath- 
room, electricity  or  running  water.  Although 
they  expected  an  income  of  only  $75  a  month 
from  the  farm,  Ray — no  spendthrift — bought 
his  wife  a  piano  on  their  honeymoon. 

When  the  first  baby  arrived,  within  a  year 
of  their  marriage,  Ray  seemed  to  resent  the 
intrusion  into  their  intimacy  and  spent  long 
hours  in  the  company  of  his  mother.  Maurine, 
on  the  other  hand,  felt  an  increased  depend- 
ence upon  her  mother,  no  longer  living  in 
Buda.  If  her  mother's  regular  letter  was 
so  much  as  a  day  late,  she  was  engulfed 
in  worry  and  depression.  Then  she  began 
to  realize,  with  profound  shock,  that 
her  mother — always  a  tower  of  strength 
to  Maurine — was  beginning  to  lose  her 
mind. 

With  the  coming  of  the  second  child,  a 
girl,  Ray  began  to  enjoy  parenthood.  Maurine 
had  three  strapping  children,  the  oldest 
seven  years  old  when  the  fourth  arrived, 
like  the  others,  at  home  with  the  help  of  a 
midwife  and  country  doctor.  Maurine  had 
no  anesthesia  of  any  kind,  stanchly  gritted 
her  teeth  so  that  the  three  children  in  ad- 
joining rooms  never  heard  a  cry.  The  new 
baby,  a  girl,  was  born  with  a  defective  heart. 
Three  or  four  times  a  day  she  would  give  a 
faint  gasp  from  her  basket  and  fall  into  a 
coma  while  Maurine  struggled  to  revive  her 
with  artificial  respiration.  Fearful  that  she 
would  slip  away  during  the  night,  Maurine 
spent  sleepless  hours  peering  into  her  little 


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face.  When  the  baby  was  a  few  months  old, 
the  three  other  children  came  down  with 
whooping  cough.  "I'm  afraid  you're  going 
to  lose  this  one,"  the  doctor  told  her  gently 
as  he  gave  the  blue  baby  some  protective 
serum. 

Three  months  after  her  baby  died  from 
whooping  cough,  Maurine  was  again  preg- 
nant. Ray  was  out  in  the  dairy  barn  the 
Thanksgiving  Day  the  new  child  arrived,  a 
husky  nine-pound  boy.  Ray  had  taken  the 
death  of  his  small  daughter  so  hard  that 
Maurine  would  not  let  anyone  call  him, 
hoping  to  surprise  him  with  the  arrival  of  her 
beautiful  new  child.  "The  new  baby's 
come!"  the  children  told  their  father  jubi- 
lantly as  he  stepped  in  the  back  door  with 
the  milk  pail.  The  little  form  next  to  his 
wife's  shoulder  seemed  to  be  asleep.  He  died 
in  the  hospital  a  few  hours  later  of  hemo- 
philia. 

If  Maurine  never  shed  a  tear  in  the  presence 
of  her  friends  helping  her,  it  was  because  she 
was  beyond  them.  Her  mother's  insanity 
had  aroused  fears  that  she,  herself,  was 
headed  for  the  same  fate;  now  added  to  this 
was  the  possibility  that  she  might  have 
passed  along  to  her  children  the  genes  of 
hemophilia.  The  doctor  assured  her  that  her 
son's  affliction  was  probably  only  a  freak 
case;  subsequently  she  bore  two  perfectly 
healthy  daughters,  now  six  and  four  years 
old.  Two  years  ago  she  had  another  son  who 
lived  only  a  few  hours,  but  showed  no  sign 
of  hemophilia. 

An  unusually  devout  person  (she  had  once 
planned  to  be  a  missionary).  Maurine  now 
underwent  a  period  of  intense  religious  dis- 
belief. Her  mother's  death  in  a  mental 
institution  led  her  to  believe  that  an  over- 
developed sense  of  moral  guilt  or  sin 
(brought  about  by  hearing  a  hell-and- 
brimstone  revivalist)  had  first  unbalanced 
her  mother's  mind.  Then  she  began  reading 
everything  she  could  find  on  the  relation  of 
religion  and  mental  health,  plowing  through 
James,  Freud,  Fosdick,  Menninger.  Grad- 
ually, with  Ray's  help,  she  recovered  her 


belief  in  religion,  lost  her  fears  abol 
own  mental  health.  She  re-examined  h| 
great  dependence  upon  her  mother 
solved  to  raise  her  five  children  to 
tionally  secure  and  free  individuals, 
person  must  learn  not  only  to  livt| 
others,  but  to  live  with  himself," 
Maurine. 

Individual  differences  are  carefull 
spected  in  this  family.  Tall,  skinrnl 
Bobbie,  sixteen,  with  the  broomsticf 
and  bright,  eager  look,  is  the  scientij 
ready  absorbed  in  science  textbooks  i 
lege  level  borrowed  from  the  Austin  lill 
His  bedroom  cupboards,  filled  with  ;i 
graphic,  chemical  and  electrical  app 
are  protected  from  prying  little  hanl 
an  intricate  system  of  electric  locks  wh| 
invented. 

Donski  (Don  Lehman),  ten,  is  the  N'| 
Boy,  loving  all  sports,  a  real  farmer  at  11 
"Donski  has  to  learn  through  experl 
seems  like,"  says  his  father.  "Ray  B| 
will  look  up  about  worms  in  a  book, 
will  go  find  one." 

Shirley  Rae,  at  the  acutely  self-consi 
age  of  fourteen,  is  pretty  and  femi 
wants  to  be  a  dress  designer.  Her  moil 
disregard  for  the  looks  of  the  house  seril 
disturbs  her,  and  she  has  announced  thii 
will  not  have  any  friends  overnight  unt] 
place  has  curtains  and  shades  "like 
people's."  Like  most  farmers,  her  fathell 
a  lot  more  point  in  buying  a  new  ta  I 
attachment  than  in  adding  frills  to  the  I 
however,  for  Shirley's  peace  of  mind  tx  \ 
and  Maurine  feel  that  something  shou 
done  to  ease  the  extreme  austerity  o 
place. 

The  two  youngest  girls,  Nikki  Ga\  | 
Hazel  Gen,  have  impish  eyes  and  an  al] 
classical  beauty.  They  play  merrily  ur 
foot  all  day,  generally  barefooted, 
the  ten  cats,  tacking  endless  crayon  pict 
up  on  the  wall. 

Ray,  Senior,  having  bought  the  hous 
60  acres  for  $3600  in  1928,  has  built  a  l 
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in  electricity  and  added  a  new  roof.  Just  the 
other  day  he  was  offered  $5000  for  the  house 
alone. 

Although  small,  the  house  fits,  thanks 
to  Ray's  ingenuity  in  making  built-in  cab- 
inets and  cupboards.  To  solve  the  traffic 
problem  in  the  one  bathroom,  Ray  takes 
outdoor  showers  all  year  round,  although 
winter  temperatures  in  Buda  frequently 
reach  the  low  20's. 

This  easy-moving  dairyman,  with  his 
tanned  skin  and  warm  gray  eyes,  is  sick  per- 
haps one  day  a  year  with  a  slight  cold.  He 
rises  regularly  at  3:30  a.m.  to  milk  the  cows, 
after  an  average  of  six  hours'  sleep.  Last 
summer,  he  earned  S400  for  the  P.T.A.  by 
selling  soft  drinks  at  the  local  ball  park  until 
midnight  three  nights  a  week,  got  out  of  bed 
at  his  usual  hour  with  no  complaints.  With 
no  hired  help,  Ray  tends  to  his  herd  of  fifty 
cows  and  heifers,  does  all  the  milking,  and 
with  the  help  of  his  father  keeps  their  com- 
bined 140  acres  fenced  and  cultivated. 
Maurine  says  that  Ray  is  too  much  of  a 
perfectionist  to  get  along  with  hired  help. 
His  dairy  barn  is  as  immaculate  as  a  hospital 
operating  room. 

"All  I  know  about  women  I  learned  from 
Maurine  and  the  cows,"  says  Ray  with  a 
twinkle.  He  raised  all  his  herd  from  calves, 
calls  each  of  the  fifty  by  name.  "Cows  need 
lots  of  affection,"  he  says,  "especially  when 
they're  in  that  jumpy  state  after  a  new  calf. 
You  have  to  talk  to  them,  soothe  them,  make 
them  feel  secure.  Only  difference  between 
cows  and  women  is,  cows  have  a  wonderful 
sense  of  time." 

The  Rylander  dairy,  jointly  run  by  Ray 
and  his  dad,  grosses  about  $12,000  a  year,  of 
which  Ray's  share  after  expenses  are  de- 
ducted is  between  $4000  and  S5000.  Even- 
tually the  whole  herd  and  140  acres  will 
be  his,  since  he  is  an  only  child.  In  the 
meantime,  Ray  is  wondering  how  he  will 
swing  college  for  his  brood.  At  the  present 
time,  even  postage  for  sending  packages 
abroad  means  dipping  into  their  food  budget 
of  S150amonth.  Their  car,  a  1948  Chevrolet, 
was  a  present  from  Ray's  family.  Yet,  with 
considerable  scrimping,  and  by  making  half 
of  the  family's  clothes,  Maurine  managed  to 
contribute  $225  last  year  toward  the  new- 
Methodist  church  in  Buda.  On  top  of  this, 
she  and  Ray  commissioned  a  local  artist 
to  do  a  large  copy  in  oils  of  a  German  paint- 
ing, Christ  the  Consoler,  to  hang  behind  the 
altar  of  the  new  church,  at  a  cost  of  S300. 

Because  of  this  extra  expense.  Maurine 
has  temporarily  given  up  her  music-composi- 
tion course  at  the  University  of  Texas.  She 
has  written  some  lively  children's  songs,  plus 
an  ambitious  concert  number  based  upon 
Rachmaninoff's  Prelude  in  C  sharp  Minor. 
"  I  don't  expect  to  be  a  high-brow  composer," 
Maurine  explains.  "I'd  be  satisfied  to  write 
another  I  Love  You  Truly  or  End  of  a 
Perfect  Day." 

The  family,  proud  of  her  accomplishments, 
is  resigned  to  her  composing  on  the  piano  far 
into  the  wee  hours  of  morning. 

She  has  recently  begun  studying  major 
poets,  generally  during  the  half  hour  before 
breakfast,  from  5:30  to  6  a.m.  At  the  sup- 
per table,  the  whole  family  discusses  what 
she  has  learned  about  Wait  Whitman— his 
colorful,  unconventional  ideas,  his  cranky, 
egotistical  old  age. 

"His  religion  was  superficial,"  pronounces 
Maurine.  "He  was  too  turned  in  upon  him- 
self." 

Once  she  read  a  Richard  Halliburton  book 
aloud  to  them  at  night.  Ray,  his  mind  tem- 
porarily removed  from  his  fourteen-hour- 
day  tending  to  his  cows  and  fences,  listened 
absorbed.  Soon  afterward,  to  everyone's  sur- 
prise, he  built  himself  an  outboard  motor- 
boat.  Turning  his  beloved  cows  over  to  other 
hands,  he  and  his  son  Donski  spent  four 
idyllic  days  cruising  down  the  primeval 
Colorado  River,  sleeping  on  the  riverbank 
at  night,  boiling  coffee  over  a  wood  fire  at 
dawn,  killing  a  few  inquisitive  moccasins. 
Buda  farmers  do  not  generally  tum  ex- 
plorer, but  this  year,  Ray  announces,  he's 
going  300  miles  down  the  Colorado  in  his 
little  boat,  clear  to  the  Gulf  of  Mexico. 

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(Continued  from  Page  31) 

"Suppose  now  that  Nature  finds  herself 
mistaken,  and  the  egg  has  not  been  fertilized. 
In  that  case  the  hormone  secretions  diminish. 
The  engorged  blood  vessels  shrink,  and  un- 
necessary structures,  engorged  tissues  which 
have  been  formed  to  receive  a  fertilized  egg, 
are  sloughed  off.  Thus,  the  menstrual  flow 
consists  of  blood  and  castoff  tissue.  This 
finds  its  way  into  the  vagina  in  the  form  of  a 
bloody  flow  lasting  from  three  to  seven  days. " 

"I  am  beginning  to  grasp  the  scope  of  the 
process.  Doctor.  I  can  see  that  it  goes  through 
a  circle,  or  cycle,  as  you  call  it:  the  growth  of 
the — er — follicle,  the  bursting  of  the  egg 
through  the  ovary's  covering,  the  develop- 
ment of  the  hormones  which  act  upon  the 
lining  of  the  womb  to  prepare  it  for  the  ad- 
vent of  the  fertilized  egg,  the  shedding  of 
this  lining — but  what  happens  then?" 

"Then  comes  a  period  of  regeneration  in 
which  the  lining  of  the  womb  which  was 
sloughed  off  is  replaced  by  a  new  lining." 

"  I-  can  see  now  why  some  girls  are  so  con- 
fused about  menstruation." 

"It  certainly  is  an  involved  process." 

"It's  the  most  nearly  exact  mechanism  I 
ever  heard  of!" 

"Wait  until  I  tell  you  about  fertilization. 
We  must  go  back  to  that  ovum  which  we  left 
outside  the  capsule  of  the  ovary,  floating  in 
the  lower  part  of  the  abdominal  cavity 
among  the  viscera.  Within  a  period  of  .  .  . 
hours,  let  us  say,  the  ovum  should  find  itself 
floated  into  the  open  end  of  one  of  the 
Fallopian  tubes,  and  down  this  tube  it  is 
passed  by  the  very  slight  waving  action  of 
those  tiny  hairlike  structures  which  I  told 
you,  yesterday,  lined  the  tubes  " 

"You  said  the  tubes  were  four  inches  long. 
About  how  long  would  it  take  the  egg  to 
reach  the  womb?" 

"  I  don't  know  if  I  can  answer  that  question 
accurately.  If  we  call  it  a  day  or  two.  I  don't 
suppose  we  would  be  far  off,  though  there  is 
reason  to  believe  it  is  sometimes  longer.  Any- 
how, the  womb  is  its  destination  and  there  it 
will  arrive,  under  normal  conditions,  to  be 
lost  in  the  tissues  that  are  there  accumulat- 
ing, unless  it  has  met  a  male  cell." 

"Oh,  you  mean  unless  it  has  been  fer- 
tilized." 

"Precisely." 

"Then  fertilization  has  to  take  place  in  the 
tubes." 

"That's  right.  Usually  somewhere  in  the 
outer  third,  it  is  believed.  If  the  egg  is  not 
fertilized  in  the  tube,  its  function  may  be 
said  to  be  ended." 

"And  the  male  cell  finds  its  way  up  through 
all  that  labyrinth  of  anatomy?" 

"I  should  scarcely  call  it  a  labyrinth. 
Don't  you  remember  how  I  pointed  out  yes- 
terday that  there  is  a  definite  port  of  entry  in 
the  female  from  the  outer  world  into  the 
peritoneal  cavity?" 

"I  do,  but  I  should  think  the  wandering 
male  cell  would  have  to  fight  gravity  " 

"  It  does — as  well  as  a  definite  mucous  cur- 
rent. But  it  is  equipped  to  do  so.  This  male 
cell,  to  my  mind,  is  the  most  wonderful  cell  in 
the  body.  In  the  first  place,  it  is  the  smallest, 
even  as  the  ovum  is  the  largest.  In  the  second 
place,  it  has  the  power  of  motion." 

"The  power  of  motion?" 

"Yes.  It  swims.  Very  much  like  a  fish. 
This  tiny  cell,  which  is  dignified  by  an  im- 
posing name — spermatozoon — is  actually 
equipped  with  a  tail  by  which  it  is  able  to 
swim.  This  cell  is  so  tiny  that  only  by  look- 
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secretion,  lashing  themselves  around  so  fast 
that  no  single  one  could  be  followed  for  any 
length  of  time  by  the  eye. 

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them— make  their  way  by  their  own  efforts 
up  the  uterine  cavity  and  into  the  tubes. 
Under  such  conditions  they  are  probably  ca- 
pable of  living  a  couple  of  days.  Should  any- 
one of  them  come  in  contact  with  the  egg, 
much  its  superior  in  size,  it  pounces  upon  it. 
penetrates  the  cell  wall,  proceeds  to  shed  its 
tail,  and  fuses  its  nucleus  with  that  of  the  fe- 
male. Thus  is  inaugurated  a  most  marvelous 
process  of  cell  division.  The  fused  cell  grows 
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four,  the  four  into  eight,  the  eight  into  six- 
teen, the  sixteen  into  thirty-two — and  so  on. 

"At  first  these  cells  are  about  alike,  but  as 
time  goes  on  certain  of  them  take  on  special- 
ized properties — become  differentiated,  in 
other  words — and  go  into  the  formation  of 
skin,  muscle,  nerve,  bone  and  other  tissues. 
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"I  am  curious  about  one  point,  Doctor. 
You  say  there  are  thousands  of  these  sperma- 
tozoa in  a  single  male  discharge,  and  any  one 
of  them  is  capable  of  fertilizing  an  ovum?" 

"That's  right." 

"Well,  supposing  two  of  them  fertilize  the 
same  ovum,  does  that  make  twins?  I  hope 
that  isn't  a  foolish  question." 

"It's  a  very  logical  one  and  I'm  glad  you 
asked  it,  for  it  brings  up  something  I  neg- 
lected to  explain.  When  a  spermatozoon  has 
succeeded  in  penetrating  an  ovum,  that 
ovum  immediately  becomes  impenetrable  to 
any  other  male  cell." 

"One  thing  I  do  not  understand,  Doctor," 
interpolated  Mrs.  Doe,  "is  just  when,  in  the 
month,  pregnancy  takes  place.  I  always  un- 
derstood that  the  most  likely  time  to  become 
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when  the  inside  of  the  womb  had  been  well 
cleaned  out  by  Nature  " 

"I  find  that  a  most  prevalent  belief,"  in- 
terrupted the  doctor.  "Nothing  could  be  fur- 
ther from  the  truth.  It  would  be  well-nigh 
impossible  to  become  pregnant  immediately 
after  a  menstrual  period.  The  last  ovum 
would  have  been  lost  and  the  new  one  not  yet 
due.  The  crux  of  the  matter  is  not  the  time 
of  menstruation,  but  the  time  of  ovulation." 

"Then  it  would  have  to  be  sometime  about 
midway  between  two  periods?" 

"That's  right.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  the 
thirteenth  to  the  nineteenth  day  following 
the  first  day  of  the  preceding  menstruation  is 
generally  accepted  as  the  fertile  period.  Even 
that  might  be  stretching  it  a  couple  of  days." 

"And  any  other  time  is  barren?" 

The  doctor  smiled.  "I  wouldn't  advise 
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"You  are  wrong.  Pregnancy  has  been 
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life.  Women  who  were  nursing  their  babies, 
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Some  leftover  tuna  fish  was  spread  on  a 
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went  outside  again. 

Joyce  had  not  moved;  her  head  was  back 
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haustion; her  eyes  were  closed.  She  opened 
them  briefly  when  Nancy  flopped  into  a  chair, 
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' '  The  human  garbage  pail,"  she  said. "  You 
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Nancy's  jaws  continued  to  move  rhyth- 
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said. 

"You're  growing,  all  right,"  Joyce  said. 
"Only  it's  sideways."  She  turned  her  head 
away. 

Nancy  chewed  thoughtfully  and  gazed  at 
the  back  of  her  sister's  head.  //  ?nust  be  excit- 
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Johnny.  And  what  would  it  be  like  to  go  out 
on  a  date  with  him?  To  walk  down  a  dark 
street  on  a  summer  night  with  him  at  her 
side,  to  hold  hands  with  him  at  the  movies, 
to  know  that  he  regarded  her  as  his  best  girl? 

She  swallowed  and  sat  very  still,  filled  with 
an  enormous  envy  for  her  older  sister,  an  envy 
that  was  immediately  transmuted  into  a  feel- 
ing of  restlessness  and  impatience. 

/  ivish  time  would  hurry  up  and  pass,  she 
thought.  /  wish  it  were  already  two  years  from 
now. 

Joyce  felt  weak  tears  sliding  from  under 
her  lashes.  The  thought  that  she  might  never 
go  out  with  Johnny  again  was  one  so  terrify- 
ing that  each  time  it  came  into  her  mind  she 
felt  herself  sinking  into  interminable  black- 
ness. No,  it  had  been  a  lover's  silly  quarrel; 
they  would  make  up  again  and  everything 
would  be  as  it  was  before.  And  yet — why 
wasn't  he  coming  up  the  walk  this  very  min- 
ute? Why  didn't  he  at  least  telephone?  How 
could  he  stand  it? 

Certainly  she  would  not  call  him.  Not  if 
she  died,  not  if  she  became  an  old  maid,  would 
she  call  him.  Each  time  she  remembered  the 
things  he  had  said  last  night  she  felt  a  tearing 
inside  of  her.  Never,  in  all  her  life,  had  she 
suffered  like  this. 

She  turned  her  head  restlessly  and  found 
that  she  was  looking  at  her  younger  sister. 
Nancy  slumped  on  the  base  of  her  spine  in  a 
wicker  chair.  There  was  something  lost  and 
dreaming  about  her  abandoned  attitude;  the 
sweet,  childish  face  had  a  touching  vulnera- 
bility. 

Never  before  had  Joyce  envied  her  sister, 
but  she  did  now.  Nancy's  was  a  secure  world, 
a  comforting  world  of  childhood  in  which 
there  were  no  sharp  angles  to  bump  against, 
no  jarring  awakenings,  no  clawing  anguish 
such  as  she  was  experiencing  now. 

I  wish  I  were  like  that  again,  Joyce  thought. 
I  wish  that  I  had  nothing  else  on  my  mind  but 
basketball  and  sorority  meetings  and  what  to  eat 
next.  .  .  .  I  wish  I  were  fifteen  again  and  at 
peace. 

The  telephone  shrilled  suddenly  from  in- 
side and  Joyce  jerked  to  a  sitting  position, 
her  face  leaping  into  life.  "I'll  go,"  she  said. 
The  bright  folds  of  her  skirt  blurred  into  a 
rainbow  of  color  as  she  disappeared  inside.  A 
few  moments  later,  she  was  at  the  door  again. 
"  It's  for  you,"  she  said  to  Nancy.  She  sank 
down  on  the  glider  and  picked  up  her  book, 
staring  down  at  the  pages  with  a  terrible 
alertness. 

Nancy  was  gone  from  the  porch  for  a  long 
time.  When  she  returned,  she  had  a  feverish, 
dazed  lrx)k  about  her.  Her  hands  twisted  at 
the  belt  of  her  dress,  darted  to  her  hair,  as  if 
they  were  being  jerked  this  way  and  that  by 
the  pull  of  some  inward  pressure. 

"I've  got  a  date  for  tomorrow  night,"  she 
blurted  out. 

Joyce  raised  her  eyes.  "Hallelujah,"  she 
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under  her  fingers;  her  cheeks  were  crimson 
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Nancy  rushed  to  the  door.  "I'm  going  to 
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sudden  thought.  "Can  I  borrow  your  pink 
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Joyce's  head  swung  around.  "Of  course 
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and  full  of  spots." 

"  It's  a  loose  coat."  Nancy's  voice  was  rich 
with  pleading.  "And  I'd  be  awfully  careful." 

Joyce  seemed  to  waver  for  an  instant.  In 
the  moment  of  silence,  they  heard  a  step  com- 
ing up  the  walk.  Joyce  stiffened;  her  eyes 
darted  toward  the  street  and  she  seemed  to 
be  holding  her  breath.  But  it  was  only  the 
grocery  boy,  going  around  to  the  back.  She 
faced  Nancy  again,  a  little  muscle  twitching 
in  her  cheek. 

"Let  me  alone,  will  you?"  she  snapped. 
"You  can't  have  the  coat  and  that's  final." 

"You're  mean  and  selfish,"  Nancy  said. 
She  was  breathing  heavily  and  her  eyes  were 
narrowed.  "You're  the  meanest  person  on 
earth." 


■V  In  judging  others,  a  man  labors 
"  to  no  purpose,  commonly  errs, 
and  easily  sins;  but  in  examining 
and  judging  himself,  he  is  always 
wisely  and  usefully  employed. 

— THOMAS  A  KEMPIS. 


Joyce  started  to  say  something  and  then 
she  leaned  her  head  back  and  closed  her  eyes. 
"Oh,  leave  me  alone,"  she  said  faintly.  "Go 
away." 

The  slam  of  the  screen  door  was  her  answer. 
For  a  few  moments  Joyce  rocked  back  and 
forth,  the  planes  of  her  face  rigid.  Then  she 
became  still. 

"A  clean  break  is  the  best  way,  under  the 
circumstances."  That's  what  he  had  said  last 
night.  He  had  seemed  like  a  stranger  to  her, 
his  face  flat  and  hard,  his  gray  eyes  cold  as 
the  sea.  But  he  had  said  that  at  the  height  of 
their  quarrel,  because  he  had  taken  one  stand 
and  she  another  and  neither  one  of  them 
would  give  an  inch.  Surely  he  couldn't  have 
meant  it;  he  must  be  going  through  what  she 
was  going  through  now ;  he  wouldn't  be  able  to 
stand  it. 

But  suppose  he  could  stand  it?  Suppose  he 
was  playing  tennis  with  the  boys  now,  plan- 
ning to  see  another  girl  later?  Suppose  he  had 
already  accepted  the  fact  that  it  was  all  over  ? 

Joyce  drew  a  long,  shuddering  breath.  She 
felt  sick  with  fear. 

Shadows  began  to  lengthen  on  the  grass. 
With  the  lessening  of  the  sun's  heat,  lawn 
sprinklers  were  turned  on  and  soon  there  were 
bright  showers  of  water  here  and  there  down 
the  wide  street. 

Nancy  watched  them  with  bemused  eyes 
from  the  window  of  the  little  sewing  room  up- 
stairs. She  had  drawn  a  chair  up  to  the  win- 
dow so  that  the  late-afternoon  sun  would  dry 
the  neat,  wet  circles  around  her  head,  and 
now  she  allowed  her  mind  to  drift  luxuriously 
to  thoughts  of  tomorrow  night.  Gradually 
the  cumulative  effect  of  the  sun's  warmth  be- 
gan to  make  her  sleepy.  She  closed  her 
eyes.  .  .  . 

She  was  jerked  sharply  awake  by  the  ring- 
ing of  the  telephone  on  the  hall  extension  out- 
side her  door.  Almost  at  once  there  was  the 
slight  sound  of  the  receiver  being  lifted  off 
the  hook,  and  then  Joyce's  voice,  low  and 
breathless. 

"  Hello?  "  There  was  something  like  a  sigh, 
melting  into  the  air.  "Oh,  Johnny." 

Nancy  stirred  uneasily.  She  doesn't  know 
I'm  here,  she  thought;  She'd  have  a  fit  if  she 


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knew  anyone  was  listening.  She  hesitated,  won- 
dering if  it  was  too  late  to  move. 

There  was  a  short  silence  outside,  and  when 
Joyce  spoke  again  her  voice  sounded  queer. 
"What  do  you  mean?  How  can  you  say  a 
thing  like  that?  You  know  that  I  "  An- 
other silence.  "Yes,  but  "  Silence.  "If 

that's  the  way  you  feel,  then  you've  wasted 

your  time  calling  me.  I  thought  that  you  " 

There  was  a  thin  and  jagged  edge  to  her  voice 
now,  like  the  sound  of  glass  breaking. 

There  was  a  long  silence  this  time.  Nancy 
sat  rigidly,  hardly  daring  to  move.  It  was  so 
still  that  she  could  hear,  very  faintly,  the 
metallic  sound  of  Johnny's  voice  at  the 
receiver. 

"Well,  if  that's  the  way  you  feel,"  Joyce 
was  saying, "  then  there's  no  use  talking  about 
it  any  more."  The  words  were  bunched  to- 
gether as  if  she  were  apportioning  her  breath 
and  could  manage  only  a  few  at  a  time. 

Nancy's  eyes  darted  to  the  mirror  which 
reflected  the  hall,  and  she  saw  Joyce  put  down 
the  receiver  very  carefully  and  stare  down  at 
it.  Her  face  was  white  and  pinched  and  there 
was  a  stiff  little  curve  to  her  mouth  that  made 
her  look  like  a  stranger.  The  reflection  disap- 
peared from  the  mirror.  Nancy  heard  the 
click  of  the  door  closing  next  to  her,  followed 
by  complete  silence. 

Then  a  low,  terrible  sound  came  to  her,  a 
sound  that  made  her  heart  contract.  It  was  a 


muffled  weeping— not  the  sort  cl 
that  Nancy  was  used  to,  the  rootll 
pleasurable  tears  of  a  very  young  J 
frightening,  grown-up  kind  of  wj 
sobs  raw  and  painful,  torn  from^ij 
and  secret  place.  It  was  an  ugly  sou  j 
had  never  heard  it  before.  She  sat  rj_ 
engulfed  by  an  immense  pity  for  J 


shaken  by  an  unformed  fear  that 


not  define.  She  only  knew  that  she 
run  away  from  the  terrible  souncg 
rose  silently  and  tiptoed  down  the  \\ 
room. 

After  she  had  closed  the  door  fcta 
she  stood  still,  trembling.  There  waiG 
feeling  inside  her,  and  a  consciouai 
trayal.  The  romantic  stories  she  hacl 
songs  she  sang,  the  movies  she  had! 
had  said  that  love  was  a  gentle,  terl 
of  beauty.  And  all  of  them  had  lied.| 
pretty  veil  torn  aside,  love  could  b< 
ugly;  she  had  been  tricked  into 
something  that  wasn't  so. 

The  room  lay  in  cool  shadow;  l 
only  the  sound  of  the  lawn  mower 
outside,  the  liquid  purl  of  water 
front  yard.  Her  eyes  moved  slowly 
ing  the  high-school  pennants  on 
battered  Oz  books  on  the  shelf  w' 
read  secretly  sometimes,  the 
crowded  with  camp  mementos 

(Continued  on  Page  256) 


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china  animals  she  had  been  collecting  for 
years. 

Her  trembling  lessened  as  some  of  the  child- 
ish peace  of  the  room  communicated  itself  to 
her.  It  was  as  if  by  closing  the  door  behind 
her  she  had  shut  out  some  unknown  force 
that  had  threatened  her,  and  now  she  had 
found  safety  again. 

But  her  face  was  still  troubled  as  she  walked 
over  to  the  bureau.  The  memory  of  her  sis- 
ter's white  face,  her  thin,  torn  voice  on  the 
telephone,  the  sound  of  her  ugly  weeping 
still  filled  her  mind;  she  could  not  shut  it  out. 
Slowly  she  picked  up  the  little  china  animals, 
one  by  one,  and  held  them  in  her  hands,  as  if 
by  touching  their  foolish  faces  and  bodies 
with  her  fingers  she  could  extract  some  meas- 
ure of  assurance  that  nothing  had  changed, 
that  everything  was  still  the  same. 

The  dinner  meal  was  a  quiet  one.  Joyce 
had  announced  that  she  had  a  headache  and 
her  parents  carefully  avoided  looking  at  her 
pallid  face  and  steered  the  conversation  around 
her.  But  Nancy  gazed  at  her  surreptitiously 
from  time  to  time.'  She's  still  suffering  terribly, 
she  thought;  it  must  be  awful  to  love  somebody 
like  that. 

Afterward,  they  drifted  out  to  the  porch. 
There  were  long  slanting  shadows  on  the 
grass  now,  and  all  the  pleasant  sounds  of  a 
summer  twilight  came 
to  them — the  long, 
shuddering  cry  of  the 
locusts  in  the  thick 
trees,  the  laughter  of 
the  children  as  they 
whizzed  by  on  their 
tricycles,  the  slam- 
ming of  screen  doors 
down  the  street. 

"I  think  I'll  roller- 
skate  for  a  while." 
Nancy  said  suddenly. 

Her  mother  looked 
at  her  in  surprise. 
"Well,  for  heaven's 
sake,"  she  said.  "I 
haven't  seen  you  on 
skates  for  a  year." 

Nancy  gazed  at  her 
with  an  expression 
that  was  almost  bel- 
ligerent. "You  don't 

think  I'll  look  silly,  do  you?  "  she  said.  "You 
don't  think  I'm  too  old?" 

"  Why,  of  course  not ! "  Mrs.  Dawson's  eyes 
were  puzzled  as  she  watched  Nancy  go  down 
the  steps  and  around  to  the  garage. 

Nancy  skated  twice  around  the  block,  try- 
ing to  recapture  the  old  feeling  of  sailing  into 
space  with  the  wind  whipping  at  her  hair,  the 
reckless,  flyaway  feeling  she  used  to  know  as 
she  curved  sharply,  shrieking,  around  the 
corners.  But  the  magic  was  gone.  She  was 
skating,  that  was  all;  there  wasn't  much  to  it. 

After  the  second  time  around  she  clumped 
up  the  walk  of  her  house  again  and  sat  on  the 
bottom  step,  taking  off  her  skates.  With  one 
foot  in  her  hand,  she  sat  still.  I'm  too  old,  she 
thought,  already  too  old.  Her  skin  rippled  in  a 
tiny  shiver. 

The  twilight  deepened  until  thick  violet 
shadows  gathered  in  the  corner  of  the  porch 
where  Joyce  sat.  She  was  very  still,  hearing 
the  low,  drifting  voices  of  her  family  as  if 
they  came  from  some  far-off  place.  The  fine 
edge  of  her  suffering  had  cut  through  her 
pride  and  now  she  knew  a  gathering  excite- 
ment that  turned  her  hands  to  ice,  that  made 
her  throat  thicken. 

I'm  going  to  call  him,  she  thought.  /  don't 
care  what  happens,  I'm  going  to  call  him. 

She  rose  and  walked  toward  the  door.  "  I'll 
be  right  back,"  she  mumbled.  The  hall  was 
dim  and  unreal  as  she  went  inside  and  started 
up  the  stairs.  She  had  a  strange  feeling  that 
she  was  under  water  and  that  although  her 
legs  were  moving  beneath  her  she  was  not  go- 
ing forward ;  she  would  never  reach  where  she 
wanted  to  go. 

As  she  tuared  the  top,  she  heard  a  little 
stir  on  the  porch  below  and  her  father's  voice 
raised  in  greeting.  And  then  there-  was  the 
sound  of  all  their  voices  mingling  together 
with  one  deep,  new  note  blending  with  the 


r/ot 


B>-  *jp«>or£ip  Siar-bni'k  4>nlbrailh 

Who  stares  upon  the  sun  is  struck 

To  blindness  by  the  light, 
And  though  his  velvet  eyelids  lock, 
Suns  swim  through  inner  sight. 

So,  love,  I  look  at  you,  then  close 

My  dazzled  eyes  to  find 
The  lovely  afterimage  glows 
For  hours  upon  my  mind. 


others.  She  stood  still,  her  hand 
ister. 

"Joyce!"  Nancy's  tones  wenji 
piercing.  "Johnny's  here!  He's 
side!" 

Joyce  turned  and  saw  the  scree 
ing,  saw  him  standing  there  in  I 
hall  below  her,  his  face  raised  toil 
and  anxious. 

"Hi,"  he  said. 

Joyce's  lips  moved.  "Hi." 

For  a  few  moments  they  staA 
other.  They  could  hear  the  sqi| 
glider  outside,  the  murmuring  [ 
faint  yells  of  some  children  dowil 

"Take  a  walk  with  me,"  Jc| 
"Please.  I  want  to  falk  to  you.'T 

"All  right."  Joyce  began  to  wal 
steps.  She  felt  as  if  she  were  sul 
space,  as  if  she  were  floating  dtT 
him  like  a  snow  crystal  drifting! 
She  could  not  take  her  eyes  frc-1 

It  was  late  when  Joyce  came 
house  seemed  locked  in  sleep  anl 
were  slow  as  she  mounted  the  stal 
wasnot  tired.  She  was  wrapped  in  J 
peace;  she  thought  she  had  nev| 
happy. 

At  the  door  to  her  room  she  hel 
ticing  that  Nancy's  door  was  pari 
Some  vague  and  unpleasant  men  I 
afternocl 
thing  that! 
place  a  Ion  I 
ago — now  I 
to  her  i 
turned  a  | 
down  the 

Pushin  I 
door  still 
peered  irJ 
stood  still! 
sat  on  tl| 
seat  in  he 
staring  ou 
night.  Herl 
looked  lostT 
ish  in  the  (I 
light,  butf 
was  half 
and,  thro 
trick  of 
shade,  hac 
the  lines 
ness  and  maturity.  The  still  figun 
way,  was  that  of  neither  woman|| 
but  some  strange  interfusion  of  b 
as  if  Joyce  had  never  seen  Nanc; 
"Hey,"  she  said  softly.  "What 
Nancy's  head  jerked  toward  heiS 
she  said.  "Nothing's  up.  I  just  W 
sleepy." 

Joyce  walked  into  the  room.  "Sfl 
about  your  date  tomorrow  night' 

Nancy  turned  her  head  and  lool 
window  again.  "Oh,  that,"  she 
shrugged.  There  was  a  short  silenc 
think  I'll  go." 

"Not  go?"  Joyce  was  shocked, 
you  mean?  I  thought  you  were 
about  it." 

"Well,  I  was,  but  "  The  w 

into  nothingness. 

Joyce  looked  down  at  her,  vague  IB 
"You  didn't  feel  that  way  this  a  I 
she  said.  "You  were  dying  to  go  1 
changed  your  mind?" 

Nancy  did  not  meet  her  eyes.jM 
finger,  she  worried  a  seam  in  herH 
"Oh,  I  don't  know,"  she  said.  She  loJH 
and  her  face  seemed  to  crumple  a  llfcl 
she  were  going  to  cry. 

That's  strange,  Joyce  thought,  s'jM 
she  should  hare  changed  her  mind  lih  W-: 
felt  as  if  she  had  her  finger  tips  on  H 
a  piece  of  string  and  that  if  she  puM 
ily  something  important  would  be  tfo 
the  surface. 

She  sat  down  next  to  Nancy.  "B< 
she  said.  "Tell  me  what's  the  matff 

Nancy  sat  very  still,  her  eyes  W* 
For  a  moment  neither  of  them  said  ky,: 
and  then  Nancy's  unrlerlip  IrrmhiJ!' 
ishly,  her  whole  face  began  to  worl 

"  I-I  heard  you,"  she  said  thickly'!  h 
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help  it.  I  heard  you  crying."  Her  breathing 
was  quick  and  shallow. 

"  I  see,"  Joyce  said.  There  was  a  confusion 
of  emotion  inside  her,  but  the  feeling  upper- 
most in  her  mind  was  one  of  vexation  that 
something  which  she  had  considered  a  well- 
kept  secret  had  been  silently  shared  by  her 
younger  sister.  Yet  she  could  not  actually  be 
angry.  And  Nancy  looked  so  forlorn,  so  trou- 
bled. 

She's  very  2jp.se!,  Joyce  thought.  she's  upset 
about  something  connected  with  the  phone  call. 
Her  heart  contracted  suddenly  with  the  pull 
of  her  guilt.  For  a  long  time  she  had  been 
caught  up  within  the  closed  circle  of  her  own 
affairs;  she  had  been  blind  to  everything  else 
around  her.  And  here  was  her  younger  sister, 
whom  she  realized  now  she  hardly  knew,  lost 
and  troubled  within  some  bewildering  con- 
fine of  her  own  adolescent  world. 

A  realization  of  her  own  raw  youth,  of  her 
own  inadequacy,  came  to  Joyce,  but  she 
pushed  it  aside.  She  sensed  instinctively  that 
the  answer  to  what  was  troubling  her  sister 
lay  somewhere  in  the  recollection  of  her  own 
adolescence,  so  close  behind  her.  And  as  she 
stared  at  Nancy,  she  began  to  feel  a  vague 
stirring  of  memory ;  an  unformed  notion  gath- 
ered in  her  mind. 

"Look,"  she  said.  "I  want  you  to  go  to- 
morrow night.  I  think  you'll  have  a  wonder- 
ful time." 

"Maybe."  Nancy's  voice  was  listless.  "But 
I  don't  feel  much  like  going,  really." 

"  But  "  Joyce  was  silent  for  a  moment, 

and  then  she  cleared  her  throat.  "It's  very 
late,"  she  said.  "Go  to  sleep  now  and  we'll 
talk  about  it  in  the  morning." 

All  right."  Nancy  got  up  obediently  and 
went  over  to  the  bed.  She  got  in,  pulled  up 
the  covers  and  lay  still.  "Good  night,"  she 
said. 

"Good  night."  Joyce  started  to  say  some- 
thing and  then  she  stopped.  Tomorrow,  she 
thought.  She  left  the  room,  closing  the  door 
softly  behind  her. 

Nancy  lay  motionless,  one  hand  curling 
against  her  cheek  as  she  stared  up  at  the 
moon.  It  looked  very  remote  in  the  sky,  she 
thought,  very  cold  and  lost.  And  there  was  a 
cold,  lost  feeling  inside  her,  too,  a  feeling  of 
emptiness;  as  if  there  was  nothing  very  much, 
after  all,  to  look  forward  to. 

It  was  another  warm,  cloudless  day.  Joyce 
came  downstairs  and  found  Nancy  in  the  back 


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yard,  aimlessly  throwing  a  batten 
ball  into  a  rusty  ring  attached  to  t 
the  garage.  She  didn't  seem  to  c 
missed  or  not,  Joyce  thought  asshi>i* 
her. 

"I ley."  she  said,  "your  hair  is a\;i|yi, 
and  thick.  I'm  going  to  give  you  ijZ  > 
later  on.  I  know  how,  too;  ail  tliWirk<* 
school  like  the  way  I  do  it.  And  I  w;,  «i  I 
look  nice  for  tonight." 

Nancy  paused  and  looked  at  herlleL 
ketball  in  her  hand.  "  I  hanks."  she  s  |  «k  I 
even  if  I  go.  it  won't  do  much  K'Wdor  ! 
think  he'll  like  me.  I  don't  know  h,  ^  \ 
to  boys  and  I'm  too  fat." 

"  You'RK  not  fat  at  all,"  Joyce  sai  t  >- 
too  heartily.  "Just  a  trifle  plump— EjjM,  V 
ate  like  a  normal  human  being  inslH 
stevedore  for  a  few  days  you'd  probiybr 
sylph." 

"Maybe."  She's  nice,  Nancy  (jujf" 
She's  really  very  nice.  She  was  glad  tl  lo» 
wasn't  suffering  today;  that  for  the  neb'' 
ing  it  was  all  right.  But  of  course  s  woj 
suffer  again;  so  many  terrible  this  ha 
pened  to  people. 

"I  want  your  solemn  promise  thiyou) 
go,"  Joyce  said,  not  moving. 

"  Well " — Nancy  gave  the  ball  a  ha  tun 
toss  at  the  basket ;  it  missed  by  a  : 
right." 

But  all  through  breakfast  and  mi  of  th 
day,  she  seemed  worried.  It  was  lfA 
thought  of  the  evening  ahead  had  I  taff 
weight  that  pulled  at  her  limbs,  sic  \t» 
movements.  She  found  herself  seeki  jjoirf) 
again  and  again  to  ask  some  troub  qu&> 
tion  that  had  to  do  with  date  etiquc  1  wiQ 
what  she  should  talk  about,  what  si  vm 
wear.  It  did  not  occur  to  her  to  wi 
Joyce  did  not  leave  the  house  today,  tm 
knew  that  it  was  comforting  to  haw  tl 
and  to  hear  her  authoritative  answi 

Toward  late  afternoon,  Nancy  sa  ntf» 
bathroom  stool  with  a  towel  around  h  neo 
gazing  up  trustingly  at  her  sisterjloyft 
frowned  in  concentration  as  she  held  /no 
chin  in  her  hand  and  turned  her  fa  fror 
side  to  side.  i 

"  I  have  to  study  your  type,"  she  jl  "I 
want  to  give  you  something  wholesclani 
yet  a  little  sophisticated." 

After  she  had  finished  with  the  tjjor;. 
Joyce  wet  Nancy's  hair  and  set  it  agai  I 
they  retired  to  Nancy's  room,  wher  oyc 
went  through  her  wardrobe  with  a  I 
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the  most  becoming,  murmuring  something 
about  fixing  the  neckline. 

Right  after  dinner  they  returned  to  Nan- 
cy's room,  where  Joyce  seated  Nancy  in  front 
of  the  window.  She  applied  a  mysterious  cream 
to  her  face,  massaging  it  in  firmly,  then  a 
light  dusting  of  powder  and  a  touch  of  pale 
coral  lipstick,  backing  away  and  returning  to 
her  handiwork  like  an  artist  absorbed  in  a 
painting  before  him. 

"Don't  look  yet,"  she  warned  when  she 
had  finished.  "Put  on  your  dress  first." 

While  Nancy  got  into  the  pale  blue  dress, 
Joyce  disappeared  and  returned  with  a  violet- 
and-pink  scarf  which  she  caught  in  a  little 
swirl  under  the  dress's  pointed  collar  and  tied 
in  a  graceful  knot  at  the  shoulder. 

"Now  your  hair,"  she  said.  She  removed 
the  pins  carefully  and  Nancy  held  her  breath 
a  little,  feeling  the  comb  through  her  hair, 
the  short  soft  ringlets  forming  around  her  ears 
and  at  the  back  of  her  neck.  "Okay,"  Joyce 
said.  "You  can  look  at  yourself  now." 

Nancy  stumbled  a  little  as  she  walked  over 
to  the  mirror.  But  when  she  saw  her  reflection 
she  stood  still.  "Gosh,"  she  said  thickly.  She 
could  not  believe  it.  She  looked  thinner,  she 
looked  more  grown  up,  she  looked — yes,  she 
looked  pretty ;  there  was  no  doubt  about  it, 
she  was  pretty. 

Joyce  was  staring  at  her  critically.  "You'll 
knock  Arthur  off  his  pins,"  she  said.  "You'll 
have  him  eating  out  of  your  hand." 

Nancy  kept  on  looking,  but  she  felt  a  surge 
of  confidence  swelling  inside  her,  warming, 
strengthening.  Maybe  I'll  have  a  good  time, 
she  thought;  maybe  I'll  even  have  a  wonderful 
time. 

There  was  the  sound  of  a  step  coming  up 
the  walk  outside  and  she  gave  a  little  jump. 
She  was  suddenly  quite  pale.  "It's  Arthur," 
she  said  hoarsely.  "You  look.  Tell  me  what 
he's  like." 

Joyce  darted  to  the  window  and  peered 
down. 

"He's  divine,"  she  reported.  Her  face 
was  grave.  "Just  as  Vivian  said.  He's  tall  and 
dark  and  he  looks  at  least  seventeen." 

"Oh,  my."  Nancy  took  a  deep  breath  and 
jumped  again  as  the  doorbell  shrilled  down- 
stairs. 

But  the  color  had  returned  to  her  face 
and  her  eyes  were  shining.  They  could  hear 
their  mother's  voice  raised  in  greeting.  "Well," 
Nancy  said,  "thanks.  Thanks  for  every  thing. 
I'd  better  go  right  down." 

"Wait  a  minute,"  Joyce  said.  She  ran  out 
and  into  her  room,  but  she  was  back  a  few 
moments  later  with  the  pink  coat  over  her 
arm  and  something  in  her  hand.  "It's  the 
bottle  of  perfume  I  got  for  Christmas,"  she 

said.  "Maybe  mom'll  have  a  fit,  but  " 

She  removed  the  stopper  and  dabbed  it  gener- 
ously on  Nancy's  hair  and  the  back  of  both 
ears. 

Nancy  closed  her  eyes  and  breathed  deeply. 
The  perfume  had  a  grown-up,  sophisticated 
smell.  "Gosh,"  she  whispered.  "Gosh."  She 
felt  warm  and  full  inside. 

Joyce  put  the  pink  coat  over  her  shoulders. 
"Now  go  down  and  knock  him  cold,"  she 
said.  She  looked  into  Nancy's  eyes  and  her 
expression  was  grave.  "And  don't  be  afraid 
of  anything.  Growing  up  isn't  as  bad  as  you 
think  it  is." 

Nancy  gazed  at  Joyce  with  wonder.  She 
knows  a  lot,  she  thought.  I'm  so  lucky  to  have 
an  older  sister.  It  was  as  if  she  had  been  lost 
and  wandering  on  an  unfamiliar  path,  the 
way  behind  her  blocked,  the  road  ahead  in 
darkening  shadow.  And  here  was  Joyce  hold- 
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footsteps.  They  would  walk  the  rest  of  the 
way  together,  and  together  it  might  not  be 
frightening  at  all. 

"  Good  night,"  she  said.  She  started  to  walk 
out  of  the  room  and  then  she  hesitated.  Very 
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A  moment  later,  Nancy  was  gone;  she  was 
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confidence. 

/  guess  being  old  won't  be  too  bad,  she 
thought.  /  guess,  maybe,  it  will  even  be  kind 
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(Continued  from  Page  45) 

King.  His  Majesty  still  has  a  personal  piper 
who  goes  around  with  him,  and  at  one  time 
did  nothing  at  all  but  pipe.  Since  the  war, 
however,  he  has  had  to  take  a  hand  with  the 
waiting  at  table. 

Lilibet  and  Margaret  loved  this  nightly 
ceremony  and  were  usually  waiting  to  peep 
over  the  stairs  at  the  seven  stalwart  pipers 
going  by.  They  looked  down  onto  the  top  of 
them.  Margaret  sometimes  sighed  and  said, 
'What  a  pity  it's  impolite  to  spit ! " 

There  was  a  regiment  on  guard  at  the  cas- 
tle, but  they  were  not  too  obvious.  The 
young  officers  loved  to  play  with  the  children 
sardines,  musical  chairs  or  hide-and-seek, 
and  later  on  came  in  very  handy  for  dances 
and  other  games.  One  annual  function  was 
the  Gillies  Ball.  Yearly  this  is  given  for  the 
King's  outdoor  staff,  huntsmen  keepers — 
called  in  Scotland  "gillies" — and  their  wives 
and  families. 

The  King  and  Queen  always  open  the  ball 
with  the  elder  members  of  the  party.  When 
Lilibet  was  twelve  she  was  allowed  to  come 
down  for  a  little  while  for  the  first  time  and 
take  part  in  some  of  the  reels.  She  did  not 
wear  any  special  frock,  just  a  little-girl  party 
dress. 

Lilibet  was  far  more  strictly  disciplined 
than  Margaret  ever  was.  Margaret  was  hav- 
ing quite  a  lot  of  social  life  from  the  age  of 
ten  onward.  But  the  King  set  a  very  high 
standard  for  Lilibet,  only,  I  think,  because 
he  loved  her  so  much  and  wanted  her  to  ex- 
cel. Margaret  was  a  great  joy  and  a  diver- 
sion, but  Lilibet  had  a  kind  of  natural  grace 
all  her  own.  The  King  had  great  pride  in 
her,  and  she  in  turn  had  inborn  this  desire  to 
do  what  was  expected  of  her. 

The  children  had  few  friends  outside  their 
own  family  circle,  and  apart  from  one  occa- 
sion never  seemed  to  feel  the  need  of  them. 
Only  once  did  Lilibet  make  rather  special 
friends  with  a  little  girl  in  London.  They 
played  together  in  Hamilton  Gardens,  and  I 
felt  there  was  real  attraction  between  them. 
When  they  grew  older  the  other  child 
was  sent  away  to  school  and  the  friendship 
came  to  an  untimely  end.  It  is  a  pity,  for  it 
might  have  been  a  very  pleasant  relationship. 
This  was  the  only  young  girl  Lilibet  ever 
appeared  to  rather  single  out  for  herself  and 
feel  drawn  to.  She  was  Sonia  Graham  Hodg- 
son, daughter  of  Sir  Harold  Kingston  Graham 
Hodgson,  K.C.V.O.,  F.R.C.P.,  the  eminent 
radiologist  who  has  X-rayed  four  generations 
of  the  royal  family. 

Lilibet's  first  love  of  all  was  undoubtedly 
Owen,  the  groom,  who  taught  her  to  ride. 
What  Owen  did  or  said  was  right  in  her  sight 
for  many  years,  and  I  remember  how  we  all 
laughed  on  one  occasion  when  she  asked  her 
father  about  some  future  plan  that  was  being 
made. 

"  Don't  ask  me,  ask  Owen,"  said  the  King, 
a  trifle  testily.  "Who  am  I  to  make  sugges- 
tions?" 

It  was  now  that  dress  was  to  become  for 
me  a  very  serious  problem.  I  would  have  my 
budget  made  out  and  my  year's  outfit 
planned;  then  some  royal  personage  would 
die,  plunging  the  court  into  mourning,  and 
myself  into  a  quandary.  In  Edward  VII's 
time  the  palace  staff  got  their  mourning  pro- 
vided, but  this  convenient  arrangement  had 
lapsed  before  I  went  there. 

Sometimes  the  Queen  very  kindly  came  to 
my  assistance  with  a  length  of  tweed  or  a 
pretty  chiffon  scarf,  but  dressing  for  the  part 
I  had  to  play,  on  the  salary  I  got,  was  not 
easy.  I  made  a  point  of  always  having  good 
shoes,  gloves  and  other  accessories.  I  don't 
think  anyone  ever  guessed  how  hard  up  I 
was,  or  to  what  straits  I  was  frequently  put. 

There  was  never,  in  the  palace,  much 
chance  to  wear  out  old  clothes  at  home  either. 
One  of  the  children  would  come  with  a  mes- 
sage. "Mummie  is  taking  us  to  the  Na- 
tional Gallery,  Crawfie,  and  she  would  like 
you  to  come  with  us."  I  would  have-  perhaps 
two  minutes  to  get  ready.  One  cannot  keep 
the  Queen  waiting. 


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can  still  remember  the  thrill  of  my  first  State 
Ball,  and  the  frantic  preparations  I  made  for 
it.  I  had  a  Saxe-blue  velvet  dress  with  a 
wide  skirt  and  simple  bodice,  and  a  cluster 
of  artificial  roses  of  all  shades  which  cost  me 
a  small  fortune.  They  were  made  in  France. 
I  wore  a  pink  taffeta  petticoat  which  rustled 
and  made  me  feel  very  splendid.  I  was  ready 
much  too  soon  and  felt  sick  with  excitement. 
There  came  a  knock  at  my  door,  and  a  little 
figure  in  a  dressing  gown  came  in.  It  was 
Margaret. 

"Oh,  Crawfie,"  she  said,  "you  look  lovely ! 
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miring me.  But  this  special  evening  has  al- 
ways remained  with  me  because  it  was  the 
first.  And  it  was  made  quite  perfect  for  me, 
because  the  King  himself  asked  me  to  dance. 

Lilibet  was  bridesmaid  for  the  first  time  to 
her  uncle,  the  Duke  of  Kent,  and  his  beauti- 
ful young  wife.  He  was  the  best  looking  of  all 
the  Princes,  and  they  certainly  made  a  glam- 
orous couple.  Marina  was  a  fairy-story  prin- 
cess come  to  life,  and  I  have  never  forgotten 
how  lovely  I  thought  her  when  I  first  saw  het . 

Contrary  to  common  gossip  that  went 
around  about  these  two,  theirs  was  also  a 
love  match  and  not  a  marriage  for  reasons  of 
state.  Nor  was  she  (another  popular  story) 
originally  intended  for  his  brother,  the  Duke 
of  Windsor.  The  young  Duke  of  Kent  met 
her  and  fell  in  love  with  her.  They  had  a  lot 
in  common.  The  Duke  was  very  musical,  and 
like  his  mother,  Queen  Mary,  he  had  great 
knowledge  of  pictures  and  old  china.  He  was 
extremely  artistic  and  took  a  hand  in  the 
planning  of  their  home. 

It  was  about  this  time  that  another  young 
man  first  appeared  on  the  scene  from  time  to 
time,  I  remember.  This  was  Mr.  Norman 
Hartnell,  whom  we  all  came  to  know  so  well. 
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effect,  one  hand  on  his  hip.  gardenia  in  his 
hand.  Margaret,  then  a  small  girl,  was  im- 
mensely intrigued  by  him.  and  her  imitation 
of  him  when  he  had  gone  was  sheer  artistry. 

Mr.  Hartnell  has  made  most  of  the  Queen's 
clothes  ever  since.  It  was  he  who  designed 
Lilibet's  very  beautiful  wedding  dress. 

Both  the  King  and  Queen  wanted  to  have 
their  daughters  feel  they  were,  as  far  as 
possible,  members  of  the  community.  Just 
how  difficult  this  is  to  achieve,  if  you  live  in 
a  palace,  is  hard  to  explain.  A  glass  curtain 
seems  to  come  down  between  you  and  the 
outer  world,  between  the  hard  realities  of 
life  and  those  who  dwell  in  a  court,  and  how- 
ever hard  a  struggle  is  made  to  avoid  it,  es- 
cape is  not  entirely  possible. 

This  strange  atmosphere  is  not  engendered 
by  royalty  itself.  Often  royalty  fights  very 
hard  in  an  endeavor  to  keep  in  touch  with  the 
world  as  it  is. 

I  myself  had  never  done  striving  to  keep 
this  miasma  of  unreality  from  the  Children, 
and  thanks  to  their  parents'  open-minded- 
ness  in  these  matters,  I  often  succeeded, 
where  nothing  much  would  have  come  of  it 
had  it  been  left  to  older  members  of  the  fam- 
ily and  the  King's  advisers. 

I  suggested  one  day  that  it  would  be  a  very 
good  idea  for  the  children  to  start  a  Girl 
Guide  company  at  the  palace.  Besides  keep- 
ing them  in  touch  with  what  children  of 
their  own  ages  were  doing,  I  knew  it  would 
bring  them  into  contact  with  others  of  their 
own  ages  and  of  all  kinds  and  conditions. 

Both  the  King  and  the  Queen  were  ex- 
tremely helpful  and  encouraging.  If  I  got 
few  suggestions  from  them,  with  gratitude  I 
must  own  I  had  practically  no  opposition  of 
any  kind.  No  one  ever  worked  for  more  help- 
ful and  appreciative  employers. 

We  got  hold  of  Miss  Violet  Synge — now,  I 
believe,  Guide  Commissioner  for  all  Eng- 
land. At  first  she  was  a  trifle  appalled  at  the 
idea.  She  did  not  see  how  it  could  possibly 
work. 

One  of  my  greatest  difficulties  always  was 
to  get  people  to  realize  that  these  two  little 
girls  only  wanted  to  be  treated  as  any  other 
normal  and  healthy  little  girls  of  their  own 

ages. 

"How  would  it  ever  answer? "  Miss  Synge 
said.  "Guides  must  all  treat  one  another  like 
sisters." 

I  had  some  difficulty  in  persuading  her 
that  there  was  nothing  Lilibet  and  Margaret 
would  like  better  than  to  be  treated  like  sis- 
ters, for  in  those  days  they  were  quite  ready 
to  take  the  whole  world  to  their  hearts. 

"Come  and  meet  them  and  talk  it  over," 
I  suggested. 

So  Miss  Synge  came  to  tea.  She  found  two 
polite  and  very  enthusiastic  little  girls.  One 
difficulty  there  was.  Margaret  was  too  young 
to  be  a  Guide.  This  bothered  Lilibet  im- 
mensely. 

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somehow?"  she  asked.  "She  is  very  strong, 
you  know\  Pull  up  your  skirts,  Margaret, 
and  show  Miss  Synge.  You  can't  say  those 
aren't  a  very  fine  pair  of  hiking  legs,  Miss 
Synge.  And  she  loves  getting  dirty,  don't 
you,  Margaret,  and  how  she  would  love  to 
cook  sausages  on  sticks." 

So  persuasive  was  Lilibet  that  in  the  end 
we  got  round  the  difficulty  by  arranging  to 
have  two  Brownies  attached  to  the  palace 
Guides,  and  making  Margaret  one  of  them. 
Later  we  started  a  Brownie  company  of  our 
own,  and  the  movement  grew  and  was  a 
most  popular  one.  We  had  twenty  Guides 
and  fourteen  Brownies,  drawn  from  the  chil- 
dren of  court  officials  and  those  of  palace  em- 
ployees. King  George's  summerhouse  in  the 
garden  came  in  most  handy  then  as  our 
headquarters. 

The  King  made  one  stipulation  only.  "I'll 
stand  anything,"  he  said,  "but  I  won't  have 
them  wear  those  hideous  long  black  stock- 
ings. Reminds  me  too  much  of  my  youth, 
and  my  poor  sister." 

So  the  palace  Guides  wore  knee-length 
beige  stockings  instead,  and  in  a  short  time 
this  innovation  was  gladly  adopted  by  the 
Guides  everywhere. 


The  Princess  Royal,  magnificent  g 
Guide  uniform,  came  down  to  enroll  < 
body.  She  was  a  great  deal  more 
than  the  recruits  because  the  King 
behind  her  in  a  doorway  looking  on.  mi 
sotto  voce  brotherly  remarks  which  she : 
it  difficult  not  to  laugh  at. 

Just  at  first,  some  of  the  child 
joined  started  coming  in  party  frocks,  i 
white  gloves,  accompanied  by  fleets  ofi 
nies  and  governesses.  We  soon  put  a  st|| 
all  that. 

There  was  one  Guide  game  we 
where  all  the  shoes  are  heaped  togetl 
the  middle  of  the  room,  and  their  o\| 
have  to  find  their  own.  put  them  on. 
who  can  get  back  to  the  starting  line  j 
This  never  went  very  well,  as  quite  1 
children  did  not  know  their  own  shoes! 
bet  and  Margaret  told  me  this  with  i 
There  was  never  any  nonsense  of  that  \ 
in  their  nursery. 


Lilibet  was  growing  up.  She  was  now 
teen.  At  this  age  when  so  many  are  ga 
she  was  an  enchanting  child  with  the 
est  hair  and  skin  and  a  long  slim 
There  was  still  no  definite  mention  ma 
her  being  heir  to  the  throne.  It  must 
overlooked  that  for  some  time  after 
cession  there  was  still  the  chance  that 
day  there  might  come  along  "a  brothc 
Margaret  and  Lilibet."  Was  this  a 
pointment  to  the  King  and  Queen?  I 
knew.  But  as  time  went  on  and  it  se 
more  than  likely  Lilibet  would  one 
Queen,  we  felt  her  education  should  prt 
on  wider  lines  than  before. 

The  Queen  spoke  to  Sir  Jasper  R 
about  this  one  day.  She  told  him  I  felt 
in  some  subjects  she  was  getting  beyonc 
and  he  arranged  that  from  then  on  she  sh 
go  to  Sir  Henry  Marten,  then  Wet- 
of  Eton  College  and  an  eminent  scholar, 
taken  on  in  Constitutional  History.  I 
very  glad  of  this,  for  I  now  had  Mar; 
full-time  lessons,  and  Margaret,  who 
sharp  as  a  needle,  took  some  coping 

Sir  Henry  Marten  was  a  charming 
learned  and  erudite  but  extremely  hi 
He  had  a  round,  smooth,  full  face  and  a 
head,  and  a  habit  of  chewing  one 
his  handkerchief  and  gazing  at  the  cei 
when  he  was  thinking.  He  loved  sweet 
and  always  had  a  few  lumps  of  sugar  in| 
pocket.  During  the  war,  when  Lilibet  1 
lots  of  honey  from  abroad,  she  sent  him  j 
pounds  every  week. 

We  went  over  to  Eton  College  for  the  ■ 
sons.  They  took  place  in  his  study.  Lil : 
had  been  a  little  overawed  at  the  prosp . 
and  she  clung  to  my  arm  as  we  went  up  : 
stairs.  In  the  study  there  wasn't  a  chair  tc  t 
on.  Books  everywhere.  The  floor  piled  i 
with  books.  Piles  of  books  stood  like  sta  • 
mites  on  the  floor. 

"Crawfie.  do  you  mean  to  tell  me  he  s 
read  them  all?"  Lilibet  gasped.  It  filled  t 
with  deep  admiration  for  him.  I  think. 

Then  the  door  opened  and  he  came  in  1 
shook  hands  with  her  in  his  courteous  f  ■ 
ion,  at  once  making  her  feel  grown  up  1 
important.  Far  from  being  the  dusty-looi ! 
figure  one  expected  in  a  scholar,  he  appe.  1 
to  me  to  be  rather  dapper. 

Lilibet,  who  had  b*en  very  shy,  felt  • 
tirely  at  home  with  him.  and  there  w;  i 
real  and  rather  charming  friendship  betu  l 
the  little  girl  and  the  old  scholar.  I  sat  in  : 
window  during  the  lessons. 

"Like  a  book  to  read.  Miss  Crawfor< 
said  Sir  Henry.  He  handed  me  the  lait 
Wodehouse,  Uncle  Fred  in  Springtime. 

Meanwhile,  over  the  courtyard  the  bi 
came  and  went,  wearing  that  strange  E.i 
uniform,  a  silk  top  hat  and  short  coat  ;1 
white  bow  tie  and  striped  dark  trousers.  1 1 
always  suggests  a  gathering  of  adolest  t 
morticians.  Some  of  the  hats,  no  doubt  - 
longing  to  the  dandies  among  them.  *- 
immaculately  brushed  and  burnished,  t 
the  greater  number  looked  like  sometlH 
doing  the  seasonal  molt. 

Their  manners  were  charming.  From  til 
to  time  one  would  come  in  with  a  message 
to  fetch  a  book.  They  would  bow  to  me  A 
to  the  little  girl  seated  at  the  table,  but  \  > 
no  other  attention  to  us,  though  they  mt 


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Bin  /ery  well  who  she  was.  As  we 
1C1  v  it,  never  once  were  we  ganged 
Thiwys  would  raise  their  ruffled 
poljly.  8°  about  their  business,  and 
i  to  irs. 

ery'bng  after  we  moved  into  the 
the  ing  had  a  very  badly  poisoned 
,Vhe  he  was  better,  his  doctors  ad- 
im  t  go  to  the  sea  for  a  while  to  con- 
So  came  about  that  the  two  little 
ses  't  what  for  most  children  is  an 
evet,  and  went  to  the  seaside.  They 
rer  en  there  together  before,  free  to 
|  pat  le  and  ride  on  the  sands. 
Dul  of  Devonshire  lent  the  King  his 
iear  astbourne.  It  is  called  Compton 
ancs  a  lovely  big,  square  English 
y  he  ;e  just  under  the  hills  called  the 
Dens.  The  family  took  their  own 
irre  ith  them,  with  the  exception  of 
•der[S  who  went  with  the  place.  The 
too  her  personal  maid,  the  King  his 
md|e  took  our  own  housemaids  who 
ait  us.  Also  our  own  detectives. 
Cai:ron  and  Mr.  Giles  were  the  two 
ves-'iVhenever  the  car  went  out,  one 
n  sf  in  front  with  the  driver,  ready 
ielf  il  if  there  were  any  unexpected 
i,  Off  crowds  gathered,  or  the  situa- 
t  ir  ny  way  out  of  hand.  They  had  to 
lor  even  when  the  family  went  for  a 
M  Cameron  was  simply  marvelous. 
<1 1  laugh  about  him  and  say  he  must 
n  i'isible  cloak.  As  soon  as  the  car 
d  L  just  faded  into  the  landscape. 
de:tives'  job  was  to  see  everything 
1  soothly.  They  saw  the  local  in- 
B  police  every  morning  and  gave 
3  ngh  idea  of  what  the  King  and 
w(  d  be  doing,  and  where  they  would 
ly  be.  This  was  especially  necessary 
Siliay  when  the  family  went  to 
i,  id  the  crowds,  unless  controlled, 
to  ie  relied  on  to  be  reasonable, 
as  jringtime.  The  country  was  look- 
ai  ful.  The  King  and  Queen  en- 
;h  anexpected  spell  of  freedom.  They 
s  < :  from  time  to  time  for  that  great- 
it  f  all,  tea  in  a  hotel.  It  was  usually 
u-tairs  in  a  private  room.  Otherwise 
Id  ave  been  the  old  story  of  crowds 
in 

I  le  girls  rode  ponies  on  the  sands, 

I I  It  sand  castles  and  collected  shells. 


In  the  evenings  the  King  and  Queen  would 
walk  together  in  the  beautiful  gardens,  arm 
in  arm.  It  was  pleasant  to  see  them  together. 
I  think  they  were  still  much  in  love. 

The  King,  when  he  was  alone  with  his 
family,  was  boyish  and  full  of  fun.  One  day 
while  we  were  at  Eastbourne,  he  very  sol- 
emnly handed  me  a  matchbox. 

"  It's  a  present  for  you,  Crawfie,"  he  said. 

I  opened  it  with  interest,  and  found  it  con- 
tained my  pet  abomination,  green  sand 
worms ! 

At  Compton  Place  there  was  a  large  table 
in  the  hall  on  which  was  always  kept  a  jig- 
saw'puzzle  of  some  thousands  of  pieces. 
Anyone  waiting  around  or  with  a  moment 
to  spare  would  have  a  go  at  it.  The  two  little 
girls  became  quite  expert  at  this.  They  were 
both  very  neat-fingered  and  good  and  quick 
at  picking  up  anything  new. 

There  has  been  a  lot  of  talk  about  the 
King  and  his  stamps.  The  real  truth  of  the 
matter  is  that  he  is  not  particularly  inter- 
ested in  them,  and  has  carried  on  with  his 
father's  very  fine  collection  as  he  has  carried 
on  with  so  much  else,  from  a  sense  of  duty. 
King  George  V  was  anxious  Lilibet  should 
collect,  but  she  took  little  interest  in  it,  and 
her  father  and  mother  very  wisely  never 
forced  her  in  any  way. 

At  one  time  I  got  quite  anxious  about  Lili- 
bet and  her  fads.  She  became  almost  too 
methodical  and  tidy.  She  would  hop  out  of 
bed  several  times  a  night  to  get  her  shoes 
quite  straight,  her  clothes  arranged  just  so. 
We  soon  laughed  her  out  of  this.  I  remember 
one  hilarious  session  we  had  with  Margaret 
imitating  her  sister  going  to  bed.  It  was  not 
the  first  occasion,  or  the  last,  on  which  Mar- 
garet's gift  of  caricature  came  in  very 
handy. 

Long  before  most  children  do,  Lilibet  took 
an  interest  in  politics,  and  knew  quite  a  bit 
of  what  was  going  on  in  the  world  outside. 
She  was  always  deeply  interested  in  people, 
and  I  think  Sir  Henry  Marten's  instruction 
fostered  this  interest,  and  taught  her  that  all 
history  has  to  do  with  people  and  not  with  a 
lot  of  dummies  who  have  little  or  no  relation 
to  ourselves. 

The  King  also  would  talk  to  his  elder 
daughter  more  seriously  than  most  fathers 
do  to  so  young  a  child,  and  I  was  often  very 


'If  I  ever  learn  to  like  little  boys, 
I'll  certainly  keep  you  in  mind." 


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INNERSPRING 
MATTRESS 


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is  Si-Latex  .  .  .  the  new  miracle  in- 
sulator that  assures  longer  mat- 
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sleep. 


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much  touched  and  impressed  by  the  way  he 
did  it.  As  if  he  spoke  to  an  equal.  Since  he  had 
become  King  the  shadows  were  closing  in  on 
England.  They  were,  I  think,  realized  in  the 
palace  a  long  time  before  they  fell  over  the 
streets  outside. 

Meanwhile  there  were  the  garden  parties 
to  which  the  little  girls  now  began  to  go  with 
mummie  and  papa.  For  these  occasions  they 
wore  very  simple  afternoon  frocks — these 
were  usually  of  tussore  silk,  often  hand- 
smocked,  quite  short,  with  knickers  to 
match — and  straw  hats  and  white  cotton 
socks.  They  were  never  in  the  least  inter- 
ested in  what  they  were  going  to  wear  and 
just  put  on  what  they  were  told.  People  liked 
to  see  them  at  these  affairs,  but  I  don't 
think  the  children  much  enjoyed  them. 

Three  thousand  people  are  always  asked 
to  the  garden  parties.  They  crowd  the  gar- 
dens and  mob  the  King  and  Queen.  The  little 
girls,  being  small  at 


him.  A  path  had  been  cleau 
through  the  crowds,  and  every! 
and  fought  to  shake  his  handt 
shoulder.  So  this  grand  old  warn 
way  over  the  garden  to  have  t  \ 
King. 

At  six  o'clock  a  gentle  hint  th;  j, 
to  go  home  is  given  when  the  ba 
national  anthem.  The  family  fot;] 
sion  and  go  back  to  the  palace. ' 
being  very  amused  once,  hearin 
struct  Margaret  before  they  wc1 
one  of  these  parties  as  to  how  si/ 
have. 

"And  if  you  do  see  someone  i 
hat,  Margaret,  you  must  not 
and  laugh."  she  told  her  sist 
"and  you  must  not  be  in  too 
hurry  to  get  through  the  crowds' 
table.  That's  not  polite  either." 


that  time,  must  have 
suffered  from  lack  of 
air  in  all  that  crush, 
especially  on  a  hot 
day.  I  personally  al- 
ways avoided  these 
parties.  I  had  a  far 
better  time  sitting  in 
the  window  of  my 
room  with  a  tea  tray 
and  a  pair  of  field 
glasses. 

The  family  always 
split  up  into  parties 
and  moved  around 
among  their  guests, 
being  affable  to  every- 
one and  saying  a  word 
to  this  person  and 
that.  It  is  always  a 
great  joy  to  them  to 
recognize  a  face  they 
know.  They  make 
their  way  across  the 
lawns  to  an  enclosed 
space  where  they  have 
their  own  tea  pavilion 
and  entertain  mem- 
bers of  the  diplomatic 
corps  and  any  special 
guests. 

The  King  and 
Queen  personally  go 
through  the  whole  list 
of  those  invited,  all 
three  thousand  of 
them,  and  select 
those  they  wish  to  be 
invited  into  the  pri- 
vate enclosure. 
Should  they  come 
across  the  names  of 
a  miner  and  his  wife 


Ily  Joseph  AiiKlnmlcr 

Lone  gulls  are  being  blown  about 
the  sky 

Like  snow  smoke,  and  my  heart 

can  hear  them  cry 
Brokenly  over  the  cliffs  of  wind  an 

old 

Song  for  the  gull  that  shall  no 

longer  fly; 
And  now  the  west  gleams  acid  blue 

with  cold, 
The  sun  sinks  fiercely  bleak  like 

frozen  gold, 
But  memory  of  you  melts  my 

grief,  and  I 
Can  feel  your  fingers  loosing 

winter's  hold. 

For  though  the  flinty  stars  be  honed 

with  frost 
And  sharpened  a  savage  green 

against  the  dark, 
And  gulls  lament  the  gull  forever 

lost, 

You  touch  my  spirit's  numbness 

to  a  spark 
Until  midwinter  blazes  like 

July.  .  .  . 

Lone  gulls  are  being  blown  about ' 
the  sky. 

★  ★★★★★★★★ 


who  have  been  asked 

perhaps  because  of  record  breaking  in  the 
pits,  or  an  airwoman  who  has  made  a  distin- 
guished trip,  or  someone  who  has  lately  won 
a  tournament,  the  Master  of  the  Household 
is  instructed  to  find  them  and  bring  them 
along  to  be  presented  to  Their  Majesties. 
Anybody  who  has  gained  distinction  in  any 
walk  of  life  may  be  singled  out  in  this  way. 

Both  the  little  girls  used  to  breathe  a  sigh 
of  relief  when  they  at  last  got  through  the 
crowds  and  came  into  the  enclosure.  Mean- 
while Queen  Mary  would  be  going  round  by 
another  route,  smiling  and  greeting  her 
friends  and  anyone  else  that  she  happened  to 
recognize. 

Queen  Mary  is  always  a  most  popular 
figure  at  these  parties.  She,  too,  finally  arrives 
at  the  Royal  Enclosure.  The  first  time  Lili- 
bet  and  Philip  appeared  in  public  together 
was  at  one  of  these  parties,  where,  like  any 
other  newly  engaged  girl,  Lilibet  went 
round  proudly  showing  off  her  new  engage- 
ment ring. 

At  the  last  garden  party  which  my  hus- 
band and  I  attended,  the  chief  figure  round 
whom  everyone  flocked  and  who  got  the 
royal  welcome  of  the  day  was  not  a  member 
of  the  family  at  all.  It  was  Winston  Church- 
ill. He  arrived  smoking  his  big  cigar,  came 
down  the  steps  from  the  How  Room  into  the 
garden  to  find  a  royal  reception  waiting  for 


Altho 
have 
the  war, 
clothes  rai 
so  on, 
of  the 
son  had 
the  Court 
the  year' 
debutam 
presenter 
mothers  t 
and  Que 
were  farr 
than then 
The  invil 
personal  o 
been  prt 
Court  in 
gives  a  cei 
standing, 
tree  to 
so  that 
is  much 
People 
ply  for 
tion  to  a 
they  can 
party,  wl 
no  social 
whatever, 
be  broi 
mothers  or 
relation 
has  the  em 
girl  must 
again  on 
riage,  in 
name.  Thi 
in   their  t 
sent  to  the 
Queen  th 
children, 
of  their  i 

they  are  required  to  be  entirely  r 
for  them. 

Official  dress  was  always  woi 
Courts.  This  gives  to  the  whole  e 
air  of  glamour.  The  men  wear  kne 
and  silk  stockings,  tailed  coats  ai 
and  orders.  The  women  wear  fu 
dress,  and  five-foot  trains.  In  theii 
have  three  curled  ostrich  feathers, 
white  tulle  veil  hanging  down  bel 
King  and  Queen,  wearing  their  cr 
very  beautiful  jewels,  sit  side  by  si 
thrones,  the  other  members  of  t 
present  grouped  behind  them  v 
equerries  and  ladies  in  waiting. 

Those  to  be  presented  pass  ir 
Their  Majesties  and  make  their  c 
their  names  are  called  out  by  the  Lc 
berlain.  All  this  is  done  to  soft  mu 
by  a  band  of  one  of  the  Guards  ref 
a  gallery  above  the  Throne  Root 
with  long  rods  sweep  up  the  ladies' 
them,  and  throw  them  skillfully 
owner's  arm  when  the  curtsy  is  fini 

There  was  always  a  feeling  of  e 
in  the  palace  on  the  night  of  a  C 
little  girls  in  their  dressing  gown 
peep  through  the  windows  at  the 
cars,  the  Beefeaters  —old  soldiers. 
BionerB  at  the  Tower  of  I^ondon, 
a  most  picturesque  red  uniform  v 
white  Elizabethan  ruff    and  the  1 


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VCTS  ABOUT 
[■COTH  DECAY 

T  re  are  many  possible  causes 
I  tc  h  decay  —  and  just  as  many 
heccs  about  preventing  it.  Al- 
H  ill  dental  authorities  agree 
hat  iere  is  no  such  thing  as  a 
ing  preventive. 

fyst  of  the  present  theories 
boi  causes  of  tooth  decay  can 
e  g  uped  generally  as  follows: 
II)  Bacterial  theory. 

2)  Nutritional  theory. 

3)  Functional  theory. 
Civiously  no  dentifrice  can 

veiome  possible  nutritional  and 
un  .onal  causes  which  may  be 
ielnost  important  and  which 
av  to  do  with  such  factors  as 
nf)per  diet,  especially  in  the 
ar  years  of  life,  and  with  im- 
roix  functioning  of  the  bodily 
rg  s. 

I  ntifrice  manufacturers  and 
hi  naceutical  institutions  like 
qub  have  made  available  prod- 
ct  vhich  attack  cause  number  1, 
le  icterial  theory. 

fuibb  uses  a  magnesium  hy- 
Irzl  base  in  dentifrices  to  help 
idi  alize  mouth  acids  in  which 
Ifful  bacteria  thrive.  Some  use 
mfoniated  substances  to  combat 
H  bacteria.  There  is  no  cottclu- 
i\  proof  that  one  method  is 
i&.  effective  tlian  the  other. 
imost  without  exception,  how- 
vi  dentists  recommend  brush- 
i| peth  regularly  with  some  form 
f  :ntifrice  after  every  meal.  For 
v  though  all  do  not  feel  that  a 
efifrice  can  help  prevent  decay, 
if  know  that  dentifrices  have 
t  r  important  functions  ...  to 
Trove  the  appearance  of  your 
. .  to  clean  away  food  par- 
k  s . . .  to  freshen  your  taste  and 
th.  Squibb,  for  example,  con- 
s  real  mint  as  a  refresher.  It 
1  contains  the  finest,  safest  pol- 
>  lg  ingredient  known.  Purity 
i  safety,  of  course,  are  of  ut- 
t  t  importance.  Squibb  Dental 
lam, if  swallowed, has  a  gentle 
i  icid  effect. 

!.emember  ...  a  good,  reliable 
I  tifrice  may  combat  only  one 
i  the  several  possible  causes  of 
th  decay.  Seeing  your  dentist 
ularly  for  a  complete  check-up 
till  the  best  way  to  save  your- 
■  needless  trouble,  pain  and 
iense. 

•Squibb  &  Sons 

The  priceless  ingredient  of 
try  product  is  the  honor  and 
igrity  of  its  maker. 


of  Boy  Scouts  who  always  attended  to  act  as 
messengers. 

"We  have  a  fly's-eye  view,"  Lilibet  said. 

The  high  spot  of  the  evening  was  when 
they  went  down  to  see  their  mother  and  fa- 
ther dressed  and  ready  to  make  their  en- 
trance. Other  members  of  the  family  came 
along  also  in  their  Court  finery.  We  always 
waited  with  real  excitement  to  see  what 
Aunt  Marina,  the  Duchess  of  Kent,  would 
be  wearing.  For  she  was  one  of  the  loveliest 
of  them  all. 

I  remember  particularly  one  dress  of  hers. 
It  was  white  brocade  with  pink  and  silver 
flowers  embossed  on  it,  very  simply  made  as 
a  background  for  her  magnificent  jewels. 
She  wore  a  diamond-and-ruby  tiara  and  a 
diamond-and-ruby  necklace,  which  her  hus- 
band had  given  her,  and  I  have  never  seen 
anyone  look  more  lovely. 

Both  the  little  girls  admired  her  immensely 
and  they  took  a  passionate  interest  in  her 
hats. 

"When  I  am  grown  up,"  Margaret  said, 
"I  shall  dress  like  Aunt  Marina  does."  She 
told  me  that  one  day  when  she  was  about 
ten,  and  it  is  a  promise  she  has  tried  hard  to 
keep. 

I  always  found  the  Duchess  of  Kent  a  very 
attractive  person.  Personally  an  exception- 
ally beautiful  woman,  she  is  natural,  home- 
loving  and  domesticated.  In  those  days,  in 
the  heyday  of  her  youth  and  beauty,  her 
home  and  children  always  came  first  with 
her.  I  often  went  over  to  Coppins  during  the 
war.  This  was  then  her  country  house,  and  is 
now  her  permanent  home.  It  was  left  to  the 
Duke  of  Kent  by  the  Queen  of  Norway, 
whose  favorite  nephew  he  was.  The  Duchess 
has  three  children:  Prince  Edward,  the  pres- 
ent Duke  of  Kent,  a  schoolboy  at  Eton; 
Princess  Alexandra,  at  boarding  school  in 
Ascot;  and  Prince  Michael,  her  baby.  He  was 
seven  weeks  old  when  his  father  was  killed. 

She  always  bathed  the  baby  herself. 
I  used  to  go  over  and  watch  her  sometimes, 
and  think  what  a  pretty  picture  she  made 
with  the  little  boy. 

Prince  Philip,  who  married  Lilibet  later, 
is  her  cousin.  They  both  have  that  clean-cut 
Viking  look. 

In  their  pink  quilted  dressing  gowns,  with 
rosebud  pattern,  the  little  girls  would  then 
watch  the  royal  procession  form  to  enter  the 
Throne  Room.  We  could  hear  the  music  from 
the  band  faint  and  far  away,  and  we  looked 
down  on  a  sea  of  waving  white  ostrich  feath- 
ers worn  by  the  ladies  in  their  hair. 

"Never  mind,  Margaret,"  Lilibet  said 
comfortingly,  "one  day  you  and  I  will  be 
down  there  sharing  all  the  fun.  And  I  shall 
have  a  perfectly  enormous  train,  yards  long." 

It  was  always  a  little  difficult  to  get  them 
to  bed  on  these  nights,  for  it  was  long  after 
midnight  before  the  last  car  started  up,  the 
last  coach  clattered  out  of  the  courtyard  and 
silence  fell. 

Alas,  long  before  the  little  girls  were  grown 
up,  the  Royal  Courts  with  their  pomp  and 
splendor  had  been  discontinued.  It  was  im- 
possible to  hold  them  during  the  war,  and  it 
is  very  doubtful  if  they  will  ever  come  back. 
The  garden  and  evening  parties  of  today 
make  a  poor  substitute.  There  is  little  that  is 
glamorous  about  them.  There  is  no  official 
dress.  Half  the  people  never  see  the  King  and 
Queen  at  all,  and  very  few  personal  presen- 
tations are  made.  For  the  debutantes,  the  in- 
vitation to  one  of  these  parties  now  counts 
as  a  sort  of  ersatz  presentation,  with  half 
the  fun  missing. 

In  the  spring  of  1939  the  King  and  Queen 
went  to  Canada  and  the  United  States.  I  was 
left  with  the  two  Princesses  at  Buckingham 
Palace. 

There  had  been  some  talk  of  our  going 
to  Marlborough  House  to  be  under  Queen 
Mary's  grandmotherly  eye,  but  I  was  glad 
when  the  final  decision  was  to  leave  us  in  our 
familiar  quarters.  It  made  less  of  an  up- 
heaval, and  I  felt  the  children  would  feel 
their  parents'  absence  to  be  merely  a  tem- 
porary affair  that  way. 

The  actual  departure  had  been  rather 
slurred  over  in  all  the  excitement  of  the 


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ere  is  the  most  cherished  bedspread  of 
cm  all . . .  Morgan-Jones'  magnificent 
'Imperial".  .  .  now  even  more  beau- 
tiful than  before  .  .  .  but  still  only 
about  $7.95  in  most  stores!*  Its 
thousands  of  tufts  arc  woven-in 
with  new  finesse.  They're  spaced 
so  closely  they  almost  touch  — 
and    they're    firmer,  daintier. 
The  fringe,  too,  is  new. . .  a  rich 
matching  bullion   fringe  that 
doesn't  fray  or  tangle.  By  all 
means  see  the  new  "Imperial" 
and  the  companion  Simpleat 
draperies.  No  less  than  nine 
lovely  colors  .  .  .  plus  white,  and 
bleachedwhite !  *SUghtli/  higher  in  the  West 


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packing  and  of  inspecting  mummic's  pretty 
new  clothes. 

The  Queen  always  has  to  take  a  great  deal 
of  luggage  on  these  official  trips.  Dozens  of 
evening  frocks  are  necessary  to  cope  with 
the  differing  climates  and  places  she  must 
appear.  All  these  are  packed  by  her  maids 
who  are  known  as  dressers.  They  have  com- 
plete charge  of  her  whole  wardrobe.  She  must 
also  take  hats,  bags,  gloves,  shoes  for  every 
outfit. 

Two  dressers  always  travel  with  her,  and 
she  takes  a  lady  in  waiting  who  also  acts  as 
her  secretary.  The  King  takes  his  valet,  a  de- 
tective— usually  the  ubiquitous  Mr.  Cam- 
eron— and  a  couple  of  secretaries.  Sir  Piers 
Leigh  accompanied  them  to  Canada  as 
equerry.  He  arranged  all  the  social  functions, 
and  so  on.  He  was  up  in  all  the  odd  details  of 
court  etiquette,  which  are  pretty  compli- 
cated but  not  entirely  meaningless,  and 
could  pass  them  on  to  people  wanting  to  en- 
tertain the  King  and  Queen. 

Queen  Mary  took  the  children  down  to 
Portsmouth  for  the  final  good-bys.  I  think 
the  King  and  Queen  felt  the  parting  more 
than  the  children  did.  They  were  enchanted 
by  the  train  journey  and  seeing  the  ships. 
Besides,  they  knew  nothing  about  poor  Mr. 
Chamberlain,  at  that  time  grasping  his  net- 
tle in  his  efforts  to  dispel  the  gathering 
clouds  of  war. 

I  was  afraid  there  might  be  tears  when 
they  got  home  to  the  empty  palace  and  mum- 
mie  and  papa's  rooms  with  nobody  in  them. 
But  everything  went  off  quite  smoothly,  and 
we  began  right  away  to  make  plans  for  their 
parents'  return.  Children  are  always  happy 
when  they  have  something  to  look  forward 
to.  I  had  strict  injunctions  to  write  often,  and 
give  all  details  of  the  children's  growth,  how 
they  were  getting  on,  and  how  many  new 
teeth  appeared ! 

One  day  there  was  great  excitement.  We 
had  a  call  on  the  transatlantic  telephone. 
The  voices  of  the  King  and  Queen  came 
through  so  clearly  they  might  have  been  in 
the  next  room.  We  ended  the  conversation 
by  holding  the  Queen's  Corgi,  Dookie,  up 
and  making  mm  bark  down  the  telephone  by 
pinching  his  behind. 

He  was  devoted  to  the  Queen,  poor 
Dookie,  but  very  sour-natured  otherwise.  I 
never  knew  where  he  got  his  name.  He  came 
to  the  palace  with  it,  I  think.  He  bit  me  once 
quite  severely,  and  on  another  occasion  took 
a  large  piece  out  of  Lord  Lothian's  hand. 
With  great  fortitude  his  Lordship  averred  it 
was  nothing!  It  did  not  hurt  him  at  all. 

"All  the  same,  he  bled  all  over  the  floor," 
Lilibet  pointed  out. 

Meantime,  Queen  Mary  kept  an  eye  on  us 
as  she  had  promised  to  do.  She  is  one  of  the 
kindest  and  most  considerate  people,  and  it 
is  not  for  nothing  that  most  of  the  staff  in  her 
employ  have  been  there  all  their  lives,  and 
grown  old  with  her. 

She  frequently  took  the  children  off  my 
hands  "to  give  you  a  bit  of  a  rest,  Crawfie." 
This  was  a  wonderful  opportunity,  she  felt, 
for  packing  in  some  educational  visits. 

Her  interest  is  shown  in  notes  like  the  one 
which  follows: 

Marlborough  House 

I  think  we  must  go  to  see  the  Docks  when 
the  weather  is  warmer,  so  I  am  arranging  for 
another  visit  to  the  Science  Museum  next  Mon- 
day if  the  Princesses  and  you  can  be  here  by 
2:15.  Please  let  me  have  a  list  of  all  the  places  we 
visited  together  last  year,  and  then  we  can  see 
which  of  them  we  should  visit  again.  Of  course 
places  like  the  V.  &  A.  Museum  and  the  Brit- 
ish Museum  have  so  many  different  depart- 
ments that  one  always  finds  something  fresh. 

Mary  R. 

Besides  visits  to  museums,  art  galleries, 
the  Bank  of  England  and  the  Tower  of 
London,  she  took  us  all  one  day  over  the 
Royal  Mint.  They  were  making  the  King's 
new  seal,  which  we  all  inspected,  and  we  saw 
the  money  being  tied  up  into  bags  by  ma- 
chinery. 

Another  time  Mr.  Montagu  Norman  Un>k 
us  all  over  the  vaults  in  the  Bank  of  ICng- 


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herjwas  the  gold,  standing  packed 

jjust  like  bricks,"  said  Lilibet, 
jinted  in  it.  Mr.  Norman  said 
Duld  carry  one  of  those  bricks 
jave  it.  How  hard  we  tried !  Alas, 
1  even  move  one. 
Michael  Bowes-Lyon,  the  chil- 
were  very  kind  at  this  time 
|  children  off  for  week  ends  with 
ot  go  because  they  thought  a 
Id  be  nice  for  me. 
ndreds  of  letters  and  snapshots 
of  people  in  Canada  and  the 
along  the  way  the  King  and 
.  These  were  often  sent  anony- 
[tationmaster  from  some  small 
ica  wrote  saying  he  had  seen 
I  Queen  go  through  his  station, 
re  the  little  Princesses  would 
jiow  they  looked  well. 

ay  took  a  snapshot  of  Their 
[iking  with  Indians  and  squaws, 
at.  People  from  both  countries 
great  bundles  of  comics,  which 
ecto  cheer  them  while  their  parents 

ildren  wrote  to  them  saying, 
inliie  and  daddy  have  been  away  in 
long  time,  so  we  know  what  it 
ke  for  you." 

j.  wonderful  experience  for  the 
p  realize  how  many  kind  people 
n  the  world,  and  how  many  un- 
ds  they  had  who  thought  about 
ished  them  well,  and  this  was  the 
had  happened  to  them. 
I  and  Queen  wrote  long  letters 
their  various  trips  and  of  a  pic- 
Park.  "But  that's  just  round  the 
id  Margaret,  and  I  had  to  explain 
/as  another  Hyde  Park.  The  King 
:  of  amusement  by  saying  he  had 
"hot  dogs."  Both  children  had  a 
sion  of  papa  demolishing  Fido, 
ith  tail. 


a  ime  settled  down  to  a  spell  of  un- 
til schoolroom  routine  which  I  for 
;  id  of.  There  were  a  few  moments 

I  Princesses  pored  wistfully  over 
:  i  United  States  and  thought  what 
^!  off  their  parents  were.  But  those 

I I  long.  We  went  to  Royal  Lodge  for 
ii  j  and  though  here  we  were  rather 
i  :ious  of  empty  rooms  and  vacant 
;  time  passed  quickly  enough. 


The  two  little  girls  spring-cleaned  their 
Little  House,  I  remember,  from  top  to  bot- 
tom, shook  all  the  mats,  brushed  the  car- 
pets, and  prepared  for  the  home-coming  of 
mummie  and  papa  just  as  the  staff  were  do- 
ing at  the  palace. 

The  return  was  a  great  event  in  the  chil- 
dren's lives.  We  got  up  very  early  in  the 
morning.  Lilibet  and  Margaret  had  grown 
enormously  during  their  parents'  absence; 
some  teeth  had  been  lost,  and  others  were 
half  coming.  There  were  four  of  us,  the  chil- 
dren, Alah  and  myself.  We  went  to  South- 
ampton on  the  train.  The  children  had  their 
comics  to  read,  and  people  were  awfully  nice 
about  their  going  to  meet  their  parents. 
There  were  much  bigger  crowds  there  for  the 
home-coming  at  the  station,  waving  into  the 
carriage. 

When  we  got  to  Southampton  we  had  to  go 
on  a  destroyer  out  in  mid-Channel  to  meet 
the  Empress  of  Britain.  The  destroyer  was 
rather  fun.  It  was  all  newly  painted  gray 
from  stem  to  stern,  and  the  children  were 
terribly  thrilled.  They  were  wearing  their 
little  Jager  coats  and  tammies  on  top  of  their 
printed  dresses.  (Before  we  left  the  destroyer 
the  captain  noticed  that  we  had  various 
patches  of  gray  paint  on  our  clothes  and 
shoes,  so  a  bottle  of  cleaner  was  produced 
and  we  were  tidied  up.) 

When  we  were  on  the  destroyer  the  cap- 
tain said,  "Would  you  like  to  stay  on  deck  or 
go  below,  or  what?"  because  the  vibration 
was  fairly  terrific  there  on  the  destroyer.  It 
was  the  first  time  the  children  had  ever  been 
on  one. 

At  eleven  o'clock  he  asked  if  they  would 
like  some  hot  soup.  They  looked  at  him  with 
great  horror  and  said,  "Oh,  no,  thank  you!" 
Alah  had  retired  to  the  cabin  below.  I  think 
she  was  not  feeling  very  well.  Then  he  pro- 
duced a  bowl  of  lovely  cherries,  and  we  stood 
and  ate  them  on  the  deck.  The  destroyer  was 
very  clean  and  so  tidy,  and  we  did  not  know 
what  to  do  with  the  cherry  stones.  We  felt 
we  could  not  be  seen  throwing  them  over- 
board, and  so  we  flung  them  down  one  of  the 
speaking  tubes! 

Then  the  Empress  of  Britain  came  in  sight 
and  we  went  below  to  tidy.  The  captain's 
cabin  amused  us,  with  its,  to  us,  almost 
primitive  amenities.  There  were  photographs 
of  children  and  a  rather  dignified-looking  wife. 

The  steward  came  to  take  us  on  deck,  and 
we  saw  the  Empress  of  Britain  heaving  to. 


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We  had  to  go  down  a  very  precarious  ladder 
to  get  onto  the  barge.  The  captain  said, 
"Jump  when  I  tell  you."  One  minute  the 
destroyer  was  up  and  the  barge  was  down, 
and  the  next  moment  it  was  just  the  reverse. 

We  got  on  board  safely,  however,  and  Alah 
also  managed  to  jump  when  the  captain  said 
"Jump."  As  we  approached  what  seemed  a 
colossal  ship,  we  saw  the  King  and  Queen 
amidships.  Then  we  had  to  go  through  the 
same  process  again  to  get  on  board  the  Em- 
press. 

There  were  these  two  figures  waiting  with 
great  eagerness,  looking  down  the  stairs  as 
we  mounted.  The  little  girls  could  hardly 
walk  up  the  ladder  quickly  enough,  for  climb- 
ing was  very  awkward,  but  when  they 
reached  the  top  they  rushed  to  mummie  and 
papa.  They  kissed  them  and  hugged  them 
again  and  again.  Everybody  else  kept  out  of 
the  way,  and  I  hesitated  halfway  up  the 
gangway  too.  It  was  a  very  joyful  reunion  in- 
deed. 

Then  I  went  up  and  curtsied  and  bowed, 
and  they  seemed  very  pleased  to  see  me.  The 
Queen  kissed  me  and  said  how  much  the 
children  had  grown  and  how  well  they  looked, 
and  all  the  time  the  King  could  hardly  take 
his  eyes  off  Lilibet.  I  have  a  photograph 
which  shows  the  Queen,  very  slim,  holding 
Margaret's  hand,  wearing  her  favorite  blue 
with  gray  shoes  and  stockings  and  handbag, 
and  the  King  looking  at  Lilibet. 

At  that  time  Lilibet  was  not  looking  her 
best  at  all.  She  was  thirteen,  an  awkward 


WITH  THE  CHILDREN 

^  Our  alphabet-conscious  young- 
^  sler's  description  of  a  short  fat 
man:  "He  looks  like  a  capital  I)." 

Licking  his  plate,  our  eldest  ad- 
vised. "  I  f  j  on  have  to  look  at  me,  just 
try  lo  pretend  I'm  a  cute  little  kit- 
ten till  I  finish  anyway." 

"1  have  to  ask  lots  of  questions 
because  I'm  new.  What's  old  to  old 
people  is  very  new  to  me." 

— KATHRYN  COFFEY  GLENNON. 


and  leggy  age,  rather  large-mouthed  with  her 
hair  disappearing  under  her  tammie.  Mar- 
garet during  the  period  of  the  Canada- 
America  trip  had  begun  to  thin  down  a  bit. 
She  just  clung  to  mummie's  hand,  glad  to 
have  her  back  again.  She  made  us  all  laugh 
by  saying,  "Look,  mummie,  I  am  quite  a 
good  shape  now,  not  like  a  football  like  I 
used  to  be." 

On  the  big  ship  we  did  not  notice  the  swell. 
We  had  a  hilarious  luncheon  party  with  all 
the  officers  and  members  of  the  household. 
The  commander  in  chief  of  Southampton 
came  out  with  the  welcoming  party,  and 
several  other  Southampton  officials. 

We  had  lunch  in  the  ship's  dining  room, 
which  we  thought  extremely  ugly.  The  walls 
were  a  horrible  pink,  the  carpet  a  hoosh-mi 
of  bright  colors,  and  pots  of  artificial  palms 
were  sown  around  everywhere.  It  looked  just 
like  a  stage  set  for  a  musical  comedy,  and 
this  was  enhanced  by  the  fact  that  they  had 
hung  up  lots  of  streamers  and  balloons,  which 
the  little  girls,  at  least,  thought  were  wonder- 
ful. Everybody  talked  nineteen  to  the  dozen, 
and  the  children  hung  round  mummie  and 
papa,  delighted  to  have  them  back. 

In  the  exuberance  of  the  moment  I  drank 
a  champagne  cocktail,  a  thing  I  seldom  do. 
It  had  a  most  odd  effect  on  me,  and  I  sud- 
denly felt  very  untrustful  of  my  knees,  and 
all  the  noise  seemed  suddenly  to  be  coming 
from  a  very  long  way  off ! 

The  Queen  gave  me  a  sympathetic  glance, 
and  laughed.  "Poor  Crawfie,"  she  said,  "I 
ought  to  have  warned  you.  They  make  them 
rather  strong  aboard." 

The  King  threw  balloons  out  the  portholes, 
Lord  Airlie  popped  some  with  his  cigarette, 
and  everyone  was  very  youthful  and  gay.  I 
thought  the  King  seemed  a  little  sad  when  he 
said  good-by  to  the  ship  and  the  sailors.  He 
had  always  loved  the  sea,  and  had  himself 
served  in  the  navy  for  some  time,  even  on 
active  service  during  which  he  participated 
in  the  famous  battle  of  Jutland. 


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After  25  every  woman  ought  ttise  4 
her  mirror  with  a  more  criticalye.J 

From  25  on,  the  natural  oi'ftat  i 
keeps  skin  soft  and  pliant,  starijde.* 
creasing.  Before  40,  skin  may  lo  asjl 
much  as  20%  of  its  own  softenirkj 

But  you  can  help  offset  this  rlLiM 
out — by  giving  your  skin  an  ojegfl 
pecially  suited  to  its  needs.  Yoi;an 
use  a  dry  skin  cream  that  is  tra'-l 
rich  in  lanolin,  which  is  very  likthefl 
oil  of  the  skin  itself — this  skim 
cream  is  Pond's  Dry  Skin  Crear 

See  its  effects  on  your  skin.  prl» 
it  in  thoroughly  for  night  softijng,4( 
Use  it  lightly  for  a  smooth  look  nem 
make-up.  It  brings  your  skin  a  s  terM 
fresher,  younger  look,  immed  :ly, 


H.v  your  Nose  and  >louth  idrjj 

skin"  tenseness  and  "down-lines^B 

harden  your  expression. 

To  Help  Sol  leu  —  "Knuckltn" 
Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream.  Use  knifleu 
of  first  lingers  to  knead  this  lanolj  I 
cream  firmly — out  and  up  from  nfl 
and  mouth.  See  that  dry  look  soft  • 


On  your  4'h«M>ks — you  often  Ml 
dryness  first  .  .  .  little  flaky  "dr\  m 
patches  can  spoil  your  make-up. 

To  Correct — Work  in  plei  of 
Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream  nighth  M 
it  from  chinline  up  in  front  o  ir: 
This  lanolin-rich  cream  is  homog  ■ 
to  soak  in  better.  You  can  feel  it  oil- 
ening  help  immediately. 


3  fvaturvHZ  These  3  feature-  M 
Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream  so  effe  ve: 
1.  It  is  rich  in  lanolin,  very  lillne 
skin's  own  oil.  2.  It  is  homogdi 
to  soak  in  better.  3.  It  has  a  sofiMl 
emulsifier.  Get  your  jar  of  this  s|  i"l» 
rich  cream — today! 

Mks.  Anthony  J.  Drexel  III  sjsj 
"I've  never  found  anything  that  i'p* 
my  dry  skin  so  much." 

Start  this  truly  remark 
correction  of  Dry  Skin  I 


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J  at  the  palace  we  had  the  usual  crowds 
t  ony  appearances,  this  time  enjoyed 
^1  /0ne  rather  more  than  usual.  It  had 
.(long  since  the  King  and  Queen  had 
\  ne  among  their  own  people, 
nlhildren  went  late  to  bed  that  night. 
eWe  so  many  parcels  to  open,  so  many 
Well.  People  from  all  over  the  States 
C-  ada  had  sent  presents  back  to  the 
Is.  Among  the  things  that  delighted 

'ist  were  some  frilly  American  pina- 
■  t  by  some  children  out  West,  and 

all  totem  poles  about  a  foot  high. 

re  quaintly  carved,  and  colored  In- 
\i  ion.  They  had  them  on  the  mantel- 
et 1  their  room  for  years. 

frj  they  went  to  Balmoral  on  the  sixth 
dt  there  came  an  incident  that  was 
have  very  wide  results  in  every- 
Je. 

lit  for  the  week  end  to  Dartmouth 
:  'ng's  yacht,  the  Victoria  and  Albert, 
p| -ate  visit,  for  the  King  wanted  to 
X  mouth  College.  Lilibet  was  thirteen 
s  j  ne,  and  it  had  been  decided  to  take 
V  :esses  and  myself  there  for  a  few 

:  ctoria  and  Albert  was  a  delightful 
.  was  very  Victorian  in  decor,  with 
u  retonne  decorations  in  the  cabins, 
s  ther  roomy  above  for  the  family, 
si  ider  to  think  of  what  it  was  like  be- 
h  the  sailors  slept.  They  must  have 
pi  ed  literally  like  sardines. 


large  gold-and-white  yacht  with  a 
gurehead,  beautifully  painted.  The 
:re  still  fitted  with  old-fashioned 
t  bathrooms  had  been  put  in.  The 
twirls  had  adjoining  cabins.  I  was  at 
end  of  the  yacht,  on  my  own.  The 
Queen  had  cabins  amidships. 
Idren  and  myself  had  a  very  pretty 
Dlroom  which  was  used  by  Alah  for 
and  tea,  and  the  little  girls'  supper, 
ver  possible,  we  did  lessons  out  on 


e  c  ing  saloon  gave  the  children  a  great 
b  luse  the  yacht's  mast  came  out  and 


up  through  one  end  of  the  dining  table.  We 
had  very  happy  parties  around  this  table,  for 
lunch  and  dinner,  which  we  all  had  together. 
On  private  occasions  like  this,  no  one  could 
have  been  pleasanter  host  and  hostess  than 
Their  Majesties.  We  were  taught  on  this  oc- 
casion by  the  young  officers  of  the  yacht  to 
dance  the  Lambeth  Walk  and  Palais  Glide,  a 
sort  of  modernized  version  of  some  old  folk 
dance. 

The  King  and  Queen  took  their  own  chef 
down  with  them,  and  the  ship's  officers,  ac- 
customed to  a  harder  tack,  enjoyed  the 
change,  I  think.  The  weather  was  good,  and 
we  all  loved  the  trip. 

The  King  was  holding  an  inspection  at 
Dartmouth  Royal  Naval  College,  where  he 
had  himself  once  been  a  cadet,  and  for  which 
he  had  always  had  a  great  affection. 

The  college,  which  is  a  vast  red-brick  build- 
ing, stands  high  on  a  hill  looking  down  onto 
the  River  Dart.  Some  nine  hundred  boys  are 
usually  in  training  there  to  become  naval 
officers.  The  college  stands  among  its  own 
playing  fields  and  farms,  and  the  river  affords 
a  good  training  ground  in  the  management  of 
boats,  and  is  usually  absolutely  crawling  with 
them,  manned  by  small  boys  looking  very 
businesslike  in  their  white  sweaters.  They  do 
everything  at  the  double,  and  all  orders  have 
to  be  carried  out  at  a  brisk  trot.  The  disci- 
pline there  is  extremely  strict,  but  in  no  other 
school  do  the  boys  look  so  well  or  so  happy, 
and  there  are  very  few  who  have  passed 
through  who  do  not  look  back  on  their  time 
at  Dartmouth  with  pleasure. 

Most  of  the  instructors  are  sailors,  and  at 
an  early  age  the  boys  themselves  go  to  sea  as 
midshipmen  on  battleships  and  destroyers. 

They  wear  dark  blue  uniforms  in  winter, 
with  brass  buttons  and  peaked  caps  with  the 
Royal  Navy  badges,  and  white  uniforms  in 
summer.  From  the  moment  they  enter  the 
college  they  hold  the  King's  commission,  and 
no  matter  how  short  or  fat,  or  long  and 
scrawny-looking,  are  addressed  by  noncom- 
missioned officers  as  "sir." 

On  the  Sunday  morning  we  were  going  to 
the  college  because  there  was  to  be  a  special 


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service.  We  climbed  those  long  steps  at  Dart- 
mouth. I  remember  that  it  was  a  lovely  day, 
though  it  became  a  bit  cloudy  at  about 
eleven. 

Just  about  the  time  the  service  was 
scheduled  to  start  and  the  boys  had  been 
paraded  before  the  King  and  Queen,  the 
Dartmouth  College  doctor  said,  "I  am  very, 
very  sorry,  but  two  of  the  boys  have  de- 
veloped mumps." 

There  was  a  long  conversation  as  to 
whether  the  children  ought  to  go  into  the 
chapel,  and  the  Queen  finally  said,  "Crawlie, 
would  you  take  them  into  the  Dalrymple- 
Hamiltons'  house,"  which  I  did. 

The  Dalrymple-Hamilton  family  lived  in 
the  Captain's  House  at  Dartmouth  College. 
The  house  had  a  very  pleasant  lived-in  feel- 
ing, and  the  children— a  boy  and  a  girl  rather 
older  than  the  Princesses — came  out  to  meet 
us.  There  was  a  clock- 
work railway  laid  out 
all  over  the  nursery  floor, 
and  we  all  knelt  down  to 
play  with  it. 

We  played  for  ages, 
and  after  a  time,  a  fair- 
haired  boy,  rather  like  a 
Viking,  with  a  sharp  face 
and  piercing  blue  eyes, 
came  in.  He  was  good- 
looking,  though  rather 
offhand  in  his  manner. 
He  said,  "How  do  you 
do,"  to  Lilibet,  and  for  a 
while  they  knelt  side  by 
side  playing  with  the 
trains.  He  soon  got  bored 
with  that.  We  had  ginger 
crackers  and  lemonade, 
in  which  he  joined,  and  then  he  said, "  Let's  go 
to  the  tennis  courts  and  have  some  real  fun 
jumping  the  nets." 

Off  they  went.  At  the  tennis  courts  I 
thought  he  showed  off  a  good  deal,  but  trie 
little  girls  were  much  impressed. 

Lilibet  said,  "How  good  he  is,  Crawfie. 
How  high  he  can  jump."  She  never  took  her 
eyes  off  him  the  whole  time.  He  was  quite 
polite  to  her,  but  did  not  pay  her  any  special 
attention.  He  spent  a  lot  of  time  teasing 
plump  little  Margaret. 

When  we  went  back  to  the  yacht  for  lunch, 
the  fair-haired  boy  was  there.  He  was  near 
Lilibet,  and  we  all  sat  round  and  talked  and 
laughed  a  good  deal.  After  that  we  went  to 
see  the  swimming  pool  and  then  it  was  time 
to  go  back  to  the  yacht  again.  It  had  started 
to  rain  by  this  time,  and  we  were  a  bedraggled 
little  party. 

We  had  a  very  jolly  dinner  that  night, 
but  Lilibet  was  not  allowed  to  stay  up.  We 
danced  the  Lambeth  Walk  and  the  Palais 
Glide  with  the  young  officers.  Next  day.  the 
fair-haired  boy,  who  turned  out  to  be  Prince 
Philip  of  Greece,  came  to  lunch  again.  He 
was  then  at  a  boy's  most  unattractive 
age,  and  some  of  the  older  members  of 
the  party  found  him  extremely  tiresome. 
They  thought  his  manner  to  the  King  and 


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Queen  a  great  deal  too  offhand, 
uncle.  Lord  Louis  Mountbattepn 
always  devoted  to  him.  played  him 
anything,  rather  encouraged  him  to 
All  eyes  were  on  him,  which  he  obvi 
joyed. 

Lilibet  asked  him,  "What  woul 
to  eat?  What  would  you  like!"  wfa 
to  tea. 

The  Queen  said,  "You  must  mak 
good  meal,  for  I  suppose  it  is  your 
the  day." 

Philip  had  several  platefuls  of 
and  a  banana  split,  among  other 
think  he  saw  this  little  girl  admiring 
he  was  already  out  to  create  a  goodj 
sion  on  her.  To  the  little  girls,  a  bo] 
kind  was  always  a  strange  creature 
another  world.  Lilibet  sat.  pink-fa 
joying  it  all  very  much.  To  Margai 
one  who  could 
many    shrimps  | 
hero.  In  the  end i 
go  back  to  Dart' 
his  classes 

The  time  cat 
we  had  to  sail  aj 
all  said  good-by, 
motors  started, 
tricky  business 
out  of  Dartmou 
bor.  Sir  Dudley 
was  the  capi 
charge.  Finally 
well  out  into  til 
nel.  All  the  bcl 
Dartmouth  had 
lowed  to  get  an 
craft  they  couJi 
motorboats,  ro 
and  so  on — and  they  followed  the 
and  Albert  quite  a  long  way.  Then  t 
got  very  alarmed  and  said  to  Sir 
North:  "It's  ridiculous,  and  most 
You  must  signal  them  to  go  back.'' 
Most  of  the  boys  did  go  back  imme 
and  all  the  others  followed  shortly  exq 
one  solitary  figure  whom  we  saw< 
away  as  hard  as  he  could,  who  was,  g| 
Philip.  Lilibet  took  the  glasses  and  ha 
look  at  him.  In  the  end  the  King  sail 
damned  young  fool.  He  must  go  bad 
wise  we  will  have  to  heave  to  and  a 
back." 

At  last  Philip  seemed  to  realize  t 
want  him  to  go  back — they  were  sho 
him  through  the  megaphone — and  h 
back  while  we  gazed  at  him  until  he 
just  a  very  small  speck  in  the  dista 


Next  month,  in  the  fourth  of  eight 
merits,  "CrawneM  describes  hastil; 
plans  and  the  departure  of  t  lie  little 
for  Scotland  in  August,  1939;  how  they 
news  of  the  outbreak  of  war;  sehool  day, 
sewing  and  knitting  at  Rirkhall  with  "* 
while  their  parents  remained  at  Burl 
Palace;  Christmas  shopping  at  Woolw, 
Aberdeen  and  the  Christmas  play  wl 
rehearsed  but  never  given;  how  the  royj 
coped  with  ration  hooks,  clothing  colli 
the  palace  laundry,  sent  to  London  and 
for  six  weeks;  aif-raiil  warnings  at 
Castle,  and  nights  with  Litihcl  and  I* 
Rose  in  the  bomb  shelter. 


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HEAVENLY  BLIE 

(Continued  from  Page  260) 


ward  off  wind,  heat,  glare  and  undesirable 
views.  It's  thus  a  garden  of  many  accom- 
plishments, as  you  can  see;  its  lightness  and 
translucent  loveliness  bringing  a  brand-new 
look  to  garden-making;  incidentally,  very 
flattering  to  the  flowers  and  furnishings,  with 
which  you  can  season  your  garden  to  suit. 

One  of  the  finest  of  all  garden  effects,  and 
one  of  the  easiest,  is  a  curtain  of  Heavenly 
Blues,  with  a  border  of  Snowstorm  petunias 
below.  Our  garden  here  begins  with  this 
simple  idea  as  its  text,  and  then  goes  on  to 
dramatize  it  building  it  up  into  a  place  as 
pleasant  to  look  at  and  live  with  as  it  is  en- 
joyable in  which  to  entertain,  dine  and  relax 
alfresco. 

To  put  all  this  in  terms  of  cost  and  effort, 
you  can  figure  on  about  $100  worth  of  ma- 
terials, and  forty  hours  of  work.  The  pic- 
torial pattern!  and  full  instructions  make 
everything  clear,  and  allow  for  variations  in 
size  and  shape  to  III  any  particular  situation. 


For  instance,  new  lumber  for  the 
frame,  in  its  fifteen-foot-long  size, 
come  to  about  $20;  used  lumber, 
much  or  less.  Spruce  strips,  ready  cut 
panel  frames,  about  $15.  Plastic  Ij 
panels,  depending  on  how  much  yam 
to  use,  from  $40  to  $60.  Materials 
paving  slabs,  about  75  cents  a  slab.  Tj 
vanized  reflecting  pools  can  be  made  Ij 
local  sheet-metal  man  for  about  $9 
Nails,  screws,  bolts  and  paint  will  cos; 
$5,  and  drainage  material  about  $1 
tiply  forty  hours  of  work  Iby  whatev 
have  to  pay  someone  else  per  hour,  a 
will  see  what  you  save  by  doing  it  yt 
For  directions  for  making  the  trellis 
send  15  cents  to  the  Reference  D 

I. Aim  s'  lioME  Journal,  PhiladeH 

Pennsylvania,  for  work  sheet  No.  257', 

sheets  for  the  paving  blocks,  No.  25', 

for  the  pan  jyxils,  No.  2570,  are  als< 
each. 


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Balboa  Island,  California 

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Breakfast  in  Mouse  No.  1 


House  No.  3  lor  Sale 

Eac/i  month  the  Journal  cover  fea- 
tures an  Undiscovered  American 
Beauty — a  girl  who  has  never  previ- 
ously modeled  for  money.  Nomina- 
tions arc  submitted  by  photographers 
throughout  the  country. 

Hanging  tiny  garments  is  no  nov- 
elty to  the  girl  on  this  month's 
cover,  for  Shirley  Ingram  is  the  first 
of  our  Undiscovered  American 
Beauties  to  become  a  mother.  She 
is  also  the  first,  and  probably  the 
last,  to  move  into  a  new  house  ev- 
ery few  months.  The  reason  for 
this  peripatetic  behavior  is  Shir- 
ley's husband  Bob.  Bob  is  a  con- 
tractor. He  builds  a  house;  the 
Ingrams  move  in;  he  puts  the  house 
on  the  market;  sells  it;  the  Ingrams 
move  out.  It  all  makes  sense,  espe- 
cially since  Shirley  loves  interior 
decorating,  but  the  only  perma- 
nent address  the  Ingrams  can  use 
is  a  post-office  box. 

Shirley  is  purely  a  product  of 
California  sunshine  and  su  rf.  She 
was  born  on  a  ranch  near  Whittier 
and  raised  (by  har  own  admission) 
largely  on  horseback.  In  eighth 
grade  she  won  a  War  Bond  for  sell- 
ing Curtis-magazine  subscriptions. 
In  high  school  she  won  the  heart 
of  Bob  Ingram,  who  first  saw  her 
riding  a  bicycle  to  the  beach.  Until 
that  day  he  had  said  he  would 
never  marry.  Shirley  changed  his 
mind,  but  not  quick  (it  look  her 
two  years).  The  baby  is  beginning 
to  change  things  again,  and  now 
Shirley  talks  of  building  another 
house — this  time  for  keeps. 


Uook  foii<l«>nsn(ion  Complete  in  This  Issue 

The  Green  Bough  Ann  Ritner 

Fiction 

Take  a  Letter  Gordon  Rolx-rts 

W  intertime  (Second  part  of  five)  Jan  Valtin 

Little  Black  Dress  Josephine  Bentham 

Seventh  Year  Mono  Williams 

The  Double  Life  of  Mrs.  Dillingham  .  .  Mary  Hastings  Bradley 
SpiM-i.-il  Features 


36 
38 
40 
68 
70 


World  in  a  Foxhole  Dorothy  Thompson     1 1 

Our  Sch  ools  are  W  hat  We  Make  Them  11 

31 

42 
56 
58 
61 


Tell  Me  Doctor— No.  3  Henry  B.  Safford,  M.  D. 

The  Little  Princesses  (Fourth  part  of  eight)  .  Marion  Crawford 

Profile  of  Youth:  A  Mind  of  Her  Own  

Pity  the  Poor  Parents!  

There's  a  Man  in  the  House  Harlan  Miller 

How  America  Lives:  More  Babies — More  Fun  William  A.  Arter  195 
Baby's  First  Year  Photos  fry  Wayne  Miller  238 

4*«*n<>rnl  Features 

Our  Beaders  Write  Us   4 

Under-Cover  Stuff  Bernardine  Kielty     1  1 

League  of  ^  omen  Voters  ...  in  Tulsa,  Oklahoma  23 

"What's  the  U.  S.  to  You?"   Margaret  Hickey  23 

Reference  Library  21 

Making  Marriage  Work  Clifford  R.  Adams  26 

Good  For  You?  (The  Sub-Deb)  .  .  .  Edited  by  Maureen  Daly  28 
Fifty  Years  Ago  in  the  Journal  •  Journal  About  Town   ....  33 

Bringing  Up  Parents  Dr.  Barbara  Biber  111 

Ask  Any  Woman  Marcelene  Cox  144 

Diary  of  Domesticity  Gladys  Taber  179 

Have  You  Erred  in  Your  Child's  Sex  Education? 

Dr.  Herman  A.  Bundesen  228 
This  is  a  Telebugeye  Mnnro  Leaf  237 

Fashions  and  Kearny 

The  Timeless  Box-Jacket  Suit  ff  ilhela  Cushman  50 

it  Makes  All  the  Difference  R.M.P.  51 

Fashion  Portraits  Wilhela  Cushman  52 

Make  or  Trim  W  ilhela  Cushman  51 

American  Beauty's  Dollar-Wise  Wardrobe  $99.75 

Cynthia  McAdoo  60 

Spring  Patterns. . .  and  Their  Summer  Versions   .  i\ora  O'Leary  62 

The  Self-inflicted  Backache  Dawn  Crowell  Norman  64 

Sub-Deb  \X  ardrobe  Nora  O'Leary  202 

"If  it  Weren't  for  My  Hips"  Dawn  Crowell  Norman  207 

Food  anil  Honieninkiiijg 

Kitchen  Compact  Gladys  Taber  66 

Spring  Song  4nn  Batchelder  72 

Line  a  Day  Ann  Batchelder  74 

Conversation  Piece  Ruth  Mills  league  120 

Quick  and  Easys  for  Two   Louella  G.  Shouer  128 

The  Laundry  Moves  Upstairs  Margaret  Davidson  20 1 

Dinner  on  Time  Louella  G.  Shouer  208 

Architecture,  Interior  Decoration  ami  4>anlen 

You  Can  Build  Your  Own  Home  for  Half  the  Price  Richard  Pratt  16 

Modern  in  New  England  H.  T.  U  illiams  105 

Stenciling  on  Furniture  Henrietta  Murdoch  216 

Shad)  Terrace  Richard  Print  257 

Poetry 

Joseph  Auslandcr  12  •  Ingeborg  Kayko  82  •  Marjorie  Lederer  Lee  98 
Dan  G.  Hoffman  1 16  •  Viola  Perrj  Wanger  138  •  Catherine  Vines 
Clinedinst  151  •  Frances  Rodman  158*  Harold  Will. ml  Gleaeon  108 
Margaret  Widdemer  176*  Elizabeth -Ellen  Long  186  •  Marvin  Terra! 
Jeans  192  •  Eleanor  Allelta  Chaffee  213  •  Herbert  Merrill  226  .  Sam 
King  Carleton  210  •  .l<>;ui  \ucourl  218  •  Elizabeth  McFarland  258 

Cover:  l*holo«£r.i|»li  by  John  Mct-liling 


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Journal-Inspired  Family 

Atlanta,  Georgia. 
Dear  Editors :  The  Journal  is  inspiring. 
I  do  not  use  the  word  loosely.  I  arise  from 
reading  each  issue  determined  to  cook  like 
Ann  Batchelder,  to  make  my  marriage 
work  according  to  Doctor  Adams,  to  look 
as  beautiful  as  the  Journal  says  I  can  if 
I'll  only  try.  However,  my  favorite  is 
Gladys  Taber's  Diary  of  Domesticity. 
After  reading  her  account  of  the  snowy 
winters  at  Stillmeadow,  I  can't  help  feeling 
we  may  be  missing  something  down  here  in 
Georgia.  My  four-year-old  wonders  if  snow 
men  are  "  really,  truly  "  or  if  they  belong  in 
the.  same  category  with  witches  and  fairies. 

Sincerelv, 
NAN  S.  PENDER GR AST. 


P.  S.  Here  is  a  picture  of  us.  Reading  from 
left  to  right.  Nan,  Mark,  Nankin,  John, 
Jill  and  Britt.  The  dog  is  Treve.  Both  my 
husband  and  I  are  Georgia  born  and  bred, 
but  we  teach  our  children  to  believe,  right 
out  loud,  that  the  only  difference  between 
us  and  the  Negroes  is  a  matter  of  pigmen- 
tation. N.S.P. 

Hook-of-the-Year 

Buffalo,  New  York. 
Dear  Editors:  The  story  of  The  Little 
Princesses  is  of  world  interest,  highly  in- 
timate and  dramatic  and  most  beautifully 
and  exactingly  done.  It  will  easily  prove 
the  book-of-the-year.  I  knew  Edward  Bok 
quite  well.  How  he  would  have  gloated 
over  a  story  of  this  caliber! 

Sincerely, 
EDWARD  P.  LUPFER. 

Making  Mamma  Fashionable 

New  Orleans,  Louisiana. 
Dear  Editors:  I  am  enjoying  The  Little 
Princesses.  They  have  had  such  a  well- 
ordered  childhood.  The  British  royal 
family  is  not  an  experiment.  They  are  part 
of  their  environment — good  people,  honest 
and  unpretentious.  Theirs  is  a  healthy 
story — good  for  agile-minded  young 
Americans.  It  might  make  romping  with 
papa  and  mummie  more  fashionable. 
Might  even  bring  back  the  old  fashioned 
words,  "papa"  and  "mamma." 

Sincerelv  vours. 
MAY  GENEVIEVE  NELSON. 

What  Mothers  Hon'l  Know 

St.  Louis,  Missouri. 
Dear  Editors:  The  first  article  in  the 
series,  Tell  Me  Doctor,  is  the  best  I  have 
ever  read— written  in  words  anyone  can 
understand,  yet  tells  every  tiny  detail  in 
full.  I  am  twenty  years  old  and  planning 
to  be  married  this  April,  and  I  know  there 
are  many  things  I  don't  know  about  my- 
self or  what"  makes  me  tick.  Mother  wotdd 
tell  me  il  she  knew  all  the  answers,  but  she 
doesn't.  I  have  read  several  books,  but  they 
are  all  similar,  ami  what  doctor  has  time 
to  explain  !  They  are  all  so  busy  with  their 
sic  k  patients.  Sincerely  yours, 

A  young  hut  faithful  reader. 
Nome!  MmU  lo  \\  IiInimt 

Cotimach,  Long  Island. 
Dear  EdMqrtt  The  Journal,  we  think, 
ha*  handled  the  problem  oi  sex  education 

loi  tecn-ftgena  lot  bettei  than  most  maga- 


zines. But  why  a  "teen-ager  problem"?; 
We  think  it  should  be  sex  education  fop 
parents.  How  can  parents  discuss  thesuh^ 

ject  with  a  boy  or  girl,  when  they  thei 
selves  in  their  youth  were  taught 
anything  connected  with  the  human  hoc 
was  something  one  whispered  of  or  jui 
skipped  altogether?  It  just  grew! 

I  have  heard  parents  talk  of  question! 
their  children  asked  and  how  they  cv; 
the  issue  or  said,  "I  just  screamed 
laughter  and  asked  where  they  heard  such 
things!"  Those  same  people  scream  like 
banshees  when  their  boy  or  girl  gets  into  8 
mess,  through  lack  of  understanding.  1  for- 
get who  said  it,  but  I  bless  the  person  who 
remarked.  "There  are  no  bad  boysorgirls." 
In  years  to  come  there  will  still  be  the  sanw 
"teen-age  problems"  unless  parents  get 
down  to  earth  on  the  "parent  problem.'' 
Vours  truly, 
.  NELLIE  K.  HUBBS. 

How  to  Pay  Off  National  lleltt 

Long  Valley.  New  Jersey, 
Dear  Editors:  I  have  an  idea  to  pay  off 
our  national  debt — a  crusade  for  women  I 
Let's  fine  every  woman  five  cents  (per- 
haps best  worked  out  through  P.T.A., 
women's  clubs  and  church  organizations) 
every  time  she  opens  her  mouth  to  talk 
about: 

1.  Her  pains  and  aches. 

2.  Her  operations  or  labor  pains. 

3.  How  smart  her  children  are. 

Yours  sincerelv, 
MRS.  WILLIAM  ASPDIN. 

Secret  Pops  Oat 

St.  Paul,  Minnesota. 

Dear  Editors:  After  six  pregnancies,  I 
still  maintain  you  can  be  pretty  though 
pregnant.  I  love  attractive  clothes  and, 
since  I  make  all  my  own,  I've  been  able  to 
whip  up  quite  a  maternity  wardrobe  at 
very  low  cost. 

My  wardrobe  consists  of  four  skirts- 
two  cotton,  one  wool  and  one  crepe;  three 
smocks  made  from  a  flare-backed  shortie- 
coat  pattern;  two  attractive  coats — one 
bright  red  and  one  black  moire;  and  three 
pairs  of  slacks.  My  maternity  skirts  never 
never  pull  up  in  front.  The  secret  is  a  large 
hole  through  which  my  expanding  front  can 
protrude,  letting  the  skirt  fall  in  a  normal 
even  hemline.  I've  tried  all  the  maternity 


Mrs.  Margaret  Warren  and  friendsi 

styles  on  the  market  and  none  has  pleased 
me  as  much  as  this  hole-in-the-front  idea. 
I  know  it  sounds  a  bit  gruesome,  and  I 
pray  on  a  windy  day  that  my  smock  or  coat 
won't  blow  up  aTlil  reveal  my  secret,  lint  I 
insist  there's  nothing  like  it  lor  comfort 
and  appearance. 

The  tWO  cotton  skills  are  the  skirt*  c>( 
discarded  dresses  with  the  hole  cut  in  the 
front.  Two  ol  my  smockn  are  made  of 
plain-i  olored  chambray  and  trimmed  with 
the  print  material  In  t lie  skirts.  They  cont 

mi-  two  dollars  apiece.  The  other  smock  in 
a  HeerHiieker,  black  background  with  large 
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A  sure  hit  —  year  'round! 

BERRY  WEDGE  PIE 

(Makes  one  9"  pie) 

For  sure  success,  just  follow  the  easy  ("risen 
pastry  method  below.  You  can  be  sure  of  flaky, 
tender  pie  crust  —  as  digestible  as  it  is  delicious! 

CRISCO  PASTRY 
2Vi  cups  sifted  flour  3/»  cup  Crisco 

1  teaspoon  salt  Vi  cup  water 

All  Measurements  Level.  Sift  flour  with  salt  into 
bowl.  Remove  '/j  cup  flour.  Cut  Crisco  into  re- 
maining flour  with  pastry  blender,  fork  or  two 
knives  until  the  pieces  are  the  size  of  small  peas. 
Mix  34  cup  water  with  the  '/j  cup  flour  to  form 
paste.  Add  flour  paste  to  Crisco-flour  mixture. 
Mix  and  shape  into  a  ball;  divide  dough  into  two 
parts.  On  a  floured  pastry  canvas  or  board  lightly 
roll  a  circle  of  dough  12"  in  diameter  and  Yn" 
thick.  Line  pie  plate;  allow  pastry  to  extend 
beyond  edge.  Turn  edge  under,  flute  with  fingers. 
Prick  pastry  closely  over  bottom  of  pan.  Roll  re- 
maining pastry  in  same  manner  as  before,  to  a 
diameter  of  8  inches.  Cut  circle  into  6  wedges  and 
place  on  cookie  sheet.  Prick  closely.  Bake  shell 
and  wedges  in  hot  oven  (425°F.)  12-15  minutes, 
or  until  brown. 

BLUEBERRY  FILLING 
3Vi  cups  frozen  or  canned  Vi  teaspoon  salt 

blueberries*  1  teaspoon  grated 

1  cup  juice  from  berries  lemon  rind 
Vi  cup  sugar                               2  tablespoons 

2  tablespoons  cornstarch  lemon  juice 

Combine  sugar,  cornstarch  and  salt  with  juice 
and  blueberries.  Add  remaining  ingredients  and 
cook  until  thickened,  about  10  to  1 5  mins.  Place  in 
baked  Crisco  shell.  Top  with  pastry  wedges. 

•  Blackberries,  raspberries  or  loganberries  may  be  used. 

NEW  I  BIGGER  I  BETTER !  CRISCO  COOK  BOOK  now 

gives  you  161  exciting  new  recipes,  lots  of  full- 
color  picture  pages.  Send  25<  in  coin  and  a  Crisco 
label,  any  size,  for  New  Recipes  for  Good  Eating. 
Mail  to  Crisco,  Dept.  HJ,  Box  837,  Cincinnati  1, 
Ohio.  Offer  good  in  continental  U.  S.  and  Hawaii. 


It's  flaky!  It's  tender! 
It's  made  with  Crisco ! 


•-The  One  and  Only- 
*ered  this  sure  way 

arfect  He  Crust ! 


Don't  lose  this  recipe — ever!  For  once  your  family 
tastes  this  berry  pie,  they'll  want  it  again  and  again. 
Its  tender,  golden  crust  is  a  melt-in-your-moutli 
delight — the  kind  you  can  glory  in!  It's  bound  to 
be,  you  see,  when  you  bake  the  Crisco  way! 

And  how  easy  that  is!  Why,  with  pure,  all-vege 
table  Crisco  and  Crisco's  sure-fire  pastry  method 
even  a  beginner  can  be  sure  of  flaky,  tender  pie  crust 
every  single  time!  Digestible  pie  crust,  too!  Yes, 


even  doctors — 9  out  of  10  of  them — say  Crisco  is 
easy  to  digest. 

Why  settle  for  "so-so"  pastry  when  it's  simple  to 
get  perfect  results  the  Crisco  way!  Just  use  the  pas- 
try recipe  given  above  and  on  every  Crisco  label. 
Then  you're  sure  of  flaky,  flavor-rich  pie  crust  every 
time — pie  crust  you  can  be  truly  proud  of!  That's 
another  wonderful  reason  why  more  women  cook 
with  Crisco  than  any  other  brand  of  shortening! 


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use  Crisco 

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Drifts  of  snow-white  coconut — like  a  pretty  spring  bonnet — top  this  ne^vsy 
Calumet  cake.  With  Calumet's  dependable  double-action  to  help  you,  your  cake 
will  be  just  exactly  as  high,  light,  and  luscious!  And  how  you'll  blush  with  pride 
when  you  see  what  Calumet  does  for  your  biscuits  and  hot  breads! 

Pretty  enough  for  the 

EASTER  PARADE 


A  highlight  of  your  Easter  day — this 
lovely,  spring-bright  Calumet  cake! 

As  easy  and  sure-to-succeed  as  it  is 
beautiful.  Every  crumb  will  be  airy- 
light  and  velvet-soft — if  you  use  Calu- 
met Baking  Powder. 

It's  the  wonderful  double-rising 
action — first  in  the  bowl,  later  in  the 


oven  that  gives  Calumet  cakes  that 
special  feathery,  tender  texture. 

You'll  notice  the  same  fine,  even 
tenderness  in  your  Calumet  biscuit  and 
hot-bread  baking,  too.  You'll  see  right 
away  why  more  women  buy  Calumet 
than  any  other  baking  powder.  Re- 
member to  get  a  can  today! 


tt  EASTER  GLORY  CAKE  ^ 


Preparations.  Have  the  shortening  at  room 
temperature.  Line  bottoms  of  pans  with 
paper,  then  grease.  Use  two  round  9-inch 
layer  pans,  1^4  inches  deep.  Start  oven  for 
moderate  heat  (375°F .) .  Sift  flour  once  be- 
fore measuring. 

Ingredients: 

2  )i  cups  sifted  Swans  Down  Cake  Flour 
.'5  teaspoons  Calumet  Baking  Powder 
1  teaspoon  salt 
\y<2  cups  sugar 
%  cup  shortening 

*Milk  (see  below  for  amount) 

1  teaspoon  vanilla 

2  eggs,  unbeaten 

♦With  butter,  margarine,  or  lard,  use  Vn  cup 
milk.  With  vegetable  or  any  other  shorten- 
ing, use  1  cup  milk. 

Now  the  Mix-Easy  Part!  (Mix  by  hand  or  at 
a  low  speed  of  electric  mixer.  Count  only 


actual  beating  time  or  beating  strokes. 
Allow  about  150  full  strokes  per  minute. 
Scrape  bowl  and  spoon  often.) 

1.  Sift  flour  once;  measure  into  sifter;  and 
add  baking  powder,  salt,  and  sugar.  Set 
aside. 

2.  Place  shortening  in  mixing  bowl  and  st  ir 
just  to  soften.  Sift  in  dry  ingredients.  Add 
54  cup  of  the  milk  and  vanilla  and  mix  until 
all  flour  is  dampened.  Then  beat  2  minutes. 

3.  Add  eggs  and  remaining  milk  and  beat  1 
minute  longer. 

Baking.  Turn  batter  into  pans.  Bake  in  mod- 
erate oven  (375°F.)  25  minutes,  or  until 
done.  Cool. 

Frosting.  Spread  seven-minute  frosting  be- 
tween layers  and  on  top  and  sides  of  cake. 
Sprinkle  with  Baker's  Shredded  Coconut. 
Decorate  with  several  groups  of  vari-colored 
jelly  beans  to  simulate  eggs  in  nests. 
(All  measurements  are  level) 


CALUMET 


BAKING 
POWDER 


Double-acting. ..for  Double-sure  Success! 

A  product  of  (Irneral  Foorfx 


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splashy  strawberry  print — cost:  $2.50  — 
which  I  wear  with  my  cotton  slacks.  For 
the  price  of  one  inexpensive  maternity 
dress  in  the  shops,  plus  a  little  imagina- 
tion, 1  have  seven  or  eight  outfits.  1  do  all 
my  sewing  on  a  fifty-year-old  treadle  sew- 
ing machine — not  as  strenuous  as  riding  a 
bicycle,  but  you  can't  coast,  either.  Fortu- 
nately any  weight  I  gain,  and  I  gain 
plenty,  lands  all  in  one  spot  and  leaves  al- 
most immediately  after  the  baby  is  born.  I 
have  never  needed  a  postpregnancy  ward- 
robe as  all  my  clothes  fit  perfectly. 

My  advice  to  all  women  experiencing 
normal  pregnancies  is — forget  it !  Carry 
yourself  as  if  you're  the  most  privileged 
being  in  the  world.  Sure  the  people  will 
stare — they  always  do — but  you  can  bet 
your  shiny  new  layette  they  are  stares  of 
heartfelt  admiration.  Don't  subdue  your 
make-up — brighten  it!  Don't  wear  color- 
less, drab  clothes— brighten  them!  Have 
fun  while  you're  having  your  baby. 

Sincerely, 
MARGARET  WARREN. 

What  Makes  a  Cover  M\r\ 

Boise,  Idaho. 

Dear  Editors:  As  about  half  the  photog- 
raphers in  the  nation  are  raving  about 
your  magazine  covers  of  Undiscovered 
American  Beauties,  I'd  like  to  know  how 
much  is  paid,  who  may  submit  trans- 
parencies, and  just  whom  may  be  the 
model.  Sincerely, 

AULAS  HINSHAW. 

>  The  model  may  be  any  girl  who  hasn't 
modeled  (for  money).  Photographers 
may  have  full  details  upon  request  to 
our  Picture  Editor. — ED. 

l*«*n  Friends  Abroad 

Philadelphia,  Pennsylvania. 
Dear  Editors:  To  help  bring  the  world 
closer  together,  a  group  in  Philadelphia 
established  an  international  letter  exchange 
about  a  year  ago  known  as  "Letters 
Abroad." 

Through  its  office  over  20,000  people 
have  been  put  together  in  friendly  corre- 
spondence during  the  past  year.  Eighty 
per  cent  of  the  letters  come  in  English 
from  all  over  Western  Europe  and  some 
even  from  Japan.  Each  pair  of  correspond- 
ents is  matched  according  to  age  and  in- 
terests so  that  they  have  much  to  write 
about.  The  overseas  letter  is  sent  to  the 
American;  thereafter  she  writes  whenever 
and  as  often  as  she  likes. 

We  have  received  thousands  of  letters 
from  housewives  in  the  British  Isles.  These 
women  are  eager  for  the  warmth  and  fun 
of  an  American  friendship. 

If  any  of  your  readers  would  like  to  take 
part,  will  you  ask  them  to  write  to:  Letters 
Abroad,  World  Affairs  Council,  1411  Wal- 
nut Street,  Philadelphia  2,  Pa. 

They  should  give  their  age  and  interests 
and  enclose  a  stamped,  addressed  enve- 
lope. There  is,  of  course,  no  charge  as  this 
is  being  done  in  the  sincere  attempt  to  in- 
crease understanding  in  the  world. 

Yours  very  sincerely, 
G.  ALISON  RAYMOND 
Director,  Letters  Abroad. 

Enter  It  ussia  ■■  Zone  With  4'AltK 

New  York  City. 
Dear  Editors :  You  once  commented  that 
CARE  packages  could  not  be  sent  to  the 
Russian  zone  of  Germany.  This  is  no  longer 
a  fact.  CARE  now  does  make  deliveries  in 
the  Russian  zone.  We  are  offering  for  that 
particular  area  a  lard  package  at  S4. 50  and 
a  Thrift  food  package  at  $5.75.  CARE's 
guaranty  of  delivery,  of  course,  stands. 

Sincerely, 
FRANK  M.  MURPHY 
Director,  Public  Relations,  CAKE. 

Smart  (o  !»«■  Safe 

Hollywood,  ( 'alifornia. 
Dear  Editors:  I'd  like  to  tell  you  of  a 
project  about  which  I  arn  personally  inosl 
enthusiastic.  It  is  the  younger  drivers' 

safety  program  being  sponsored  by  the 
President'!  Highway  Safety  Committee 
through  the  Inter-Industry  Highway  Safety 
(  oiimiittcc,  co-operatively  supported  by 

the  automotive  industries.  As  the  parent 
of  lour  girls i  one  oi  whom  is  already  learn* 
K  otUinued  on  Pat*  k> 


FRANCO-AMERICAN  MEAL  HINTS 

FOR  HUSKY  APPETITES ! 


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Made  from  ihe  juices  of  selected  beef., 
with  that  genuine  roasting  pan  flavoi 
I  >elicious  ser\  ed  hot  with  any  mea  i  -ait 

potato  dinner.  On  sandwiches.  In  slew 
Or  add  it  10  make  your  own  graft 
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You  can't  match  a  FRIGIDAIRE! 


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W  ERI AL  MODELS  have  separate  near-zero  Locker-Top.  The 
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MSTER  AND  STANDARD  MODELS  have  colder-than-ever 
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■lirect  air  circulation  from  Super-Freezer.  Master  models 
Hi  7.6  to  17  cu.  ft.  storage  capacity.  Standard  models  from 
■x>  7.6  cu.  ft.  storage  capacity. 

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isit  your  Frigidaire  Dealer.  Look  for  his  name  in  your 
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Clothes  Dryer     •     Electric  Ironer     •     Food  Freezers 
Electric  Dehumidifier     •     Electric  Water  Heaters 
Kitchen  Cabinets  and  Sinks     •     Air  Conditioners 


See  all  these  reasons  why 
You  can't  match  a  Frigidaire! 

You  Get  New  Beauty 

1-  New  Styling  Inside  and  Out-hv  R 

Loewy.  ^ui-rjy  Kaymond 

3.  New  .'Target  Door  Latch- 
finger-tip  action -locks  cold  in 

You  Get  New  Convenience 

Extra  Storage  Space-in  less  kitchen  space. 
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years'  experience  in  building "more  tfian n    %  30 
"g  more  than  11^  million  refrigerating  units. 


If  casual  cleansing  helps,  just  think  what  deep-cleansing  will  do!  For  only 
the  cleanest  skin  can  look  really  young  and  lovely. 

Woodbury  Cold  Cream  cleanses  deeper.  It  contains  Penaten-the  amazing 
penetrating  agent  that  actually  goes  deeper  into  pore  openings.  That  means 
Woodbury's  wonderful  cleansing  oils  go  deeper  to  loosen  every  trace  of 
<^rime  and  drab  make-up. 

And  because  of  Penaten,  Woodbury  Cold  Cream  smooths  more  effectively, 
too.  Brings  rich  softening  oils  to  soothe  your  skin  when  it's  dry  and  rough. 
Recapture  that  lovely  little-girl  freshness  again  with  Woodbury  Cold  Creaml 
2(K  to  $1.39  plus  tax. 


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ing  to  drive,  I  share  the  apprehension  ol 
all  parents  whose  youngsters  become  "sta- 
tistics" in  the  safety  columns  as  soon  as 
they  get  behind  the  wheel  of  a  car.  As  a 
citizen.  I  share  the  concern  of  all  Americans 
over  the  terrifying  record  of  accidents  and 
death  which  our  national  research  shows 
every  year. 

On  my  NBC  radio  show,  Father  Knows 
Best,  a  half-hour  domestic  comedy,  we 
plan  to  stress  two  major  safety  measures: 
driver  training  for  youngsters  through 
their  local  schools,  and  the  signing  of 
"man-to-man"  and  "dad-to-daughter" 
agreements  between  parents  and  teen- 
agers, making  them  eligible  for  member- 
ship in  Good  Driver  Clubs.  In  these  agree- 
ments, young  drivers  promise  to  conform 
to  eight  major  safety  regulations  in  return 
for  permission  to  drive  the  family  car. 
Copies  of  agreements,  along  with  club 
cards,  are  readily  obtainable  by  writing  to 
me  in  care  of  local  NBC  stations.  My 
"  make-believe"  family  of  teensters  on  the 
radio  show  (Rhoda  Williams  and  Ted 
Donaldson)  and  my  own  daughter.  Carol 
Ann,  have  already  signed  them. 

Sincerely, 
ROBERT  YOUNG. 


Fses  Profiles  Profitably 

Midland,  Pennsylvania. 
Dear  Sir:  Being  a  full-time  guidance  di- 
rector of  a  fairly  large  Class  A  high  school, 
I  want  to  compliment  you  on  the  series, 
Profile  of  Youth.  After  reading  through 
your  latest  article,  I  find  I  could  use  it  over 
and  over  with  great  success.  It  happens  we 
are  patterning  out  our  dance  and  social 
programs  at  present,  and  your  article  is  a 
big  lift.  Such  work  as  this  is  the  big  aid  in 
improving  young  Americans. 

Sincerely, 
JAMES  W.  DEAN. 


Menus  That  Mako  Friends 

Wasco,  Oregon. 

Dear  Editors:  I  want  to  thank  you  for 
all  the  dinner  menus  you  publish.  I've 
served  several  of  them  for  "company" 
meals  and  I  never  have  had  a  failure  with 
one  of  your  dishes  even  though  entirely 
new  to  me. 

I  have,  thanks  to  you,  the  reputation  of 
being  an  unusual  cook  because  I  have 
served  so  many  of  your  menus  to  my 
guests. 

Sincerelv, 
MARGILEE  KASEBERG. 

Angels  With  IHrty  Faees? 

Perryville,  M issouri. 
Dear  Editors:  My  only  criticism  of  the 
Ladies'  Home  Journal  is  that  it's  too  per- 
fect. How  about  an  illustration  (just  once) 
of  a  baby  with  a  dirty  face,  or  a  housewife 
minus  the  rufnes  and  curls  and  high  heels? 
I'm  getting  an  inferiority  complex. 

Sincerelv, 
MRS.  YES  J.  MICHAUD. 

Something  She  Ate 

Pittsburgh,  Pennsylvania. 
Dear  Editors:  I'd  like  some  articles  on 
how  to  keep  slim.  It's  a  continued  night- 
mare to  me.  Why  don't  you  have  Ann 
Batchelder  apply  her  art  to  a  reducing 
diet?  The  way  she  scatters  calories  is 
heartbreaking,  but  I  like  her. 

Suggest  clothes  for  single,  oldish  women, 
too,  if  you  can.  I  am  terribly  afraid  of  get- 
ting to  look  like  some  people  I  know. 

Sincerelv, 
TILLIE  HOROWITZ. 

Magazine  I  niverslly 

Chicago,  Illinois. 
Dear  Mr.  Could:  I  have  seen  much  evi- 
dence that  the  printed  page  is  the  major 
educational  force  in  the  nation,  transcend- 
ing even  th<-  public-school  system.  The 
great  magazines,  like  your  own,  plus  the 
newspaper*,  are  the  chief  source  of  educa- 
tion and  enlightenment  for  the  majority  ot 
Americana  dui  Ing  their  final  50  adult  yean. 

You  Operate  a  tremendous  magazine  uni- 
jwrfftywith  15,000.000 oi  more  "studenU. 
I  i,.,,    more-  than  five  timet  the  total  col- 
lege and  university  enrollment  in  the  en- 
tire country.  More  I'owei  to  you  I 
Cordially. 
GEORGE  W.  I  RANE. 


"I  feel  ready  for  Spring  in 
my  new  perfect-fitting  girdle 
made  with  LASTEX  yarn. 


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"Even  the  Summer  heat  doesn't 
bother  me  in  my  light-as-a- 
feather  girdle  that  LASTEX 
makes  so  figure  controlling. 


"7  begin  the  Fall  by  buying 
myself  a  new  girdle.  But  you 
ought  to  see  what  a  beautiful 
figure  my  old  one  made  with 
LASTEX  still  gives  me. 


"Winter  has  come  but  my 
girdle's  still  going  strong.  For 
lasting  elasticity,  be  sure 
every  foundation  you  buy 
is  made  with 


. . .  the  miracle  yarn  that  makes  thirty 
an  elastic  yarn  manufactured cxcluxii'cl 
UNITED  STATES  RUBBER  COMP/ 


1J30  Avonuo  ot  tho  Amorlcoi 


Now  York  20, 


If- course  \ftHr$.SifriHh,.. 


MRS.  smith  probably  would  never  know 
why  Mrs.  Adams  passed  her  by  .  .  . 
would  never  understand  why  she,  a  newcomer 
to  the  smug  little  village,  had  been  repeatedly 
given  the  cold-shoulder  by  neighbors  whose 
friendship  she  needed.  There's  one  symptom* 
women  won't  discuss. 

The  truth  was  that  Mrs.  Smith  had  made  a 
bad  first-impression  .  .  .  one  that  she  couldn't 
live  down.  The  insidious  thing  about  *halitosis 
(bad  breath)  is  that,  guilty  of  it  only  once,  you 
may  be  tagged  with  it  for  a  long  time. 


Don't  Take  Chances 
Why  take  your  breath  for  granted — ever?  Why 
risk  offending?  Listerine  Antiseptic  is  a  wonder- 
fully effective,  delightfully  pleasant,  extra- 
careful  precaution  against  this  social  offense. 

You  merely  rinse  the  mouth  with  it,  and 
instantly  your  breath  becomes  fresher,  sweeter, 
less  likely  to  offend  .  .  .  stays  that  way,  too. 
Not  for  seconds  .  .  .  not  for  minutes  .  .  .  but  for 
hours,  usually. 

Remember,  when  you  want  to  be  at  your 
best,  never,  never  omit  Listerine  Antiseptic. 


Use  it  systematically  morning  and  night,  and 
before  any  date. 

While  some  cases  of  halitosis  are  of  systemic 
origin,  most  cases,  say  some  authorities,  are  clue  to 
the  bacterial  fermentation  of  tiny  food  particles 
clinging  to  mouth  surfaces.  Listerine  Antiseptic 
quickly  halts  such  fermentation,  then  overcomes  the 
odors  fermentation  causes. 
Lambert  Pharmacal  Company.  St.  Louis.  Missouri 

. . .  the  extra-careful  precaution 
against  bad  breath 

LISTERINE  ANTISEPTIC 


Cold  Coming  On?  Gargle  early  and  often  with  Listerine  Antiseptic  ...  it  kills  millions  of 
germs  on  throat  surfaces  .  .  .  often  helps  head  off  much  cold  misery. 


Jw on  G»  kAtfk/ 

You'll  win  new  loveliness  for  your  arms  and  legs  and  shoulders  with  the 
*  Camav  Beautv  Bath!  From  head  to  toes,  vou'll  alow  with  a  fresh,  new 


Camay  Beauty  Bath!  From  head  to  toes,  you'll  glow  with  a  fresh,  new 

beauty!  Yes,  all  your  skin  gets  the  finest,  mildest  kind  of  complexion  care 
when  you  bathe  every  day  with  big  Bath-Size  Camay.  Here's  the  bath  soap 

you've  always  wanted— wonderfully  quick  and  generous  with  its  lather. 
And  gentle  Camay  lather  touches  you  ever  so  daintily  with  the  flattering, 

flower-like  fragrance  of  Camay,  The  Soap  of  Beautiful  Women. 


NOW!  BUY  CAMAY  BY  THE  CARTON! 


Our  Schools  are  What 
We  Make  Them 

PARENTS,  interested  in  better  public  schools  for 
their  children,  often  do  not  know  how  to  go 
about  getting  them.  Pres.  James  B.  Conant, 
of  Harvard  University,  offered  the  following  helpful 
suggestions  to  citizens  weighing  the  schools  in  their 
own  neighborhoods: 

"I  shall  put  forward  as  my  first  premise,"  said 
President  Conant  before  the  National  Citizens  Com- 
mission for  the  Public  Schools,  "that  one  must  con- 
sider every  separate  schodi  in  terms  of  the  neighbor- 
hood which  it  serves.  I  am  going  to  skip  all  discus- 
sion of  the  two  most  vital  questions  concerning  a 
local  school  problem;  namely,  what  is  the  nature  of 
the  political  control,  and  is  there  an  adequate  tax 
basis  for  expansion?  I  omit  any  discussion  of  these 
first  two  obvious  questions  because  where  there  is  a 
shocking  political  situation  the  citizen  knows  what 
he  must  try  to  do.  And  where  there  is  an  antiquated 
tax  structure  the  remedy  is  political,  not  educational. 

"I  am  addressing  myself  to  the  questions  which  a 
layman  might  ask  in  a  city  or  town  where  the  school 
politics  are  honest  and  new  money  can  be  raised  by 
taxes  when  new  money  is  required.  How  shall  such  a 
citizen  appraise  the  school  as  it  exists  today?  How 
shall  he  evaluate  new  proposals  for  expansion  or  re- 
form? 

"Let  me  consider,  in  the  interests  of  brevity,  only 
the  high  school.  The  doctrine  of  equality  of  educa- 
tional opportunity  is  basic  to  all  considerations  of 
American  education.  Careers  must  be  kept  open  to 
the  talented.  The  high  schools  which  now  send  less 
than  a  quarter  of  their  graduates  to  universities 
should  in  most  instances  send  more.  The  high 
schools  which  send  eighty  or  ninety  per  cent  of  their 
graduates  to  four-year  colleges  or  universities  may 
well  be  sending  far  too  many  for  this  type  of  ad- 
vanced study.  The  two-year  college  may  be  the  best 
medium  for  the  posthigh-school  education  of  many 
students,  no  matter  what  their  financial  status  or 
their  family  background. 

"On  the  other  hand,  1  do  not  need  to  tell  this  audience 
about  the  necessity  of  providing  scholarships  and  limn 
funds  to  help  the  student  of  outstanding  ability  under- 
take the  long  rears  <>/  university  work. 

"Here  are  some  of  the  tests  in  appraising  schools 
that  can  be  applied;  but  always,  let  us  remember, 
with  reference  to  the  nature  of  the  school: 

"Are  the  students  of  high  intellectual  ability  being 
identified,  are  they  being  stimulated,  are  they  being 
guided  into  proper  channels? 

"Are  the  boys  and  girls  with  artistic  gifts,  musical 
or  in  the  graphic  arts,  being  given  an  opportunity  to 
develop  these  talents? 

"Are  the  students  who  do  not  fall  into  either  of 
the  preceding  categories  (and  they  are  by  far  the 
greatest  number)  being  provided  with  a  program 
which  keeps  their  interest  high?  Does  the  education 
seem  to  them  and  their  parents  relevant  to  their  am- 
bitions and  their  needs?         (Continued  on  Page  258) 


World  in  a  Foxhole 


By  IHHIOTHY  #  ffO  »##*SO  V 

The  upright  need  neither  Moorish 
Spears  nor  poisoned  darts  to  guard  them. 
• 

For  heathen  heart  that  puts  her  trust 
In  reeking  tube  and  iron  shard- 
All  raliant  dust  that  builds  on  dust, 

And  guarding  calls  not  Thee  to  guard^ 
For  frantic  boast  and  foolish  word, 
Thy  Mercy  on  Thy  People,  Lord! 

THESE  opening  lines  of  Horace's  Integer  Vitae  and  these  clos- 
ing words  of  Kipling's  Recessional  come  to  mind  in  thinking 
of  the  President's  authorization  to  manufacture  the  hydrogen 
bomb,  "having  from  400  to  1000  times  the  power  of  the  per- 
fected A-bomb." 

Previous  to  the  decision,  the  case  for  it  was  frantically  built 
up.  The  urgency  with  which  it  was  spoken  of  made  it  appear  as 
though  the  H-bomb  were  necessary  to  our  very  survival. 

If  it  is,  then  there  is  no  good  manufacturing  it,  because  this 
civilization  will  not  survive  anyhow.  For,  as  one  reviews  history,  it 
will  be  found  that  in  every  recorded  case  of  human  conflict,  includ- 
ing those  where  military  force  has  been  employed,  the  outcome 
has  never  been  ultimately  decided  by  some  superdooper  weapon, 
but  by  morale — by  courage,  by  stamina,  sustained  by  confidence 
in  ideals,  good  conscience,  clean  hands  and  adequate  leadership. 

That  was  true  of  the  last  war.  Its  outcome  was  determined  first 
in  1940,  when,  following  the  collapse  of  France  (the  speed  of  which 
was  due  to  profound  inner  defeatism),  Great  Britain  displayed  an 
inner  unity,  morale  and  courage  against  which  superior  force  bat- 
tled in  vain. 

Our  own  present  situation,  so  dangerous  to  American  security, 
was  not  brought  about  by  an  insufficiency  of  military  force,  but 
by  the  abandonment,  during  the  war,  of  the  principles  for  which 
we  fought  it,  and  by  pusillanimous  yielding  to  popular  clamor  by 
our  political  leaders  at  home,  once  hostilities  ceased. 

When  the  German  and  Japanese  armies  surrendered  in  the 
spring  and  summer  of  1945,  the  United  States  possessed  the  great- 
est army,  air  force  and  navy  ever  created.  Bui  before  even  the 
outlines  of  the  order  that  might  follow  the  war  were  clear,  the  cry 
rose,  "Bring  our  boys  home." 

Not  a  single  political  leader  had  the  courage  to  remind  the  Amer- 
ican people  that  hundreds  of  thousands  of  Americans  would  never  re- 
turn home,  and  that  what  they  had  died  for  might  be  seriously  en- 
dangered by  the  sudden  demobilization  of  our  armed  forces. 

Even  more  importantly,  open  and  secret  agreements  had  been 
made,   which  cut  the  ground  oat  from  under  Americans  moral 


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case — that  she  was  fighting,  for  the  liberation 
of  nations  from  brutal  and  despotic  domina- 
tion. 

In  these  agreements,  some  of  which  were 
not  even  known  to  the  American  people  or 
their  representatives  until  two  years  after 
Germany  surrendered,  and  three  years 
after  they  were  decided  on,  spheres  of  in- 
fluence were  created,  and  whole  peoples 
handed  over  to  one  or  the  other  without 
any  consultation  with  their  govern- 
ments. 

The  dismemberment  of  Germany  was 
specifically  agreed  to  (at  Yalta)  with  no 
further  qualifying  clause  than  that  the 
Allies  might  do  what  they  thought  neces- 
sary to  their  "peace  and  security."  The 
wholesale  deportation  of  populations  had 
also  been  agreed  to  (at  Potsdam)  without 
further  qualification  than  that  it  should  be 
"orderly  and  humane"— these  words  not 
being  defined.  Terri- 
tory had  been  taken 
from  one  Ally  and 
given  to  another  (to 
Russia  from  China) . 
The  American  peo- 
ple had  been  coun- 
seled to  put  their 
whole  trust  in  an 
international  organ- 
ization (the  United 
Nations)  based  on 
the  principle  of 
"unanimity  be- 
tween the  Big 
Three,"  and  sowith- 
out  any  basis  in  en- 
forceable interna- 
tional law. 

The  result  has  been 
a  disintegration  of 
states  and  a  migra- 
tion of  peoples,  un- 
precedented since  the 
Middle  Ages,  creat- 
ing foci  for  social 
explosions  every- 
where ;  a  fantastic 
increase  in  Russian 
power,  without  the 
necessity  of  a  single 
Russian  sacrifice; 
and  a  disillusion- 
ment of  the  western 
mind,  which  cannot 
be  exorcised  by  any 
number  of  A-  or  H- 
bombs. 

For  morale  is  the 
result  of  conscious- 
ness that  one  is  a 
member  and  protec- 
tor of  a  moral  order 
of  affairs.  Where  ac- 
tions cannot  appeal 
to  conscience,  they 
cannot  appeal  to 

courage.  Courage  is  the  result  of  good 
conscience  and  mutual  trust.  It  arises  from 
confidence  that  one  lives  in  a  society  whose 
actions  are  predictable,  because  they  are 
founded  in  universally  acceptable  notions 
of  justice  and  standards  of  behavior  by 
which  one  can  measure  leadership.  Civiliza- 
tion—as contrasted  with  barbarism— is 
nothing  except  the  upholding  of  stand- 
ards. 

Where  there  is  widespread  doubt  that 
such  standards  exist,  societies  frantically 
put  their  trust  in  mechanical  inventions 
and  economic  power. 

But  riches  will  not  guarantee  the  survival 
of  a  nation.  The  richest  states  in  the  world 
have  often  fallen  before  the  onslaught  of 
ragged  barbarians.  States  with  superb  mili- 
tary equipment  have  been  tcx)  paralyzed  to 
use  it. 

Pliny  said  of  the  Romans  (writing  of 
the  period  of  decline),  "The  arts  of 
avarice   were   those   most  cultivated  in 

Home." 

And  from  Brooks  Adams'  magnificent 
book  (published  in  lfWfi),  The  Law  of 
Civilization  and  Decay,  writing  of  Rome: 
"By  the  year  400,  disintegration  was  far 
advanced;  tin-  Empire  was  crumbling  .  .  . 


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Were  you  my  mother,  Sea,  I  could 
not  come 
With  quieter  assurance  to  your 
breast,  , 
Feeling  like  some  old  sailor 
carried  home 
After  long  absence,  home  to  his 
heart's  rest; 
Were  you  my  sister,  Sea,  I  could 
not  find 

A  welcome  easier  to  a  wanderer's 
feet, 

A  benediction  to  an  anxious  mind. 
The  holy  bells  of  heaven  ringing 
sweet. 

Were  you  my  friend,  I  could  not 
love  you  more; 
My  enemy,  I  could  not  love  you 
less; 

All  these  you  are,  and  these  have 
been  before — 
Mother  and  sister,  hate  and 
friendliness; 
I  think  I  love  you  most  when,  like  a 
friend, 

You  give  me  honest  anger  at  the 
end. 


because  the  most  martial  and  energetic 
race  in  the  world  had  been  so  thoroughly 
exterminated  by  men  of  the  economic  type 
of  mind  that  bands  of  adventurers  might 
rove  where  they  would  without  finding  an 
enemy  capable  of  facing  them  save  other 
adventurers."  " 

Am  I  overdrawing  an  analogy  if  I  re- 
mark the  extraordinary  faith  now  being 
placed  by  the  United  States  in  Marshal 
Tito  (certainly  an  adventurer),  and  in 
other  seceding  communist  chieftains  to 
resist  a  movement  we  seem  powerless  ade- 
quately to  resist  ourselves? 

Communism  is  leveling  ancient  socie- 
ties with  honorable  systems  of  laws  into 
brutalitarian  regimes  under  political  ad- 
venturers and  gangsters;  extending  the 
Russian  Empire  by  the  process  of  internal 
disintegration,  political  Putsch  and  guerrilla 
war.  What  reason  is 
there  to  suppose 
that  this  method, 
so  successful  thus 
far,  would  be  aban- 
doned by  the  U.S. 
S.R.  in  favor  of  a 
direct  aggression  in- 
viting reprisals  with 
H-  or  A-bombs? 

Every  bod  y  knows 
that  communism 
undermines  from 
within,  and  is  essen- 
tially an  under- 
ground conspiracy, 
but  this  country, 
while  manufactur- 
ing H-  and  A-bombs 
for  a  possible  con- 
flict with  a  commu- 
nist enemy  (though 
you  cannot  liberate 
nations  or  win  civil 
wars  with  either), 
lacks  the  moral 
courage  to  ban  the 
Communist  Party 
and  remove  its  legal 
base  of  operations. 

But  bombs  are 
relatively  cheap. 
They  do  not  require 
personal  sacrifice. 
They  do  not  "inter- 
rupt a  career."  It  is 
more  popular  for 
leaders  to  encourage 
us  to  put  our  trust 
in  them  than  to  call- 
upon  each  young 
man  in  the  nation, 
to  devote  a  year  of 
his  life  to  the  na- 
tional service.  But 
the  latter  would  be 
a  much  more  severe 
warning,  for  it  would  indicate  morale  to 
our  communist  enemy. 

Freedom  is  possible  only  within  re- 
straints, freely  accepted,  because  they  con- 
form to  public  conscience.  Slavery  is  the 
consequence  of  abuses  of  freedom.  These 
are  eternal  truths.  Say  so,  and  you  are 
called  an  enemy  of  freedom. 

Our  lack  of  restraint  is  visible  every- 
where. In  failure  of  the  authority  of  par- 
ents over  the  behavior  of  their  children. 
In  the  declining  authority  of  religious 
teachings.  In  toleration  and  even  admi- 
ration for  everything  outre.  In  the  lack 
of  standards  governing  human  relations 
in  industry.  In  the  scramble  for  political 
support  for  specific  economic  interests, 
the  while  decrying  "state  intervention." 
In  strikes  directed,  not  against  employers, 
but  against  the  entire  public,  as  acts  of 
sabotage. 

No  great  civilization  ever  fell  from  ex- 
ternal pressures  alone.  Each  has  lived  as 
long  as  its  virile  virtues  have  |X-rsisted,  in- 
stilling determination  into  the  hearts  and 
minds  of  its  people  to  uphold  its  protec- 
tive arm  not  only  or  chiefly  by  super 
weapons,  but  by  their  own  lives  and 
fortunes  in  defeiue  of  sacred  honor. 

THE  END 


. . .  because  Durene*  gives  you  more  of  everything  you  wanl  -not  only  in  nolo 
shirts,  hut  also  in  anklets,  socks,  underwear  and  other  top  quality  merchandise.  It  means 
you  get  more  for  your  money  — more  strength,  comfort,  beauty,  greater  washability.  And 
you  can  count  on  that  because  anything  bearing  the  Durene  name  is  backed  up  by  Durene's 
Quality  Control  Plan,  which  includes  regular,  impartial  laboratory  tests.  So  if  it's  lasting 
satisfaction  you  want,  buy  the  merchandise  made  of  Durene— you'll  always  be  glad  you  did! 

All  Durene  is  mercerized  cotton,  but  not  all  mercerized  cotton  is  Durene ..  .only  certain 
selected  yarns  which  meet  Durene's  specifications  oj  quality  are  trademarked  Durene. 


14 


So  my  now 

floors  with  lustrous  wax! 


Dealers  also  have  the  Johnson's  Wax  Beautiflor 
Electric  Polisher  for  sale  at  $44.50 


Isn't  it  wonderful ! 


The  very  finest  beauty 


treatment  you  can  give  your  floors  isn't  hard  work  at  all . . . 
and  isn't  expensive  either! 

That  rich  mellow  luster  comes  from  a  special  kind  of  wax  called 
Johnson's  Paste  Wax.  And  the  whirling  brush  of  a  Beautiflor  Electric 
Polisher  is  taking  all  the  rub  and  drudgery  out  of  the  job. 

Regular  waxing  with  Johnson's  Paste  Wax  keeps  floors  clean  and 
sparkling  always.  A  dry  mop  whisks  dust  away.  Scuffing  feet  can't  mar 
the  finish.  Dirt  and  water  don't  penetrate  the  hard  protective 
wax  shine.  Floors  never  need  costly  refinishing. 

Three  generations  of  women  have  agreed  that  Johnson's  Paste  Wax 
does  more  for  wood  and  linoleum  floors  than  any  other  wax  you 
can  buy.  No  other  beauty  treatment  costs  so  little  .  .  .  adds  so  much. 
And  you  save  hours  of  work  by  renting  or  owning  a  Johnson's  Wax 
Beautiflor  F.lectrit  Polisher. 


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THE  17th  decennial  U.S.  census 
count  will  betaken  this  year,  start- 
ing on  April  first.  When  the  census 
taker  interviews  us,  we'll  have  to  come 
across  with  the  information.  We'll 
have  to  be  open  and  aboveboard.  But 
we  can  always  console  ourselves  that 
there  is  no  secret  police  keeping  dos- 
siers on  us. 

Ten  years  ago  there  were  131,669,275 
people  in  this  country,  and  the  figures 
are  expected  to  be  higher  this  decade. 
For  one  thing,  the  over-all  picture  of 
family  life  seems  brighter.  The  war 
brought  down  the  average  age  at  which 
people  get  married.  Women  now  marry 
at  22,  as  against  23  before  the  war,  and 
men  at  24,  not  26  or  27.  Couples  are 
making  a  better  go  of  marriage  than 
formerly.  Whereas  the  divorce  rate  was 
4.3  per  1000  of  population  in  1946,  the 
estimate  for  1950  is  2.  And  babies  are 
having  a  big  boom.  In  1949,  3,590,000 
were  born. 

Another  encouraging  item — for  us 
Women — is  that  ttiere  is  not  a  short- 


age of  men  of  marriageable  age  in  litis 
golden  country.  In  fact,  according  to 
statistics,  there  is  one-man-plus  for 
every  woman  up  to  the  age  of  50  (a  fine 
man  that!)  and  93  per  cent  of  tis 
American  women  marry. 

But  whom  do  we  marry?  Up  in  Ver- 
mont a  poll  was  taken  of  a  group  of 
college  girls  as  to  their  ideal  of  a  hus- 
band. The  results  showed  that  a  busi- 
nessman is  the  ideal — to  be  specific,  a 
six-foot  blue-eyed  businessman  with  a 
$5000-a-year  income.  Doctors  came  in  a 
distant  second,  and  lawyers  third. 

And  when,  if  ever,  is  romance  over? 
Recently  the  papers  carried  an  item  about 
a  bride  whose  eight  great-grandchildren 
were  present  at  her  wedding.  The  bride 
was  67  and  her  groom  82.  They  met  on  a 
California-bound  train. 

• 

"There  is  a  great  deal  of  difference 
between  the  eager  man  who  wants  to 
read  a  book,  and  the  tired  man  who 

(Continued  on  Pane  In) 


COLLIER  S 


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(Continued  from  Page  14) 
wants  a  book  to  read,''''  says  Gilbert 
Chesterton. 

For  the  eager  man— or  woman— 
who  "wants  to  read  a  book,"  we  have 
two  warm  recommendations:  The 
Guests  of  don  Lorenzo,  by  Robert 
Pick,  and  A  Summer  in  Italy,  by 
Sean  O'Faolain.  They  are  entirely  dif- 
ferent, one  from  the  other,  and  both 
are  masterpieces  of  their  kind. 

Imagine  yourself  in  a  small  South 
American  republic,  where  the  politi- 
co*— the  men  who  wield  the  power — 
are  inscrutable;  where  the  women  are 
soft  and  feminine  and  charming,  and 
know  precisely  what  they  are  about. 
Into  the  comparative  safety  of  this 
obscure  little  country,  three  Nazis 
have  made  their  way  from  Germany. 
Each  one  is  a  criminal  and  a  hunted 
man,  and  each  has  had  traffic  of  one 
kind  or  another  with  a  certain  well- 
born gentleman  in  the  republic.  This 
is  Don  Lorenzo.  He  knows  the  past  of 
the  three  unwelcome  strangers.  But 
they,  unfortunately,  know  something 
of  his.  On  the  surface  this  is  a  subtle 
story  of  intrigue  which  holds  the 
reader  in  constant  suspense.  In  its 
essence  it  is  the  life  and  death  strug- 
gle of  a  man  who  has  an  acute  sense  of 
values,  and  a  wife  with  an  Anglo- 
Saxon  point  of  view  about  integrity. 

The  Guests  of  Don  Lorenzo  is  a 

beautifully  written  novel,  with  the  exact- 
ness of  word  and  phrase  which  one  finds 
only  in  the  work  of  a  cultivated  author 
writing  in  a  foreign  tongue.  Robert  Pick 
is  an  Austrian,  as  Joseph  Conrad  ivas  a 
Pole.  And  their  novels  bear  comparison 
on  many  counts. 

A  Summer  in  Italy  is  as  relaxed 
as  the  South  American  novel  is  intense. 
Sean  O'Faolain  has  taken  a  long, 
leisurely  trip  from  Turin  to  Genoa  to 
Florence  to  Rome  to  Venice.  But  it 
doesn't  matter  so  much  where  he  has 
gone.  It  is  the  train  of  thought  that  a 
casual  encounter  calls  forth  that  is  de- 
lightful, the  speculations  about  art,  the 
associations  of  the  places  he  visits  with 
history.  This  is  not  a  travelogue.  But  it's 


GIACOMELLI 


Gondola  in  the  basin 
of  St.  .Mark's,  Venice. 

the  first  book  we'd  suggest  to  anyone 
who  is  going  to  Italy.  O'Faolain's  back- 
ground of  learning  is  deep  and  far  reach- 
ing. Though  he  apparently  hasn't  been 
in  Italy  before,  he  can  take  that  coun- 
try in  his  stride  and  place  it  in  his  world. 
Sometimes  his  book  reminds  one  of  Al- 
bert Jay  Nock,  but  the  Irishman's  is 
far  better  natured.  It  is  more  nearly 
comparable  to  Havelock  Ellis'  The 
SOUL  <>i  SPAIN.  Bui  Sean  O'Faolain 
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Time  you  baked  a  \efllOn pie/ 

^j^j  HERE'S  YOUR  RECIPE— THE  WINNER  AMONG  MORE  THAN 

200  TESTED  BY  THE  SUNKIST  KITCHEN! 


How  long  since  you've  hauled  off  and  surprised  the 
folks  with  a  great  big  gorgeous  lemon  pie? 

Now's  the  time  to  do  it.  And  if  you're  new  at  pie- 
making,  now  is  the  time  to  start  — with  this  delicious 
lemon  pie  tested  and  recommended  by  the  Sunkist 


Sunkist 

® 

Lemons 


Kitchen  as  the  finest  of  more  than  200  recipes. 

Fresh  juicy  Sunkist  Lemons  and  Pillsbury  Pie  Crust 
Mix  are  now  on  special  together  at  food  stores  every- 
where. Take  advantage  of  the  event.  Treat  your  family 
to  this  magnificent  lemon  pie  — tonight! 


SUNKIST  LEMON  MERINGUE  PIE 


i 


Bring  to  a  boil  in  saucepan  on 
direct  heat: 

1  cup  water  or  milk 

%  cup  sugar 

Vi  tsp.  salt 

1  tsp.  grated  Sunkist  lemon  peel 

Add:  ,  ... 

5  tbsp  cornstarch,  blended  with 
1 2  cup  cold  water 

Cook  over  low  heat  until  thick- 


ened (about  5  minutes)  stirring 
constantly.  Take  from  heat.  Add 
separately,  mixing  well  each  time. 
2  well-beaten  egg  yolks 
1  tbsp.  butter 
6  tbsp.  Sunkist  lemon  juice 
Pour  into  an  8-inch  baked  p,e 
shell,  made  with  Pillsbury  P.e 
C  rust  Mix.  Top  with  meringue, 
sealing  to  edge  of  crust.  Brown. 


MERINGUE 


For  meringue,  add  gradually: 
4  tbsp  sugar  to 
2  egg  whites,  first  beaten 
until  frothy 

Continue  beating.  Beat  only  until 
egg  holds  its  shape  in  peaks.  10 


jut  . 

make  meringue  tender,  fold  in: 
1  tsp  Sunkist  lemon  juice 

Cover  pie.  Brown  in  moderate 
oven  H25°  F.)  about  15  minutes, 
l  or  deeper  meringue  or  larger  pie, 
use  3  egg  whites,  6  tbsp.  sugar. 


Does  the  stewed  prune  seem  low 
and  commonplace?  Try  simmeri 
prunes  with  little  water  and  wi 
slices  of  fresh  lemon.  The  flavor  i 
proves  like  magic! 

That's  no  applesauce.  In  fa 
lemons  work  the  same  magic  wi 
applesauce.  They  give  it  zip!  Co< 
lemon  right  in  with  the  apple 
squeeze  on  later — either  way. 

(There  are  dozens  of  helpf 
hints  like  these  and  mouth-wateri 
recipes  in  our  Sunkist  Lemon  Reci 
Book — see  below.) 

You  naturally  think  of  lem 
when  you  think  of  tomato  juice.  B 
a  squeeze  of  fresh  lemon  wor 
magic  with  other  juices,  too., 

See  how  it  points  up  the  flav 
of  bland  fruit  juices  such  as  app 
pineapple,  prune  and  pear.  Adds  1  i l 


SUNKIST  FRENCH  DRESSING 

' :  cup  fresh  Sunkist  lemon  juice 
v2  cup  salad  oil  1  tbsp.  sugar 

1  tsp.  salt  I2  tsp.  paprika 

V2  tsp.  celery  salt         Vi  tsp.  mustard 

Mix  together.  Serve  cold.  Stir  w< 
before  putting  on  salad.  You'll  lil 
the  appetizing  tang  that  lemon  giv 
French  dressing.  See  how  it  brini 
out  all  the  succulent  garden  flav 
of  vegetables  and  greens! 

Cooked  spinach,  string  bean 
broccoli,  carrots,  asparagus  som 
times  seem  a  little  weary  as  to  fl 
vor.  A  dash  of  tangy  fresh  lemon 
squeezed  on  right  at  the  table  — 
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The  hummingbird's  nest, as  anyone 
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bank  swallow's  nest — a  scooped-out 
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cooky.  She  makes  a  blueprint  of  her 
nest.  First  she  selects  the  nest  site, 
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feathers  to  measure  the  space.  She 
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space.  Next  she  lilts  her  body  forward 
until  she  rests  on  her  breast,  and  while 
in  this  position,  pumps  her  feet  back 
and  forth  furiously,  and  holds  her  tail 
down.  Thus  she  tests  for  the  space 
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back  number  (July-August,  1949)  of 
that  excellent  little  nature  book, 
Audubon  Magazine.  This  was  an 
article  on  bird  housing  by  Mary  B. 
Kilratvlev. 


Oladys  llurlbul  graduated  from  the 
American  Academy  of  Dramatic  Arts 
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and  round  and  redheaded  and  very 
nearsighted.  Her  face  was  a  full  moon 
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it  tied  back  with  a  big  bow,  a  short, 
fat  curl  hanging  down  each  cheek. 
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a  star. 

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letter  was  unsealed  and  it  said  that  she  was 
one  of  the  most  promising  ingenues  the 
Academy  of  Dramatic  Arts  had  found  in 
many  years. 

Breathlessly  she  raced  to  Mr.  Ames' 
office,  where  she  saw  not  Mr.  Ames  but 
a  highly  charged  young  man  who  said 
it  v»as  his  business  to  see  everyone  for 
Mr.  Ames.  He  read  her  letter  and 
dropped  it  into  the  waslebaskct.  There 
was  definitely  nothing  lor  her,  he 
said  flatly,  in  that  office. 

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young  man.  Later  he  told  an  actress 
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LEAGUE  OF  WOMEN  VOTERS... 


In  Tulsa,  Oklahoma 


"What's  the  II.  S.  to  You?" 

By  MARGARET  RICKEY 

THE  League  of  Women  Voters  has  in  current  circulation  a 
quiz  entitled  "What's  the  U.  S.  to  You?"  A  small  booklet, 
it  is  packed  with  to-the-point  instructions  on  making  your 
citizenship  more  effective.  You  might  try  out  its  questions  on  ' 
your  guests  or  your  club  members.  Every  citizen  should  know 
the  answers  and  act  upon  them. 

This  simple  down-to-earth  campaign  for  better  citizenship 
is  another  step  by  the  National  League  of  Women  Voters  to 
promote  political  responsibility.  Since  only  about  52  per  cent 
of  those  qualified  to  vote  did  so  in  the  last  Presidential  elec- 
tion, the  League  deserves  the  support  of  every  thinking  citi- 
zen. Founded  in  1920,  largely  through  the  efforts  of  Carrie 
Chapman  Catt,  to  help  women  use  their  newly  acquired  voting 
privileges,  it  is  now  attempting  to  reach  all  citizens.  "You  may 
feel  that  questions  which  disturb  you,  such  as  the  prospect  of 
another  war  or  another  depression,  are  problems  about  which 
you  can  do  nothing,"  the  League  says.  But  you  can  do  some- 
thing. Don't  think  you  can  leave  such  vital  decisions  entirely 
to  the  President,  to  Congress  or  to  our  diplomats,  it  warns. 
These  are  the  problems  of  every  citizen.  And  in  our  democratic 
form  of  government,  the  participation  of  everyone  is  essential. 

Where  Do  You  Start? 

Begin  at  home,  the  League  advises.  A  nonpartisan  organi- 
zation, it  urges  you  to  become  a  member  of  the  party  of  your 
choice;  to  start  at  the  bottom,  address  envelopes,  ring  door- 
bells, make  telephone  calls,  or  baby-sit  while  others  do  their 
political  chores.  And  don't  put  off  your  politics  until  you  have 
more  time.  Delay  may  mean  trouble  for  your  community  or 
your  nation.  "There  is  only  one  prescription  for  consistent  good 
government — good  election  laws,  good  party  rules,  and  good 
citizens  who  do  not  wait  for  trouble  but  are  constantly  alert." 

Discussion  groups  of  the  nonpartisan  variety  in  every  com- 
munity are  recommended.  Men's  and  women's  service  clubs, 
labor  and  management  groups,  P.T.A.,  the  American  Associa- 
tion of  University  Women  (its  publication  Assignment  in 
Human  Freedom  is  filled  with  ideas  for  community  programs), 
and  the  public-affairs  committee  of  the  Y.W.C.A.  are  reliable 
sources  of  co-operation.  Education  for  citizenship  doesn't  end 
with  the  grade-school  or  high-school  classes;  it  must  be  car- 
ried to  your  entire  community,  through  newspaper,  radio  and 
word  of  mouth.  Junior  chambers  of  commerce  are  to  be  ap- 
plauded for  their  work  with  new  voters,  who  are  added  each 
year  on  their  twenty-first  birthdays. 

Make  politics  your  business.  Voting,  holding  office,  raising 
your  voice  for  new  and  better  laws  are  just  as  important  to 
your  home  and  your  family  as  the  evening  meal  or  spring 
house  cleaning.  THE  END 


TULSA,  Oklahoma,  is  a  city  of  contrasts.  Barren  Indian  Territory  a  scant  13 
years  ago,  today  its  churches  look  like  cathedrals,  its  schools  big  as  uni- 
versities. Tar-paper  shacks  across  the  railroad  track  gaze  at  towering  new 
skyscrapers  and  shops  as  expensive  looking  as  any  on  upper  Fifth  Avenue. 
Claimed  by  some  of  its  citizens  to  be  the  "cleanest  city  in  the  U.  S.  A.,"  Tulsa's 
health  reccfj^s  nothing  to  boast  about.  Although  a  glance  at  the  police  records 
shows  that  half  of  the  white  arrests  are  for  drunkenness,  the  city  is  bone  dry 
(along  with  the  rest  of  Oklahoma,  which  has  voted  against  repeal  four  times) . 

Because  this  city  of  200,000  is  filled  with  busy,  aggressive,  intelligent 
citizens,  all  eager  to  "do  something"  about  Tulsa's  problems,  it  has  hundreds 
of  clubs,  dozens  of  civic  programs.  Among  the  women's  groups,  none  holds  a 
more  generally  admired  position  than  the  League  of  Women  Voters. 

A  newcomer  tells  of  walking  down  the  main  street  and  overhearing  two 
men  ahead  of  her  arguing  violently. 

"You  can't  do  it,  Joe!"  one  was  saying.  "You'll  never  get  away  with  it! 
You'll  get  the  League  of  Women  Voters  on  our  necks!" 

"The  man  really  sounded  scared  to  death,"  she  laughed.  "I  thought  to  my- 
self, if  the  League  is  that  important  around  here,  I'd  better  join."  Which  she 
promptly  did. 

Just  what  is  the  League  of  Women  Voters?  What  makes  the  Tulsa  chapter 
one  of  the  most  effective  in  the  U.  S.  A.? 

It  is  a  nonpartisan  group  with  great  local  political  influence,  to  which  any 
woman  of  voting  age  may  belong.  It  supports  no  candidate  or  party,  is  pri- 
marily interested  in  political  issues,  and  in  turning  women  into  aware  citizens. 

The  Tulsa  League  is  outstanding  because,  as  one  member  put  it,  "We're 
willing  to  drive  through  sleet  and  ice  to  meetings,  to  wrork  all  night  if  neces- 
sary, and  to  let  a  cake  fall  in  order  to  see  the  mayor  at  the  rigljt  moment." 

With  its  400  membership  and  a  yearly  budget  of  over  $5000,  the  Tulsa 
League  is  run  like  a  business,  with  a  full-time  secretary    (Continued  on  Page  225) 


PHOTO  BY  JOHN  COLLIER 


Two  members  of  the  Tulsa  League  of  Women  Voters 
take  their  business  to  the  heart  of  government — City 
Hall  and  Mayor  Roy  Lundy.  Members  are  "willing  to 
let  a  cake  fall  to  see  the  mayor  at  the  right  moment." 


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Making 


arriage  vVork 


By  CLMFFOH0  R.  ADAMS 

Ph.D.,  Pennsylvania  Stale  Colle#e 
Department  of  Psy  chology 


Husbands  \\  ho  Aren't  Husbands 

"TTIKE  most  counselors,  you  stress  what  a  wife 
should  do  to  make  a  marriage  happy,  hut 

J  J  seldom  suggest  that  a  husband  is  responsible 

for  some  adjustments  too.  For  ten  years  I've  been 
trying  to  co-operate  with  my  husband.  I  cultivate  his 
friends,  share  his  hobbies,  run  his  errands,  and  gear 
my  whole  life  to  his.  But  if  I  so  much  as  mention  a 
movie,  or  church,  or  a  call  on  friends  of  mine,  he 
either  refuses,  or  complains  so  much  that  I  again 
retreat  into  my  shell. 

"He's  well  educated,  intelligent  and  successful 
enough  to  provide  pleasures  as  well  as  necessities. 
But  when  a  money  question  arises,  his  sole  yardstick 
is  "Must  we  spend  it?'  He's  accumulated  a  large  bank 
account — by  denying  the  children  and  me  most  of 
the  color  of  life. 

"The  worst  of  it  is  his  domination  of  the  children. 
My  influence  can't  offset  his  table  pounding. 

"How  can  I  help  him  be  his  best  self,  and  so  make 
us  all  happier?" 

With  differences  of  detail,  this  letter  states  a 
problem  shared  by  thousands  of  wives.  It  is  the  story 
of  egotistic,  tyrannical  males  who  demand  their  privi- 
leges as  head  of  the  household,  but  are  blind  to  all 
but  material  responsibilities.  Providers  they  may  be, 
but  husbands  and  fathers  they  really  are  not. 

Yet  many  such  husbands,  like  Mrs.  J.'s,  are  able, 
educated  men,  highly  successful  in  their  work.  It  is 
not  uncommon  in  my  practice  to  encounter  such  in- 
dividuals among  teachers,  physicians,  lawyers  and 
other  professional  men — but  it  is  always  their  wives 
wTho  seek  counsel.  The  husbands,  deluded  by  pro- 
fessional success,  think  they  know  all  the  answers. 

Such  a  man  has  never  grown  up.  Like  a  child,  he 
expects  to  receive  without  giving.  He  is  sweetness 
and  light  with  his  equals  and  superiors,  but  demand- 
ing and  autocratic  with  subordinates  and  dependents, 
especially  his  family.  Usually  he  chooses  a  wife  he 
can  dominate,  for  divorce  would  undermine  his  good 
opinion  of  himself.  And  she,  in  turn,  inclines  the 
children  toward  submission. 

At  home,  he  inflates  the  ego  which  has  been 
buffeted  during  the  day.  He  is  the  one  who  must  be 
cajoled  and  pampered,  admired  and  praised.  Since  he 
provides  for  the  material  needs  of  the  household,  he 
insists  that  the  family  realize  their  dependency.  He 
regards  a  difference  of  opinion  as  rebellion,  action 
without  his  express  permission  as  insubordination, 
and  any  doubts  of  his  omniscience  as  disloyalty.  When 
the  <  hildren  conform,  the)  take  after  him;  when  the) 
deviate,  they  resemble  their  mother. 

Why  are  some  husbands  like  this?  Basically,  it  is 
because  they  have  never  adjusted  to  reality.  In- 
wardly, they  are  frightened  and  insecure;  job  success 
cannot  still  the  inner  fear  of  inadequacy,  so  they 

demand  the  bolstering  of  family  obeisance.  Often- 

limes  this  goes  back  to  a  childhood  where  punish- 
ment and  rewards  far  outweighed  praise  and  recogni- 
tion. The  man  craves  the  reassurance  denied  him  as  a 
child.  Or  perhaps  his  early  background  gave  him  a 
false  idea  of  what  the  relationship  between  husband 
and  wife,  father  and  children,  should  be. 

Whatever  the  explanation,  the  wife  of  such  a  man 
must  carry  a  heavy  burden.  It  is  idle  to  point  out  that 


her  first  mistake  was  in  marrying  him,  her  second  in 
submitting  to  his  domination  in  the  early  days  of 
their  marriage. 

Here  she  is  married  to  him,  anxious  to  preserve 
the  marriage  for  the  sake  of  all  concerned,  but  yearn- 
ing for  a  happier  family  life.  There  isn't  much  hope  of 
modifying  her  husband  importantlv  at  this  late  date. 
But  perhaps  she — or  you — can  make  the  situation 
more  tolerable. 

•  Accept  his  emotional  distortion  as  the  result  of 
carlv  influences  for  which  neither  you  nor  he  is 
responsible. 

•  Build  him  up,  for  despite  his  seeming  assurance,  he 
needs  more  praise  and  encouragement  than  the  aver- 
age man.  When  he  deserves  it — but  only  then — be 
lavish  with  your  affection. 

o  Don't  spoil  him  by  yielding  to  all  his  wishes. 
Accede  generously  to  reasonable  demands,  but  stead- 
fastly refuse  to  go  further. 

•  Be  realistic  about  your  needs  and  the  children's, 
whether  they  involve  a  trip  to  the  movies  or  the 
purchase  of  a  new  coat.  Describe  the  situation,  and 
invite  his  co-operation;  if  he  refuses,  go  ahead  any- 
way. 

•  You  are  entitled  to  your  opinions.  Express  them 
honestly  and  fearlessly,  despite  his  disagreement — 
but  do  so  to  him  in  private. 


What  are  Your  Grievances  ? 

No  marriage  is  perfect.  Here  is  a  chance  for  you  to 
compare  the  irritants  in  your  marriage  with  those 
reported  by  other  wives.  Answer  each  question  "Yes" 
or  "No." 

1.  Does  your  husband  dislike  your  friends? 

2.  Is  he  nervous,  emotional  or  easily  upset? 

3.  Is  he  bored  by  your  accounts  of  home  hap- 

penings? 
1.  Is  he  untidy  around  the  house? 

5.  Does  he  frequently  criticize  you? 

6.  Is  he  touchy  on  money  mailers? 

7.  Does  he  nag  or  deride  you? 

8.  Is  he  often  impatient  or  inconsiderate? 

9.  Does  he  try  to  change  or  improve  you? 

10.  Arc  his  food  tastes  peculiar  or  annoying? 

11.  Docs  he  complain  about  the  May  you  keep 

house? 

12.  Is  he  always  wrapped  up  in  his  business? 

13.  Docs  he  dislike  your  amusements  and  rec- 

reations? 
It.  Arc  his  feelings  easily  hurt? 
I.>.  Does  he  disapprove  of  your  religious  views? 
If>.  Is  he  "difficult"  about  your  relatives? 
17.  Does  he  seem  to  have  little  lime  for  von? 
111.  Is  he  argumentative  or  hard  to  gel  along 

with? 

19.  Does  he  seem  u nalTcel  ional  e  or  distant? 

2(1.  ire  his  interests  quite  unlike  yours? 

\ote  thai  for  every  "yes"  answer  of  yours,  your  litis- 

hand  probably  has  a  corresponding  grievance.  For 

instance,  if  you  find  him  unliily  about  the  house,  he  may 
think  vim  ton  fussy  n  housekeeper.  The  average  wife  has 
no  more  than  fit  e  "yes"  answers.  Too  many  wrong 
antlOett  ore  a  sure  si f;n  that  you  and  your  htuiband  are 
not  talking  things  over  freely  anil  frankly.  Cultivate  the 
habit  for  it  u  ill  foster  the  understanding  n  ithonl  which 
no  marriage  inn  Ik'  truly  happy. 


•  Don't  be  afraid  he  will  leave  you.  He  may  bluster, 
but  he  is  too  dependent  on  the  security  you  represent 
to  do  more  than  threaten. 

Remember  that  self-respect  is  indispensable  to  your 
peace  of  mind,  and  a  powerful  defense  against  him. 
Following  these  suggestions  will  help  you  maintain  it. 

Talking  Things  Over 

MUCH  unhappiness  in  marriage  is  associated  with 
the  failure  of  husband  and  wife  to  talk  things 
over.  The  habit  of  silence  usually  begins  with  a  lack 
of  shared  interests;  for  when  two  people  are  thrown 
together  in  close  association,  they  will  naturally  talk 
to  each  other  if  they  have  interests  in  common  to 
talk  about. 

So  the  failure  to  talk  things  over  is  usually  a  result 
of  unsuitable  mating,  as  well  as  a  cause  of  increasing 
dissatisfactions  in  marriage.  But  the  situation  should 
never  be  accepted  as  irremediable;  on  the  contrary,  a 
positive  effort  should  be  made  to  overcome  it. 

Without  such  an  effort,  the  situation  will  grow 
worse  rather  than  better.  The  husband  and  wife  who 
fail  to  develop  common  interests  will  develop  separate 
ones.  Each  spouse  withdraws  into  a  life  of  his  own, 
so  that  instead  of  finding  more  things  to  talk  about, 
they  find  fewer,  and  the  separation  widens. 

Not  all  couples  who  were  incompatibly  matched 
stay  that  way.  As  realism  replaces  romance,  they  see 
that  the  only  way  they  can  become  more  compati- 
ble is  to  become  more  alike,  through  sharing  experi- 
ence. They  cultivate  the  habit  of  talking  things  over. 

The  bond  of  shared  experience  is  second  in  strength 
only  to  that  of  sex.  If  you  and  your  husband  lack  this 
bond,  here  are  some  suggestions  other  wives  have 
found  useful: 

•  Don't  assume  that  it's  all  your  husband's  fault; 
you  are  probably  at  least  partly  to  blame.  In  any  case, 
you  are  responsible  for  the  atmosphere  of  your  home; 
you  must  take  the  first  step  in  improving  matters. 

•  Show  your  affection  for  him.  Few  husbands  remain 
taciturn  when  they  are  sure  their  wives  love  them, 
especially  when  little  attentions  are  frequently  offered 
as  reminders  of  love. 

•  Learn  something  about  his  interests.  Are  you  fa- 
miliar with  some  of  the  books  he  likes,  do  you  know 
enough  about  his  business  to  ask  sensible  questions, 
and  can  you  discuss  intelligently  some  of  the  current 
issues  which  intrigue  him? 

•  Try  out  some  of  the  amusements  he  likes.  You 
may  find  you  enjoy  them  too! 

•  Make  an  effort  to  meet  his  friends,  to  like  them — 
and  dont  be  critical. 

•  Try  to  compromise  on  major  differences,  such  as 
religious  beliefs,  and  to  ignore  minor  ones. 

*■  Silence  can  be  companionable  too.  Though  he 
should  be  willing  to  talk  things  over,  don't  insist  on 
it  when  he  is  touchy  and  out  of  sorts.  Feed  him,  let 
him  forget  his  chores,  and  dont  raise  any  problems. 

If  you  carry  out  this  program,  matters  are  bound 
to  improve.  You  will  become  a  more  rewarding  con- 
fidante, anil  you  and  vour  husband  will  reach  a  new 
understanding.  When  that  understanding  exists, 
neither  of  you  can  resist  tin;  impulse  to  talk  it  over 
with  the  other! 

I  lo  You  Agree? 

Why  >l<>  gUMtM  throw  rice  and  old  shoes  at  n 

wedding? 

According  to  ancient  tradition,  the  lust  expresses 
a  wish  that  the  marriage  will  be  blessed  by  children, 
the  second  that  the  couple  will  always  have  good  luck. 


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THE  SIB-DEB  •   EDITED  BY  M  A  I'  It  E E .\  DALY 


HAVrEyou  looked  at  yourself  lately?  Not  a  quick 
glance  in  a  compact  or  a  hurried  once-over  in 
the  bathroom  mirror  as  you  dash  out  for  a  date, 
but  a  long,  critical  and  analytical  stare — as  if  you 
were  looking  at  someone  else?  What  did  you 
find?  Any  of  the  "who,  me's?"  listed  here?  Or  did 
you  forget  to  look  at  those  little  "high-school  habits" 
that  are  so  much  a  part  of  you  that  you  don't  see 
them  any  more? 

For  instance,  starting  at  the  bottom,  are  you  fad- 
mad  for  Teddy-bear  anklets?  Unless  your  legs  are 
able  as  Grable's,  it's  better  to  skip  these  fuzzy  socks, 
the  big  anil  busy  kind  with  turnover  cuffs,  for  school 
wear  and  try  silk  hose  instead.  Heavy  legs  look 
heavier  with  too  much  sock  accent  around  the 
ankle,  while  the  gilk-'n'-slim  look  from  shoe  top  up 
makes  lege  look  good  all  over. 

Now  (or  a  full-face  look  in  the  mirror.  Almost 

ever)  teen-aged  girl  hat  complexion  troubles  at  one 
time  or  another,  to  il  you  have  a  blemish  occasion- 
ally, lr\  to  rurr  il.  not  /;////•  il.  Patches  of  adhesive 
tape  to  Cover  the  Spots,  or  heavy  make-up  and 
powder,  Will  only  spread  the  infection  and  make 
the  blemishe!   more  conspicuous.  Try  soap  and 


water,  correct  diet  and  patience  instead.  Your 
complexion  never  looks  as  bad  as  you  think,  you 
know. 

And  how's  your  hair?  Short  and  sweet  like  most 
high-school  girls'  these  days,  with  bangs  or  a  hall 
curl  on  the  forehead?  Probably  looks  wonderful 
lullface — but  did  you  ever  give  yourself  a  gander 
side-view?  A  smooth  hairdo  must  be  smooth  all 
over.  Give  yourself  a  good  start  on  a  short  haircut 
by  having  the  hair  cut,  thinned  and  shaped  by  a 
competent  hairdresser — then  try  it  on  your  own. 

And  you've  probably  heard  the  old  joke  about  the 
peroxide  blonde — "She's  too  young  to  dye,  but  she 
did  it "?  Well,  since  blond  bangs  and  lucky  streaks 
have  become  high-school  fashion,  no  one  seems  too 
young  to  dye  a  little  at  least.  Hut  think  twice  be- 
fore sou  make  with  the  bleach  bottle.  Peroxide  is 
harsh;  and  if  you  make  a  habit  of  daubing  il  on 
your  hair  or  pouring  il  into  the  rinse  water  every 
time  you  shampoo,  your  hair  will  get  a  dry,  straw- 
like look. 

Pest  method,  il  sou  must  dye  a  lock  or  two,  is 
llu-:  With  a  couple  of  rubber  bands,  hold  back 
firmlv  all  the  hair  vou  dou  t  want  to  bleach.  Then, 


with  a  piece  of  cotton  moistened  with  peroxide, 
ammonia  and  a  little  water,  moisten  the  remaining 
hair  evenly  and  lightly.  But  remember,  it  takes  hair 
more  than  a  month  to  grow  half  an  inch — are  you 
sure  you  want  to  be  a  part-time  blonde  that  long? 

Ever  hear  of  a  girl  with  the  "fingernail"  hobby? 
Occasionally  high-school  characters  make  a  habit  of 
"collecting"  one  or  two  ultralong  pet  fingernails  on 
each  hand.  The  effect  is  about  as  appealing  as  a  vam- 
pire, so  if  you  want  to  be  voted  "the  gal  I'd  like 
most  to  hold  hands  with"  wear  all  your  nails  at  a 
short,  even  length,  with  a  light  shade  of  polish.  And 
if  you  don't  wear  polish,  carry  an  orange  stick  in 
your  school  purse  for  a  little  spruce-up  job  when 
you  wash  your  hands  between  classes. 

Sweaters  are  still  No.  1  favorites  for  high-school 
wear,  and  are  probably  tops  in  your  wardrobe  too. 
But  if  your  waistline  goes  out  this  way  when  it  should 
go  in  that  way,  try  wearing  that  cashmere  sweater 
tucked  in,  with  a  broad,  tailored  belt,  or  out- 
side, with  a  narrow  leather  belt  for  waist  accent. 
Most  sweaters  need  some  small  trim  at  the  neckline, 
so  a  string  of  pearls  or  a  bright  but  small-sized  ker- 
chief adds  the  right  cheer-up  touch. 

Why  not  start  a  book-strap  fad  at  your  school, 
just  like  the  old  Tom  Sawyer  days?  No  need  to  get 
humpy  from  carrying  loads  of  books,  arms  akimbo, 
when  you  can  strap  them  all  together  and  tuck  them 
under  your  arm.  At  any  luggage  store,  ask  for  a 
sturdily  woven  fabric  strap  in  plaid,  or  a  leather 
strap,  buckle  it  around  the  books — then  straighten 
up  and  walk  right! 

Girls  are  traditionally  made  up  of  sugar  and  spice 
and  all  the  other  attractive  ingredients — so  take  a 
good  look  at  the  pretty-props  you  carry  in  your  purse 
to  make  sure  " everything' s  nice."  Your  purse  comb 
should  get  a  scrub  job  every  time  you  shampoo  your 
hair,  and  if  you  can't  keep  compact  puffs  clean,  sub- 
stitute a  bit  of  fresh  cotton  each  day.  Your  props 
should  be  as  fresh  and  clean  as  you  are. 

And  here's  an  unhappy  high-school  habit  that 
smart  girls  will  break,  but  quickly.  In  many  schools, 
along  with  the  dance  bid  and  orchid,  up  pop  the  gals 
on  the  day  of  the  big  dance  with  hair  in  curlers,  all 
tied  up  for  school  in  a  colored  kerchief.  They  may 
look  like  Liz  Taylor  come  evening,  but  the  boys  get  a 
gloomy  preview  in  classes  all  day.  Why  not  skip  the 
at-school  beauty  treatment  and  count  on  the  three 
to  four  hours  between  after  school  and  dance  time 
to  get  your  hair  curled?  Right  after  school,  dampen 
the  hair  lightly  with  cologne,  set  the  curls  and  let  it 
dry  until  the  last  minute.  Then  you  can  fool  the 
boys  into  thinking,  "She  always  looks  that  pretty!" 


S  II  O  It  I 

o\  DOOBS1  i 

CONVBBSATIONT 

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when  ii  boy  iimUm  "May  I  Ut«*  you 
good  night?'1  Sand  for  Sub*Dab 
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J  ii  mi  .v  from  i  It**  Rafapenoa  I  i- 
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PHOTO  BY  MUNKACSI 


-PART  a 


"She  has  to  go  to  bed  one  or  more 
days  every  month.  If  you  can  find  some  way  to  relieve 
her,  it  would  be  a  blessing." 

By  HENRY  B.  SAFFORD,  M.D. 


THIS  is  my  niece.  Doctor,  Miss  Janet 
Doe." 
The  doctor  regarded  attentively  the 
young  woman  whom  Mrs.  Doe  had 
just  presented.  "Ah,  yes,"  he  replied.  "A 
little  younger  than  your  own  daughter.  I 
presume." 

"That's  right.  She  has  been  having  ter- 
rible times  with  her  monthly  periods  ever 
since  they  began.  She  has  to  go  to  bed  one 
or  more  days  every  month." 

"How  many  days  does  she  flow?" 

"Three.  She  really  has  a  terrible  time.  If 
you  can  find  some  way  to  relieve  her  it 
would  be  a  blessing." 

"I  can  relieve  her,  all  right,  provided  I 
can  find  the  cause  of  her  trouble,"  the  doc- 
tor promised. 

"Then  there  could  be  more  than  one  pos- 
sible cause?" 

"Many.  I  note  that  Janet  is  under- 
weight. Am  I  right?" 

"I  weigh  a  hundred  and  sixteen,  Doc- 
tor," the  young  woman  informed  him. 

"  About  ten  pounds  underweight  for  your 
height.  Your  color  is  not  too  good — we 
must  check  your  blood  to  see  if  there  is  any 
anemia.  You  don't  look  as  though  you 
had  seen  much  of  the  sun  this  summer.  Do 
you  play  tennis  or  golf,  or  "swim? " 

"No.  I  don't  care  for  that  sort  of  exercise. 
I  like  to  dance." 

"Well,  there's  nothing  wrong  with  danc- 
ing, as  far  as  it  goes.  Sort  of  an  indoor  sport, 
though,  isn't  it?  Have  you  any  allergies 
that  you  know  of  ?  " 

"No.  I  was  checked  for  that  last  year." 

"Then  we'll  eliminate  that  as  a  cause — 
at  least  temporarily." 

"Would  an  allergy  cause  a  girl  painful 
menstruation,  Doctor?  "  queried  Mrs.  Doe. 

"Yes,  indeed — and  hard  to  track  down 
too.  Are  your  bowels  regular,  young  lady  ?  " 

"No-o,  I  don't  think  they  ever  have 
been." 

"We  must  investigate  that.  Now,  Mrs. 
Doe,  I  am  going  to  have  this  young  woman 
put  on  my  examining  table  and  see  if  I  can 
find  anything  anatomically  wrong.' 

It  was  a  full  quarter  hour  before  he  re- 
turned, and  what  he  had  to  tell  Mrs.  Doe 
was  to  a  degree  reassuring. 

"  I  was  able  to  make  a  very  satisfactory 
examination,"  he  said.  "I  find  the  pelvic 
organs  normal  in  size  and  not  unduly  sensi- 
tive. The  womb  is  the  same;  also  in  good 
position  and  freely  movable.  The  ovaries 
are  not  cystic,  and  there  are  no  masses  in 

Copyright,  1950.  by  Henry  B.  Safford.  M.  D.  This  is 
the  third  of  a  series  of  articles  taken  from  the  hook 
to  be  published  early  in  1951  by  Renbayle  House, 
Publishers.  Inc.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 


the  pelvis — nor  any  suggestion  of  pelvic 
inflammation." 

"Tell  me,  Doctor,  if  the  womb  were  out 
of  place,  would  it  cause  painful  menstrua- 
tion? " 

"It  easily  might." 

"Would  that  mean  an  operation?" 

"Probably  not.  We  would  try  to  treat  it 
by  posture.  We  do  not  like  to  operate  on 
women  so  young,  if  it  can  be  avoided.  I 
think  we  can  put  operative  treatment  out 
of  our  minds  in  this  case,  unless  we  fail  dis- 
mally with  other  measures." 

"But  if  the  womb  is  in  good  position  and 
there  are  no  signs  of  anything  abnormal, 
what  would  there  be  to  operate?" 

"It  has  been  found  that  for  some  un- 
known reason  dilatation  of  the  cervical 
canal  and  scraping  of  the  uterine  interior 
give  relief  in  a  large  percentage  of  cases, 
when  other  treatment  fails.  This  relief  is 
likely  to  last  not  much  over  a  year,  though." 

"  I  shouldn't  thifJk  it  would  be  worth  the 
trouble— and  expense." 

"That  depends  upon  the  severity  of  the 
menstrual  difficulty.  I  think  we  can  forget 
it  as  far  as  this  young  woman  is  concerned. 
In  the  first  place,  the  cervical  canal  shows  no 
sign  of  narrowing;  and  in  the  second  place,  I 
think  we  shall  find  the  cause  of  the  trouble 
elsewhere." 

"Then  you  know  what  is  wrong?" 

"I  think  so.  I'll  be  able  to  tell  you  as 
soon  as  her  basal-metabolism  test  is 
finished." 

"That's  where  they  put  that  funny  thing 
over  your  face,  and  you  breathe  into  a 
rubber  bag,  isn't  it?  I  never  could  under- 
stand what  they  were  trying  to  do." 

"By  its  means  we  are  able  to  determine 
the  ...  let  us  say,  the  burning-up  processes 
of  the  body — the  way  the  body  economy  is 
taking  care  of  the  nourishment  it  receives. 
It  gives  particular  light  upon  the  way  the 
important  thyroid  gland  is  doing  its  work. 
Your  niece  will  be  back  in  a  few  minutes, 
and  before  she  comes  I  want  to  ask  you  if 
there  is  any  psychic  influence  that  may  be 
complicating  her  case." 

"I'm  not  sure  I  understand  what  you 
mean." 

"Has  she  had  an  unhappy  love  affair, 
for  instance?  Are  there  any  family  prob- 
lems that  might  be  troubling  her?  Or  school 
problems?" 

"She's  always  done  well  in  school,  and 
her  family  adores  her.  She's  had  the  usual 
love  affairs  girls  do  have.  Could  that  be  a 
factor?  " 

"  It  could,  but  it  is  doubtful  in  this  case. 
After  all,  she  hasn't  been  having  such 

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ON  ALL  DIRT 


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April,  1950 


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•  See  how  clean  Dreft  washes  dishes!  So  clean  they 
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Fifty  Years  Ago 
In 

The  Journal 


IN  April,  1900,  the  Paris  Exposition 
opened,  the  Florodora  Girls  were 
wowing  New  York  with  Tell  Me, 
Pretty  Maiden,  and  Armour's  in 
Chicago  replaced  steam  with  elec- 
tricity. A  new  mail  record  was  set 
het  ween  Manila  and  San  Francisco : 
23  days. 

Fashion:  "Women's  regulation 
collars  are  three  inches  deep.  Tiny 
turnover  points  are  worn  when  the 
higher  ones  are  beyond  human 
endurance." 

Customs  which  sliotv  good  man- 
ners: "Soup  is  taken  noiselessly 
from  the  side  of  the  spoon.  Mits- 
lach es  h  a  ve  a  specia I dispen sa  I  ion.'' ' 

The  April,  1900,  Journal  featured 
the  first  of  Rndyard  Kipling's  Just 
So  Stories — all  written  especially  for 
the  Journal — with  the  delightful 
Elephant's  Child. 

"One  dimpled,  rose-lipped  girl  I 
know"  writes  a  disparaging  female 
about  The  American  Woman,  "insists 
on  being  a  surgeon.  Another  has  just 
turned  atheist  and  anarchist.  Twenty 
of  these  girls,  delicate,  well  bred, 
formed  a  cavalry  company  when  war 
was  declared  with  Spain,  and  drilled 
daily  in  hopes  that  the  Government 
would  accept  their  services." 

Believes  cooking  expert  Mrs.  Rorer: 
"Two  people  can  live  in  a  large  city 
on  $5  a  week  for  table  expenses, 
while  in  Texas  a  family  of  five  lives 
well  on  $15  a  month." 

"The  habit  of  holding  the  fork  in  the 
left  hand  while  loading  it  with  food 
with  the  knife  is  provincial." 

''At  the  table  all  should  try  to  make 
themselves  agreeable.  Subjects  such  as 
oersonalities,  teasing  and  fault-finding 
are  all  barred." 


Gossip  about  people 
yon  know, 
editors  you  like, 
and  what  goes  on 
in  New  York. 


FROM  our  windows  here  in  the 
workshop  we've  been  watching 
the  tall,  exciting  form  of  the 
United  Nations  Secretariat  building 
climb  higher  and  higher  to  comple- 
tion, and  looking  at  it  with  us  the 
other  day  was  one  of  the  architects  in- 
volved with  its  design.  We  asked  him 
what  had  been  his  biggest  problem. 
Well,  one  of  the  biggest,  he  said,  was 
how  to  keep  people  from  all  parts  of 
the  world  happy,  when  some  like  it 
warm,  and  some  like  it  cool  (with  the 
Ethiopians  at  one  extreme,  and  the 
English  at  the  other),  and  all  5400  win- 
dows kept  locked  except  when  being 
washed.  So  by  an  intricate  system  of 
air  conditioning,  they  made  it  possi- 
ble for  the  climate  of  each  office  to  be 
individually  controlled  by  its  occu- 
pants. Now  here  in  this  symbolic 
building,  men  and  women  of  all  na- 
tionalities can  make  themselves  at 
home,  including  the  Russians,  who,  as 
far  as  indoor  temperature  is  con- 
cerned, are  the  least  particular  of  all. 

At  a  preview  the  other  day  of  Walt 
Disney's  enchanting  new  picture,  Cin- 
derella, due  this  spring,  a  man  from  the 
Disney  office  told  us  a  Cinderella-shoe 
story  almost  as  romantic  as  the  one  in  the 
film.  Seems  a  pretty  girl  in  the  office, 
named  Terri  Lobell,  took  the  idea  of  a 
Cinderella  shoe  to  the  Delman  shoe  people 
here  in  town,  and  there  met  the  son  of  the 
owner  of  the  firm.  Young  Mr.  D.  liked 
the  shoe  idea,  but  he  liked  Terri  even  bet- 
ter. They  made  a  date  for  dinner,  were  en- 
gaged within  a  week,  and  married  two 
weeks  later. 

We've  heard  many  tales  of  Journal 
contributors  encountering  their  fans  in 
unexpected  places,  but  none  to  equal 
the  one  Munro  Leaf  has  just  remem- 
bered to  tell  us,  about  a  night  along  the 
Ruhr  River  during  the  Battle  of  the 


MARGARET  LEAF 


"Watchbird"  watches  the  birdie. 

Bulge,  when  as  a  major  in  Army  Intel- 
ligence, he  was  on  a  secret  front-line 
mission  with  a  small  detail  of  G.I.'s. 
Crouching  under  crossfire,  so  close  to 
the  Germans  they  could  hear  the  en- 


MARTIN  MUNKACSI 


From  these  5400  windows  the  U.  N.  looks  over  Manhattan. 


emy's  voices,  Munro  suddenly  heard 
his  sergeant  ask,  "Excuse  me,  sir,  but 
major,  is  it  true  that  you're  the  man 
who  draws  the  Watchbirds? "  And  when 
Munro  said  he  was — "Then  won't  you 
please  draw  one  for  me  right  now,  sir?" 

Thought  you  might  be  interested  to 
hear  what  has  happened  to  some  of 
the  Undiscovered  American  Beauties 
since  they  were  discovered  by  the 
JOURNALand  had  their picturesonour 
covers.  Mary  Elaine  Shipp  (Septem- 
ber) still  sticks  to  college,  out  in 
Compton,  California,  in  spite  of  re- 
quests for  interviews  from  the  movies, 
model  agencies,  photographers,  who 
tell  her,  "We  can  do  great  things  for 
you,  young  lady,  if  you'll  only  quit 
school."  She  did  take  lime  off  for  two 
television  shows  and  five  radio  broad- 
casts, and  it  still  keeps  her  busy  just 
reading  her  mail — from  practically 
every  state  in  the  country,  from  Mex- 
ico, Ireland,  Algeria,  Pakistan  and 
India.  Her  first  proposal,  from 
Texas.  .  .  .  As  for  Jean  Fritz,  who  calls 
November  "my  cover-month,"  she's 
modeling  now,  here  in  New  York. 
There  were  many  weeks,  she  says,  of 
interviews  on  television  and  radio, 
and  the  mot  ion-picture  people  are 
still  phoning  her  for  appointments, 
"but  I'm  happy  with  what  I'm  doing, 
and  besides,"  she  adds,  "I'm  plan- 
ning to  be  engaged." 

Sixty  per  cent  of  the  women  in  Who's 
Who  are,  or  have  been,  married,  but  of 
the  women  between  40  and  74  years,  41 
per  cent  are  childless.  Nearly  23  per 
cent  are  college  presidents,  deans,  pro- 
fessors and  other  teachers;  another  22 
per  cent  are  authors.  .  .  .  The  American 
butcher's  best-selling  meat  is  bacon. 
Second  best:  ground  meat.  .  .  .  Lassie 
earned  $3000  a  week  for  wagging  his 
tail  and  barking  during  a  recent  Eastern 
personal  appearance  tour.  .  .  .  Because 
of  a  shortage  of  medical  schools  in  this 
country,  only  one  out  of  four  applicants 
has  a  chance  of  being  accepted.  Last 
year  25,000  applicants  applied  for  6000 
available  places. . . .  There  are  now  more 
than  68,000,000  telephones  in  the  world, 
and  the  U.  S.  has  nearly  three  fifths  of 


them.  .  .  .  Oregon  has  the  lowest  ma- 
ternal-mortality rate  in  the  country 
0.4  deaths  per  thousand  live  birth 
last  year.  .  .  . 


ALFRED  CHENEY  JOHNSTON 


Much  plagiarized  Gladys  Taber. 

Having  just  been  brought  face  to  face 
with  our  first  flagrant  case  of  plagiarism 
here  on  the  magazine,  we're  reminded 
not  only  of  the  way  Gladys  Tuber's 
Diary  of  Domesticity  keeps  appearing 
under  other  names  in  little  out-of-the- 
way  Canadian  periodicals,  but  of  how 
a  woman  in  Colorado  posed  as  Gladys 
Taber  herself.  The  woman  died  recently, 
and  a  Denver  reader,  who  had  been 
taken  in  by  the  impostor,  sent  us  the 
obituary  and  wanted  to  know  why  we 
kept  on  publishing  articles  signed  by 
Gladys  Taber.  Seems  the  Colorado 
woman  led  such  a  fantasy  life  that  in 
pretending  to  be  the  real  Mrs.  Taber, 
she  even  called  her  cocker  spaniels 
Honey  and  Jerry  and  Flyer— the  names 
of  three  of  Gladys'  dogs. 

\\  lien  a  story  by  a  writer  then  un- 
known to  the  JOURNAL  arrived  hack 
in  1915,  w  e  knew  we'd  discovered  some- 
thing; and  that  December  we  pub- 
lished Quality,  by  Cid  Ricketta  Sum- 
ner, lint  we  didn't  know  we'd  dis- 
covered a  story  that  under  another 
name  was  to  be  the  second  biggest 
motion-picture  box-office  success  of 
1919.  The  other  name  is  Pinky. 


BOUGff 


ILLUSTRATED     BY     COBY  WHITHORE 


THE  JOURNAL'S  COMPLETE-IN-ONE-ISSUE 
CONDENSED  NOVEL 


1 


0,"  Ella  May  Goodall  said.  "No,  Wallie,  you  mustn't." 
Her  hurrying  footsteps  slowed,  almost  stopped.  The 
dark,  quiet  street  leading  to  her  home  was  deserted 
except  for  an  occasional  sleigh  that  dashed  past  her,  sleigh  bells 
jingling  merrily,  the  horses'  hoofs  crunching  on  the  snowy  road. 
Blushing,  she  continued  to  address  her  invisible  companion. 
"We  mustn't  think  of  that  for  a  long  time.  A  long,  long  time." 

She  walked  on,  holding  her  muff  high  against  her  face  so  that  only 
her  dancing  eyes  showed.  She  felt  like  dancing  herself.  The  sky  was 
slitted  with  stars.  The  familiar  front  yards  that  she  passed  were  blanketed  in 
snow,  untouched  except  for  the  cleared  paths  that  led  to  the  porches. 
She  seemed  to  be  alone  in  a  black-and-white  world  of  dazzling  beauty. 
"Oh,  my  goodness,  I'm  happy,"  she  said;  she  gave  a  skip  of  pure  joy. 
As  she  approached  the  house  next  to  her  own,  her  bearing  changed, 
became  dignified  and  brisk.  Without  turning  her  head  she 
studied  the  house  with  a  strange  intentness,  though  it  was  only  a 
comfortably  large  brick  structure  very  similar  to  her  own  home. 

She  turned  into  her  front  walk  and  climbed  the  porch  steps.  Across 
the  side  yard  she  could  see  the  lighted  bay  window  of  the  dining  room 
next  door.  Once  she  thought  she  detected  a  slight  movement  behind  the 
curtains  and  she  became  absorbed  in  stamping  the  snow  from  her  overshoes, 
her  head  lowered  and  her  blood  tingling. 

A  long-legged  shadow  streaked  across  the  street  from  the  opposite 
direction  and  joined  her.  It  was  one  of  her  younger  sisters. 

Ella  May  gave  a  nervous  jump.  "Sophie  Goodall.  What  are  you 
doing  out  after  dark?" 

"I've  been  playing  over  at  the  Millers'."  Sophie's  smooth  brown 
braids  framed  a  thin  intent  face.  Her  coat  was  unbuttoned;  her  blue  eyes  had 
a  faraway  look. 

Ella  May  pulled  the  coat  together,  scolding  affectionately.  "Do  you  want 
to  catch  your  death  of  cold?  You  know  papa  doesn't  like  you  to  play  over 
at  the  Millers'  so  much." 

"Mrs.  Miller  doesn't  mind.  She  even  lets  me  hold  the  baby." 

"Well,  my  goodness,  isn't  our  family  big  enough  for  you?"  Ella  May 
sounded  cross  and  grown-up  to  herself,  which  was  strange,  when  only  a 
few  minutes  before  she  had  been  skipping.  She  felt  a  pang  of  regret,  remem-f 
bering  the  fascination  that  the  slovenly  overcrowded  Miller  household 
had  held  for  her  when  she  was  Sophie's  age.  Why,  she  and  Rosemary 
Miller  had  been  best  friends  for  years,  and  now  they  were  almost  like  strangers. 

"Wallie  Norris  is  home,"  Sophie  said. 

Ella  May  pushed  open  the  front  door.  In  the  large  square  front  hall, 
known  during  that  era  in  Clifton,  Pennsylvania,  where  there  were  many 
just  like  it,  as  the  reception  room,  they  took  off  their  outer  clothing. 
Voices  came  from  the  sitting  room  beyond.  Ella  May  took  oil'  her  coat 
and  hung  it  in  the  closet  underneath  the  stairway.  Sophie  stood  like  a 
statue,  her  coat  half  on  and  half  off,  lost  in  a  sudden  dream. 

"How  do  you  know  he's  home?"  Ella  May  asked.  Her  voice 
trembled  a  little  from  excitement. 

"Mrs.  Miller  saw  him,"  Sophie  told  her.  "She  happened  to 
be  looking  out  the  window  when  his  father  brought  him  from  the 
station.  She  said  Mrs.  Norris  was  standing  on  the  porch,  but 
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Copyright,  1950,  by  Ann  Kitner.  This  is  u  comlcnsut ion 
of  the  novel  soon  to  1m*  piihlitth*'*!  by  J.  It.  Lippitit-nt  I  Co. 


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(WAS  employed.  The  fact  kept  running  through  my  head  like  a  happy,  melodi- 
ous refrain.  For  a  matter  of  months  I  had  pretended  to  batter  at  the  doors  of 
industry.  Usually  I  had  contributed  my  daily  presence  to  the  corner  group  of 
loungers,  the  drugstore,  the  poolroom,  and  a  desultory  survey  of  signs  outside 
employment  offices. 

I  had  gone  so  far  as  to  apply  for  work  in  places  I  was  sure  there  would  be  no 
opportunity  and  by  this  action  had  consoled  my  pliant  conscience.  But  today  I 
had  started  out  with  a  different  impulse  behind  my  step.  I  had  heard  the  worried 
voice  of  my  mother  in  the  early-morning  hours  talking  things  over  with  father. 

He  had  been  out  of  work  for  some  weeks  now,  but  the  specter  of  unemploy- 
ment and  relief  rolls  had  never  been  a  deep  part  of  my  life.  The  last  time  we  had 
balanced  on  the  edge  of  solvency,  I  had  been  too  young  to  understand  its  humilia- 
tion; and  then,  too,  my  father  had  been  a  younger  man. 

Now  he  was  lost  and  confused.  His  record  of  employment  was  good,  but,  I 
imagine,  no  better  than  a  hundred  others.  His  hair  was  gray  at  the  temples  and  his 
face  worn  thin  by  hours  of  work,  and  parental  concern  had  not  contributed  to  a 
naturally  small  store  of  good  nature.  Father  was  a  stern-minded  man,  but  in  the 
last  months  worry  had  eaten  away  the  walls  of  his  confidence,  and  he  wavered  be- 
fore embarking  on  a  new  venture.  Whatever  it  was  to  be,  evidence  was  becoming 
increasingly  frequent  that  it  must  be  taken  very  shortly.  The  family  savings  were 
reaching  a  precariously  low  level,  and  Erin's  contribution  of  her  telephone  salary 
in  the  form  of  board  could  not  support  the  five  of  us. 

So,  on  this  particular  morning  I  had  forced  myself  into  actually  looking  for  a 
job,  though  I  confessed  this  new-found  determination  to  none  of  the  family.  I  vis- 
ited a  number  of  routine  places  where  I  received  the  stock,  negative  answer. 

Discouraged,  but  still  undaunted,  I  had  turned  down  one  of  the  quieter  streets. 
This  was  to  allow  me  a  breather  before  I  tackled  the  next  stranger,  and  I  tried  to 
prepare  myself  for  suspicion,  criticism,  questions  and  probably  dismissal. 

On  my  side  of  the  street  there  was  an  old  building  with  peeling  red-painted 
bricks.  On  the  face  of  the  three-story  structure  and  on  a  jutting  sign  was  the  name 
of  a  business:  Smith,  Storage  and  Moving. 

In  the  cjoorway  a  man  lounged.  I  stopped  a  short  way  off,  tightened  my  belt  and 
walked  up  to  him  with  an  uncertainty  and  lack  of  confidence  which  I  hoped  was 
hidden  under  an  air  of  bravado. 

"How  about  a  job?  Anything  doing?" 

He  took  his  time  to  answer.  He  had  been  chewing  on  a  toothpick,  which,  in  the 
pause1,  he  threw  away  broken  and  limp.  His  <5ye  traveled  up  and  down  over  my  five 
feet  ten  inches.  I  felt  his  eyes  take  in  the  evidence:  the  patched  shoes,  my 
spraddled  denimed  legs,  a  narrow  waist  and  shoulders  of  which  I  was  inordinately 
proud.  He  was  obviously  speculative.  It  was  only  after  I  had  undergone  a  thorough 
observation  that  he  let  his  eyes  meet  mine. 

"Strong  for  your  age?" 

"Yes,  sir,"  I  stammered,  wondering  if  my  voice  betrayed  my  newborn  hope. 
"Ever  work  before?" 

Here  was  the  hateful  question.  Honesty  had  compelled  previous  confession  and 
it  had  meant  I  was  not  hired.  I  could  not  bear  defeat  again.  (Continued  on  Page  108) 


Hy  c;om>o\  ROBERTS 


II.  LURTMATKIi     HT     PHIJKTT     0  ASTBI 


WERIIME 

B.     Y  J      AN  VALTIN 


"A  LOST  WAR  has  made  us  the 
champion  whiners  of  the  world," 
Martin  told  Marianne.  "Lisa  is  lucky — 
she  is  young." 

Martin,  a  tugboat  captain  working 
for  the  victors  in  a  German  city,  felt 
neither  hope  nor  despair  in  the  life 
the  end  of  the  war  had  brought  him. 
He  tried  not  to  think  of  sunny  life  in 
Texas  where  he  had  "enjoyed"  the 
war  as  a  prisoner — tried  not  to  listen 
to  the  barbed  comment  and  cynicism 
of  his  communist  engineer  and  of 
Marianne,  with  whom  he  shared  a 
meager  room  and  even  more  meager 
affection.  For  Marianne,  his  childhood 
sweetheart,  was  now  half  mad  with 
defeat  and  self-pity  at  the  loss  of  one 
beautiful  leg.  It  was  Lisa,  a  Latvian  girl 
wanted  by  the  communists  for  some 
mysterious  offense,  frustrated  in  her 
attempt  to  stow  away  on  a  transport 
to  America,  who  brought  him  faith  and 
hope  at  last.  He  offered  her  his  bed 
at  Marianne's,  and  left  the  women  to- 
gether. Back  in  his  berth  on  the  boat,  a 
noise  alerted  him.  The  door  flew  open, 
and  the  night  entered,  callous  and  wild. 

Martin  shouted,  "Who's  there?" 

A  quiet  voice  replied,  "Lisa." 

II 

MARTIN  drew  Lisa  into  the  cabin. 
Then  he  shut  the  door.  He  could 
not  see  her.  There  was  an  oil  lamp  in 
the  locker  beneath  his  berth,  but  it 
was  without  oil.  Lisa's  breathing  be- 

Copyright,  1950,  by  Richard  J.  Krebs. 


souls  with  chocolate  and  words.  I 
wanted  to  go  away,  but  she  would  not 
let  me.  She  kept  saying,  Two  whole 
legs,  two  whole  legs.  I  want  to  feel 
your  legs.'  I  was  afraid.  She  threw  the 
candle  at  me.  Then  she  drove  me  out 
of  the  house." 

"She  is  crazy,"  Martin  said. 

"Jealous?" 

"No.  Envious."  • 

Lisa  spoke  in  a  whisper.  "Can  I  stay 
here  with  you?" 

"You  are  here.  Why  do  you  ask?" 

"For  too  long  a  time  I've  tried  to 
answer  my  own  questions,"  Lisa  said. 
"It's  bad  to  be  alone.  And  most  people 
frighten  me.  They  are  glad  when 
someone  is  hurt.  Is  it  strange  to  think 
that  I  have  known  you  a  long  time?" 

"It's  not  strange  at  all." 

Martin  stood  up,  took  off  his  oil- 
skin coat.  In  the  blackness  of  the 
cabin  he  towered  above  the  girl  he 
could  not  see,  and  it  seemed  to  him 
that  she  had  stopped  breathing.  The 
Sirius  thumped  the  quayside.  The 
sound  of  fire  bells,  muted  by  storm 
and  distance,  moved  across  the  harbor. 

'Shift  over  a  little,"  he  said.  To- 
gether they  lay  on  the  bed.  "I  want  to 
let  you  sleep.  That's  all  I  want." 

"I  am  too  happy  to  sleep." 

He  could  not  doubt  the  sincerity  in 
her  voice.  She  was  like  a  child  who, 
after  nights  and  days  of  wandering, 
suddenly  sees  the  door  of  a  friendly 
house.  "Happy?"  he  said.  "Why?" 
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trayed  her  exhaustion.  She  had  been 
running  through  the  storm. 

"I  am  glad  I'm  here,"  she  said.  "I 
was  afraid  of  not  finding  your  ship." 

"Stretch  out  on  the  bed  and  rest." 

"You  must  think  I  am  a  nuisance. 
You  are  good  to  me." 

"I  am  not  good  at  all,"  he  said. 
"Did  you  bring  your  cigarettes?" 

"Yes." 

"That's  good.  Stay  where  you  are." 

He  threw  on  an  oilskin  coat  and 
descended  to  the  main  deck.  A  rain 
was  falling  in  the  night.  In  front  of 
Wetterman's  cabin  he  stopped.  There 
was  no  light.  He  tried  the  door.  It  was 
locked.  He  looked  at  the  keyhole;  no 
key  was  on  the  inside.  The  engineer 
was  not  aboard. 

Martin  returned  to  his  own  cabin, 
closed  the  door  and  locked  it.  "Now 
tell  me  what  happened,"  he  said. 

"She  chased  me  away,"  Lisa  said. 
"She  was  very  strange." 

"Marianne?" 

"Yes.  She  spoke  about  you.  I 
wanted  to  be  friendly.  I  said  I  thought 
you  much  like  an  American.  Sud- 
denly she  was  terribly  angry.  She 
screamed,  'You  don't  know  how  in- 
sulting you  are!' " 

Martin  let  himself  fall  into  the  chair 
between  his  berth  and  the  cabin  bulk- 
head. He  could  hear  the  sounds  of 
Lisa's  breathing  below  the  subdued 
wailing  of  the  wind. 

"She  hates  the  Americans,"  Lisa 
said.  "She  cried  that  Americans  buy 


She  held  him  close  in  the  ruins  of  the  old  home. 
Tried  earth  till  I  thought  my  back  would  break. 
In  spring  we'll  have  a  garden." 


STHATED    BY    BADDON  SUINDBLOM 


By  JOSEPHINE  BENTHAM 

ABBY  MARSDEN  sat  at  her  switchboard  and  stole  a  glance  at 
XT.  the  opening  door.  It  would  be  Bret  Curtis  who  was  coming 
in,  because  everyone  else  had  already  arrived  at  the  office  of  Lamb, 
Curtis  and  Curtis,  Attorneys  at  Law.  The  miracle  was  no  less  a 
miracle  because  it  happened  every  morning  like  the  rising  of 
'the  sun — but  later  than  the  sun,  and  considerably  more  nerve- 
racking.  It  would  seldom  be  on  the  stroke  of  nine,  because,  although 
his  father  and  Mr.  Lamb  made  a  point  of  being  punctual,  Mr. 
Bret  Curtis  was  young  and  breezy  and  casual  in  all  things. 

Occasionally  she  would  see  him  again  at  noon,  but  she  could  not 
count  on  it.  According  to  custom,  she  had  lunch  with  Lois  and 
Thelma,  the  other  girls  in  the  office — and  they  were  always  rushing 
her  off  to  Sanborn's  Sandwich  Shoppe. 

Sometimes,  though,  there  would  be  a  glimpse  of  him  at  the  end 
of  the  day.  He  would  pause  by  the  switchboard  and  smile  at  her,  his 
dark  eyes  lingering  on  her  face.  That  meant  nothing  at  all,  she  had 
told  herself  at  least  fifty  times.  It  was  simply  his  friendly  nature. 

"Still  here,  Miss  Marsden?"  he  would  say. 

"Still  here!"  she  would  echo  brightly,  smiling  at  him  in  return. 


"Well,  don't  be  working  overtime,"  he  would  tell  Abby  then. 
"Oh,  my  goodness,  Mr.  Curtis!"  she  would  reply.  "You  don't 
have  to  worry  about  that!" 

She  would  try  her  best  to  put  character  into  the  speech,  and  a 
hint  of  culture,  and  a  gay  and  careless  charm.  But  to  her  own  ears 
she  would  merely  sound  a  trifle  hysterical. 

That  would  be  the  day,  then.  The  rest  was  an  endless  longing  for 
the  morrow.  She  would  go  home  to  the  apartment  in  West  76th 
Street  and  have  dinner  with  her  mother  and  her  young  brother. 
Afterward  she  would  read  a  novel  from  the  circulating  library,  or  go 
to  a  movie  with  George  Fletcher,  who  was  about  as  exciting  as  cold 
mashed  potatoes.  Long  before  midnight  she  would  be  in  bed,  but 
she  could  never  go  to  sleep  at  once.  She  had  to  torment  herself  im- 
agining Bret  Curtis — presumably  at  this  precise  moment — leaning 
forward  to  light  a  cigarette  for  an  expensively  perfumed  blonde  in  a 
strapless  evening  dress.  "Shall  we  go  out  on  the  terrace?"  the 
blonde — this  vain,  empty,  worthless,  extravagant  blonde — would 
say.  Then  she  would  give  him  a  look,  long  and  slow,  and  precede 
him  out  of  the  room.  .  .  .  Here  Abby,  her  cheeks  flushed,  would 
turn  on  her  pillow.  .  .  .  And  now,  finally  having  calmed  herself,  she 
could  dwell  on  the  ship  scene,  long  since  as  established  and  per- 
fect in  every  detail  as  any  Rembrandt.  In  this  scene  she  and  Bret 
were  on  their  way  to  Bermuda.  They  were  standing  by  the  rail, 
over  their  heads  a  sky  powdered  with  stars.  He  was  murmuring 
her  name,  his  voice  a  bit  shaken.  .  .  .  Again  Abby  would  turn 
on  her  pillow,  this  time  smiling  bashfully.  She  could  never  get 
past  that  moment  by  the  rail.  .  .  .  But  in  any  event  there  was  the 
actuality,  radiant  enough  in  itself,  that  awaited  her  at  ten  minutes 
past  nine — or  twenty  minutes  past  nine — on  the  following  day. 
And  so,  at  last,  she  would  drift  into  dreams  .... 
"Good  morning,  Miss  Marsden." 

Here  was  the  moment  again.  Today,  moreover,  it  could  be  pro- 
longed. Trying  to  make  the  gesture  as  casual  as  possible,  she  handed 
Bret  Curtis  something  that  looked  like  a  wedding  announcement. 

"Your  father  told  me  to  give  (Continued  on  Page  210) 


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London  during  blitz — a  bomb  blew  up  the  palace  swimming  pool. 


THE  WAR  YEARS  —"WE  KNEW  IN  OUR  HEARTS  WE  WOULD 
COME  THROUGH,  HOWEVER  HARD  AND  BITTER  THE  WAY." 

By  MARION  CRAWFORD 

Former  Royal  Governess 


Marion  Crawford  became  governess,  friend  and  adviser  to  Princess 
Elizabeth  when  she  was  nearly  six  and  her  sister,  Margaret  Rose,  not 
yet  two.  By  the  time  the  war  came,  the  King  and  Queen  held  Craufie 
in  such  esteem  that  she  was  put  in  full  charge  of  the  girls  ivhen  they 
were  evacuated  to  Windsor  Castle  for  five  ivartime  years. 

IV 

7/  E  never  seemed  to  get  really  settled  again  after  the  Canada- 
America  visit  in  the  spring  of  1939.  An  air  of  restless  anticipa- 
tion hung  around  the  palace.  Probably  we  had  more  idea  than  most 
people  outside  how  grim  things  were.  I  still  remember  the  cold  shiver 
that  went  down*  my  spine  when  I  heard 
Czechoslovakia  had  been  overrun.  Mr. 
Chamberlain  came  more  and  more  often, 
looking  harassed  and  bothered,  and  aging 
under  our  eyes.  He  would  wait,  gnawing 
his  nails,  for  audience. 

What,  people  still  asked,  was  Hitler  go- 
ing to  do?  Looking  back  on  it,  it  now  seems 
so  obvious  that  I  wonder  anyone  asked,  but 
we  still  hoped  that  some  eleventh-hour 
change  would  take  place.  It  did,  but  it 
wasn't  the  kind  we  wanted.  Germany  made 
a  pact  with  Russia.  From  that  moment  I 
think  we  all  knew  there  was  darkness  ahead. 

It  was  August.  London  was  stifling.  Peo- 
ple were  streaming  out  of  town  as  usual  for 
their  holidays.  The  royal  family  usually 
went  away  at  this  time  to  Balmoral,  but 
their  departure  was  delayed,  and  the  chil- 


dibet  loved  Beethoven,  Chopin  and  suing.  Crawfie  thought 
Margaret  a  genius  "far  too  individual,  far  too  quick-ivitted'1 
I  comfort,  with  talents  that  could  have  made  her  famed. 


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dren  were  horrified  at  the  idea  they  might  not  get  up  there  at  all. 
"Who  is  this  Hitler,  spoiling  everything?"  Margaret  demanded. 

I  remember  trying  to  give  the  Princess  a  painstaking  and  unbiased 
character  sketch,  but  it  wasn't  very  easy.  We  attempted  to  keep  the 
gathering  storm  clouds  from  the  children. 

It  was  the  one  time  of  the  year  when  the  King  and  Quetsmr  got  right 
away  from  court  etiquette  and  had  complete  freedom,  and  they  as  * 
much  as  the  children  always  looked  forward  to  this  annual  trip  north. 
Besides  which,  for  the  Queen,  it  was  a  return  to  her  own  part  of  the 
world.  I  remember  everyone  was  a  little  grim,  not  knowing  whether 
they  would  be  able  to  go  or  not.  Looking 
back,  I  can  see  it  was  the  end  of  an  epoch, 
not  only  for  the  King  and  Queen.  They~had 
had  their  anxieties  for  months,  and  it  had 
told  on  both  of  them.  Especially,  I  thought, 
on  the  Queen.  Until  now  she  had  appeared 
to  me  so  sweet,  so  gay  and  young,  and  al- 
ways able  to  deal  with  tiresome  decisions 
and  awkward  problems.  Now  there  were 
too  many  unpleasant  facts  to  be  faced,  too 
many  decisions  that  must  be  made  imme- 
diately, too  many  nightmare  possibilities. 

It  was  decided  I  had  better  go  for  my 
holiday  as  usual,  and  I  left  on  August 
fourth,  leaving  the  little  girls  in  London. 
Our  good-bys  were  sad  and  strained.  We 
were  all  wondering  unhappily  what  would 
have  happened  by  the  time  we  were  to- 
gether again.  The  little  girls  did  not  know 


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"More  history  for  children  to  learn"  added  to  Lilibet's 
hatred  of  ivar.  Girls  often  listened  to  Lord  Haw  Haw,  usu- 
ally laughed  but  sometimes  threiv  books  at  the  radio. 


Windsor  Castle  was  a  fortress,  not  a  home  .  .  .  we  seemed  to  live  in  a  sort  of  underworld."  A  beetle-ridden  dungeon  served  as  an  air-raid  shelter. 


H.   H.  BRUNDYDGK 


WHEN  THE  BOMBING  GOT  REALLY  BAD  WE  SLEPT 
DOWNSTAIRS  IN  THE  DUNGEONS. 


Guards  dug  slit  trenches,  patrolled  Windsor 
grounds,  and  flirted  with  little  Princesses. 


if  they  would  get  up  north  at  all, 
and  they  watched  my  departure  w  ith 
envy. 

"Lucky  Crawfie.  Going  to  Scot- 
land." 

In  the  end  it  was  decided  they 
would  go  as  usual,  on  August  sev- 
enth. I  had  a  triumphant  letter  from 
Margaret.  "Well.  We're  here!"  she 
wrote. 

They  went  up  on  the  private  train 
from  King's  Cross  Station  to  Ballater. 
The  train  consists  of  luggage  wag- 
ons, wagons  to  take  the  royal  cars,  and  three  sleeping  and  eating 
coaches  for  the  children  and  their  parents.  Alah  always  went  with 
them  and  had  entire  charge  of  the  children  while  I  had  my  holiday. 
Up  to  two  years  ago,  the  train  was  the  original  one  built  for  Queen 
Victoria,  and  was  not  particularly  up-to-date.  The  King  has  since  had 
the  dining  car  rearranged  so  that  there  is  now  a  table  in  the  center 
where  everyone  can  sit  around.  Before,  it  was  just  arranged  like  any 
other  restaurant  car  on  a  train. 

The  Queen  has  a  bedroom  and  a  small  sitting  room;  the  King  has 
a  bedroom  and  shares  the  Queen's  sitting  room.  The  children  shared 
a  sleeping  car  with  Alah  and  Hobo,  the  nursemaid,  who  had  a  small 
compartment  curtained  off.  This  business  of  going  to  bed  in  the  Irain 
was  always  a  very  exciting  one. 

The  journey  took  in  all  about  fourteen  hours,  as  the  Royal  Train 

did  nol  allow  speed  to  interfere  wild  comfort.  At  liallater  the  party  is 
met  D)  eats  ami  does  the  remaining  nine-odd  miles  by  road. 

The  children  -  ponies  were  sent  on  ahead  by  ordinal  s  horse  hox. 

'I  heir  endless  dog-,  including  the  Queen's  bad-tempered  Dookie,  went 

with  them. 


Little  they  dreamed  how  long  it  would  be  before  they  saw  London. 
War  was  declared  on  September  third.  I  was  still  on  my  holiday 
when  I  got  a  letter  from  Lilibet: 

BlRKHALL, 

11th  Sept.,  1939. 

Dear  Crawfie:  I  hope  you  are  very  well  and  having  a  good  holiday  with 
nice  weather. 

What  dreadf  ul  things  have  heen  happening  latelv.  More  historv  for  children 
to  learn  in  100  years! 

Really  the  Germans  are  brutes  the  way  they  go  on,  torpedoing  our  ships 
and  sending  messages  to  the  German  people  that  they  have  taken  Warsaw. 

We  climbed  Lochnagar  on  Sat.  and  had  a  lovely  view.  We  started  at  9:30 
from  here,  got  to  Loch  Muick  at  10:00.  It  took  us  nearly  3  hours  to  get  up,  we 
were  going  slowly,  of  course.  We  had  a  clear  day  and  very  warm  and  sunny. 
Today  and  yesterday  it  is  pouring,  so  we  were  very  lucky.  (Dreadful  grammar, 
I  am  afraid!) 

Yesterday  it  rained  and  also  today,  so  we  were  very  lucky  in  getting  such  a 
good  day.  (That  hetter?) 

I  can't  write  straight  today.  Hoping  y  ou  will  write  to  me  soon  and  tell  me 
what  you  have  heen  doing. 

I  got  a  letter  from  Monty  last  week  and  I  hear  she  lias  had  acute  appendi- 
citis. How  unfortunate  in  the  holidays. 

Have  you  got  any  evacuees  in  your  house?  We  have  got  hundreds  all  round 
from  Glasgow. 

Some  of  them  have  gone  home  already. 

Hoping  your  father  and  mother  are  well. 

With  love  from 

1 ,11. 1  MKT 

I  got  a  telegram  message  shortly  after,  asking  if  I  could  come  as 
soon  as  possible  to  Birkhall.  I  collected  my  things  and  caughl  my  train 
for  Birkhall,  wondering  what  was  going  tO  happen. 

I I  was  a  gloomy  journey.  All  about  Aberdeen  Slat  ion  anxious  knots 
of  people  Stood  talking.  The  blackoul  had  (Continued  oh  Page  ixi) 


World  copyright,  1950,  The  Curtli  Publishing  <  ■<>■  No  portion 
<>f  thli  limy  !>•■  reprinted  irltnoul  ipaHal  irritton  normlMlon* 


THE  LITTLE  PRINCESSES 


War  horrors  were  painful  to  gentle,  kindhearted 
Lilibet.  Sinking  of  the  first  battleship  particularly 
appalled  her.  .  .  .  "All  those  nice  sailors,"  she  cried. 


3t'  ■ 


Queen  Mary  kept  everybody  busy  from  morning  to  night 
with  knitting,  bandage  rolling,  insisted  on  chopping  down 
trees,  and  shut  off  the  furnace  to  save  fuel.  She  was  74. 


"I  don't  think  people  should  talk  about  battles  and  things  in  front  of 
Margaret,"  Lilibet  said  during  war.  "We  don't  want  to  upset  her." 
Girls  were  great  friends,  but  Margaret's  jokes,  tardiness  irked  Lilibet. 


Family  on  first  leg  of  Dartmouth  trip — where  Lilibet  first  met  Philip. 
He  showed  off  by  leaping  over  tennis  net,  eating  three  plates  of 
shrimp  as  she  admired.  King  and  Queen  were  somewhat  disapproving. 


MARCUS  ADAMS 


Margaret,  Sonia  Graham  Hodgson  and  Crawfie  get  snapped 
byj  Lilibet  during  prewar  outing.  Cockney  evacuees  were 
always  invited  to  wartime  picnics  at  Windsor  Castle. 


COMBINE 


They  practiced  fire  fighting,  but  bedlam  ensued  when 
bombers  attacked.  Margaret  delayed  everyone  he- 
cause  knickers  set  out  didn't  match  her  dress. 


You  Can  Build  Your  Own! 


Excitingly  lighted  day  and  night  by  its  louvered  ceiling  that  Dave  put  in  himself,  the  playroom  is  the  real  all-purpose 
center  of  the  house.  \  irginia  sanded  and  waxed  all  the  woodwork  in  sight,  here  and  in  the  living  room  bevond. 


Spacious  windows  in  the  living  room,  with  all  the  glass 
installed  by  a  glazier,  highlight  the  beauties  of  color 


The  long,  low  ranch-house  lines  of  the  exterior,  with  its  traditionally  simple  both  fixed  sash  and  casement  windows,  under  the  wide  sweeping  roof,  make 
post-and-panel  walls,  all  painted  and  stained  by  Virginia  herself,  and  set  with       it  a  house  as  easy  to  look  at  as  it  was  simple  to  build,  and  pleasant  to  live  in. 


dome 


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the  Price 


d  texture  in  the  natural  wood  construction,  on  v.'hich  both  Dave 
d  Virginia  actually  worked  right  along  with  the  carpenters. 


aousands.  hundreds  of  thousands,  of 

;wly  married  young  men  and  women  want 

>  build  a  better  house  than  they  can 

Ford  to  pay  for.  The  JOURNAL  has  designed 

ist  such  a  house  for  y  ou — a  house 

lat  most  of  you  CAN*  afford  to  build. 

be  JOURNAL  has  always  made  better  houses 

:  lower  costs  an  editorial  ideal. 

ow,  with  this  home,  the  first  of  a  series, 

e  present  a  JOURNAL  house-building 

rogram  by  which  countless  Americans  can 

lake  this  ideal  come  true  for  themselves, 

ad  revolutionize  owner-building  of  better 

omes  in  this  country. 

y  RICHARD  PRATT 

rchitectural  Editor  of  the  Journal 


Looking  back  from  the  living  room,  past  Dave's  cabinet  of  shelves  that  screens  the  entrance  door,  you 
see  the  pass-through  counter  between  kitchen  and  plavroom  and  Dave's  herringbone-paneled  walls. 


THE  house  pictured  on  these  pages  is  an  extra-sized,  three-bedroom  home  whose  livabil ity, 
beauty  and  lasting  value  give  it  a  $16,000  price.  It  is  not  a  ""minimum  house":  it  is  a 
"maximum  house"'  designed  to  be  built  for  minimum  money.  Average  iamilies.  with  average 
abilities,  can  build  it.  cutting  the  S  16.000  in  half,  including  necessary  assistance. 

The  Journal  could  do,  of  course,  what  people  cannot  possibly  do  for  themselves  alone. 
It  could  engage  the  country's  most  capable  architects  to  work  directly  with  its  editors. 
It  could  emplov  engineers,  house-construction  specialists  and  experts  in  every  phase  of 
the  home-building  field.  And  then  find  families  to  build  these  houses,  as  actual  tests. 

The  program  has  been  in  progress,  behind  the  scenes,  for  almost  two  years.  Now.  making 
its  first  appearance  in  print,  we  show  you  the  first  finished  house  which  people  like  you  have 
just  put  up  for  themselves,  from  the  first  of  our  special  Journal  designs.  From  this  program, 
as  pictured  and  explained  in  the  Journal,  you  will  see  how  you  can  help  build  this  better  kind 
of  house  for  yourself,  and  at  a  cost  you  can  afford.  \\e  have  given  a  new  and  bigger  mean- 
ing of  our  own  to  the  term  "Sweat  Equity.'"  which  hankers  use  to  describe  the  money  value 
of  an  owner's  work  on  his  house.  And  we  have  kept  in  mind  your  abilities,  your  time, 
your  money.  Any  doubts  you  may  have  about  all  this  would  disappear  if  you  had  seen  Dave 
and  Virginia,  completely  inexperienced,  take  this  house  confidently  in  hand  lrom  the  start 
and  plav  a  competent  and  money-saving  part  in  putting  it  together. 

They  started  it  on  the  Fourth  of  July,  moved  in  the  first  of  October,  and  finished  it  the 
week  before  Christmas.  Following  our  fully  prepared  step-by-step  pattern  method  of  con- 


struction,  they  bought  their  materials,  hired  their  workmen,  managed  the  job, 
and — for  those  twenty-five  weeks — spent  most  of  their  spare  time  in  dunga- 
rees as  part  of  the  hard-working  crew.  They  began  as  rank  amateurs,  ended 
as  experts.  They  ended  with  a  home  that  means  immeasurably  more  to  them 
than  one  they  could  buy  ready-built — at  two  thirds  the  price  of  anything 
comparable.  If  they  had  not  been  desperate  for  a  place  to  live,  and  had  taken 
a  year  to  build  their  house,  doing  much  more  of  the  work  themselves,  they 
would  have  saved  even  more. 

What  their  experience  proved  to  us,  as  we  watched  them  at  work,  and 
kept  constant  track  of  their  costs,  was  that  here  is  a  house  which  at  its  basic 
size,  and  allowing  for  outside  help  on  plumbing  and  installing  utilities,  can 
be  built  for  as  little  as  $8000 — a  house  whose  ready-built  selling  price  in  the 
same  locality  would  be  at  least  $16,000.  An  expert  mechanic,  with  only  oc- 
casional help,  could  build  it  for  little  more  than  the  cost  of  the  materials  and 
equipment,  whose  local  prices  can  quickly  be  determined.  Its  cost  to  you 
will  depend,  as  it  did  to  Dave  and  Virginia,  on  how  much  of  your  time  and 
effort  you  can  give  to  its  construction,  and  how  closely  you  stick  to  our  basic 
floor  plan,  and  to  our  outstandingly  simple  design. 


Under  the  watchful  eyes  of  the  architectural  ed- 
itor (left)  and  the  architect,  Edward  D.  Stone, 
each  step  of  the  owner-building  of  the  house  was 
studied  for  ways  to  simplify  the  construction 
methods,  so  that  the  Journal  could  pass  on  to 
you  the  best  possible  methods  for  amateurs  to  use. 


While  this  simplicity  of  design  is  of  utmost  importance,  it  is  only  one  pari 
of  this  whole  program  for  easy  building.  Since  house-construction  costs  are" 
governed  by  the  cost  of  material,  and  the  time  it  takes  to  place  each  piece  in  it-; 
proper  location,  every  important  step  of  construction  has  been  laid  out — pre- 
engineered,  to  make  it  possible  for  the  unskilled  person  to  do  the  job  in  the 
shortest  amount  of  time,  with  the  least  waste  of  materials.  Each  important  step 
of  construction  is  shown  by  simplified  drawings  that  take  all  the  mystery  out  of 
building.  Then,  in  addition  to  step-by-step  assembly  illustrations,  which  any 
unskilled  person  can  readily  understand,  this  pattern  method  of  building 
goes  on  to  give  a  descriptive  list  of  all  materials  and  equipment,  showing  just 
the  quantities  required,  the  sizes,  the  kinds  and  the  quality.  Shopping  for 
materials  needed  during  construction  is  outlined  in  such  a  simple  manner  that 
the  economical  purchasing  of  top-grade  building  products  becomes  no  more  of 
a  problem  than  buying  your  everyday  household  needs.  The  things  you  buy  for 
building  may  be  bigger  and  bulkier,  but  you  soon  discover  that  cement  blocks 
and  lumber  and  wallboard  and  nails  are  merely  commodities  whose  Tightness 
of  cost  and  quality  can  be  as  readily  determined  as  that  of  food  and  clothes. 

By  keeping  a  watchful  eye  on  the  Dave-and-Virginia  operation,  we  were 
able  to  determine  with  certainty  in  just  what  ways  still  greater  saving  could 
be  made  in  other  situations.  Most  important  are  the  time  and  effort  owners 
can  give.  Dave  and  Virginia's  spare  time  was  probably  less  than  typical.  To 
give  you  an  idea,  for  the  first  three  months,  until  they  could  begin  camping 
out  in  their  unfinished  house,  they  lived  ten  miles  away  from  their  new  home 
site.  There  were  a  boy  of  four  and  a  baby;  but  luckily,  too,  a  visiting  aunt, 
leaving  Virginia  free  to  give  at  least  half  of  her  time  to  the  building  job.  His 
New  York  City  office  an  hour  away,  Dave  did  well  to  give  the  new  house  his 
week  ends,  his  two  vacation  weeks  and  some  of  his  evenings. 

Most  owner-builders,  like  Dave  and  Virginia,  will  not  think  of  doing  all 
the  work  themselves,  but  will  employ  an  experienced  workman  when 
needed.  A  competent  mason,  at  the  start,  whom  you  can  help  with  the  foot- 
ings, foundation  and  chimney.  Then  a  capable  and  reliable  carpenter  (with 
perhaps  an  occasional  assistant),  whom  you  can  help  with  the  framing.  A 
roofer  will  apply  the  weathertight  surfacing,  a  glazier  will  install  the  glass. 
The  house  is  then  completely  closed  in. 

This  brings  you  to  a  very  interesting  part  of  the  proceedings,  because  from 
here  on,  to  a  large  extent,  you  can  dispense  w  ith  day  labor.  You  have  a  weather- 
tight  shell  on  which  you  can  work  to  your  heart's  content.  You  could  even 
camp  out  in  it  while  you  work  in  it,  if  zoning  laws  permit.  But  it  is  still  far 
from  finished,  and  it  would  be  better  to  wait  at  least  until  the  plumber, 
heating  contractor  and  electrician  have  put  the  house  in  working  order. 


Dave  waterproofs  tin-  shallow  concrete-block  foundation 

he  helped  to  build,  which  becomes  the  warm-air  chamber 
that  radiant-heats  the  door.  Working  week  ends,  vacation 
and  evenings  whenever  possible,  his  lime  was  scheduled 
into  a  steady  succession  of  jobs  planned  to  make  every 
moment  of  his  spare  time  |,a\  b.u  k  in  the  <  o-l  ol  In-  house. 


Virginia  watches  workman's  technique  in  laying  bricks 
herringbone  fashion  Cor  the  entrance  steps,  later  finish- 
ing the  step1-  and  terrace  herself.  In  addition  to  other 
actual  work  on  the  house,  with  her  baby  nearby  in  bis 
Can  iage  01  in  the  back  seal  of  the  car.  she  ilid  the  shop, 
ping  for  materials  and  equipment,  according  to  plan. 


With  the  framing  all  up  and  the  rool  on  for  prolec 
Dave  nails  down  the  single-thickness  longiie-and-gr 
plank  flooring  of  the  living  room,  which  he  later  sa 

ami  waxed.  I  le  had  his  materials  delivered  only  aa  nfl 

for  clean,  straight  lumber  can  be  stained  and  warpe 
weather,  and  loo  much  at  a  lime  can  gel  in  the 


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There  is,  of  course,  nothing  new  about  o\\  ner-building;  il  is  as  old  as  human 
shelter  itself.  The  newness  here  is  in  the  way  this  house  has  been  designed  for 
economical  and  simplified  construction,  and  the  particular  teamwork  way  the 
whole  procedure  has  been  planned  to  make  it  a  family  enterprise — all  here 
for  the  first  time  pictured  and  explained  in  the  light  of  an  actual  experience. 

A  booklet  on  the  Journal  Housebuilding  Program,  No.  2639,  covers  ex- 
plicitly in  detail  everything  you  need  to  know  about  building  your  own 
house:  how  to  finance  it;  how  to  select  the  site;  how  to  analyze  your  own 
abilities;  how  to  purchase  the  tools,  materials  and  equipment;  and  how  to 
figure  your  costs.  It  can  be  secured  for  .$1.00  from  the  Reference  Library, 
Ladies'  Home  Journal,  Philadelphia  5,  Pennsylvania. 

To  build  this  first  Journal  house,  a  separate  Build  It  Yourself  House 
Pattern,  No.  501,  contains  a  complete  purchase  list  of  materials,  specifying 
what  tobuyandwhereto  use  each  piece;  step-by-step  directions,  written  in  non- 
technical language  everyone  can  understand;  assembly  illustrations  picturing 
every  important  step  of  construction,  and  full-size  templates  from  which 
to  mark  out  all  angle  cuts  on  rafters,  etc.  It  can  be  secured  for  $5.00  from 
the  Easi-Bild  Pattern  Company,  462  Bedford  Road,  Pleasantville,  New  York. 


This  is  the  basic  plan.  Yon  come  into  an  entry 
connecting  living,  dining,  kitchen  and  play. 
The  all-purpose  playroom  is  the  center  of 
all  the  family's  informal  activities,  opening  olf 
the  children's  bedrooms,  the  parents'  bedroom 
and  the  halh.  Kitchen,  heating  ami  hath  are  ranged 
alongside  the  main  body  of  the  house,  to 
concentrate  all  mechanical  equipment,  increasing 
convenience,  simplifying  construction.  \\  hen 
the  children  grow  older,  storage-  walls  will  either 
be  outside  their  doors,  as  indicated,  or  take  the 
place  of  the  present  partition.  Due  to  the 
expansible  plan,  Dave  and  Virginia  found  it  simple 
to  add  a  study  on  the  living-room  end,  combine  both 
entrances  to  accommodate  their  kitchen  freezer. 


Dave  puts  the  slats  in  place  for  the  louvered  ceiling 
r  the  skylight.  "This  was  child's  play,"  he  claims, 
ipared  with  digging  out  for  the  foundations  ami 
ng  to  raise  the  rafters."  Ml  in  all,  Dave  can  now 
hack  at  the  building  job,  from  start  to  finish,  and  see 
tid  his  w  ile's  handiwork  in  every  part  of  his  house. 


Virginia  sands  and  waxes  the  shelves  over  the  kitchen 
pass-through  counter,  during  i he  "camping  out  period 
in  the  house.  In  picking  out  kitchen  and  bathroom  fix- 
tures, she  said.  "We  found  that  fancy  colors  cost  more 
than  standard  whiles;  and  though  I  shopped  from  Store 
to  sidie,  ii  all  boiled  down  to  what  we  could  afford. 


As  the  house  gels  into  its  final  stages.  Dave  shellacs  a  ply- 
wood panel  for  the  wall  of  the  children's  room,  'flic  end  of 
the  job  took  the  longest,  he  says:  the  beginning  seemed  lo 
go  quicker,  but  took  the  bardesi  work  like  pouring  con- 
crete, insulating  the  crawl  space  when  il  was  a  hundred, 
"nailing  down  root  plank-  during  my    \ugusl  vacation.  ' 


pliornr.HAPii  nv  john  fngvtfad 


TIIK  TIMELESS  BOX-JACKET  SUIT 

Mrs.  Philip  I).  Armour,  Jr.,  of  Chicago,  wear*  a  beige  t fl«-<  k.-.J  rayon  ration  <>f  il.i-  timeleta 
fashion-  slim,  well-proportioned,  adaptable  for  city,  country  or  tummer  travel.  Manv  colors, 

man)  h'v/.cm  will  pleaae  women  from  eoasl  In  r:oa  I  Mrs.  Armour  wears  il  with  a  small  straw 
cloche.  hf.ri  eotton  gloves,  pearls,  bar  [tins  l>v  Mr.  Jolm.  Suii  bi  Mvin  Handmacher,  125.00. 


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It  makeJ  all 


THE  DIFFERENCE 


What  is  it  that  makes  your  husband  say, 
"That's  a  pretty  dress,  dear;  I  never  saw  it 
before,"  when  you've  worn  it  at  least 
twenty  times?  What  prompts  a  friend  to  tell 
you  that  as  small  a  thing  as  a  string  of  beads 
or  a  scrap  of  ribbon  "looks  like  you"?  What 
is  this  touch  with  clothes  that  makes  all 
the  difference? 

It's  the  cornflowers  under  the  edge  of 
your  calot  that  make  your  eyes  look  bluer, 
the  pink  linen  collar  that  freshens  last 
year's  gray  flannel,  the  red  polka-dot  gloves 
that  brighten  a  black  dress  or  a  navy  suit. 
It's  the  size  of  the  bag  you  choose,  in 
proportion  to  your  size;  the  placing  of 
the  bar  pins  on  your  jacket  or  the  stick- 
pins on  your  beret;  the  way  you  tuck  a 
flower  into  your  neckline  as  though  it 
belonged  there,  and  was  not  just  stuck  on. 

This  attentive  touch  (and  it  is  the  small 
attention  that  does  it)  is  an  asset  beyond 
reckoning.  The  sleek  cropped  head  sits  on 
a  thousand  shoulders,  but  a  drawerful  of 


veils  can  identify  your  own — a  pale  pink 
one  to  flatter  your  skin,  a  red  one  for  a 
new  effect,  a  sheer  horsehair  for  a  cool 
look,  a  spangled  blue  one  for  a  beautiful  eve- 
ning. The  bare-arm  fashion  will  take  over 
the  young  crowd  from  New  York  to  San 
Francisco,  but  the  bare  arms  will  differ.  One 
will  wear  wrist-length  gloves  and  flocks  of 
bracelets.  Another  will  be  wound  with 
yards  of  colored  beads  or  pearls,  another 
will  be  tied  with  a  silk  scarf  and  a  bangle. 

A  dozen  things  can  be  done  with  gloves. 
Cool  seersuckers  match  a  hatband  or  a 
flower,  gay  checked  cottons  go  with  a  bag, 
white  piques  repeat  your  coat  collar  or  your 
blouse.  Crystal  beads  are  the  news  in  jewelry. 
Twist  them  with  your  pink  pearls  or  your 
green  glass  beads  and  you've  marked  them 
your  own. 

Is  this  touch  a  born  talent?  Rarely.  More 
often  it  is  a  skill  acquired,  learned  by  any 
woman  who  cares  to  keep  her  eyes  open  and 
her  imagination  ticking.  — RMP 


Mrs.  Alben  W.  Barkley,  wife  of  the  Vi^fc-'Presi- 

dent,  likes  seersucker  accessories  with  her  suit. 


pring  days  in  Washington  — Mrs.  Barkley  wears  a  Mrs.  Barkley  wears  a  beige  toyo  hat  with  pink  silk 

ique-trimmed  gray  wool  suit  with  blue  milan  turban.  facing  and  a  pink  veil,  with  black  or  navy  suit  or  dress. 


FASHION 
PORTRAITS 


By  WILHELA  CISHMAN 

Fashion  Fditar  of  the  Journal 


NORTH  CAROLINA 

Mr?.  T.  Holt  Haywood.  Jr..  lives  in  the  country  n 
W  inston-Salem.  The  navy-blue  polka-dot  ravon  dress  bv  Sam 
Zahn,  S29.95,  is  right  for  trips  to  town  with  white  accent 
rough  straw  hat  by  Mr.  Alt",  lizard  bag.  pique  gloves,  pea 


I'Hi'TO.K  U'H-  BY  JOHN  hV.slh.  i|j 


SAN  FR  \  \ CISCO 


Mrs.  W.  A.  Machette,  formerly  of  Montclair,  New  Jersey,  now 
of  San  Francisco,  wears  a  beige  polka-dot  diantung  version  of  the 
wonderful  day-and-diniirr  rosfumr  liare-iop  .Iress  with  jacket  by  Ben 
Hfic;.  around  1235;  |©yo  cap  edged  with  pearl*  l»\  Baron«-HH  Kadvan«zky. 


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FLORIDA 

Mrs.  John  H.  Perry,  Jr.,  of  Palm  Beach  and  Perry  Park,  Ken- 
tucky, likes  a  pin-check  silk  surah  suit  by  Mary  Blair,  $35,  for  luncheon, 
summer  travel.  She  wears  it  with  John  Frederics'  brimmed  shantung- 
straw  hat  edged  with  mesh  veiling,  chalk-wbite  beads,  long  doeskin  glo\  es. 


^  :   jf  '"Si 


flW  It'* 


NEW  YORK 

Mrs.  E.  T.  Bedford  Davie  wears  a  tissue  silk  taffeta  in  cool  black- 
and-white  print,  by  Pat  Warren,  $35.  Perfect  for  spring  or  summer  after- 
noons. Its  belt  and  collar  are  black  velvet,  the  bag  patent  leather,  the 
gloves  white  cotton,  the  hat  white  toyo  with  black  ribbon  by  John  Frederics. 


Belt  of  webbing  and  ribbon, 
by  Mr.  John,  2654,  15c. 


Bind  and  band  a  floppy  white  straw  with  seersucker,  for  SI. 50.  2653,  15c,  by  John  Frede 


MAKE  OR  TRI 


PHOTOGRAPHS  BY  WILHELA  CL'SHMAN 


By  WILHELA  CUSHMAN 

Fashion  Editor  of  the  Journal 

A  hat,  a  bag,  a  scarf,  a  belt . . .  famous  milliners  design 
and  suggest  for  you.  You  choose  the  color,  the  fabric, 
the  flower,  and  make  your  own  creation  that  means 
so  much  and  costs  so  tittle.  The  rough  straw  you  loved 
last  spring,  or  a  new  one  picked  up  at  a  counter,  can 
be  banded  in  taffeta  or  wreathed  in  moss  roses.  Hoods 
and  berets  can  be  done  in  shantung  or  surah  for 
casual  clothes  and  motoring  Meek  ends.  A  crocheted 
cloche  is  for  sweaters,  a  wreath  of  leaves  for  your  bare 
dinner  dress.  The  flat  envelope,  easiest  bag  in  the  world 
to  make,  is  the  fashion  again,  and  the  newest  trick 
with  a  scarf  is  a  beaded  edge.  All  these  ideas  and  direc- 
tions, too,  have  been  arranged  for  you  by  the  Journal. 
Turn  to  Page  24  for  order  blank  to  order  patterns. 


Hatband  of  rayon  taffeta  and  rnali  lnn<_'  bar;  1>\  Mr.  John  can  be  done  for  around  81 .  2655,  15r;. 


Kdge  a  silk  scarf  w  ill 


pearls,  2654,  15c. 


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Crochet  a  raffia  cloche,  2657,  15c.  Mr.  Alf. 


Profili 

nf } 

Ul  1 

"I  want  to  have  fun  before  I  settle  down."  Joanne  likes  dates,  dancing  and  one 
special  boy.  Bill  Gerard:  hopes  someday  to  teach  dramatics  or  go  on  the  stage. 


'  Ju^t  look  at  Bill  and  you  know  he's  wonderful."  Joanne  wears  his  silver  friend 
ship  ring,  dates  him  four  nights  a  week,  would  like  to  attend  the  same  college 


It  takes  all  kinds  of  young  people  to  make  up  the  teen-age 
■world.  This  is  the  eleventh  of  a  series  of  articles  ahout  teen- 
agers, and  we  still  haven't  found  any  two  alike.  What's  done 
in  Iowa  may  be  frowned  on  in  Idaho;  the  hit  dance  step  in 
Columbus,  Georgia,  may  be  old  stuff  in  Columbus,  Ohio. 

Objectively,  candidly,  we  are  presenting  young  people  as 
we  find  them,  in  the  high  schools  they  work  in,  the  homes 
they  are  growing  up  in,  places  where  they  find  their  fun; 
at  their  best  and  at  their  worst  —  twelve  Profiles  of  Youth. 


JOANNE  HOLT  is  eighteen  and  going  steady  for  the  seventh  time. 
"We  seem  to  have  been  surrounded  by  boys  as  long  as  I  can 
remember,"  her  .mother  says.  "First  they  came  over  to  climb  our 
pecan  tree,  then  to  play  cops  and  robbers,  and  now  to  take  Joanne  out 
on  dates.  One  'steady'  lasted  two  months,  another  two  years — and 
while  this  time  doesn't  seem  any  different  from  the  others,  you  just 
never  can  tell  about  Joanne." 

And  Joanne,  who  admits  cheerfully  that  "I  have  a  bad  habit  of 
trying  like  the  dickens  to  get  a  boy,  and  then  after  I've  gotten  him, 
deciding  I  don't  want  him."  feels  that  this  time  "it's  forever — it's 
really  different.  Why,  you  just  look  at  Bill  Gerard  and  you  know  he's 
something  special,"  she  adds  with  earnest  emphasis.  "He's  unusually 

PHOTOS   BY   ESTHER  BUBLEY 

"If  my  parents  get  mad  at  each  other,  it's  usually  over  me."  Joanne  admits 
she's  spoiled,  but  adds,  "If  my  father  really  sets  his  foot,  he  gets  his  way." 


[other  says  she  feels  sorry  for  the  man  I  marry."  Joanne  often  forgets  to 
household  chores,  feels  that  "it  takes  understanding  to  put  up  with  me." 


•nderful,  unusually  cute  and  an  unusually  good  dancer.  And  be- 
es that,  he's  intelligent.  His  senior  theme  on  smashing  the  atom 
is  so  complicated  the  English  teacher  said  she  didn't  understand  a 
>rd." 

And  Bill,  more  quiet  and  reserved  than  Joanne,  who  is  his  first 
sady  girl,  says  with  a  shy  smile.  "I  just  like  her,  that's  all.  I  guess 
cause  she's  so  vivacious  and  easy  to  talk  to." 

For  Joanne's  charm  lies  not  so  much  in  her  prettiness  as  in  the 
irmth  of  her  smile,  the  f  riendly  light  in  her  brown  eyes.  Though  in 
hool  she  treats  her  teachers  with  a  quiet  courtesy  and  restraint  that 
d  one  teacher  to  say,  "I  can  almost  feel  her  running  away  while  I'm 
Iking  to  her,"  with  her  own  friends  she  is  completely  relaxed  and 
ten  acts  "crazy" — like  punching  Bill  on  the  arm  for  no  reason,  or 
alking  along  the  main  street  with  her  hand  held  high  in  the  air  "just 
■  be  foolish,  I  guess."  She  has  lived  in  Rocky  Mount,  North  Carolina. 
rer  since  her  father  came  from  nearby  Lewisburg  to  take  a  railroad  job 
lirteen  years  ago;  thinks  the  town,  with  its  population  of  30,000,  is 
ust  the  right  size.  You  get  to  know  almost  everybody,  and  you  sure 
in  have  lots  of  fun." 

Joanne  loves  to  dance,  but  gave  up  jitterbugging  because  Bill 
)esn't  know  how;  spends  every  afternoon  after  school  with  him  at 
ie  Teen- Age  Club,  the  movies  or  Sonny's  Drugstore;  and  dates  him 
iree  nights  over  the  week  end,  and  (Continued  on  Page  233) 


"To  be  a  hero  with  girls  in  this  school,  just  get  on  the  basketball  team."  After 
the  game:  chili  sandwiches  loaded  with  mustard,  pickles,  catchup  and  onions. 


anne  decided  to  join  high-school  sorority  "even  though  I  knew  they  hurt 
ople.  How  could  any  girl  refuse?";  talks  everything  over  with  her  mother. 


Joanne  feels  boys  are  easy  to  get  along  with  "if  you  just  make  them  feel  im- 
portant," gave  up  high  heels  and  jitterbugging  because  Bill  doesn't  like  them. 


Profile 
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'Old  grad"  shows  off  talents,  bores  dates,  starts  talk  ''When  I  was  at  Notre  Dame. 


"Sitter-upper"  won't  hear 
explanations  for  lateness. 


"Party  poopers"  just  hang 
around,  put  damper  on  fun. 


"Nagger"  finds  fault  with 
dates,  homework,  friends. 


High -schoolers  say  parents  pose  problems,  but  admit 
sometimes  faults  are  their  own.  Teens  take  time  out  to 
quiz  themselves  on  their  family  relations. 


ARE  YOU  A  D.P.? 

4  Diuoiptinv  Prnblem  f 

Do  Your  Parents  Want  to  Leave  Home? 

1.  When  it's  time  for  book  'n'  brain  work,  do  you  rusji  for  (lie 
phone  to  make  with  the  gossip  and  small  talk,  asking  finally, 
"What's  for  Latin?" 

2.  If  the  crowd  drops  in  after  a  Hi-Y  meeting,  do  you  take  over, 
from  icebox  to  radio,  till  the  family  gives  up  and  decides  bed  i- 
better? 

3.  Is  it  a  one-man  show  at  your  house,  with  your  ever-lovin' 
mother  doing  the  honors  from  dishes  to  dusting,  with  no  help 
from  you? 

4.  When  the  Joneses  buv  a  new  car  and  hoist  a  television 
antenna,  do  you  pull  a  sulk  and  ask  that  your  family  go  on  a 
similar  shopping  spree? 

5.  If  your  shekels  are  low  and  your  expenses  are  high,  do  you 
demand  an  increase  in  allowance  instead  of  shopping  around  (or 
a  part-time  job? 

Do  Your  Parents  Want  You  to  Leave  Home? 

6.  Do  you  stall  for  weeks  on  your  term  paper,  then  demand  — 
on  his  bowling  night — that  your  father  drive  you  to  the  library 
for  frantic  research? 

7.  When  your  parents  keep  a  date  with  a  monthly  PTA  meet- 
ing, do  you  act  bored,  bothered,  and  baffled  by  the  question, 
"Why  don't  thev  mind  their  own  business?  " 

8.  Is  the  corner  snackery  your  happy  hangout  every  evening 
(ill  dinnertime,  when  you  might  dash  home  occasionally  to  trj 
to  be  helpful? 

9.  Do  you  bring  your  school  sulks  home,  moping  and  mumbling 
in  moodiness,  while  vour  poor  parents  worry  and  wonder. 
"Wha'  happen?" 

10.  If  you  tote  vour  own  sandwiches,  do  you  stall  until  bus 
time,  then  wail  because  even  your  mother  doesn't  have  lime  to 
make  like  a  chef?  (Continual  on  Pag,-  I°3) 


"Fashion  expert"  imposes 

her  clothe*  choice  on  teen. 


"The  scold"  lacks  tact,  dis- 
cipline* teener  in  public. 


"Snooper"  reads  mail, 
inspects   drawers,  purses. 


"Too  much  lime,  too  much  talk,"  complains  high-schooler  who 
i-  dragged  In  vi-it  relative*  instead  of  seeing  friends  week  end-. 


B.I  I 


"On  Eckstine  versus  algebra,  mother  blows  her 
top."  JDawdling  over  homework  annoys  parents. 


"I  dried  last  night!"  Constant  bickering  over 
household  chores  causes  frequent  family  crises. 


"Ican't  keep  ahead  of  themess,"complainsmother 
whose  teen  scatters  room  with  books,  clothes. 


"I'll  just  grab  a  sandwich  and  run"  sets  off 
family  argument,  spoils  many  a  planned  meal. 


"Can't  they  wrestle  outside?"  Roughhousing 
is  hard  on  furniture,  harder  on  parents'  nerves. 


"If  my  daughter's  love  life  goes  wrong,  it's 
not  my  fault."  Sulky  teens  drive  parents  mad. 


"Fast  guy  with  a  buck"  rates 
high  when  allowance  runs  low. 


"KP  parent"  feeds  gang,  keeps 
special  snacks  in  refrigerator. 


"Sympathetic  soul"  doesn't 
rant  at  scratched  fenders. 


"'Live  wires"  lead  own  lives, 
leave  hen  party  to  fun  alone. 


"Good  sports"  match  student  enthusiasm,  cheer  like  crazy  for  home 
team,  often  drive  athletes  and  cheerleaders  to  out-of-town  games. 


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Living  in  Balboa  Island,  California,  Shirley  Ingram  loves  cottons  for  nearly  all 
vear  round.  A  two-piece  group,  to  mix  and  match,  and  a  gingham  shirtwaist  fit 
into  her  casual  life.  Her  rayon  suit  is  seasonless,  perfect  for  town  and  travel. 
Shirley's  favorite  pastime  is  dancing  to  the  name  bands  with  husband  Bob.  For 
this  she  chooses  a  tucked  frock  in  brightest  red  voile.  •  BY  CYNTHIA  MC  ADOO 


Dancing  dress  of  crimson  voile,  with  tucked  Textured  rayon  suit,  $25.  The  panama 
bodice  and  tucks  on  the  skirt;  under  $25.         hat  with  bright  red  carnations  added. 


Red-arid-white  pin-checked  gingham  shirtwaist  dress  wil 
fresh  white  pique  collar  and  cuffs,  flat  gold  buttons,  $10.lJ 


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Tucked  navy  blouse.  85.95.  Checked  skirl.  88.05. 


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Checked    cotton   jacket,    solid  navy 

skirt,  $17.05;  panama  cloche,  $5.05. 

2-|ilus-2  makes  four  separate  ouilils  iii  solid 
navy-blue  and  checks,  all  by  Staole)  \V\llins. 


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My  wife  is  awed  by  a  pair  of  dear  friends  who 
claim  they've  never  quarreled  in  seventeen  years  of 
marriage.  But  when  we've  arrived  early  for  dinner 
at  their  house  we've  imagined  a  singed  aroma  in  the 
air,  and  signs  that  human  hair  had  been  pulled  and 
swept  hastily  under  the  rug. 

From  my  curious  scrutiny  of  our  neighborhood's 
teen-age  girls,  I'm  convinced  they  exaggerate  the  won- 
derfulness  of  boys. 

As  an  ex-boy  myself  I  know  we  couldn't  pretend  in 
our  most  conceited  moments  to  live  up  to  their  sweet 
illusions. 

"I  hear  there  are  twice  as  many  people  under- 
weight as  overweight,"  says  Betty  Comfort,  bend- 
ing her  one  hundredth  time  to  pick  up 
twigs,  "and  they  eat  anything  they  like, 
and  their  clothes  fit,  and  I  don't  think 
it's  fair!" 


The  man  next  door  is  peeved  at  the  grem- 
lins who  install  faucets  and  doorknobs  with 
sharp  corners  that  scratch  his  fingers. 

"If  I  track  'em  down,"  he  growls,  "I'll 
put  steel  wool  in  their  socks." 


J  find  myself  too  constantly  on  guard 
against  discovering  my  own  faults  in  my  chil- 
dren. That  I  couldn't  endure;  yet  I  know  it's  a 
silly  phobia.  It  might  be  better  if  parents 
treated  their  own  natural  children  with  the 
same  deference  people  save  for  their  adopted 
children. 

I'm  still  being  blamed  for  certain  home- 
spun titbits  in  another  magazine  I  used  to 
write  for.  Not  guilty;  the  anonymous  author 
merely  borrowed  my  corn  picker  and  forgot  to 
oil  it. 

After  all  these  years,  my  Dream  Girl  still 
thinks  I  don't  love  her  when  I  hiss  one  of  her 
new  hats.  Can't  I  ey^r' convince  her  that  if  a  husband 
suspects  a  certain  hat  is  inappropriate,  it's  precisely 
because  he  loves  his  wife? 


When  Junior  does  some  chores  so  he  can  use 
the  car,  he  has  an  unerring  knack  for  doing  'em  just 
enough  so  I  can't  claim  he  hasn't  done  'em.  Yet  I 
frequently  have  to  finish  'em,  baffled  and  talking 
to  myself,  and  admiring  his  technique. 


I've  discovered  an  infallible  way  to  enjoy  your 
own  and  your  wife's  relatives: 

Just  treat  'em  as  if  you'd  accidentally  met  'em  on 
a  train,  and  as  if  you  didn't  owe  them  anything  and 
they  didn't  owe  you  anything. 

It's  that  vague  sense  of  obligation  that's  bother- 
some. 

My  ultrasolvent  neighbor  on  the  corner  swore 
off  smoking  and  drinking  as  a  boy,  till  twenty-one, 
for  a  gold  watch  and  chain. 

"And  now,"  he  complains,  "I've  got  to  promise 
Junior  a  convertible  with  free  gas  and  oil — and  he 
swears  off  only  till  eighteen!" 


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in  the 
Mouse 

By  HARLAN  MILLER 


We've  voted  to  enlarge  our  vegetable  garden,  and 
I've  bought  a  hand  plow.  Our  preseason  image  of  our 
garden  resembles  a  plantation  in  the  Imperial  Valley, 
and  until  zero  hour  everybody's  wild  to  dig  and  weed. 

(Luckily  I've  still  got  the  phone  number  of  the 
college  boy  who  dug  and  weeded  last  year.) 


"I  can  judge  a  cook  or  a  cafe,"  says  Peter  Com- 
fort, knocking  the  icicles  off  the  garage,  "entirely  by 
their  French  fried.  If  the  potatoes  are  tired,  soggy, 
greasy  and  wrinkled  instead  of  crisp,  firm  and  mealy, 
I  know  the  chicken  will  be  awful  too." 


The  newest  newlyivcds  in  our  block  received  as  a 
wedding  present  a  $3.95  book  on  how  to  build  a  house 
yourself. 

"Til  build  it,"  offers  the  young  husband,  "if  the 
author  of  the  book  will  lire  in  it." 


My  favorite  neighbor  has  only  one  vexatious 
fault:  When  one  of  his  children  has  a  tooth  pulled 
he  acts  as  if  that's  more  earth-shaking  than  when 
one  of  ours  has  his  adenoids  out. 


I've  noticed  that  the  men  in  our  town  who  are  leeri- 
est  of  world  govt,  are  the  same  men  who  think  they  have 
to  win  every  argument,  big  and  little,  with  their  poor 
wives. 

4 

One  of  my  wife's  canasta  chums  claims  her  hus- 
band still  phones  her  at  10:30  a.m.  and  4  p.m.  daily 
to  tell  her  he  loves  her.  Such  foibles  do  become 
known,  and  can  hurt  a  man's  career!  (And  in  all 
fairness,  my  wife  rarely  plays  canasta.) 


Our  block's  broken  out  with  a  series  of  neighbor- 
hood parties,  involving  even  strangers  and  furriners 
who've  lived  here  only  ten  or  fifteen  years.  As  homes 
get  smaller  and  parties  bigger,  there's  no  place  to  sit 
doivn,  and  I've  taken  to  carrying  my  own 
shooting  stick  or  folding  stool. 


One  of  the  younger  wives  in  our  set 
overflows  with  the  comic  spirit,  devoted  mostly 
to  proving  what  a  goof  her  husband  is.  She's 
already  proved  that  a  wife  in  that  humor  finds 
few  to  disbelieve  her. 


Our  ten-year-old  seems  to  inherit  my  love 
of  poetry,  and  all  tvinter  he's  been  reading  me 
long  extracts  from  Whittier's  Snowbound.  Gives 
me  a  rough  idea  of  how  the  family  simmers 
when  I  read  them  my  pet  poetic  snatches. 

# 

Our  town's  adopted  a  tricky  Jwiilding 
code  which  makes  a  new  bathroom  as  expen- 
sive as  a  whole  new  wing  was  for  my  dad. 
These  crowded  mornings  we'll  simply  learn  to 
be  patient,  and  maybe  exile  the  comic  books 
from  the  bathroom. 


Shucks,  no  matter  how  exasperated  I 
get  with  our  youngsters,  I've  never  known 
a  moment  when  I'd  swap  one  of  'em  for  all 
the    champion    4-H    Club,  scholarship-winning, 
precocious  geniuses  on  earth.  (Or  even  remodel  'em. 
much.) 

* 

No  husband  and  wife  hare  really  lived  till  they've 
drawn  up  rough  plans  for  a  new  house,  t  fter  twenty 
years  in  our  old  homestead  ( remodeled  yearly)  ire  still 
hope  to  build  one  someday. 

Perhaps  the  masterpiece  uc  designed  the  year  ice 
were  married — the  one  with  no  staircase  to  the  second 
floor. 

* 

When  your  ten-year-old's  nose  gets  an  emo- 
tional pink  and  his  eyes  moist  as  his  birthday  cake's 
brought  in  and  the  family  sings  "Happy  birth- 
day." ...  Or  you  bring  your  wile  home  from  the 
hospital  with  a  new  baby  and  carry  each  of  'em 
upstairs,  separately.  .  .  .  Or  Junior  asks  you  confi- 
dently, "Dad.  what's  the  difference  between  prag- 
matism and  existentialism?"  .  .  .  \nd  your  freshman 
daughter  counts  on  living  at  home  with  you  a  year 
or  two  after  college.  .  .  .  And  your  wife  comes  down- 
stairs dead-pan  with  your  army  shoulder  patch 
sewed  on  her  bathrobe.  .  .  .  Then  you  wish  you'd 
given  the  minister  S  10  instead  of  just  parting  with 
your  $20  lucky  gold  piece. 


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Beautiful  pure  silk  shantung,  tailored  to  perfection.  The  jacket 
lias  patch  pockets,  the  slim  skirt  a  slit  for  easy  walking.  Vogue 
Design  No.  S-4071,  12  to  40.  Perfect  background  for  accessories. 


Spring  patterns 


.  .  .  and  their 


summer  versions 


Shantung  suit  skirt  with  beautifully 

detailed  blouse,  Vogue  Design  No.o'll."), 

12  to  to,  gives  effect  of  one-piece  die--. 


Thinking  about  summer  automatically  brings  to  mind  the  pretty  clothes 
you  are  going  to  want.  A  wonderful  shantung  suit  that  you  would  feel  your 
"best  dressed"  in  .  .  .  a  versatile  crisp  taffeta  with  a  starched  chiffon  redin- 
gote,  one  that  could  be  worn  without  the  coat  and  with  a  bright  ribbon 
sash  for  summer  dancing,  or  with  a  matching  velvet-trimmed  jacket  to 
make  a  pretty  suit.  The  very  short  fleece  topper  looks  so  new,  and 
is  so  effective  over  a  shirtwaist  dress  in  the  same  color.  Women  with 
imagination  often  buy  an  extra  yard  or  two  of  matching  material  —  perhaps 
to  make  a  blouse  to  match  a  suit  skirt  (to  give  the  elfcct  of  a  one-piece 
dress),  or  a  stole  to  cover  bare  shoulders.  Kemember,  when  you  make 
your  own  clothes,  it  is  important  to  keep  a  step  ahead  of  the  season 
In  allow  plenty  of  lime  lor  shopping  and  sewing.      •     By  Noil  A  O'LeAOT 


liny  Vogue  PcUtenU  ol  the  store  which  sells  them  in  your  city.  Or  order  by  mail,  enclosing 
•  luil.  0T  money  order,  from  Vogue  I'ollern  Service,  I'ulnam  Avenue,  Greenwich,  Conn.;  or  in 

Canada  from  198 Spading  A\  enue\  Toronto,  Ont,  (  Connecticut  reiidenti please  mhi  talu  tax.) 

For  limit  iiml  Oilier  \  Ii-hn  unci  PrteM  <•■■  ■■  <<»  I'niH-  2.10 


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PHOTOGRAPHS  BY  GENEVIEVE  NAYLOR 


1 


•etty  checked  taffeta  makes  the 
p  of  a  dress,  starched  chiffon 
e  redineote.  No.  S-4073, 12  to  18. 


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Newest  length  in  a  short  fleece  topper,  perfect  for  cool  summer 
evenings,  in  a  soft  pastel.  Top-stitching  accents  the  nicely  detailed 
shoulder  and  patch  pockets.  Vogue  Design  No.  7045.  12  to  20. 


rVOClU- 


Slim  shirtwaist  dress,  a  summer  fa- 
vorite in  cool  washahle  ravon  oxlord 
cloth.  Voeue  Design  No.  7034s  l2to  10. 


\ 


The  addition  of  a  jacket  to  match  the  slip  dress  turns  it  into 
a  perfect  afternoon  suit.  Black  velvet  collar,  cuffs.  Pretty 
with  red  accessories.  Vogue  Design  No.  7027,  12  to  20. 


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^tECOND  only  to  headache,  backache  is  the  nation's  most  prevalent  pain 
1%  producer.  Some  of  America's  "back  cases"  are  caused  bv  disease,  in- 
U  jury  or  deformity.  But  more  than  90  per  cent  of  the  millions  of  men 
and  women  who  are  forced  to  cut  down  on  their  work,  cancel  social  engage- 
ments and  forfeit  their  favorite  sports  in  deference  to  their  aching  backs  are 
victims  of  self-inflicted  misery! 

Test  Vourst'K  With  Those  Exercises 

Therapeutic-exercise  specialists  have  developed  the  following  set  of  ex- 
ercises designed  to  diagnose  the  strength  of  your  back,  if  it  has  been  estab- 
lished by  your  doctor  that  your  back  is  structurally  and  medically  sound. 
These  exercises  will  not  prevent  or  cure  a  backache,  but  if  you  cannot  do 
them  they  will  tell  you  your  back  muscles  need  strengthening  and  are  prob- 
ably the  cause  of  your  fatigue.  Any  healthy  person  should  be  able  to  per- 
form the  exercises  easily. 

Do  the  lying-down  exercises  on  a  firm  mattress  or  a  mat  on  the  floor. 

1.  Lie  on  back,  arms  relaxed  at  sides,  legs  together  and  outstretched. 
Now  raise  both  legs,  keeping  knees  stiff,  to  a  45-degree  angle  above  mat. 
Lower  legs  slowly-  R-E-L-A-X.  Repeat  five  times. 

2.  Lie  on  back,  hands  clasped  behind  neck,  legs  together  and  out- 
stretched. With  someone  holding  your  ankles  down  or  having  tucked  your 
toes  under  a  chesi  of  drawers,  slowly  raise  yourself  to  an  upright  sitting 
position  without  lifting  your  legs  or  feet  from  the  mat.  Slowly  lower  to  orig- 
inal position.  R-E-L-A-X.  Repeat  three  times. 

3.  Lie  on  back,  hands  clasped  behind  neck,  legs  together,  knees  flexed. 
With  someone  holding  your  ankles  down,  slowly  Raise  yourself  to  an  upright 
sitting  position,  without  lifting  your  feet  from  mat.  Slowly  lower  to  original 
position.  R-E-L-A-X.  Repeat  three  times. 

4.  Lie  face  down  with  your  abdomen  supported  by  a  pillow,  hands 
clasped  behind  neck,  legs  outstretched.  With  someone  holding  your  back 
and  legs  down,  slowly  raise  your  head  and  chest  as  high  as  possible  and  hold 
position  for  the  slow  count  of  ten.  R-E-L-A-X.  Repeat  three  times. 

5.  Stand  erect,  feet  together,  arms  relaxed  at  sides.  Holding  knees 
stiff,  bend  forward  to  touch  your  toes  with  your  finger  tips.  Return  to  origi- 
nal position.  R-E-L-A-X. 

It  probably  comes  as  a  surprise  to  you  that  out  of  the  five  exercises  only 
the  fourth  specifically  tugged  at  your  back  muscles.  The  first  exercise  made 
demands  on  your  hip,  thigh  and  abdominal  muscles.  The  second  and  third 
revealed  the  strength  of  your  abdominal  muscles.  And  the  fifth  called  at- 
tention—  painfully  perhaps — to  the  amount  of  elasticity  you  have  in  your 
hamstrings — those  tendons  just  behind  your  knees.  Why  is  it  necessary 
for  you  to  unearth  the  quality  of  all  these  muscles  when  it  is  your  hack  that 
hurls;'  Because  backaches  can  he  avoided  < m I \  w  hen  all  the  body's  muscles 
an-  working  toward  that  goal! 

At  Home  Willi  «!■«»  Self-inlli«ated  llackurhe 

The  normal  dav  sees  the  average  person  flirting  with  innumerable  work- 
ing hazards  which  invite  backftche.  II  sou  were  to  record  the  number  of 


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By  DAWK  CBOWELL  >OII  MA  > 

Remity  Editor  of  the  Journal 

household  tasks  you  take  care  of  in  a  day,  you  could  find  close  to  fifty 
which,  if  performed  incorrectly,  constitute  sufficient  cause  for  backache! 
Sweeping,  vacuuming,  washing,  ironing  are  a  few  that  would  head  the  list. 

Prolonged  and  incorrect  bending  is  a  major  source  of  trouble.  One 
housewife  complained  of  a  burning  agony  in  her  back  every  time  she  bent 
to  iron.  She  had  never  had  any  previous  trouble  with  her  back,  she  told  her 
doctor.  But  this  pain,  which  increased  with  every  freshly  pressed  shirt,  was 
unbearable.  It  was  not  only  forcing  her  to  cut  down  on  the  amount  of  iron- 
ing she  could  do,  but  to  collapse  in  exhaustion  at  the  end  of  the  day.  She 
was  a  tall  woman,  and  she  used  a  regulation  ironing  board.  The  solution  to 
her  trouble  came  when  the  woman's  husband  agreed  to  the  doctor's  sug- 
gestion of  elevating  the  ironing  board  by  placing  sturdy  blocks  of  wood  un- 
der its  legs.  Thus,  by  accommodating  the  height  of  the  board  to  the  height  of 
the  user,  excessive  bending  was  no  longer  necessary.  In  addition,  the  doc- 
tor told  his  patient  to  use  her  back  muscles  as  well  as  those  of  her  arm  and 
shoulder  to  help  propel  the  iron  and  to  swing  her  body  from  the  waist  as 
she  ironed.  In  less  than  two  weeks,  ironing  became  a  painless  occupation 
for  this  woman. 

One  farsighted  mother-to-be,  familiar  w  ith  the  cry  'T  love  my  baby,  but 
oh,  my  back!",  had  a  carpenter  build  a  counter  suited  to  her  ow  n  height  on 
which  to  change  and  dress  her  baby  without  stooping.  Your  budget  may 
not  allow  for  such  nursery  perfection,  but  your  husband  might  find  it  fun 
to  build  a  reasonable  facsimile  of  such  a  table-counter  for  you! 

Here  are  ten  rules  which  will  help  promote  any  person's  back  comfort: 

1.  Watch  your  weight.  A  protruding  abdomen  throws  your  body  out 
of  balance — overtaxes  muscles. 

2.  Sit  up!  There  is  no  reason  for  you  to  slump  on  the  end  of  your  spine 
when  Nature  afforded^ypu  a  perfectly  capable  means  for  support! 

3.  Hold  your  back  erect  when  you  climb  stairs.  Bending  over  slackens 
hip  and  abdominal  muscles  and  relegates  all  the  work  to  your  legs. 

4.  Do  not  stoop  over  your  broom  or  mop.  A  hollow -chested  position 
makes  for  shallow  breathing,  which  cuts  down  on  the  body's  necessary 
supply  of  oxygen. 

5.  Avoid  excessive  tugging.  Let  your  husband  open  that  stuck  w  indow 
or  stubborn  drawer.  These  movements  can  cause  serious  internal  upsets! 

6.  Walk  rapidly  when  you  are  out-of-doors.  A  slow  stroll  is  fun,  but 
nut  very  effective  in  strengthening  muscles. 

7.  Don't  overdo.  Fatigue  presupposes  poor  posture,  and  poor  posture 
piles  up  its  harmful  effects  on  your  entire  body.  Your  capacity  for  work  is 
the  amount  you  perform  without  feeling  unreasonably  tired.  Six  five- 
minute  rest  periods  spaced  intermittently  through  your  working  day  will 
give  you  more  than  a  half  hour's  worth  of  relief  in  the  evening! 

8.  Indulge  in  long,  leisurely  hot  baths.  Twenty  minutes  in  an  evening 
tub  will  w  ork  wonders  soothing  the  nerves  and  releasing  muscular  tensions 
which  have  mounted  during  the  day. 

9.  Stretch  often  during  the  day.  Stand  on  your  tiptoes,  hold  your 
arms  overhead,  and  reach  for  the  ceiling  so  (Continued  on  Page  102) 


EXERCISES  FOR  B.H'k  RELIEF 


COMBINE  the  illustrated  exercises  shown  below  w  ith  the  exercise 
tests  which  appear  on  the  opposite  page  for  your  entire  exercise 
program.  The  success  of  the  exercises  depends  upon  1.  fluiditv 
of  movement  and  2.  total  relaxation  after  each  exercise.  It  will 
be  beneficial  to  read  the  entire  exercise,  memorize  the  movement- 
and  then  begin.  Stopping  in  mid-air  while  you  read  step  numher  two 
or  three  will  spoil  it6  effectiveness. 

Begin  by  doing  two  exercises  the  first  day,  and  add  one  new  exer- 
cise each  day  until  you  have  included  the  ten  exercises.  This  means 
you  will  be  working  up  from  five  minutes  to  about  twenty-five  min- 
utes of  exercise  each  day.  Do  lying-down  exercises  on  firm  mattresses. 


I.  Knee  null.  Lie  on  back,  arms  relaxed  at  sides,  knees  flexed.  Now 
slowly  pull  both  knees  up  toward  chest  as  far  as  possible,  and  slowly  return 
them  to  original  position.  R-E-L-A-X.  Repeat  eight  times. 


St.  Shoulder  nlump.  Sit  on  chair,  feet 
flat  on  floor,  hands  relaxed  in  lap,  head 
lolling  forward,  body  slumped.  Now, 
slowly  straighten  up  so  that  your  head 
is  erect,  chin  in,  shoulders  back,  abdo- 
men in,  back  straight.  Hold  position  for 
a  moment,  then  slump  back  to  original 
position.  R-E-L-A-X.  Repeat  five  times. 


:i.  Lea  Htreteh.  Sland  at  a 
distance  of  two  feet  in  front  of 
a  sturdy  table.  Lean  forward  to 
support  weight  with  hands 
holding  edge  of  table.  Keep  feet 
and  legs  together,  knees  stiff, 
and  without  lifting  heels  from 
floor,  lean  as  far  forward  as 
possible. Return  tofirstposition. 
R-E-L-A-X.  Repeat  eight  times. 


t.  Shoulder  eirelem.  Sit  on  edge  of  chair  with  feet  flat  on  floor,  body  erect. 
Now  place  your  finger  tips  on  your  shoulders  and  with  elbows  out  at  sides 
describe  a  wide  circle,  moving  elbows  backward,  up,  forward  and  back  to 
sides.  Describe  four  complete  circles.  R-E-L-A-X.  Describe  four  more. 


.7.  Ma>«  rirrlem.  Lie  on  back,  legs  to- 
gether and  outstretched,  hands  clasped 
behind  neck.  Now  raise  left  leg.  hold- 
ing knee  stiff,  to  a  45-degree  angle 
above  mat.  Describe  three  complete 
circles  with  leg.  Lower  to  mat.  K-E- 
L-A-X.  Repeat  with  right  leg. 


Detailed  information  on  therapeutic  exercises  is  included  in  the  book, 
PRINCIPLES  \\D  PRACTICE  OE  THERAPEUTIC  EXERCISES.  piMi'hrd  J»  Charlt,  C.  THonms 


When  Dave  and  Virginia  decided  to  build 
the  first  of  the  JOURNAL  series  of  owner- 
built  houses,  shown  on  pages  46,  47,  48,  49,  y 
they  chose  to  eliminate  the  service  door  ii 
the  kitchen  to  make  room  for  an  8-cubfl 
fool  freezer.  Since  they  live  in  the  country, 
the  freezer  is  the  home  grocery  store,  saving  ] 
manv  extra  trips  to  town.  A  few  steps  from 
<  the  kitchen  there  is  a  door  that  opens  to 
the  driveway,  so  there  is  no  problem  with 
deliveries.  In  this  kitchen,  with  its  wide 
opening  to  the  playroom,  a  horizontal  ven- 
tilating grill  is  installed  over  the  range. 
This  draws  cooking  odors  through  the 
heater  room  to  the  outside  rather  than  let 
them  drift  through  the  house. 


2       3      4  5 


THERE  is  something  exciting  about  a  brand-new  house  ami  a 
kitchen  as  new  as  a  wood  shaving.   Blueprints  have  never 
meant  mueh  of  anything  to  me,  but  actually  to  see  on  a 
wooded    bill   a   little  red   bouse  which   really  came   from  the 

Journal's  new  house-building  kit  was  much  like  magic. 

This  small  modern  house  was  planned  and  built  in  a  quiet 

woodland  section  of  \\  cst<  hester  County  where  children  can  grow 
up  with  all  the  advantages  of  the  country,  yel  not  too  isolated 
from  scb  »ols  and  I  be  job  of  the  man  ol  the  house. 

When  Virginia  and  Dave  and  young  Dave,  aged  four,  and  the 
baby  moved  into  the  one-story  barn-red  house,  it  wasn't  even 


finished.  Doing  much  of  the  work  themselves,  from  clearing  the 
land  to  sanding  the  floors,  not  only  reduced  the  cost  but  —  what 
seems  even  more  important  to  me  gave  them  the  satisfaction  of 
creating  some  of  their  own  home  with  their  own  bands. 

Since  mueh  of  the  bouse  is  left  in  the  warm  natural  tones  ol  tin- 
wood,  including  the  sloping  ceilings,  ami  since  much  ol  the  vvall 
space  is  windows,  the  bouse  lacks  the  coldness  that  I  feel  ill  many 
modern  homes  ami  has  an  immediate  friendly,  gracious  air. 

The  kih  ben  is  as  small  and  perfect  and  complete  as  a  compact. 
It  measures  les^  than  8'  x  10',  and  yel  it  has  a  washing  machine,  a 
dishwasher  and  a  large  (( 'tmtttuu \d  "»  Pag*  235) 


67 


Directly  from  the  range  and  refrigerator,  foods  are 
dished  up  at  the  serving  bar.  Through  the  opening 
between  the  counter  and  glass-fronted  cabinets 
above,  Virginia  keeps  an  eye  on  the  youngsters  in 
the  playroom  beyond;  and  when  guests  gather,  she 
follows  the  conversation  as  "he  tosses  the  salad.  Up 
between  the  beams,  there  is  more  storage  behind 
sliding  panels  for  things  that  are  seldom  used.  The 
shelf  above  the  refrigerator  has  removable  divid- 
ers, so  spaces  can  be  adjusted  to  fit  trays  and  serv- 
ing dishes  too  big  to  go  into  the  shallow  cupboards. 


High  cupboards  at  the  end  of  the  room  have 
shelves  spaced  to  accommodate  dishes  and 
glassware.  One  cabinet  was  recessed  in  the 
wall  to  give  depth  for  ten-inch  plates.  Lower 
sections  give  room  for  extra  supplies  of  pack- 
aged and  canned  food  and  soft-drink  bottles. 


PHOTOS  BY  STUART-STEI'H ENSON 


For  dinners  and  other  important  meals,  there  is  a 
table  in  the  end  of  the  living  room  nearest  to  the 
kitchen.  Serving  is  easy  from  the  open  counter. 
But  at  breakfast  or  lunchtime,  the  high  stools  are 
pulled  up  to  the  counter.  There  is  plenty  of  knee 
room,  and  the  stools  with  their  curved  backs  and 
footrests  are  comfortable.  After  any  meal,  the 
dishes  are  handled  with  dispatch  in  the  dishwasher 
just  across  the  room.  The  cupboards  above  the 
serving  counter  and  under  the  sink  and  eating 
counter  have  sliding  doors  that  are  never  in  the 
way  in  this  narrow  room.  With  the  automatic 
clothes  washer  in  the  kitchen,  Virginia  has  no 
problem  with  the  baby's  daily  wash.  It  is  so  easy 
to  start  a  load  as  she  cleans  up  after  breakfast. 


0 


By  MOW  WILLIAMS 


DUNCAN,  his  older  sister,  Martha,  and 
his  young  son,  Dale,  were  just  finishing 
lunch  when  Jennie's  convertible  skit- 
tered into  the  driveway.  The  table  was  set  in 
the  big  front  window,  and  none  of  them  could 
miss  it.  The  sight  of  the  jaunty,  sky-blue  car 
affected  them  all  profoundly,  but  the  little 
boy  was  the  only  one  who  showed  it.  Color 
came  into  his  face,  and  a  quiver  of  excite- 
ment, almost  painful  to  see. 

"It's  mommy,"  he  whispered.  "Mommy's 
here." 

Martha  looked  at  her  brother.  "You  know 
she  was  coming?" 
"No,"  Duncan  said. 

Neither  of  them  was  given  to  wasting  words. 
Even  Dale  was  silent  now.  They  all  watched 
Jennie  take  her  hands  from  the  wheel,  lean 
toward  the  windshield  mirror  and  run  a  lip- 
stick over  her  mouth.  Then  Duncan  got  up 
and  walked  to  the  door,  and  stood  there, 
holding  it  open.  His  shoulders  looked  as 
tense  as  a  spring. 

She  still  upsets  him,  Martha  thought,  sigh- 
ing. In  his  head  he's  finished  tvith  her,  but  his 
heart  isnt  finished. 

Jennie  came  up  the  path,  her  smile  as 
bright  and  angelic  as  though  she  were  a  wel- 
come guest.  She  pulled  down  Duncan's  head 
and  kissed  his  thin,  young  cheek,  and  Martha, 


watching,  said  to  herself,  But  she's  shameless! 
They've  been  separated  for  three  months,  and 
the  time  is  past  for  kissing. 

"Hello,  darlings!"  That  was  for  the  grown- 
ups, Duncan  and  Martha,  even  for  Lutie, 
standing  in  the  kitchen  door,  her  hands 
writhing  with  emotion  under  her  apron. 

The  little  boy  had  a  more  special  greeting. 
Jennie  knelt  beside  him,  ruffled  his  hair,  and 
handed  him  a  little  box  from  her  coat  pocket. 
Opened,  it  revealed  two  turtles,  bedded  in 
damp  moss,  their  backs  painted  in  bright, 
flowery  letters. 

"It's  my  name,"  Dale  cried.  "The  letters 
say  my  name!" 

"It's  because  turtles  can't  talk,"  Jennie 
explained.  "Inside,  they're  simply  shouting 
your  name.  Only,  instead  of  a  voice,  it  comes 
out  letters." 

"Is  it  because  they  belong  to  me?" 

"Of  course!  And  do  you  know  who  is  visit- 
ing me  for  the  week  end?  A  parrot  and  a 
kitten  and  a  golden  hamster.  He's  like  a 
little  Teddy  bear,  all  soft  and  fuzzy.  I  just 
borrowed  them  from  a  pet  store  because 
I'm  making  some  pictures  for  an  animal 
book,  but  if  you  go  back  to  the  studio  with 
me,  you  can  play  with  them." 

Martha  said  quietly,  "Are  you  forgetting 
the  boy  is  in  school?  (Continued  on  Page  240) 


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ED     BY     HARRY     F  R  E  D  M  A  N 


71 


)ouble  Li 


rs.Difokm 


By  MARY  HASTINGS  BRADLEY 

She  wasn't  the  kind  of  woman 
ivho  wants  to  live  a  lie  — 
but  perhaps  you  would, 
too,  if  you  were  she. 


H,  no!"  cried  Jean  tragically  into  the  telephone. 


"Selma,  don't  tell  me 


There  was  a  pause  in 


which  Selma  was  apparently  telling,  and  at  length. 
The  telephone  was  in  the  hall,  and  from  the  dining 
room,  where  she  was  giving  her  grandchildren  their  sup- 
per, Emily  Dillingham  listened  alertly  for  the  next  spate  of 
words.  If  something  had  shattered  the  Dillingham-Cox 
plans  for  the  evening  she  would  go  to  the  movie  around 
the  corner,  she  resolved  instantly.  It  would  be  a  quiet 
gesture  of  independence,  reminding  Jean  and  Rob  that 
she,  too,  liked  an  evening  out. 

"But,  look!"  Jean  was  not  tragic  now;  her  brisk,  com- 
petent voice  told  that  she  had  thought  up  something. 
"Just  bring  him  over  here.  What's  wrong  with  that? 
Mother  Dillingham  can  look  after  one  more.  .  .  .  Why,  of 
course.  .  .  .  Bring  along  your  bottles.  .  .  .  Oh,  bring  them 
too.  ...  Of  course  it  will  be  all  right.  .  .  .  Fine — be  seeing 
you." 

She  hung  up.  There  was  a  brief  silence.  Wondering  how 
to  break  it  to  me,  Emily  thought.  Then  Jean  appeared  in  the 
open  door.  She  was  in  the  scarlet  robe  in  which  she  had 
dashed  out  of  the  bathroom,  her  silver-blond  hair  pinned 
on  top  of  her  head,  prettier,  Emily  thought,  than  she 
would  be  when  meticulously  made  up  for  the  evening. 

She  flung  a  bright  smile  at  her  mother-in-law  and  said 
gaily,  "Well,  Mother  D.,  I've  let  you  in  for  another  infant." 

It  was  "Mother  D."  when  she  wanted  something,  Emily 
had  long  noted.  She  hated  being  called  "Mother  Dilling- 
ham," being  "Grandmother  Dillingham"  to  the  children, 
yet  it  was  natural  enough,  she  reminded  herself,  for  Jean 
to  feel  her  own  mother  was  "Grandmother."  Yet  "Grand- 
mother Dillingham"  had  a  remote  ring.  She  had  suggested 


"Emily,"  but  Jean  didn't  want  the  children  to  call  adults 
by  their  first  names. 

Emily  said,  "Yes?"  noncommittally,  tilting  up  the  bottle 
in  the  baby's  mouth. 

"I  simply  had  to,"  Jean  declared.  "There  wasn't  any 
other  way.  Selma's  baby  sitter  had  folded  up  at  the  last 
moment — a  date  with  some  boy,  of  course — and  she'd  been 
telephoning  madly  for  a  solid  hour.  You'd  think,  at  seventy- 
five  cents  an  hour  " 

She  broke  off.  She  hadnt  meant  to  remind  me,  Emily 
thought  acutely,  that  the  job  rated  seventy-five  cents  an  hour. 
At  that  price,  she  told  herself,  she  definitely  earned  her 
room  and  board. 

"Well,"  said  Jean,  overriding  the  moment's  constraint, 
"there  wasn't  anyone  to  be  had  at  the  last  moment  and 
Selma  was  sunk,  so  I  said  to  bring  him  over.  She'll  bring 
his  bottles  and  everything.  I  thought  as  long  as  you  were 
coping  with  your  own  grand  " 

She  could  say  dryly,  "I  might  as  well  cope  with  one 
more,"  and  antagonize  Jean,  or  she  could  be  pleasant  and 
say  it  was  the  only  thing  to  do.  She  said  it,  but  her  tone 
was  stiffer  than  she  meant  it  to  be.  She  had  the  uneasy 
feeling  that  this  was  the  beginning  of  something  she  would 
not  like. 

She  asked,  "How  old  is  he?" 

"Six  months.  Don't  you  remember,  Selma  was  just  ahead 
of  me  at  the  hospital?  Same  schedule  as  for  Deborah." 

But  it  would  be  one  more,  Emily  thought  acidly. 

"Selma  says  he's  a  lamb,"  said  Jean,  resolutely  ignoring 
the  lack  of  enthusiasm.  "We'll  have  to  put  him  in  our 
room,  I  suppose.  In  my  bed."  She  waited  a  moment,  but 
Emily  did  not  suggest  putting  him  in  hers.  "That  means  a 
rubber  sheet,"  Jean  went  on.  "Will  you  fix  it  up,  Mother 
D.?  I've  got  to  be  out  of  the  bathroom  before  Rob  rushes 
in.  I  certainly  would  have  hated  to  tell  him  the  evening 
was  wrecked,"  said  Jean,  reverting  to  the  tragic  note. 
"We've  counted  on  it."  She  flashed  a  smile  at  her  mother- 
in-law,  then  looked  down  on  the  baby  girl  in  Emily's  arms 
and  admonished,  "That  bottle  is  empty."  She  glanced  at 
her  small  son,  lolling  sleepily  in  his  chair,  and  told  him, 
"Eat  your  carrots,  Bobby.  Go  ahead  now." 

Bobby  made  a  lazy  movement  with  his  spoon,  his  lashes 
drooping.  "Deedy  fix." 

"Not  Deedy!"  corrected  his  mother.  "Grandmother 
Dillingham." 

"He  can't  say  that,"  said  Emily. 

"Oh,  he'll  say  it  when  he's  a  little  older.  Now  go  ahead 
and  eat,  Bobby,"  she  exhorted;  then,  maternal  chores  ac- 
complished, she  ran  off,  her  red  robe  fluttering. 

Emily  took  the  bottle  away — it  wasn't  quite  empty,  she 
noted — and  turned  the  baby  over  on  her  lap.  For  once  she 
made  no  move  to  feed  Bobby.  She  was  thinking,  What  is 
the  matter  with  me?  Why  couldnt  I  have  been  pleasanter? 
What  did  she  want  Jean  to  do?  Give  up  their  evening  out? 

She  didn't  want  that,  she  told  herself,  though  she  had 
thought  so  quickly  of  going  to  the  movies.  Then  why  on 
earth  couldn't  she  have  been  warmly  kind  and  thrown  her- 
self wholeheartedly  into  the  (Continued  on  Page  246) 


By  ANN  BATCH ELDER 


THERE'S  more  music,  more  poetry  and  more  four-dollar  words  written 
about  spring  than  any  other  months  of  the  year.  Some  of  the  loveliest 
songs  have  been  composed  to  celebrate  this  "youngest  season  of  the  year," 
and  some  of  the  soft  overtones  of  the  songs  themselves  have  crept  into 
the  breezes  and  the  sudden  showers  that  are  the  burden  of  the  first  warm 
days  that  promise  so  much  of  what  is  to  come. 

And  April's  here  at  last.  I  suppose  April  gives  us  more  pleasure  than 
almost  any  other  month.  For  April,  like  Peter  Pan,  never  grows  up.  She's  the 
stage-struck  juvenile  of  the  passing  show,  the  ingenue  in  the  cast,  throwing 
her  lines  to  the  winds  and  ad-libbing  all  over  the  place.  She  laughs  out  of  turn, 
ami  weeps  when  -he  ought  to  laugh,  and  does  all  the  wrong  things.  But  we're 
crazy  about  her  just  the  same.  April  with  an  (Continued  on  Page  124) 


l-IIOIO  lit  Ml 


B>    \\\  It  \ T4  II I  I.  IH  It 


1  My  guitar  lessons  have  begun.  If  you  hear  some 
notes  and  chords  you  haven't  noticed  before,  it'll 
be  me.  Fishing  for  a  fret  that  eludes  me,  fingering 
a  string  that  seems  not  to  jibe  with  any  other 
string,  that  will  be  me.  Searching  for  the  lost 
chord.  But  no  matter  what  I  do,  it  all  sounds 
good— to  me. 

2  Before  you  can  say  "knife"  new  peas  will  be 
coming  along.  Try  heating  about  four  cups  of  the 
little  gems  in  a  cup  of  creamy  milk,  seasoning 
them  with  salt,  pepper,  a  pinch  of  sugar  and  a 
lump  of  butter.  Then  add  a  few  slices  of  crisp 
bacon,  cut  fine.  Put  them  in  a  casserole,  cover  with 
buttered  crumbs  and  reheat  to  a  brown-and- 
bubbling  stage.  Might  give  this  a  whirl. 

3  Don't  forget  that  new  peas  should  be  cooked  in 
the  smallest  possible  quantity  of  water,  not 
drowned  in  a  bucketful.  Some  folks  like  a  few 
yotmgster  onions  and  the  innermost  heart  of 
lettuce  cooked  with  them. 

4  Quite  a  nice  surprise  is  canned  corn  done  with 
tomatoes,  seasoned  well  and  put  in  parboiled 
green-pepper  shells.  They  are  covered  with  but- 
tered crumbs  and  baked  in  a  moderate  oven  un- 
til brown  on  top  and  well  heated. 

5  Now  let  us  jump  to  gingersnaps  and  apple- 
sauce. Crumble  up  a  few  gingersnaps  and  fold  into 
your  "apple  sass."  Serve  very  cold  with  sweet- 
ened, ginger-flavored  whipped  cream  on  top. 
Think  of  anything  sweeter  than  that? 

6  Can't  be  that  bigger  and  better  breakfasts  are 
getting  a  break  after  the  lean  years  of  dry  toast 
and  orange  juice?  I  know  that  coffee  makes  or 
breaks  a  breakfast,  but  that  wasn't  what  I  was 
talking  about.  Coffee  alone  isn't  griddlecakes  or 
scrambled  eggs,  and  doesn't  take  the  place  of  cod- 
fish balls. 

7  Just  for  a  change,  try  warming  honey  next  time 
you  serve  it  with  pancakes  or  waffles.  Just  warm— 
that's  the  ticket.  Not  hot.  That  spoils  the  delicate 
honey  flavor. 

8  Soon  you'll  be  making  berry  pies,  if  you  aren't 
already.  The  frozen  berries  are  dandy  for  these.  A 
nice  thick  meringue  on  top  instead  of  a  crust  is  1  ike 
an  ostrich  plume  on  a  leghorn  hat  a  la  Gibson  Girl. 
A  perfect  setup. 

8  Canlo  I :  Maybe  you're  giving  a  party.  Maybe 
you  can't  stay  home  all  day  to  baste  the  turkey. 
Here's  a  new  trick.  Fix  up  your  turkey  as  usual. 
Then  wrap  it  up  like  a  Christmas  package  in 
shining  aluminum  foil.  (No  red  ribbons,  no  tags.) 
Just  wrap  it  up  snug  as  a  bug  in  a  rug. 

lO  Canlo  1 1 :  Now  put  the  bird  in  an  oven  at  4W3 
F.  and  let  it  alone  for  two  mortal  hours.  Undress  it 
and  roast  it  at  ''75°  until  it  gets  brown  all  over. 
And  you  will  have  a  wonderful  turkey  as  tender 
as  a  jilted  lover's  heart— and  will  get  as  many 
compliments  as  you  should  have.  That's  plenty. 


11  "Double  everything  for  an  evening  party." 
That's  sound  advice.  Especially  in  the  case  of 
oyster  fritters.  Chop  the  oysters,  stir  in  a  highly 
seasoned  batter,  fry  in  deep  fat.  And  remember  the 
toothpicks  and  the  lemon  quarters. 

12  And  here's  one  for  an  afternoon  tea  party. 
Soften  a  cream  cheese  with  a  little  cream.  Add  salt 
to  season,  a  teaspoon  of  grated  orange  rind  and 
a  very  little  sugar.  Cream  it  up  and  spread  be- 
tween thin  slices  of  date-and-nut  bread.  Cut  in 
shapes. 

13  All  this  makes  me  think  of  an  hors  d'oeuvre 
that's  pretty  fancy.  Dip  cooked,  fresh  or  canned 
shrimp  in  prepared  mustard.  Roll  all  over  and 
around  in  fine  crumbs  and  fry  in  deep  hot  fat  until 
they're  the  shade  of  the  last  leaf  on  the  old  oak 
tree.  Toothpicks  again. 

14  Next  time  you  make  up  a  receipt  of  your  fa- 
vorite and  favored  muffins,  add  a  very  little  black- 
walnut  flavoring  and  enough  chopped  black  wal- 
nuts so  you  can/ee/  them.  Know  what  I  mean? 
But  of  course! 

15  A  new,  ready-made  chocolate  frosting.  Noth- 
ing to  do  but  spoon  it  from  the  jar  right  onto  your 
cake.  Soft,  creamy,  good  chocolate  flavor. 

16  Instead  of  using  flour  to  thicken  a  meat  gravy, 
try  this  little  trick :  boil  a  couple  of  onions,  puree 
through  a  fine  sieve,  and  use  for  thickening.  They 
add  an  elegant  flavor  too. 

17  Eggs  taste  extra  good  in  the  spring.  Ever  no- 
tice it?  And  what  you  can  do  with  them — whew! 
Here's  a  new  one — new  to  me,  anyway.  Eggs 
baked  in  condensed  tomato  soup.  Allow  two  table- 
spoons of  soup  to  each  egg.  Top  with  a  little  grated 
cheese  and  bake  in  a  moderate  oven  until  the  eggs 
are  "set." 

18  Hot  cream  of  chicken  soup  has  a  new  elegance 
if  you  garnish  it  with  chopped,  toasted  Brazil  nuts, 
slivered  almonds  or  toasted  walnuts. 

18  I'm  going  for  another  egg  dish.  Poach  enough 
eggs  to  allow  two  for  each  person  at  the  table. 
Put  the  eggs  on  a  glass  oven  platter.  Cover 
with  chopped,  creamed  onions — well  seasoned. 
Sprinkle  with  grated  cheese  and  brown  under 
the  broiler. 

BELINDA 

ItfUitilit .  Ht'iiniia.  ran  uau  /«■«-/ 

iln>  ll<m  «•»  -/»«»/•««■  airy 
Ih  I ht  i  t-  munir  in  lhi>  ■.</<•»<<  «• 

«■/•#•#■«'  uttu  art'f 
#/»«■#  <•  «#-«•  nun  ami  «»n«/  aharw  m«>. 
Itmilina  «•/«*#•.  I  hrar  uau  Hau. 
An  H'ta  itf'il  la  Hau. 
Yuu  !«»  «•  mt: 


20  Ever  try  to  frost  a  cake  when  the  telephone 
didn't  ring?  Can't  be.  But  there's  help  to  be  had. 
Either  let  the  thing  ring  and  forget  it  or  lay  a  damp 
cloth  over  the  bowl  and  your  frosting  will  wait  like 
a  lady.  Either  way  is  all  right — I've  tried  both. 

21  The  man  who  invented  popcorn  ought  to  have 
a  medal.  Maybe  has.  And  what  shall  we  do  for  the 
genius  who  thought  up  popping  wild  rice?  It's  a 
great  little  appetizer  find. 

22  The  day  will  never  come  that  a  new  sandwich 
won't  make  folks  sit  up  and  take  notice.  One  for 
your  collection— you  do  collect,  I  trust — is  to  have 
thin  slices  of  white  bread  well  buttered  and  put  to- 
gether with  cottage  cheese  (sieved)  united  with 
deviled  ham.  One  cup  cheese,  one-fourth  cup 
ham — and  a  teaspoon  or  two  of  catchup  if  you've 
a  notion. 

23  I  know  a  cook  who  makes  an  oyster  stew  with 
part  clam  juice.  Seasons  it  with  celery  salt  too. 
Some  folks  like  this. 

24  From  an  old  cookbook:  "Oysters  should  never 
be  boughten  out  of  the  shell.  One  cannot  know 
from  what  questionable  places  they  originated  or 
have  been  kept.  Even  in  the  shell  great  care  must 
be  exercised."  It's  a  wonder  we  didn't  forget  the 
whole  thing. 

25  The  Italians  have  a  name  for  it.  To  us  it's 
spinach.  Creamed  in  small  pastry  shells  with 
grated  onion  and  hard-boiled  egg  on  top,  it's  a 
Roman  idea.  In  Tuscany,  they  cook  it  with  to- 
mato paste  and  chopped  onion.  When  it's  just 
tender,  slices  of  crisp  bacon  are  crumbled  up  and 
added.  And  still  it's  spinach! 

28  Apple  butter,  instead  of  applesauce,  makes  a 
nice  change  with  roast  pork. 

27  A  baked  chocolate  custard  is  good  served 
with  a  little  plain  cream — but  a  coffee-flavored 
cream  is  a  party  touch. 

28  I  have  a  good  mind  to  tell  you  something  I've 
no  doubt  told  you  before  about  apple  rings.  Fried 
apple  rings  should  be  nicely  glazed  and  browned, 
and  the  way  they  get  that  way  is  this: 

28  Well,  pare,  core  and  slice  some  nice  tart 
apples.  In  the  faithful  frying  pan,  put  four  table- 
spoons of  butter  or  margarine  and  a  cup  of  brown 
sugar.  When  this  bubbles  and  acts  pretty,  drop 
in  the  rings.  Cook  very  slowly.  They'll  be  ten- 
der. They'll  be  glazed.  They'll  be  gorgeous.  Serve 
with  ham,  pork,  spareribs  —  oh,  you  know  about 
that. 

3©  And  so  we  part,  only  to  meet  again.  Little 
growing  things  are  whisj)ering  at  my  feet.  The 
brook  is  up  to  the  big  rock  again,  and  the  lilacs 
will  soon  be  out.  I 'd  send  you  all  a  tulip  and  a  jon- 
quil if  I  could.  Hut  I've  sent  you  some  sage  advice 
and  it  will  last  longer  than  any  tulip  ever  grown. 


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LADIES-  HOME  JOl  K.N  A  I. 


Vpril.  1 


To  every  woman  who  longs 


Fascinating,  isn't  she,  this  lovely  British  Peeress? 


HIE ^AfARCHJCX  VESS  OF  QUEEJVSBER^jr 

Her  charming,  speaking  fare  is  eloquent  of  the  delightful, 
understanding  woman  that  is  her  Inner  Self.  The  Marchioness 
has  the  loveliest  wild-rose  complexion  imaginable.  "I  couldn't 
do  without  Pond  s  Cold  Cream,"  she  says.  "It  keeps  my  skin 
BO  clean  and  soft!  It  really  is  delightful." 


N  EVERY  walk  of  life  you  meet  them— 
countless  women  w  ho  are  being  held  back  only 
by  themselves.  They  lead  timid,  ineffectual  lives, 
because  they  feel  tethered  by  long  strings  of 
self-doubt. 

\  et — no  woman  needs  to  live  under  this  self- 
belittling  shadow.  You  can  become  a  new  You — 
lovely,  outgoing,  effective! 

A  limitless  power  within  yourself  can  help 
you.  This  power  wells  up  from  the  constant 
interaction  of  your  Outer  Self  and  your  Inner 
Self — the  w  ay  you  look  and  the  w  ay  you  feel. 

Isn't  it  true,  that  when  you  look  charming 
and  lovely  and  bright,  it  makes  you  feel  inwardly 
happy,  socially  at  ease?  But — just  let  yourself 
think  you  are  not  looking  your  best,  and  you 
retreat  into  a  miserable  self-consciousness. 

Take  a  New  Slant  on  You! 

Resolve,  now,  to  face  yourself  and  your  world 
in  a  new  and  positive  w  ay.  L  se  as  a  starting  point 
a  better  w  ay  of  living,  based  on  the  laws  of  health 
and  beauty. ..daily  exercise  to  keep  you  limber 
...good  sleep.. .the  right  food. ..enough  water... 
and,  of  course,  meticulous  cleanliness. 

Take  a  New  Look  at  your  Face 
Look  critically  at  your  face — as  you  would  at  a 
stranger.  Look  at  your  skin  especially.  Does  it 
have  a  darkish  undertone?  Are  the  pores  coarse? 
It  is  just  plain  old-fashioned  to  put  up  with  un- 
lovely skin — particularly  when  you  can  so  easily 
do  so  much  to  make  it  appealing. 

.Xothing  quite  equals  good  creaming  for  giving 
complexions  that  touchably  soft-and-fresh  look. 
And  the  special  "Outside-Inside"  Face  Treat- 
ment with  Pond's  Cold  Cream  (see  directions 
opposite)  has  a  remarkable  way  of  doing  charm- 
ing things  for  your  face— for  you! 

kkom  the  outside — light,  fluffy  Pond's  Cold  Cream  thor- 
oughly cleanses,  softens  your  skin  as  you  massage. 

moM  the  inside — every  step  of  this  treatment  stimulates 
the  blood  in  your  cheeks  to  new  beauty-giving  activity. 

Every  night  pamper  your  face  with  this  extra- 
rewarding  Pond's  beauty  care.  See  how  your 
skin  will  bloom  in  fresh  new  loveliness. 

I  low  to  i  hitsmarl  I  )r\  Skin 

Dry  skin  does  most  unhappy  things  to  faces. 
So.  lake  prompt  -tep-.  to  give  your  face  added 
softening  help.  From  2.">  on,  the  natural  oil  that 
keeps  *kin  soft  and  pliant  starts  decreasing. 


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to  bring  out  her  true  self 


Before  40,  skin  may  lose  as  much  as  20Tc  or  its 
own  softening  oil.  You  can  make  up  for  this 
loss  by  giving  your  skin  extra  daily  help  with 
Pond's  Dry  Skin  Cream.  This  cream  is  very 
rich  in  lanolin — most  like  the  skin's  own  oil, 
and  it  is  homogenized  to  soak  in  better.  It  softens 
dry,  rough  skin  amazingly. 

A  Greaseless  Powder  Base 
ir  your  skin  foels  "coated"  under  a  heavy  foun- 
dation— here's  the  secret  or  a  powder  base  that 
is  misty-light.  Before  you  make-up,  smooth  on 
a  thin  protective  veil  or  Pond's  Vanishing  Cream. 
It  disappears  instantly,  leaving  only  an  invisible 
film  on  your  skin.  No  shade  problem. 

And — a  1-Minute  Mask  or  Pond's  Vanishing 
Cream  is  a  swift  beauty  pick-up.  Lavishly  cover 
your  race  (except  eyes)  with  the  cream.  After 
1  minute,  tissue  all  off.  Your  skin  will  look 
marvelously  waked-up ! 

"One  Enchanted  Make-Up" 
You'll  foel  like  bursting  into  song  about  Pond's 
Angel  Face — the  make-up  that's  foundation  and 
powder  all-in-one.  Angel  Face  goes  on  with  its 
own  puff — and  stays.  No  greasy  fingertips.  No 
watery  sponge.  Never  drying  .  .  .  never  shiny. 
Perfect  for  your  handbag,  because  Angel  Face 
cant  spill.  And  it  comes  in  6  angelic  shades. 

For  your  gayest  salute  to  loveliness,  you'll 
naturally  want  Pond's  "Lips."  The  new,  improved 
formula  that  stays  on  even  longer,  makes  this  well- 
loved  lipstick  better  than  ever.  8  lip-flattering 
shades!  Pond's  "Lips"  Dither  has  an  adorable 
spring-pink  look  you'll  surely  want  to  try ! 

"Outside-Inside" 


Face  Treatment 


Tear  out  these  easy  directions 
Tuck  up  in  your  mirror  frame 

Always  at  bedtime  (for  day  cleansings,  too)  help 

your  face  this  way — to  show  a  lovelier  You: 

Hot  Stimulation — quick  splash  of  hot  water. 

Cream  Cleanse — swirl  light,  fluffy  Pond's  Cold 
Cream  all  over  your  face  to  soften,  sweep  dirt 
and  make-up  from  pore  openings.  Tissue  off. 

Cream  Rinse — do  another  soft  Pond's  creaming 
to  rinse  off  last  traces  of  dirt,  leave  skin  lubri- 
cated, immaculate.  Tissue  again — lightly. 

Cold  Stimulation — a  tonic  cold  water  splash. 

So  quick !  So  easy !  And — so  wonderfully  rewarding ! 


Adorable  young  member 


>f  America's  foremost  families. 


^ATKS.  C^iJVTtfOJVr  DREXEL  JJUKE 


All  who  see  her  are  warmed  by  the  Inner  Charm  that  glows 
out  from  her  lovely  race.  Mrs.  Duke  has  the  beautifully  clear, 
soft  skin  that  makes  you  wonder  how  she  cares  for  it.  "I  use 
Pond's,"  she  says  — "Pond's  has  a  way  or  leaving  my  skin  soft 
and  smooth — and  wonderfully  refteshed." 


Your  face  is  what  You  make  it.  Help  your  face  to  look  lovelier — with  Pond's! 


....  Beauty  is  a  kind  or  genius  to  be 
encouraged  in  everyone.  It  is  not  vanity  to  develop  the  beauty 
or  your  own  race.  It  makes  you  reflect  a  most  charming,  happy 
confidence — brings  others  closer  to  your  real  Inner  SelL 


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VpriL  |<i 


\\  l>  I  I  l(  I  I  Ml 


(Continued  from  Pate  3°) 


Cashmere  Bouquet 
is  actually  milder  for 

all  types  of  skin  

than  most  other  leading 
toilet  soaps 

Yes,  in  laboratory  tests  conducted  under  severest 
conditions  on  normal,  dry  and  oily  skin  types  .  .  . 
Cashmere  Bouquet  Soap  was  proved  milder!  So 
use  Cashmere  Bouquet  regularly  in  your  daily  bath 
and  for  your  complexion,  too.  It  will  leave  your 
skin  softer,  smoother  .  .  .  flower-fresh  and  younger 
looking!  The  lingering,  romantic  fragrance  of 
Cashmere  Bouquet  come-  only  from  a  secret  wedding 
of  rare  perfumes,  far  costlier  than  you  would  expect 
to  find  in  an\  soap.  Fastidious  women  cherish 
Cashmere  Bouquet  lor  this  ''fragrance  men  love". 


Cash  mere 
Bouquet 


In  a  New  Bath  Size 
Cake,  Too! 


Now  _  At  the  Lowest  Price  In  History! 


"How  can  I  explain  it?  Years  and  years  I 
lived  with  the  feeling  that  I  was  standing  on 
my  head.  Like  living  through  one  nightmare 
after  another.  Like  living  with  yourself  as 
with  a  stranger.  .  .  .  You  reach  for  something 
and  you  grasp  emptiness.  You  want  to  cry 
out— you  find  that  you  have  lost  your  voice. 
Or  you  run  and  something  holds  you  back. 
Can  I  explain  it?  I  — I  have  only  one  word  for 
it.  Unreal." 

Martin  gave  a  start.  "You  want  your  life 
to  be  real?" 

"Yes.  I  want  my  life  to  be  real." 

"You  are  trembling." 

"I  don't  wish  to  tremble,"  Lisa  said.  "I 
can  be  very  strong.  I  lied  to  you  when  I  told 
you  I  came  to  Nordune  alone." 

"With  whom  did  you  come?" 

"With  Marcus,  my  brother." 

Her  head  was  on  his  shoulder  and  her  hair 
touched  his  cheek.  Martin  knew  that  the 
trust  they  shared  in  this  hour  was  stronger 
and  more  precious  than  the  desire  to  possess 
and  the  readiness  to  submit  to  possession. 

"Where  is  Marcus?"  he  asked. 

"He  is  with  a  band  of  guerrillas.  It's  be- 
cause of  him  that  I  tried  to  run  away  to 
America." 

"You  traveled  with  the  guerrillas?" 

"Yes."  She  added.  "I  am  sorry  I  lied  to 
you." 

"What  sort  of  guerrillas?  Against  whom?  " 

"Russia.  Marcus'  men  rob  and  kill.  With 
the  money  they  smuggle  weapons  from  Bel- 
gium to  Berlin.  They  all  have  revolvers. 
But  they  made  a  law  that  ^^^^^^^^ 
revolvers  should  only  be  ■■^^^^■i 
used  in  defense  against 
the  police.  They  use 
knives.  Or  pieces  of  piano 
wire.  When  I  told  Marcus 
that  I  wanted  to  go  away, 
he  pulled  out  a  wire  which 
had  a  wooden  grip  tied  at  ^^^^^^^^^ 
each  end.  He  put  the  wire  ^^^^M^^B 
around  my  neck.  'Little 
sister,'  he  said,  'it's  silent,  very  painful.  Like 
this!'  Then  he  tightened  the  wire  and  I 
begged  him  to  let  me  go." 

"When  did  this  happen?" 

"A  week  ago." 

"Here  in  Nordune?" 

"Yes." 

The  silence  in  the  cabin  was  profound. 
The  mournful  hooting  of  the  storm  had  re- 
ceded into  the  distance. 

Martin  asked.  "You  ran  away  from  your 
brother?" 

"I  ran  away  from  the  killing."  Lisa  said 
simply. 

"Tell  me  how  you  came  to  Nordune." 

"Shall  I  really?" 

"Yes." 

"We  lived  in  a  village  not  far  from  Riga." 
Lisa  began.  "My  father,  my  mother  and 
Marcus.  And  Sonia,  who  was  a  sister  four 
years  younger  than  I.  My  father  was  the 
master  of  a  school.  We  lived  in  a  house 
which  belonged  to  my  father.  We  had  two 
cows  and  many  chickens  and  also  a  few 
ducks.  My  mother  grew  vegetables  in  her 
garden.  Sometimes  in  the  evenings,  when 
friends  came  to  visit,  my  mother  played  the 
piano  and  my  father  sang.  We  all  loved  to 
hear  him  sing.  He  knew  many  Russian  and 
German  songs,  and  in  the  village  he  was  re- 
spected." Lisa  paused.  "I  think  we  were  a 
happy  family." 
"Go  on." 

"Early  in  the  summer,  the  Russians  came 
to  Latvia.  That  was  six  years  ago.  I  was  in 
school,  studying  to  become  a  teacher.  The 
letter  carrier  burst  into  the  school.  'The  Rus- 
sians are  coming.'  he  cried.  Suddenly  every- 
body ran  to  Ux>k  out  of  the  windows.  I  saw 
the  first  Russian  soldiers  in  trucks.  They  were 
covered  with  dust  and  they  carried  guns. 

"In  front  of  the  schoolhousc  a  man  who 
was  not  a  soldier  made  a  s|xc<h  He  said  the 
Id  inns  had  ( rime  to  free  us  from  the  yoke 
of  fascist  landlords.  'We  are  free  men  on  free 
land,'  my  father  said.  'We  do  not  carry 
yokes  on  our  shoulders.'  The  Russian  said, 


^  There  is  one  Mm  I  of  rc- 
^  liiiion  in  which  the  more 
devoted  a  man  is,  the  fewer 
proselytes  he  makes:  the  wor- 
ship of  himself. 

—  GEORGE  MACDONALD. 


'Who  are  you?'  'I  am  the  schoolmaster,'  n 
father  said.  'Then  keep  your  mouth  shu  ( 
the  Russian  told  him. 

"That  night  at  home  we  were  afrm 
Everybody  expected  my  father  to  be  all 
rested,  fie  put  his  papers  in  order,  he  gave  i< 
structions  to  my  mother  about  our  future.  I 
prepared  everything  for  his  arrest.  Nothit 
happened.  The  Russian  soldiers  passed  ( 
quickly.  But  then  other  Russians  came.  Tin, 
wore  boots  and  leather  jackets  on  the  hottc 
summer  days. 

Soon  our  school  was  closed.  All  the  pea 
ants  who  had  more  than  five  cows  or  twent 
hectares  of  land  were  arrested.  They  wei 
taken  away  on  trucks.  After  that  their  fan 
ilies  were  taken  away.  The  director  of  ou 
newspaper  was  shot  dead  at  night.  With  tl 
mayor  and  his  secretary  it  was  the  same.  Oi 
pastor  was  taken  away.  The  Russians  d 
vided  the  farms  among  the  farm  laborer 
They  collected  all  the  livestock  and  gave  or 
cow  to  each  laborer.  All  the  other  cows  wei 
herded  on  trucks  and  sent  to  Russia.  Tin 
soldiers  came  and  looted  all  the  houses. 

"My  father  was  told  he  must  work  in 
cellulose  factory.  Many  of  our  men  protests 
Some  were  shot,  others  taken  away  and  se 
to  Russia,  and  Russians  came  to  take  tht  i 
places  on  the  land.  Marcus  ran  away  to  tl  U 
guerrillas  who  lived  in  the  forests.  That 
where  he  learned  to  kill. 

"When  the  war  between  Russia  and  Gt 
many  began,  all  the  Letts  rejoiced.  'Now  ti  • 
^^^^^^^^      devil  and  his  brother  wil 
devour  one  another,'  the 
said. 

"Before  the  German 
conquered  Latvia.  th| 
Russians  destroyed  everyj 
thing  they  could.  Ou) 
house  was  burned  by  Rusj 
^^^^^^^^      sian  soldiers.  We  hid  undej 
^^^^^■■W      mounds  of  carrots.  The 
the  Germans  came. 
"The  Germans  were  cruel  in  a  differeni 
way.  Marcus  came  back  from  the  forests 
Soon  he  became  a  scout  for  the  Germans.  Mi 
father  was  sent  to  work  in  a  shoe  factorj 
which  made  shoes  for  the  German  army.  Ml 
mother  was  sent  to  work  in  a  hospital.  Mi 
sister  Sonia  and  I  were  sent  to  a  school  wherJ 
the  teachers  were  Germans.  After  school  wi 
had  to  work  in  the  fields. 

"Our  young  men — those  who  had  not  beeB| 
taken  by  the  Russians— were  sent  to  Gerj 
many  to  work,  or  to  fight  in  the  Germail 
army.  Some  who  did  not  want  to  go  wer^| 
killed.  In  another  year  only  women,  childre 
and  old  men  were  left  in  our  village. 

"Three  years  went  by.  Or  four.  Lonj 
years.  We  lived  like  people  for  whom  tirri'  | 
was  standing  still.  We  thought  that  the  wa  | 
would  last  forever  and  that  peace  was  some 
thing  that  had  never  really  existed.  Marcu 
was  wounded  in  the  fighting  east  of  Odessa  J 
He  came  back  to  Latvia  to  rest.  Ever 
on  crutches  he  was  brown  and  wild.  Before 
he  was  wrell,  the  Germans  sent  him  to  fight 
in  Finland. 

"Soon  people  were  saying  that  the  Rus 
sians  would  come  back  to  Latvia.  At  the  sam 
time  the  people  did  not  dare  to  believe  that 
there  was  truth  in  the  things  they  said.  One 
night  we  heard  much  shooting.  The  Germans 
were  shooting  all  prisoners  in  a  clearing  in  a 
nearby  forest.  W  hen  this  hapi>ened  we  knew 
that  the  Russians  would  come  back. 

"Somebody  dynamited  the  shoe  factory  in 
which  my  father  worked.  Among  themselves 
the  Germans  were  lighting  for  |x>ssession  of 
trucks  on  which  to  flee  from  the  Russians. 
But  my  father  said,  'We  are  Letts.  We  sta> 
where  we  belong.  We  stay  in  Lettland.'" 

At  this  |x>int  Lisa  interrupted  the  flow  of 
her  words.  "Are  you  still  listening?"  she 
asked.  "Maybe  you  will  not  like  it.  Tell  me 
when  I  shall  stop." 
"All  right." 

"Again  the  Russians  came."  Lisa  said 
heavily.  "A  day  before  t hey  arrived,  Marcus 
came  home.  He  brought  hand  grenades  and 

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Does  your  girdle 
have  a  crush  on  you  ? 


Twins  may  be  the  same  height  and  weight— yet  need 
entirely  different  girdles  to  be  comfortably  fitted. 

So  if  you  want  to  be  arresting  without  being 
pinched,  slip  into  the  Warner's  3-Way-Sized  girdle 
made  to  fit  just  you  in  length,  hip-size  and  control. 

From  over  300  styles  and  sizes  you  can  choose 
the  Warner's  girdle  or  bra  that  fits  your  purse,  too. 
Girdles  begin  at  $3.50.  Bras  at  $1.00. 


Sta-Up-Top  Le  Gant  Pantie  Girdle  #65.5.  Pink,  white,  black.  $15.00. 
Bra  #2299.  ABC  cups.  Pink,  white.  $3.50. 


1  Your  choice  of  length 

_L  It's  only  fitting  that  your  girdle  should  be  your  length.  A  too-long  girdle  keeps  you 
pulling  and  yanking.  A  too-short  does  its  own  pulling  at  precious  stockings.  In  a  Warner's 
you  can  pick  the  length  that's  designed  especially  for  you.  The  Sta-Up-Top  Le  Gant  shown 
here  features  that  famous  waist-smoothie  that  won't  roll  over. 


2 PIUS  your  choice  of  hip  size 
Here's  a  hip-tip:  a  too-wide  girdle  washboard- 
wrinkles  at  the  sides  while  a  too-small  girdle  binds 
your  thighs  into  unlovely  bulges.  There's  a  Warner's 
that's  just  right  for  you  because  Warner's  are  hip-sized 
to  fit  you  perfectly. 


3 PLUS  your  choice  of  control 
You'll  have  a  line  of  least  resistance  if  it's  one  with 
the  comfiest  insistence  — Warner's.  You'll  be  comfort- 
ably lovely  whether  you  choose  the  free  'n'  easy  control 
of  light,  mesh  elastics  or  the  firmer  control  of  tightly 
woven  elastics.  Warner's  bras  are  3-Way-Sized,  too,  in 
cup,  band  and  uplift.  At  finer  stores. 


WARNER'S 


Foundations  and  Bras 


WORLD  FAMOUS  FOR  LE  GANT*  •  A'LURE*  .  STA-UP-TOP*  .  "FREE-LIFT"  .  WARNER ETTE* 
•Re;;.  U.  S.  Pat.  0(T.,  The  Warner  Brothers  Company,  New  York  16,  Chicago  6,  San  Francisco  8 


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(Continual  from  Page  7 ft) 
two  hams.  My  mother  asked  how  he  got  the 
hams.  Marcus  cried,  'The  owner's  throat  was 
cut.  What  good  are  hams  to  a  man  with  a  cut 
throat?'  My  mother  and  father  forbade  us  to 
touch  the  hams.  They  also  refused  to  follow 
Marcus'  advice  that  we  all  should  flee  with 
the  German  army.  'Then  I  will  stay  too,' 
Marcus  said.  Secretly  my  father  was  proud 
of  him.  Marcus  went  to  the  forest  and  dug  a 
cave  under  a  large  oak.  'I  am  going  to  live  in 
the  cave,'  he  said.  'I  am  going  to  eat  ham  and 
kill  Bolsheviks.' 

"At  that  time  our  family  lived  in  a  shack 
we  had  built  out  of  logs  and  any  pieces  of 
wood  we  could  find.  Part  of  it  was  made  of 
straw  and  mud.  We  were  very  poor — nothing 
was  left  that  any  soldier  might  want  to  steal. 
The  first  Russians  drove  in  tanks.  They  did 
not  bother  us.  After  them  came  the  reserves 
and  the  policemen  and  the  Lettish  Com- 
munists. Early  in  the  morning  one  Russian 
and  two  Lettish  Communists  came  to  our 
hut.  They  took  my  father  away.  This  I  shall 
never  forget.  My  mother  put  her  arms 
around  the  boots  of  the  Russian,  begging 
him  not  to  take  away  my  father.  The  Lettish 
Communists  kicked  my  mother  until  she  was 
unconscious.  'Death  to  all  Fascists,'  they  said. 
Then  they  marched  my  father  to  a  truck  al- 
ready filled  with  other  arrested  men. 

"That  night  we  all  went  to  the  cave  Mar- 
cus had  dug  in  the  forest.  My  mother  said  to 
Marcus,  'They  have  taken  your  father  away. 
You  are  now  the  head  of  our  family.  Is  it  too 
late  for  us  to  flee  into  Germany?'  'No,'  Mar- 
cus said.  'A  will  finds  a  way.' 

"A  night  and  another  we  slept  in  the  cave. 
The  third  night  Marcus  led  us  across  woods 
and  fields  into  Riga.  There 
we  hid  111  the  workshop  of  ■■■■H^H 
a  friend,  who  was  a  tan- 
ner. Each  night  the  tanner 
and  Marcus  went  out  to 
explore  the  possibilities  of 
escaping  from  Riga.  There 
was  a  big  confusion  in  the  MBHIH^^H 
city. 

"Sonia  and  I  never  left  the  tanner's  shop. 
My  mother  went  out  to  search  for  food.  She 
was  stopped  by  a  Kirghiz  patrol.  They  took 
her  to  a  house.  They  gave  her  dirty  uni- 
forms. 'Wash  our  clothes,'  they  said.  After- 
wards they  raped  her.  When  we  saw  her,  her 
face  was  bleeding  from  the  blows  the  soldiers 
had  struck.  She  sank  in  a  corner.  'That  I  had 
never  been  born ! '  she  cried.  'That  I  should 
die  of  shame !' 

"One  night  Marcus  told  us  to  follow  him 
and  the  tanner  to  a  small  harbor  eleven  kilo- 
meters from  Riga.  We  walked  through  the 
night.  Marcus  was  in  front  with  a  grenade  in 
each  hand.  Then  came  Sonia  and  me.  Behind 
us  my  mother  walked.  She  also  held  a  gre- 
nade. The  last  was  the  tanner,  who  possessed 
a  pistol.  Fishermen  rowed  us  out  into  the 
gulf.  There  we  boarded  a  small  ship,  which 
they  called  a  motor  sailer.  Many  other  people 
were  on  the  ship.  Letts  and  Finns,  women, 
many  children,  a  few  men.  We  sailed  away 
in  the  night.  After  three  days  we  landed  at 
Konigsberg. 

"Already  the  Russian  armies  were  in  front 
of  Konigsberg.  We  found  a  bomb  shelter.  It 
was  so  crowded  there  was  no  room  to  lie 
down.  Later  we  found  a  good  cellar  under  a 
bombed  house.  German  soldiers  were  fighting 
to  keep  open  the  highway  that  leads  from 
Konigsberg  to  Pillau.  Thousands  fled. 

Fiien  the  Russian  infantry  entered 
Konigsberg.  Frightened  Nazis  came  to  our 
cellar.  They  started  to  rob  the  civilians  of 
civilian  clothes.  But  Marcus  and  the  other 
civilians  killed  the  Nazis.  It  was  horrible, 
but  we  were  too  much  like  trapped  beasts  to 
feel  the  horror.  Already  my  mother  had  dis- 
covered that  she  had  been  made  pregnant 
by  the  Kirghiz  soldiers.  She  was  very  strong. 
'The  soldiers  made  me  a  child  I  don't  want.' 
'I  hai  was  all  my  rnolhei  said. 

"  All  ol  a  sudden  a  Russian  lieutenant  came 

into  our  cellar,  Hi-  carried  a  machine  pistol. 

Soldiers  came  with  him.  We  ex|>cctcd  to  be 

killed,  Everybody  was  silent  until  the  lieu- 

tenani  said,  'Uhren?  watches?'  The  men 
who  had  watches  gave  them  <|in<  kly  to  the 
soldiers.  'I  hen  the  lieutenant  said,  'German 


He  who  receives  a  good 
^  turn  should  never  forget 
it;  he  who  does  one  should 
never  remember  it.  — CHARRON. 


AprilJ 

women— ninlegen!'  My  mother  cried  th; 
were  Latvian,  not  German.  'No  differc 
the  lieutenant  said.  'All  Fascists.'  Thesol 
pinned  the  men  against  the  wall  with 
chine  pistols.  More  Russians  came.  J 
threw  us  on  the  floor  and  raped  us.] 
mother  was  thrown  down  on  a  dead  Naz 
raped.  Sonia  was  raped.  Mercifully  she 
consciousness.  Other  women  were  dra 
into  our  cellar.  Every  one  of  them  was  r;1 
In  the  end  I  could  not  feel  the  pain 
longer.  I  did  not  care  what  happened  t( 
I  was  not  I  any  more.  I  was  somebody 
"After  Konigsberg  capitulated,  Ru 
police  troops  marched  us  through  the  \ 
ing  city  to  the  village  called  Rothens 
There  everybody  was  robbed  of  ck 
that  were  not  torn  and  dirty.  Then  ej 
tenth  man  was  called  out  and  shot.  1 
today,  I  can  hear  the  sound  of  bullets 
ting  bones.  The  tanner  was  shot  dead, 
cus  was  lucky.  From  a  dead  Russian  h 
taken  a  picture  of  Stalin.  He  showed  t 
the  Russians  and  he  was  not  shot. 


After  the  killing  we  were  marched 
ward,  to  Drugehnen.  It  was  a  long  m, 
Each  time  we  came  to  an  encampment  t 
was  a  halt.  All  the  girls  and  women  ir 
group  were  pushed  to  the  ground  and  r; 
from  the  youngest  to  the  oldest.  The  sol 
who  raped  were  not  Slavs.  On  the  man 
Drugehnen  they  were  Mongols.  Manj 
men  refused  to  go  on.  They  lay  by  the  i 
side.  They  were  tired  of  living.  The  M< 
soldiers  raped  them  and  then  pierced 
throats  with  bayonets.  I  saw  many  w< 
perish  in  this  manner.  My  mother  poss 
a  terrible  courage.  She  beat  Sonia  an< 
with  a  stick  to  make  u 
^■■■■■B      up  and  march  on. 

"For one  week,  day 
day,  we  were  man 
across  meadows,  for 
moors.  Near  a  vil 
called  Mahlau  we 
■■■^HHR  aSed  to  escape  dunm 
night.  Marcus  kills 
sentry.  With  a  rock.  We  were  starving 
rags.  Our  feet  were  wounded.  Marcus  le 
on.  'Lettlanders  don't  die  so  easy,'  he 
He  led  us  to  the  ruin  of  a  large  estate.  A 
that  had  not  been  milked  followed  us.  P 
cus  milked  the  cow  and  then  killed  it. 
drank  milk  and  slept.  We  made  a  fire  to  c 
We  ate  cow  meat  and  slept  more.  Thei 
were  discovered  by  three  Mongols  who 
seen  the  smoke. 

"The  Mongols  tied  Marcus  to  a  tree.  1 
they  raped  Sonia,  who  was  the  younj 
Sonia  screamed  and  cried.  One  Mongol 
on  Sonia's  face  to  make  her  quiet.  Soni; 
him.  While  one  soldier  raped  her,  the  c 
who  was  bitten  took  his  rifle  and  shot  S 
through  the  head.  My  mother  shoi 
'Shoot  us  too,  please!'  The  biggest  of 
Mongols  could  understand.  'No,'  he 
He  threw  Sonia's  body  out  of  a  win 
Then  he  raped  me.  Other  Mongols  rapec 
mother.  After  they  finished,  they  told  i 
jump  out  of  the  window.  We  jumped.  I 
Mongols  arrived  in  the  garden  and  when 
saw  us  they  raped  us  in  the  presence  of  fl> 
cus  and  of  the  body  of  Sonia.  Sonia's 
were  blue.  In  death  they  were  wide  ope 
"Then  a  Russian  officer  came  in  a  tank 
ordered  that  the  soldiers  who  had  raped  i 
taken  away  and  shot.  He  gave  us  bread  a 
blanket.  He  allowed  us  to  bury  Sonia. 
she  is  sleeping  now.  My  mother  said,  'SI 
in  heaven.'  I  said,  'Yes,  mother.'  I  do 
believe  in  heaven.  Can  you  understand  w 
I  say  that  I  have  lost  all  faith  in  God? 

"A  day  after  the  death  of  Sonia  the  1 
sians  marched  more  than  five  hundred 
to  Neuersdorf,  near  the  city  of  Gumbin 
We  were  kept  in  barracks  and  put  to  wor 
was  put  to  scrubbing  floors.  My  mother 
put  to  whitewashing  the  rooms  of  Rusi 
officers.  All  day  she  had  to  stand  on  a  lac 
An  officer  gave  Marcus  work  teaching 
diers  how  to  repair  the  motors  of  trucks.! 
November  only  one  hundred  and  twentyfa 
ol  us  were  still  alive.  Most  were  classed!! 
(.ioii|>  III  unlit  to  work.  We  were  sent  ill 
c  amp  near  Instci  burg.  There,  each  day,  M' 
i  us  was  taken  to  examinations.  The  Kussill 


a  ontinutd  on  i'me.  Hi) 


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it 


the 
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boast  • 


.IN 


45  M1 


1  1>~4 


*o,i';S"°"  sti*  "ft.*""  '"rs to* 

Rice'- 


taziNG  New  Rice  Discovery 

for  quick- to-fix? 

memory-making  meals ! 


★  NO  washing! 

★  NO  rinsing! 

★  NO  draining! 

★  NO  steaming! 

★  PERFECT  RICE 

EVERY  TIME! 


What  a  miraculous  timesaver— just  bring  fine,  long- 
grained  Minute  Rice  to  a  boil!  No  other  cooking 
necessary  to  turn  out  snow-white,  fluffy,  delectable 
rice  every  time! 

Stock  your  kitchen  shelf  with  this  new  pre-cooked 
Minute  Brand  marvel,  and  you'll  always  be  ready  to 
concoct  a  festive  dish— on  the  double! 


MAGlC 


IN  15  M' 

home 

Fam'ny 


urates'- 


dub  .  Rice,  y°u  ca"  e  Mi"ule  ,f  serving  o(,.  ,„d  mO<* 


of theexwa  V 


have  a 


P       tEMP^GlNSC25MlN^ES-  forlhoseVeft; 

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gutter  rice,  v 


For  tastier, 
quick- quick  meals 


Minute 


BRAND 


A  Product  of  General  Foods 


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April,  WS( 


7%e  ftps  in  6orfdms 


Wonderful  for  "MOTHER'S  DAY" — or  any  day!  the  new  wonder-working 
"tops  in  bottoms"  prevents  hot  spots  .  .  .  minimizes  scorching,  sticking,  spoilage. 
Ideal  for  "water-less"  or  regular  cooking  .  .  .  for  use  on  any  type  of  stove. 
Exclusive  heat-withstanding  Non-Slip  handles.  Unsurpassed  for  long-time  service. 
13  magnificently  matched  pieces  ...  at  reliable  stores  everywhere. 

1-  ql.  Covered  Saucepan  S3. 95 

2-  0,1.  Covered  Soucepon .  5.30  f} 

3-  ql.  Covered  Saucepan   4.10  * 

4-  qi.  Covered  Soucepon  (.85 
4-qf .  Covered  Soucepol  6.85 
6  qi.  Covered  Soucepol  8  65 
8-ql.  Covered  Soucepol  9  95 
Jql.  Double  loiter  8.65 
V  fir  Pan  379 
•'/,"  Frv  Ton  5.19 
10'/,"  frv  fan  JAi 
10'/,"  Chicken  frver  10.95 
5  ql.  Dutch  Oven  11.95 


1900-1950 


r-       /  Illustrated  36-page  Gift  Book.  Write: 
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wanted  him  to  say  that  he  was  a  spy.  After 
he  had  two  broken  ribs,  a  broken  jaw,  and 
sores  on  all  ten  finger  tips,  they  classed  him 
also  as  crippled.  They  told  him  that  he  would 
be  released  with  us.  We  were  pushed  on  a 
train  that  was  going  to  Frankfort  on  the  Oder. 

"It  was  a  train  of  freight  cars.  Often  it 
stopped  because  the  locomotive  needed  re- 
pair. There  was  straw  in  the  freight  cars.  The 
cars  were  so  crowded  we  stood  pressed 
against  each  other,  day  and  night.  Soon  the 
straw  was  filthy.  Lice  and  hunger.  Thirst  and 
cold  were  worse. 

"A  day  before  we  arrived  in  Frankfort  on 
the  Oder  it  was  announced  that  the  train 
would  be  separated  in  two  halves.  The  rear 
half  would  be  left  in  Frankfort.  The  front 
half  would  be  pulled  elsewhere  by  the  loco- 
motive. Many  of  the  families  were  not  in  the 
same  part  of  the  train.  Marcus  and  I  were  in 
a  car  in  the  rear.  Our  mother  was  in  the  front 
half  of  the  train.  We  were  terrified  of  what 
might  happen. 

"We  arrived  in  Frankfort  on  the  evening 
of  a  very  cold  day.  Many  were  too  numb  to 
stand  on  their  feet.  They  just  fell  out  of  the 
cars.  Marcus  lifted  me  high  over  the  heads  of 
the  other  people.  We  got  out  quickly.  As  fast 
as  our  legs  would  carry  us  we  ran  to  the  front 
of  the  train.  We  shouted,  'Alexandra  Ber- 
zins!  Alexandra  Ber- 


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By  Ingcborg  Kayku 

The  air  is  deep 

With  undertow. 
All  the  leaves  know  it 
And  let  go. 

All  leaves  but  oak 

Released,  give  in 
To  downward  weighted 
Float  and  spin. 

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zins !'  That  was  the  name 
of  our  mother.  In  the 
front  cars  the  people  had 
forced  open  the  doors. 
Soldiers  prevented  them 
from  coming  out.  There 
was  much  crying  of 
people  looking  for  rela- 
tives in  other  cars. 

"Yes.  We  found  our 
mother.  On  the  way  from 
Insterburg  she  had  given 
birth  to  the  child  that 
was  half  a  Kirghiz.  The 
child  was  frozen  dead. 
My  mother's  blood  had 
frozen  to  the  floor  of  the 
car.  The  dirty  straw  was 
frozen  as  hard  as  rock. 
She  could  not  move. 
Marcus  found  a  doctor. 
From  the  engineer  of 
the  locomotive  he  got 
several  helmets  full  of 
hot  water.  Marcus  was  shouting  all  the 
time,  'Hurry,  hurry,  hurry.' 

"The  doctor  could  not  see.  Somebody  had 
a  candle  in  his  pocket.  By  candlelight  and 
with  hot  water  the  doctor  tried  to  thaw  my 
mother  from  the  floor  of  the  car.  Other  peo- 
ple were  trampling  on  her.  But  then  it  was 
too  late.  An  officer  gave  a  signal  to  the  loco- 
motive. The  doctor  jumped  out,  and  the 
front  half  of  the  train  moved  away  and  then 
a  soldier  pushed  shut  the  door  of  the  car. 
That  was  the  last  I  saw  of  my  mother." 

"It's  finished,"  Hein  Rode  said. 
"What  is  finished?" 
"Everything!" 

Martin  eyed  his  mate,  whose  spells  of 
brooding  had  a  way  of  ending  in  outbursts  of 
belligerence  and  bafflement.  "You've  been 
drinking,"  Martin  said. 

Aye!  I've  sold  my  stamp  collection.  I've 
built  it  up  for  twenty-five  years.  A  good 
gravestone  for  Nora.  She'd  like  that.  A 
cross— polished  granite  with  gold  letters. 
'Here  lies  Nora  Rode,  a  good  woman.'  The 
stonecutter  didn't  want  stamps.  A  thousand 
pounds  potatoes  and  ten  pounds  fat  he 
wanted." 

"Did  you  get  the  fat?" 

"  I  got  horse  meat  and  schnapps.  Schnapps 
for  me.  Horse  meat  for  my  children,  my  little 
girls.  Nothing  for  Nora.  She  never  asked  for 
anything.  Just  being  happy  was  enough.  So  I 
tell  myself,  'I'm  glad  you  died,  Nora  girl, 
we've  been  happy  together,  haven't  we?' 
Glad  because  of  I-ottchen  too  she  stole  the 
family's  ration  coupon  sheets.  And  ran 
away!" 

Martin  tried  toe  aim  him.  "Easy,  Hein  " 

"  Finished,"  Hein  Rode  said.  "Everything 
is  finished." 


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The  mate,  swaying  with  the  rocking  mo-L 
tions  of  the  ship,  drifted  off  into  surly  mum-U 
bling. 

Martin  thought  of  Lisa— the  relationship! 
of  the  Lisa  Berzins  case  to  the  big  prob-l 
lems  of  the  world.  The  universe  moved  with! 
significant  order;  but  uncertainty  domi-l 
nated  the  lives  of  men.  Weeks  had  spun  by.j 
Lisa  lived  hidden  among  the  outcasts  of  thel 
miserable  peace.  Martin  floundered  among) 
the  reefs  of  doubt.  Wetterman  tended  his 
engine  and  bided  his  time. 

The  rains  had  stopped,  temperature  hov- 
ered a  degree  above  frost.  The  Sirius  steamed 
in  open  water.  As  Martin  scanned  the  North 
Sea  horizon  there  came  to  his  mind  an  old 
man  who  had  suddenly  collapsed  while  wait- 
ing for  a  tramcar  on  the  Avenue  of  Loafers. 
No.  He  must  think  of  something  else.  Of 
what?  Of  Texas !  Of  Mister  Harold  Heck,  the 
farmer  who  each  Sunday  afternoon  hitched 
his  tractor  to  a  great  wagon  and  invited  all 
his  friends  to  jump  on  for  a  picnic  atop  a  hill.  I 
Steak,  beer,  biscuits  and  watermelons. 

Martin  had  swallowed  his  pride  and  writ- ! 
ten  a  letter  to  Mister  Heck,  requesting  a  gift 
of  canvas,  brushes  and  paints  for  Marianne. 

On  the  bridge  of  the  Sirius  he  stood,  tow- 
ing northward  to  the  Skagerrak  a  cargo  of 
three  thousand  tons  of 
poison-gas  shells.  Lisa 
had  remained  ashore. 
At  Martin's  side  the 
gaunt  Hein  Rode  stared 
across  the  gray-green 
reachesof  Helgoland  Bay. 
The  shells  contained 
phosgene  and  mustard 
gas.  "Invented  to  burn 
lungs,"  Hein  Rode  had 
said.  The  shells  were 
loaded  aboard  the 
steamer  Philipp  Heine- 
ken,  which  was  destined 
to  be  sunk  in  the  Skag- 
errak along  with  its 
cargo.  The  American 
destroyer  Willard  Keith 
escorted  the  tow  to  ac- 
complish the  sinking  by 
gunfire. 

Martin  scanned  the* 
horizon  to  the  northeast. 
On  her  way  to  the  Skag- 
errak the  Sirius  would  pass  Helgoland  Isle, 
the  place  of  his  birth.  Since  the  defeat  the 
island  had  become  forbidden  ground  to  the 
defeated.  The  remainder  of  the  population 
had  been  removed  to  a  place  named  Sylt. 

To  the  north  Helgoland  lay.  low  and  gray 
in  the  distance,  like  the  shadow  of  a  cloud  on 
green  waters. 

"That  island  is  finished  too,"  Hein  Rode 
said  abruptly.  "Even  the  birds  have  gone 
away." 

"Helgoland  is  never  finished,"  Martin 
said. 

"It's  been  a  curse  to  England  for  many 
years,"  said  the  mate.  "Now  England  has  it, 
they'll  rip  it  to  pieces.  They'll  blow  it  aloft. 
Finished ! " 

Martin  said  nothing.  He  thought,  Let 
Helgoland  be  finished,  and  Marianne  as  well. 
The  new  beginning  was  with  Lisa,  the  night 
of  the  storm,  the  rain,  the  morning. 

The  tugboat  steamed  toward  Helgoland 
Isle,  and  on  her  bridge  Martin  Helm  relived 
the  morning  of  the  new  beginning,  his  first 
morning  with  Lisa. 

They  had  walked  from  the  harbor  to  the 
central  station.  It  was  foolish  to  walk  such  a 
distance  in  wet,  sockless  shoes.  But  the 
streetcars,  shining  canary  yellow  in  the  rain, 
were  jammed  with  people— an  ill-natured 
stew  of  people. 

They  passed  the  Cosmopolitan  Travel 
Bureau,  where  children  in  patched  clothes 
and  fcxHgcar  held  together  with  string 
stared  at  posters  depicting  Venice,  St. 
Montz,  Monte  Carlo.  A  half  block  farther, 
the  plate-glass  window  of  a  foreign-officers' 
restaurant  was  guarded  by  a  sentry  who 
slouched  against  it.  At  one  side  of  the  en- 
trance stood  an  olrl  man  and  two  old  women. 
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Medical  science  is  now  waging 
its  greatest  fight  against  cancer 


As  the  research  attack  on  cancer  pro- 
gresses, discoveries  are  constantly  being 
made  that  offer  hope  of  further  gains 
against  this  disease. 

Today,  if  diagnosed  early  and  treated 
promptly  and  correctly,  authorities  say 
that  seventy-five  per  cent  of  cancers  of 
the  breast,  eighty  per  cent  of  cancers  of 
the  mouth,  and  over  ninety-five  per 
cent  of  cancers  of  the  skin  are  curable. 
Cancer  of  other  parts  of  the  body  also 
is  being  treated  with  greater  success. 

Progress  in  new  treatments 

Doctors  and  other  scientists  are  stead- 
ily working  on  the  major  aspects  of  can- 
cer. At  present,  efforts  are  being  made 
to  perfect  a  simple,  quick  test  to  detect 
the  disease  early.  One  such  test  was  re- 
cently announced.  It  is  based  upon  the 
discovery  that  the  blood  serum  of  per- 
sons with  cancer  has  different  properties 
than  that  of  normal  persons. 

Studies  are  continuing  on  the  use  of 
radioactive  isotopes  in  the  hope  that 


The  7  "danger  signals" 
that  you  should  know 


1 .  Any  lump  or  thickening,  especial- 
ly in  the  breast,  lip,  or  tongue. 

2.  Any  irregular  or  unexplained 
bleeding. 

3.  A  sore  that  does  not  heal,  partic- 
ularly about  the  mouth,  tongue, 
or  lips. 

4.  Noticeable  changes  in  the  color 
or  size  of  a  wart  or  mole. 

5.  Loss  of  appetite  or  continued  in- 
digestion. 

6.  Any  persistent  hoarseness,  cough, 
or  difficulty  in  swallowing. 

7.  Any  persistent  change  in  normal 
elimination. 

Pain  is  not  usually  an  early 
symptom  of  cancer 


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ways  will  be  found  to  destroy  cancer 
cells  without  harming  normal  cells. 

Research  on  the  use  of  specific  drugs 
is  progressing.  Some  drugs  have  shown 
such  promise  as  cancer  weapons,  that 
authorities  have  predicted  that  the 
chemical  control  of  the  disease  may  be 
possible. 

The  part  played  by  the  body's  chemi- 
cal hormones  in  causing  cancer  is  more 
clearly  understood  than  ever  before. 
This  may  make  possible  new  and  more 
effective  treatments  for  some  types  of 
the  disease. 

Equally  encouraging  are  the  improve- 
ments in  surgical  techniques.  Operations 
that  were  once  considered  too  hazard- 
ous may  now  be  performed  safely. 

Future  progress  in  the  fight  against 
cancer  depends  not  only  upon  continu- 
ing scientific  research  but  also  upon 
growing  public  awareness  of  the  neces- 
sity for  early  detection  and  treatment. 

Your  part  in  fighting  cancer 

In  view  of  the  progress  being  made 
by  medical  science,  annual  physical  ex- 
aminations are  more  important  than 
ever  in  safeguarding  against  cancer,  es- 
pecially for  those  over  thirty-five  years 
of  age. 

Authorities  urge  everyone  to  learn 
the  "danger  signals"  of  cancer  that  are 
listed  at  the  left.  Fortunately,  in  the 
majority  of  cases,  they  turn  out  to  be 
symptoms  of  conditions  other  than  can- 
cer. However,  it's  always  wise  to  seek 
prompt  medical  attention  should  any 
of  them  occur. 

There  are  still  no  "quick  cures"  for 
cancer.  The  only  proved  weapons  which 
medical  science  now  has  against  this 
disease  are  X-rays,  radium,  and  sur- 
gery— which  may  be  used  singly  or  in 
combination. 

As  medicine's  knowledge  of  cancer  in- 
creases, there  is  hope  that  the  time  may 
not  be  too  far  off  when  the  disease  will 
yield  its  secrets  and  thus  cease  to  be  a 
major  threat  to  life.  Meanwhile,  with 
today's  weapons — promptly  and  prop- 
erly used — authorities  predict  that  an 
ever  increasing  number  of  cancer  vic- 
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The  old  man  was  blind.  He  was  playing  an 
accordion  and  the  old  women  were  singing. 
The  melody  seemed  familiar. 

"It's  the  Red  River  song,"  Martin  said. 

"Where  is  the  Red  River?" 

"It  flows  between  Texas  and  Oklahoma." 
He  saw  that  Lisa  was  limping.  "Your  feet 
hurt." 

"No." 

"Someday  I'll  get  decent  shoes  for  you." 
Lisa  smiled  happily  into  his  face.  Her  nose 
crinkled  under  drops  of  rain.  "Someday?" 
"Why  are  you  so  happy?" 
"Shall  I  tell  you?" 
"Yes." 

"You  make  me  feel  carefree  again." 

They  crossed  the  wide  square  in  front  of 
the  railroad  station.  Martin  put  his  arm 
around  Lisa's  shoulder. 

"Stay  close  to  me,"  he  said.  "A  railroad 
station  is  a  tough  place." 

Lisa  looked  puzzled.  "I've  been  in  many 
railroad  stations." 

The  station  building  had  no  roof.  The 
station  walls  were  bullet-scarred  from  end  to 
end.  In  front  of  the  blown-out  station  portal, 
baggagemen  with  handcarts  and  brightly 
polished  badges  on  greasy  caps  loaded  and 
unloaded  bundles,  battered  trunks,  furniture 
and  bedding  guarded  by  owners  bargaining 
in  the  rain. 

Between  the  line  of  handcart  men  and 
a  Red  Cross  bulletin  board  covered  with 
the  photographs  of  children  searching  for  lost 
parents  there  stood  a  taxicab  whose  driver 
looked  as  though  he  had  not  left  his  seat 
since  the  downfall  of  Nor- 
dune.  He  a  button-  ■■■■■■■■■ 
less  soldier's  coat  and  his 
head  was  wrapped  in  rags. 
A  number  had  been  burned 
into  the  back  of  his  right 
hand.  A  sign  displayed 
across  the  door  of  his  cab 
said,  "Information." 

Martin  approached  him.  ■■■■■ 

"I  can't  take  you  any- 
where," the  driver  said.  "I  only  live  here." 

"I  want  information." 

"What  sort  of  information?" 

"Market." 

"Coffee,  gasoline,  Oriental  rugs,  Olden- 
burg salami?" 

"Papers — papers  for  a  young  lady." 

"Newspaper  kiosk  at  the  tram  stop  be- 
hind you." 

Martin  lowered  his  voice.  "Identification 
papers." 

The  driver  smirked.  "What  can  you  give 
for  information? " 

"One  electric  bulb.  Sixty  watts." 

Martin  handed  over  one  of  Kossack's 
bulbs.  The  driver  held  it  to  his  turbaned 
head.  He  shook  the  bulb. 

"It's  whole,"  Martin  said. 

"Prima  Dreck!  I  take  it.  You  need  papers 
for  a  woman?" 

Martin  nodded. 

"Third-class  waiting  room,"  the  driver 
said.  "On  the  left  side,  near  the  door." 

Martin  and  Lisa  entered  the  station.  Into 
the  vast  main  hall  the  rain  streamed  unob- 
structed. The  concrete  of  the  floors  was 
broken  in  many  places;  rain  transformed  it 
into  grimy  puddles  and  rivulets.  In  this  ex- 
panse of  slush  and  scattered  offal  a  serpentine 
mass  of  people  squatted.  Women  and  chil- 
dren and  men,  filling  the  hall  from  wall  to 
wall.  They  sat  on  rucksacks,  on  boxes,  on 
folding  chairs.  They  slept  in  the  puddles, 
their  faces  buried  in  the  hollows  of  their 
arms,  and  they  slept  one  on  top  of  another, 
and  some  of  them  slept  rolled  in  blankets,  or 
in  makeshift  tents  constructed  atop  their 
possessions. 

Martin  held  Lisa  by  the  hand.  Slowly  they 
pushed  toward  a  d(x>r  above  which  a  sign, 
flanked  by  anti-black-market  posters,  bore 
the  inscription:  Warttsaal  III  Klasse. 

Martin  and  Lisa  clambered  over  the  sleep- 
ers, careful  not  to  step  into  their  faces.  Al 
one  of  the  doors  to  the  train  platforms  a  |xj- 
lice  patrol  had  stopped  a  nwarm  of  travelers 
who  had  left  an  incoming  train.  The  police- 
men were  peering  into  bundles  and  baskets. 
Somclxxly  yelled."  Razzia'  Ileal  up  the  larder 


^  For  every  man  who  climbs 
■f  to  the  top  of  the  ladder  ot 
success,  there  is  some  woman 
who  slays  on  the  ground  and 
steadies  it  for  him. 

—  WEBB  B.  GARRISON. 


spies!"  Policemen  were  seizing  a  laun 
basket  filled  with  eggs.  The  owner  of  thee! 
screaming  maledictions,  trampled  with  1 
feet  into  the  basket.  Behind  her  a  woj 
begged  for  permission  to  keep  her  ruck?: 
load  of  carrots;  but  the  policeman  thrust 
fist  through  the  layer  of  carrots.  "Butti 
he  said.  "  Beschlagnahmt!  Seized!"  A  yo 
with  a  hungry-looking  face  and  bright  t 
eyes  struck  the  policeman  a  blow.  The  won1 
grabbed  her  rucksack  and  escaped  throi 
the  pool  of  smashed  eggs.  The  youth  who  I 
hit  the  Sipo  disappeared.  The  policemen 
tempted  no  pursuit  amidst  the  sea  of  hu 
faces  that  surrounded  them. 

The  runners  near  the  waiting-room  di 
were  former  soldiers  pretending  to  ped 
their  wartime  decorations.  Martin  knew  tl 
observed  him,  classified  him  not  as  wh 
not  as  black,  but  as  a  member  of  the  gi 
category  of  normal  consumers  driven  to  i 
edge  of  lawlessness. 

Whispers:  "We  buy  gold,  jewelry,  silv 
ware,  wedding  rings  " 

Martin  shook  his  head.  "  Einen  Auswti 
he  said  quietly. 

A  girl  approached  them.  She  was  almo? 
child.  Her  skirt  did  not  reach  the  knees 
her  pink,  stockingless  legs.  The  left  side 
her  face  was  disfigured  by  purple  sores. 

"  Legitimalionen?"  she  whispered.  "I 
piere?" 

"Yes — please." 

The  girl  asked  pleasantly,  "What  earn 
compensate? " 

"American  cigarettes." 

"Please!"  She  guic 
■iHm  them  around  a  group 
people  who  were  argui 
about  the  price  of  smt 
gling  somebody's  furnitu 
across  the  "green  borde 
from  the  Soviet  zone.  Pn 
ently  she  stopped  in  fro 
of  a  swarthy  man  sittii] 
■■■■■■■■I  "n  a  metal  folding  chaJ 
Below  a  red  sweater  ! 
wore  the  yellow-and-black-striped  trousei 
of  a  convict.  Over  his  heart  he  wore  the  insil 
nia  of  the  Society  of  Former  Political  Prisoi 
ers.  The  badge,  the  prison  trousers  kej 
policemen  away.  Martin  felt  himself  sizt 
up  by  intelligent  eyes. 

"Sie  wunschen?"  the  man  said  in  2 
eastern  accent. 
"  Ausweispapiere." 
"For  yourself?" 
"For  this  young  lady." 
The  man  looked  at  Lisa.  He  smiled.  " 
can  give  you  a  complete  set,"  he  sa« 
"Eleven  items.  Price?  One  hundred  Ame 
ican  cigarettes." 

"Too  much,"  Martin  said. 
"I'll  throw  in  some  ration  coupons  free 
Martin  noticed  that  the  lines  of  suffering 
the  swarthy  face  were  filled  with  dirt.  Tl 
man  went  on,  "Because  this  girl  is  prett 
She  deserves  a  chance.  For  the  price  I  wi 
also  give  one  coupon  numero  one  ninety-fou 
good  for  a  bicycle." 

Martin  said,  "What  can  you  give  fc 
forty  American  cigarettes?" 

"Only  forty?  A  simple  Ausweis.  The  basij 
document — no  more.  The  police  stamp  i' 
authentic.  Other  data  we  fill  in  to  order."  ] 
"All  right." 

The  girl  produced  a  notebook  and  a  penci 
"Name?" 

"Lisa  Berger,"  Martin  said. 
"Where  born?" 

Martin  hesitated.  Then  he  looked  at  tbl 
man  with  the  red  sweater. 

"Does  it  matter?"  the  man  asked. 

"No.  A  town  where  records  have  been  de 
stroyed." 

The  trader  counted  off  the  towns  on  hii 
fingers:  "Breslau,  Cologne,  Stettin,  Fssen 
Karlsruhe  many  more.  I  low  about  Konigs 
berg?" 

"Not  Konigsbcrg,"  Lisa  said. 
"  Breslau  ?  The  Poles  have  it  now.  No  veri 
fication  will  be  jxissible." 

"All  right,  Breslau,"  Martin  said. 
"Age?" 

"Twenty-three." 
"Profession?" 

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86 

(Continued  from  I'age  X4) 
"Teacher." 

"Description?"  The  man  in 
sweater  spoke  in  rapid  whispers 
medium.  Hair  dark  blond.  Eyes- 
say  blue?  gray?  or  what?  Eyes  light.  Com- 
plexion fair.  Weight?" 

Lisa  shrugged  her  shoulders. 

"Ninety-eight."  the  man  said.  "Special 
marks,  none.  Arrests,  none.  Have  you  got 
that?" 

The  girl  with  the  pink  legs  nodded.  Wraith- 
like, she  disappeared  in  the  crowd.  While 
they  waited,  the  man  in  the  red  sweater  eyed 
Martin. 

" Auslandsdeulscher?"  he  asked.  "Foreign 
German?" 

"No — seaman,"  Martin  said. 

"You  look  healthy,"  the  man  said.  "I 
used  to  be  a  chemist.  In  Belgrade.  Long 
ago."  He  glanced  sharply  toward  the  door  of 
the  waiting  room.  One  of  the  spotters  had 
given  the  signal.  "  Kripos,"  the  man  said. 

"Detectives?" 

The  trader  nodded.  "They  come  around. 
Venal — usually." 

The  girl  returned  with  the  Ausweis.  Lisa 
took  two  packages  of  cigarettes  from  the 
neck  of  her  dress,  handed  them  to  Martin. 
Martin  handed  them  to  the  man  in  convict 
trousers. 

"All'you  need  now,"  the  man  said,  "is  a 
photograph  of  Lisa  Berger.  Sweat  on  it.  Rub 
the  whole  thing  in  dust.  Makes  it  look  au- 
thentic. God  bless  you." 

They  moved  away  through  the  crowd. 
They  edged  past  a  family— father,  mother 
and  children— sprawled  on  their  rain-soaked 
baggage.  There  was  a  strong  odor  of  fish.  The 

man  and  woman  were   

asl<  t  p  Two  children,  both  "™ 
girls,  were  playing  list- 
lessly with  a  greasy  toy 
camel.  Another  child,  a 
pale  boy,  was  guarding  the 
family's  belongings.  As 
Lisa  passed  he  kicked  at  EMEflEMEfl 
her  ankles.  Lisa  stumbled. 
The  boy  kicked  her  again  and  Lisa  fell. 

"  Ach,  Verzeihung,"  the  boy  said  in  a 
broad  Saxon  accent. 

Martin  helped  Lisa  to  her  feet.  "This  boy 
kicked  me,"  she  said.  "He  took  a  package  of 
cigarettes." 

The  urchin  regarded  him  with  a  defensive 
sneer.  The  cigarettes  had  vanished. 

"Give  them  back,"  Martin  said. 

"Give  what  back?"  Then  the  boy  yelled, 
"Mother,  father,  somebody  wants  to  steal 
our  bundle  with  the  blankets.  Thieves !  Po- 
lice! Help!" 

Martin  shook  the  boy  roughly.  But  Lisa 
drew  him  away.  She  begged,  "It  will  bring 
trouble." 

Martin  slapped  the  boy's  face.  The  boy 
kicked.  But  as  he  left  him,  the  boy  grimaced 
with  a  savage  happiness,  and  Martin  felt  a 
shame.  He  had  struck  a  child.  Inwardly  he 
trembled. 

"I  should  not  have  told  you,"  Lisa  said. 
"Often  I  get  tense  and  angry." 
"Such  a  matter  one  should  forget." 
"Yes."  Martin  said. 

He  took  her  arm.  There  was  much  he  could 
learn  from  Lisa.  She  could  wade  through 
putrefaction  and  come  out  untouched.  She 
had  come  to  him  as  if  she  had  been  pushed 
into  his  keeping  by  some  superior  power  to 
show  him,  Martin  Helm,  a  way  he  had  long 
striven  in  vain  to  see. 

Lisa  Berger.  A  forged  Ausweis  was  better 
than  no  Ausweis  at  all.  A  lying  bit  of  paper. 
A  life  buoy  in  a  devouring  sea.  One  step 
down,  two  steps  up.  Foul  means  can  serve 
fair  ends.  Was  that  not  the  credo  of  Wetter- 
man,  the  engineer? 

Lisa  l(X)kcd  up  at  him.  "You  hcliicd  me," 
she  said.  "I  want  to  help  you  too." 

Martin  let  his  arms  drop  to  his  sides.  "Do 
you  want  to  help  me  rebuild  my  house?" 

Lisa  stood  stock-still.  Then  she  said,  "Do 
you  have  a  house? " 

"  Yes.  A  ruin.  A  piece  of  ground  and  a  ruin. 
If  you'll  help  me,  we  can  rebuild  it,  and  live 
in  it." 

"You  mean  live  in  it  together?" 

"Yes." 


■k  It  is  in  general  more  profit- 
"  able  to  reckon  up  our 
defects  than  to  boast  of  our 
attainments.  — CARLYLE. 


April,  1<)!| 

He  could  see  the  excitement  rise  in  her.  Sli 
wanted  to  cry  out  to  him,  but  it  was  a  sound 
less  cry.  She  looked  down  at  her  man's  booti 
What  was  the  matter  with  her?  A  tear  fe] 
On  the  tip  of  her  right  boot  it  sprang  ll 
pieces. 

The  Sirius  labored  northward,  the  doom 
Philipp  Heineken  and  its  cargo  of  ph osga 
and  mustard  gas  in  tow.  But  to  Martin 
seemed  that  his  ship  stood  motionless  am 
that  Helgoland  was  creeping  toward  hii 
across  the  sea,  not  drifting  like  a  ship,  bii 
creeping,  ominous  and  mournful,  like  a  mm 
ster  slowly  dying  of  old  wounds. 

He  turned  his  back  on  Helgoland.  Let  tl 
conquering  foreigners  blast  the  troublou 
rock  out  of  the  sea— once  and  for  all  time.  I1 
thirty  years  perhaps,  as  an  old  man,  i 
would  come  back.  And  look  at  Helgolan 
again! 

Now  he  thought  of  the  rebuilding  of  h 
house  on  Borkum  Allee  in  Nordune.  He  ha 
made  his  compact  with  Lisa  barely  a  daj 
and  a  night  after  he  had  forced  her  to  let  g; 
a  swinging  ladder  in  a  storm.  A  month  ha; 
passed.  A  month  of  shaping  a  new  life. 

Day  after  day  Lisa  had  toiled  bravely  ovi, 
the  rubbled  patch  of  ground  on  Borkum  Alk 
With  her  hands,  without  tools  except  for 
hatchet  he'd  taken  from  the  tugboat's  to 
chest,  and  a  shovel  bought  for  five  cigarette 
When  Martin  was  not  navigating  the  rivt 
or  running  complicated  and  time-consumii 
errands,  he  helped.  Bricks  were  cleaned 
dust  and  mortar  and  neatly  stacked  in  wh 
had  been  the  cellar  of  his  house.  Dust  ai 
masonry,  broken  glass  and  charred  remai 

 ders  of  furniture  were  r 

E*E*EMi^^M  moved,  little  by  little,  I 
hand  and  shovel,  an 
dumped  into  two  bom 
craters  which  yawned,  ha 
filled  with  stagnant  wate 
where  once  a  garden  ha 
HBEfl^EflEMES  been.  Lisa's  hands  ha 
grown  hard.  Her  knet 
were  bruised.  She  wore  her  hair  tied  in 
knot,  and  covered  by  a  cloth  against  tl 
dust.  The  fatalistic  earnestness  of  a  sappe 
digging  under  fire  had  displaced  the  softnes 
in  her  face.  He  had  felt  pity  for  her— and 
pride.  The  physical  problems  of  work  wer 
simple:  you  worked,  you  slept,  and  then  yo 
worked  again.  Other  problems  were  less  sitr 
pie.  The  problem  of  food.  Of  lodging.  Th 
early-morning  fear  of  finding  that  the  pili 
of  cleaned  bricks  had  been  stolen  overnighl 
And  his  gnawing  fear  of  Wetterman,  of  whor 
Lisa  knew  nothing. 

The  engineer  had  not  pursued  the  matt 
of  the  "  Berzins  case."  But  there  was  a  shot 
round-faced  man  in  a  brown  coat  who  ha 
popped  up  in  Martin's  wake  in  varioi 
places— near  the  harbor  gate,  at  a  streetc; 
stop,  among  the  gray  mounds  of  wreckat 
along  the  Kamerunstrasse.  Shadow  or  no 
it  was  no  difficult  feat  to  drop  a  pursuer  b 
plunging  abruptly  into  a  labyrinth  of  rubbl 
and  emerging  on  another  street. 

Martin  had  not  gone  back  to  Marianni 
Nor  had  he  gone  to  the  Housing  Office  to  seel 
a  sleeping  space  for  Lisa.  Marianne  ■ 
wanted  to  forget;  and  the  Housing  Office  flj 
a  place  for  people  who  could  pay  bribes,  0 
wait  a  year  in  queues,  with  permits  in  eacl 
hand.  More  than  half  the  people  of  Nordutv 
had  lost  their  homes.  To  boot,  the  town  waf 
jammed  with  the  caravans  of  wretchedned 
that  wandered  in,  endlessly,  from  the  disi 
possessed  east. 

A  man  should  not  waste  his  life  waiting  foj 
permits.  For  another  thirty  of  Lisa's  uga 
rettes,  added  to  two  sacks  of  coal  filched  fron 
the  Sirius'  bunker  and  carried  ashore  on  hi 
back,  Martin  had  obtained  for  Lisa  a  cord 
of  a  room.  The  building  had  once  sheltered 
private  art  collection.  A  paunchy  Hauwali 
with  villainous  eyes  was  in  charge. 

To  Lisa,  who  spent  her  days  moving  de 
bus  on  Borkum  Alice,  the  place  was  no  mtH 
than  a  spot  where  she  could  sleep.  As  such  i 
was  better  than  the  railroad  station  or  th 
overnight  bunkers.  The  room  was  ten  yard 
long  and  eight  yards  wide.  The  furniture  o 
Lisa's  corner  consisted  of  a  barracks  bed  wit  I 
rusted  springs.  There  was  no  maltiess  I 


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there  was  a  blanket.  The  blanket  was  frayed. 
It  stank.  It  had  been  folded  through  the 
middle  and  it  had  been  quilted  with  news- 
papers and  grass. 

The  room  was  a  maze  of  barracks  beds.  The 
bed  on  which  Lisa  slept  had  belonged  to  an 
old  woman  who  had  died  from  eating  poison- 
ous mushrooms.  What  had  happened  to  her 
body  nobody  would  say.  By  not  reporting  a 
death,  and  somehow  disposing  of  the  body,  a 
Hausvater  could  sell  the  vacancy  black,  with- 
out interference  from  the  Housing  Office  and 
for  something  more  valuable  than  money. 
Cigarettes,  or  coal. 

Self-help.  Self-help  has  many  faces.  Self- 
help  is  violation  of  law. 

Lawlessness  and  hope,  Martin  thought. 
Are  they  inseparable?  It  was  lawless  to  steal 
food  to  keep  Lisa — who  had  no  ration  cou- 
pons— alive.  It  would  be  lawless  to  make  an 
alliance  with  smugglers  to  obtain  materials 
with  which  to  build.  Nails  or  cement  could 
not  be  obtained  without  thievery  and  lies. 
Seecamp,  the  bandit,  would  be  delighted. 

On  the  bridge  of  the  Sirius,  his  back  still 
turned  on  Helgoland,  Martin  spoke  to  him- 
self in  a  tone  of  calm  deliberation. 

"If  building  a  decent  life  is  banditry,"  he 
said,  "then  I  shall  be  a  bandit." 

At  the  streetcar  stop  people  assembled. 
Marianne  was  among  them.  They  watched 
the  approach  of  a  tramcar,  and  the  crowding 
and  pushing  increased  as  the  people  pre- 
pared to  fight  for  a  place  aboard  the  car. 

"Please  stop  pushing  me,"  said  Marianne 
to  a  thick  man  with  a  pink  neck  and  a  good 
gray  suit. 

"I'm  not  pushing,"  said  the  man.  "I'm 
being  pushed  myself." 

"You  are  pushing  me  right  now." 

"If  you  don't  like  to  be  pushed,"  said  the 
man,  "don't  wait  for  a  streetcar.  Walk!" 

As  the  car  drew  close,  a  woman  said,  "It's 
not  so  crowded.  With  luck  we'll  all  have 
standing  room." 

"Luck,"  the  pink  neck  said  morosely, 
"what's  luck  nowadays,  I  beg  you?" 

"To  reach  into  your  pocket,  mein  Hen, 
and  find  a  sheaf  of  butter  coupons,  that's 
luck,"  said  Marianne. 

Laughter  rippled  through  the  restless 
crowd.  The  streetcar  came  to  a  rattling  halt. 
The  man  in  the  gray  suit  lunged  forward. 
Marianne  was  thrust  aside;  she  managed  to 
get  on  the  platform  after  the  car  began  to 
move.  Last  to  swing  himself  onto  the  tram 
was  a  schoolboy. 

"Get  inside,"  Marianne  said  to  the  boy, 
"so  you  won't  fall  off." 

" Danke!"  said  the  boy.  Wriggling  into  the 
wall  of  bodies,  he  stepped  on  the  feet  of  the 
man  with  the  pink  neck. 

The  man  raised  a  heavy  hand.  The  blow 
landed  on  the  boy's  head.  The  boy  cried  out. 
And  a  moment  later  Marianne  sharply  struck 
the  man's  face. 

The  man  roared,  "Why  are  you  hitting 
me?  I  will  charge  you  with  insulting  me  pub- 
licly. Goose!  We  shall  see  " 

Marianne  said  steadily,  "  I  am  not  a  goose. 
You  mistreated  a  child  and  I'm  for  justice." 

"I'll  get  you  justice,"  the  pink  neck  threat- 
ened. 

Marianne  laughed.  Another  voice  spoke 
up,  "You — stuffed — hog  .  .  .  shall  I  fling  you 
through  the  window?  "  The  intense  voice  be- 
longed to  a  dark-eyed  young  man  of  slight 
physique  who  looked  ragged  and  ill. 

"Gutter  wolf,"  the  pink  neck  said.  At  the 
next  stop  he  left  the  car. 

Marianne  smiled  at  the  young  man  in  rags. 
"Thank  you."  When  she  left  the  streetcar  at 
the  halt  nearest  to  Fregattenstrasse,  the 
young  man  also  left  the  car. 

"May  I  speak  to  you?" 

"Why  not?" 

"I  admire  you,"  the  young  man  said. 
"You  put  the  vulture  in  his  place.  Did  you 
know  the  boy?" 

Marianne  shook  her  head. 

"  I  admire  you,"  the  young  man  said  again. 

"But  why?" 

"Not  because  you  struck  the  pig,  mad- 
ame.  No!  How  did  you  lose  your  leg?  By 
accident?" 

(Continued  on  Page  90) 


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April. 


MRS.  MARTIN  E.  O'ShauGHNESSY  Chicago:  ■•Sure,  I  tried  those 
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"No.  By  an  enemy  bomb." 

*'  J  a'.  The  war!"  The  young  man  paused. 
Then  he  said  in  a  suave  tone.  "At  times  one 
thinks  that  the  enemies  of  yesterday  may  be- 
come the  friends  of  tomorrow." 

Mananne  looked  at  him.  "They  11  always 
be  the  enemies."  she  said  harshly. 

"Superb!  Do  you  know  that  when  I  saw 
you  defend  the  child  I  told  myself.  'Here  is  a 
woman  who  will  never  capitulate-?  You  are 
a  true  symbol  of  Nordic  womanhood." 

"Nordic  is  now  second  class!" 

"With  only  one  leg.  you  command  more 
grace,  more  feminine  nobility  of  race  than 
any  women  I've  seen  since  I  was  captured  in 
Russia." 

"When  did  you  come  back?" 

"Last  week." 

"Released?  " 

"Escaped,  madame." 

"Don't  call  me  madame.  Call  me  Mari- 
anne." 

"Marianne."  the  young  man  said.  "My 
name  is  Harms." 

"A  good  name."  said  Marianne.  "How  do 
you  like  our  glorious  liberation?  " 

"It  makes  me  wish  the  world  would  ex- 
plode, perish!" 

"I  often  feel  that  way." 

"Do  you?" 

"Yes."  said  Marianne.  She  added.  "You 
look  sick.  Do  you  have  a  home? " 

"How  could  I?"  Harms  Fleming  said.. 
"  I  have  not  even  filled  out  a  questionnaire. 
I'd  die  of  shame  if  I  permitted  myself  to  fill 
out  a  paper  devised  by  the  enemy  to  explore 
the  German  bowels  and  the  German  soul. 
Tell  me.  what  is  your  favorite  animal?" 

Marianne's  eyes  flashed.  "You  delight 
me,"  she  said.  "Go  on." 

There's  the  bear  who  craves  wrist 
watches.  Or  the  lion.  Or  the  cock  that  crows 
on  the  wrong  side  of  the  Rhine.  Or  the  eagle 
with  the  atomic  bomb.  Not  to  forget  our  own 
Pleitegeier — the  vile  bird  of  bankruptcy. 
Which  one? " 

"None  of  those,  my  friend." 

' '  Which  one  ?  Please ! " 

"The  werewolf."  Marianne  said  softly. 

There  was  a  pause  between  them.  Mari- 
anne's stump  rang  on  the  sidewalk.  Harms 
Reming  walked  springily  on  his  toes. 

"The  werewolf."  he  said.  "He's  rare,  but 
not  extinct.  He  springs  at  night  from  the 
graves  of  our  ancestors,  does  he  not?  " 


"From  many  places."  Mananne 
She  went  on  earnestly.  "  You  walk  like*, 
from  the  infantry-  Where  did  you 

"  In  Poland.  In  France.  Then  in  the 
kans.  Later  in  Russia— with — well, 
not  " 

"With  whom?" 

"  Dirlewanger ! " 

Marianne's  hps  tightened.  "You  si 
be  very  careful.  Harms." 

"You  asked— I  answered.'* 

"The  foreign  terror  here  is  very  rea 
people  who  will  not  crawl  on  their  stc 
For  people  like  us.  The  others  pretend  t 
doctors  who  write  presenprjoas." 

"Prescriptions — excellent!  What  do 
prescribe?  " 

Now  Marianne  was  grim.  "HangmaJ 
she  said.  "Destitution.  Prison  and 
and  bootlicking.  Excessive  infant 
and  re-education." 

"Ja!  The  worst  is  re-education.  Theifl 
can  understand.  But  re-education !  First 
bum  our  homes,  then  they  pose  as  wiser 
Do  you  like  literature?" 

"Some.  I  like  Nietzsche.  And  Volt 
And  Goethe!" 

Harms  Fleming  said.  "At  times  I 
myself.  I  am  looking  for  a  haven.  A  ( 
simple  place.  Then  I  shall  write ! ' 

"  You  are  good  for  my  morale."  said  II 
anne.  "You  must  think  me  a  very 
woman.  But  how  do  you  live?" 

"I  need  very  little.  A  bare  rninrmunx 
have  a  friend  who  helps." 

"A  friend — that  I'm  glad  to  hear!" 

"A  Luger  pistol." 

For  a  while  Marianne  said  nothing,  b 
side  her  there  flamed  a  bright  elation.  Tfafll 

she  said.  "Are  you  hungry?" 
-  "Oh.  yes.  But  don't  think  I  spoke  to , 
because  of  food.** 

They  turned  a  corner  into  Frega 
strasse.  "  I  live  here."  Mananne  said, 
you  come  with  me — to  eat?  " 

Harms  Fleming  considered  this.  "  I 
eat  up  your  food.  I  should  detest  mj 

"  I  have  enough.  I  also  have  peat  I  dug ' 
the  moors  last  summer.  We  can  have  a 
and  talk." 

"You  are  alone?" 

"Alone.  Harms — yes," 

"You  give  much!" 
I  give  gladly."  said  Mananne.  "Anyaaj 
can  see  that  you  need  care." 

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Seecamp  found  his  captain,  the  dam- 
nably aloof  Captain  I  lelm,  sitting  on  the  chart 
table  and  holding  his  head  in  both  hands. 

"Company  towing  orders  for  tomorrow." 
Seecamp  said.  "And  here's  a  bottle  for  you. 
Cognac." 

"How  so?" 

"Reward  from  the  Hercules  Towing  Com- 
pany for  drowning  one  of  your  own  children." 

The  Sirius  was  back  in  Nordune.  The 
doomed  Philipp  Heineken  had  gone  down  in 
the  Skagerrak  without  trouble.  Like  a  con- 
demned man  co-operating  with  his  execu- 
tioner, Martin  took  the  orders.  He  looked  at 
the  bottle.  He  took  the  bottle  and  put  it  on  a 
shelf.  He  glanced  at  the  orders  and  then 
looked  at  Seecamp. 

"Close  the  door,"  Martin  said.  "I  want  to 
talk  to  you." 

Seecamp  closed  the  door.  "About  what?" 

"Business.  Tell  me,  Seecamp,  what  is  the 
most  important  problem  in  the  world?" 

"To  get  rich." 

"And  then?" 

"Clear  out  of  this  pesthole." 
"Where  to? " 

"Anywhere.  Argentina  for  me." 

"And  be  happy?  And  free?" 

"Riches  might  not  make  a  man  happy, 
but  they'll  give  him  a  certain  amount  of 
peace.  And  what  is  freedom  anyway?" 

"All  right,"  Martin  said.  "It  is  a  matter  of 
opinion." 

"A  matter  of  common  sense,"  said  the 
cook.  "Will  you  work  with  us?" 

"I  will  work  with  you." 

The  cook  suddenly  resembled  a  chunky, 
able-bodied  vulture.  "What  can  you  give?" 
he  asked. 

"I  have  nothing  to  give." 

"Nothing?  You've  got  land  with  a  stump 
of  a  house  on  it.  That's  plenty.  Most  start 
with  less.  If  you  have  no  family  silver  to  sell, 
no  grand  pianos,  no  window  glass  or  eggs, 
you've  got  to — well,  organize." 

"That  means  stealing  or  smuggling?" 

"Both.  The  winners  liberate.  The  losers 
organize. " 

Martin  was  silent.  Did  Seecamp  know  that 
he,  the. skipper  of  the  Sirius,  had  been  taking 
food  for  Lisa  from  the  lean  rations  of  his  own 

crew? 

Seecamp  continued  with  abrupt  soberness, 
"What  goods  do  you  need?" 

"  Building  materials,"  Martin  said.  "Lum- 
ber, nails." 

"You're  building  a  house?  Cement?  Pipes 
and  wires?" 

"Yes." 

"Did  you  try  for  a  building  permit?" 

"It's  hopeless.  They  will  not  issue  a  per- 
mit unless  you  buy  an  approved  builder.  No 
bribes — no  approval." 

"Natural,"  Seecamp  said.  "For  a  thou- 
sand American  cigarettes  any  decent  builder 
will  get  you  the  permit.  Then  there's  the 
question  of  materials.  Nobody  wants  money. 
Goods  talk,  and  black  is  trump!  That's  offi- 
cial !  You're  wise  coming  to  us — better  than 
playing  a  lone  hand.  Lumber,  nails,  cement— 
what?" 

Martin  nodded. 

"If  you'd  said  coffee,  gasoline,  automo- 
bile tires,  diamonds— much  easier  to  get. 
We'll  have  to  make  detours." 

"Detours?" 

"Yes.  Cigarettes  for  coffee.  Coffee  for 
undershirts.  Undershirts  for  a  cow.  Cow  for 
nails.  Get  the  idea?"  Seecamp's  face  was 
tough,  open.  "Do  you  know  Kabisch,  of  the 
Hansa  Tavern?"  he  asked. 

"Yes." 

"We  work  for  him.  He's  a  prima  cutthroat, 
but  he's  got  the  contacts  the  information. 
We  supply  the  action  -one  foot  in  jail,  one 
foot  in  Argentina.  He  supplies  intelligence. 
I  low  far  will  you  go?  " 

"Far  enough  to  rebuild  my  house." 

"You  can  go  far,"  Seecamp  said.  "You're 
in  charge  of  this  tugboat.  The  company 
trusts  you.  The  Amis  trust  you.  You  can 
steam  downriver  and  make  it  look  official. 
You  could  land  smugglers'  goods  any  dark 
night  anywhere  along  the  short-.  .  .  .  You've 
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"the  Mercedes  boat  that  was  left  with 
oupr  repairs — the  speed  launch  that  be- 
mf-to  the  Ami  major's  wife  " 

Rrs.  Dartman's  boat?  It's  still  around." 

£>icamp  began  to  whistle  a  martial  tune, 
■lapped  his  fingers  and  thrust  forward 
■fad.  "Will  it  run?" 
ftobably.  What  for?" 
Bobbing  smugglers  on  the  river.  We 
\a' borrow  it,  yes?  American-owned  too! 
■Amis  make  fortunes  smuggling  ciga- 
«|j  in,  smuggling  stuff  out.  old  paintings, 
Sjra  lenses,  what  not!  My  good  friend 

■flthis  moment  there  sounded  a  knocking. 
Bow-faced  man  in  a  shabby  suit  opened 
Boor.  The  man  lifted  his  green  felt  hat. 
Ibwed.  "Captain  Helm?" 
■jes.  Who  are  you?" 
■[he  press — Norduner  Zeitung.  Do  I  dis- 
t|  I  came  to  get  the  facts  about  the  sink- 
ig  f  the  Heineken." 
Rome  in,"  Martin  said. 
mi  was  glad  of  the  intrusion.  Seecamp  was 
Monger  man  than  he  had  expected  his 
Bto  be.  For  an  instant  he  wished  he  could 
ilpe  in  Texas,  a  prisoner,  reading  books 
iiplanting  corn  for  Mister  Harold  Heck. 
Becamp  gave  Martin  an  ironic  look.  "Any 
Is?" 

Ibee  me  later,"  Martin  said. 

Right!  Any  night  we're  not  towing.  In 

WKaffee  Krokodil." 

lie  reporter  bowed  again.  "My  name 
lacker.  Waldemar  Hacker,"  he  said, 
lartin    looked  out 
lugh   the  porthole. 
Be  heard  that  name. 
Hlown." 
[pawfo  schdn." 
'lartin  studied  the  re 
:er:  a  thin  body;  sag- 
i  shoulders;  an  earnest 
if  with  a  colorless  mouth ; 
«isers  frayed  at  the  cuffs  and  coat  buttons 
:  uniform  in  color  and  size.  On  his  feet  the 
i  nalist  wore  a  pair  of  exotic  sandals. 
Sl've  been  around  a  good  many  years,"  he 
1  in  a  mild  tone.  "Remember  the  old 
ksstimme? — the  People's  Voice?" 
ilartin  remembered.  "You  were  the  edi- 

Yes.  Until  the  lights  went  out,  back  in 
;eteen-thirty-three.  Protective  custody 
[twelve  years  in  nine  different  camps." 
You  were  reported  dead." 
I  thought  I  had  died  too,"  Hacker 
led.  "Let's  not  talk  about  it." 

\rtin  gave  him  an  account  of  the  sinking 
he  Skagerrak.  Hacker  made  notes.  "We 
t  off  and  drew  away,"  Martin  concluded, 
ist  thing  somebody  did  was  to  hoist  the 
of  Nordune  over  the  Heineken.  The  de- 
>yer  drew  alongside.  About  three  hundred 
:ers.  She  was  sunk  by  shellfire.  Six  or 
en  shells,  below  the  waterline.  She  went 
m  in  a  half  hour." 
How  long  were  you  at  sea?" 
Six  days."  Martin  went  on:  "The  people 
the  destroyer  seemed  to  think  we  might 
t.  To  Norway  or  somewhere.  They  gave 
specific  orders  to  return  to  Nordune  on  a 
cific  course." 
You  obeyed?" 
Yes  ...  we  always  obey." 
lacker  smiled  wanly.  "You  sound  bitter." 
Obedience  can  become  a  curse." 
What  Germans  need,"  said  Hacker,  "is 
ellion.  What  they  get  is  orders.  Do  you 
lize  that  Germany  has  never  had  a  real 
olution?  Elsewhere  in  the  world,  rebels 
i.  In  Germany  they  always  lose.  Why  is 

i?" 

Martin  saw  that  the  reporter's  eyes  were 
:d  on  the  cognac  bottle  on  the  shelf.  He 
i,  "I'll  open  it  for  you." 
'Danke!"  Hacker  drank  from  the  bottle, 
wiped  his  lips  with  a  fragile,  almost  trans- 
ent  hand.  "Magnificent!" 
Martin  studied  Hacker.  Here  was  a  Social- 
A  fighter  for  liberty.  Twelve  years  in 
son  hells  for  his  beliefs. 
'Sometimes  I  read  the  Norduner  Zei- 
ig,"  Martin  said.  "I  try  to  understand 
lr  comments.  All  your  editorials  concern 
iblems  of  democracy — the  will  of  the  peo- 


J—V  He  who  has  health  has 
^  hope,  and  he  who  has  hope 
has  everything. 

—  ARABIAN  PROVERB. 


pie — and  what  it  should  be.  And  all  of  them 
preach  obedience,  and  not  revolt." 

Hacker  grimaced.  Again  he  drank  from 
the  bottle.  "I  don't  write  editorials.  A  year 
ago  I  was  offered  the  position  of  chief  Redak- 
leur.  I  refused.  Because  all  prattle  of  democ- 
racy is  hopelessly  detached  from  the  facts  of 
our  lives.  The  conquerors  adjust  the  tight- 
ness of  our  manacles.  Well  and  good !  A  ne- 
cessity, but  antidemocratic.  A  democracy 
that  functions  where  the  meat  consumption 
per  human  being  is  a  hundred  and  seventy- 
three  pounds  a  year  cannot  function  here, 
where  consumption  per  capita  is  about  seven 
pounds  a  year.  Any  food  is  welcome  to  an 
empty  stomach.  We  are  grateful.  But  a  com- 
bination of  charity,  manacles  and  democracy 
tastes  bad.  So  I  refuse  to  write  editorials." 
Out  of  his  coat  pocket  Hacker  pulled  a  four- 
page  newspaper.  "Here,  look,"  he  said.  "Page 
one,  the  editorial,  written,  edited  and  pe- 
rused with  utmost  care.  Nobody  reads  it.  The 
thought  control  of  Hitler  has  been  replaced 
by  the  information  control  of  democratic 
colonels.  Now,  page  four — which  everybody 
reads  every  day — the  announcements  about 
rations ...  for  example,  the  news  that  against 
Coupon  Two  Thousand  one  box  of  matches 
per  household  may  be  purchased.  Page 
three — the  local  news,  which  is  my  field.  The 
chasm  between  page  one  and  pages  th  ee  and 
four  is  as  wide  as  the  chasm  between  illusion 
and  fact.  The  editorial  is  entitled  The  Moral 
Lesson  of  the  Nuremberg  Trials.  Important, 
but  nobody  cares.  Morals  are  the  property 
of  the  winner,  an  expen- 
■■■■i      sive  luxury  to  the  loser." 

"Tell  me,"  Martin  said, 
"how  much  attention  do 
Americans  pay  to  Russian 
lists  of  war  criminals?" 
"War  criminals  wanted 
^HHMn      by  Soviet  authorities?  " 
"Yes." 

"Generally  none.  Anyone  who  has  dis- 
agreed with  Stalin,  during  the  war  and  since, 
may  see  his  name  on  such  a  list.  Why  do  you 
ask?" 

"Curiosity." 

"Nevertheless,  it's  a  chapter  of  disgrace," 
Hacker  went  on.  "Disgrace  for  the  west.  Our 
police  has  forced  hundreds  to  return  to  Rus- 
sian custody  because  of  minor  technicali- 
ties— lack  of  proper  documents,  for  instance. 
The  Americans  don't  wish  to  be  bothered. 
And  our  own  officials  are  too  frightened  to 
act." 

"Have  you  ever  heard  the  name  of  Marcus 
Berzins?" 
"Berzins?" 
"Yes." 

"  Indeed,"  said  Hacker.  "A  Bait  or  a  Finn. 
The  Russians  have  a  juicy  reward  on  his 
head — alive.  Fifty  thousand  cigarettes,  if  I 
remember  correctly,  and  a  number  of  Stalin 
gift  packages.  Much  less  for  his  corpse." 

"A  guerrilla?" 

"A  combination  nationalist  and  brigand." 

Martin  changed  the  subject.  "All  right," 
he  said.  "I  have  errands  to  run.  Take  the 
cognac  with  you.  I  don't  want  it." 

Hacker  grunted.  "Are  you  crazy?" 

"No." 

"You  are  either  immensely  rich,  or  " 

"No,  no,"  Martin  said.  He  was  making 
ready  to  go  ashore.  "I  just  don't  want  this 
particular  bottle  of  cognac.  Take  it  with  you. 
Only  tell  me  one  other  thing." 

"With  pleasure!" 

"Your  shoes  " 

"Ach!"  Hacker  laughed.  His  laughter 
ended  quickly  in  racking  coughs.  "You  are 
very  observant.  Few  people  notice  the  shoes 
you  wear." 

"I  notice  shoes  as  I  notice  names,"  Martin 
said. 

Hacker  smiled.  "Germany  has  become 
the  land  of  fantastic  footgear.  These  are 
sandals  from  the  Congo,  taken  from  a  glass 
case  in  the  Ethnological  Museum.  Their  com- 
fort compensates  for  occasional  embarrass- 
ment." 

Martin  asked  bluntly,  "Do  you  trade 
black?" 

A  shadow  of  dejection  entered  Hacker's 
wasted  face.  "Yes.  Of  course.  Why  deny  it? 
My  son  steals  coal.  My  wife  carries  ruck- 


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sacks  to  the  farmers.  I,  sometimes— well,- not 
for  a  profit.  To  live,  yes?  Twelve  years  of 
dying  have  given  me  something  that  urgently 
makes  me  want  to  live.  Please — the  bottle ! " 

Martin  handed  him  the  bottle.  He  asked, 
"What?" 

"An  intense  curiosity  about  the  future  of 
the  world,  of  humanity."  Hacker  carefully 
strapped  the  bottle  against  his  stomach.  He 
closed  his  belt  and  buttoned  his  coat  so  that 
it  hid  the  bottle.  "A  walk  across  our  town," 
he  explained,  "has  become  as  dangerous  as 
an  overland  journey  during  the  Middle  Ages. 
Last  week  the  number  of  pedestrians  who 
were  stripped  to  their  skins  in  isolated  streets 
averaged  eight  per  night." 

Martin  thought  that  he  must  go  to  Lisa. 
"Yes,"  he  said.  "I  know.  Auj  Wiedersehen." 

"Auf  Wiedersehen,  Herr  Kapitan!" 

Wetterman  lounged  at  the  bulwark, 
smoking.  As  Martin  stepped  past  him  on  his 
way  ashore  he  tried  to  ignore  the  engineer. 
Wetterman  waved  a  salute. 

"Good  day,  captain.  Douse  fires?" 

"Douse  fires  for  today,"  Martin  said 
curtly.  "Have  a  head  of  steam  tomorrow 
six  p.m.  We  have  a  towing  job  at  high  tide." 

"American  ship?  " 

"Russian  ship — the  Dekabrist." 

Wetterman  said  nothing.  He  crossed  his 
long  arms  over  his  chest  and  stood  aside. 
Martin  passed  him.  Walking  along  the  quay, 
he  could  feel  the  engineer's  gaze  upon  his 
back. 

He  strode  into  Nordune.  He  looked  neither 
right  nor  left.  Along  the  streets  people  moved 
in  shadowy  and  listless 
throngs.  Martin  did  not  ■MHBi 

want  to  see  the  ruins  and 
the  people. 

In  the  vestibule  of  the 
Plaza  Theater  a  soldier 
and  a  girl  stood  in  em- 
brace. The  soldier  was  an 
American.  He  was  lean 
and  bronzed.  The  girl  was 
German.  She  was  plump, 
her  shoes  American-made, 
and  she  older  than  MMMHBMi 

the  soldier. 

Martin  looked  at  the  girl's  shoes.  Lisa 
needs  such  shoes,  he  thought. 

At  his  side  a  man  had  paused.  The  stran- 
ger was  unshaved.  His  suit  was  wrinkled. 
He  regarded  the  lovers  with  an  expression  of 
concentrated  hatred.. 

"Kollege,"  the  stranger  muttered.  "This 
girl  should  be  made  to  join  the  cropped 
heads." 

Martin  said,  "Why  bother?" 

"In  a  month  or  two,"  the  stranger  con- 
tinued, "he  will  buy  her  a  steamship  ticket 
to  New  York.  A  bride!  A  fool,  trapped— 
loved  for  loot,  for  the  canned  fat  of  America. 
Look — look  how  she  uses  her  hips." 

The  couple  sauntered  into  the  theater. 

"I  am  interested  in  her  shoes,"  Martin 
said. 

"Follow  them.  In  the  dark — small  risk. 
Pull  off  the  shoes." 

Martin  shrugged.  "You  do  it." 

"Not  my  line."  The  stranger  displayed  a 
pair  of  shears.  "I  give  haircuts.  Gratis.  Heil 
Hitler."  And  with  that  he  hastened  into  the 
theater. 

Martin  turned  away.  He  wondered  what 
he  could  bring  to  Lisa.  It  was  time  to  take 
her  away  from  the  art  gallery  with  its  pig- 
eyed  Hausvater,  its  filth  and  quarrels.  A 
house  would  be  rebuilt  on  Borkum  Allee. 
Lisa  would  move  into  this  house.  One  room 
at  first  a  shelter.  She  would  need  a  warm 
bed.  Too  soon  the  hard  frosts  and  snow 
would  strike  Nordune. 

His  own  bed  had  Stood  unused  a  month  in 
the  attic  of  Marianne.  Why  had  he  not 
thought  of  this  before?  He  quickened  his 
stride. 

To  move  the  bed  he  would  need  a  cart. 
Where  could  he  obtain  a  cart?  At  the  Ilansa 
Tavern,  where  he  ate  most  of  his  meals  when 
he  was  not  out  on  the  river.  He  would  ask 
the  owner,   Herr   Kabisch,   for  the  cart. 

Kabitch  would  be  obliged  to  lend  the  cart 

without  compensation.  To  a  prospective 
part  tier  in  banditry  The  cart  would  be  the 


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same  which  Martin  and  his  ;nate  hail 
to  transport  the  corpse  of  Nora  Rode  I 
cemetery.  The  undertaker  lud  derri 
cigarettes  or  lard  in  addition  to  the 
price  of  a  coffin.  Hein  Rode  had  had  t| 
cigarettes  nor  lard.  But  an  itinerant  Si 
the  sidewalk  had  coffins  for  rent:  forty [ 
for  a  half  day's  use  of  a  chest,  batter! 
clean. 

The  cart          Martin  was  not  a  su| 

tious  man.  With  dignity  the  cart  had  : 
Frau  Rode;  it  might  serve  as  well  to  cl 
bed  to  Lisa.  God  knows,  he  thought! 
other  cargoes  have  been  carried  on  this  c\ 

Martin  pushed  the  two-wheeled  c 
the  small  stone  house  on  Fregattens 
the  house  of  Marianne. 

He  ducked  as  a  ball  fashioned  out  c 
and  strings  sped  past  his  face.  Childrei 
playing  soccer  in  the  street.  Then  h 
other  children  crowded  around  a  boyl 
or  nine  years  old.  They  had  pressed  tl 
against  a  fence.  They  hooted  abuse  ai 
boy  cried.  Martin  saw  that  the  boy  cli 
a  piece  of  rubble. 

"Etsch,  etsch,  he  wants  to  be  an  1 
steher,"  the  children  shrieked.  "S 
shame,  he  wants  to  be  a  whore." 

"Leave  me  alone  .  .  .  why  can't  you 
me  alone?"  the  boy  cried. 

"Etsch,  etsch,  he  wants  to  be  " 

The  boy  raised  the  piece  of  rubble 
hands.  He  cried  wildly,  "If  you  do 

away  I'll  hit  you — I'll  kill  you  " 

"Etsch,  etsch.  Menschenmorder  ' 

Martin  pushed  in 
■■■■■I      group.  "Can't  you 
this  boy  alone?" 

The  children  scat 
The  boy  let  the  pie 
masonry  fall  on  the  gr 
He  looked  up  at  M 
wary  as  though  he| 
expected  another 
harassment. 

"Don't  be  afraid," 
tin  said.  He  saw  th< 
gggmg      trust  in  the  dark .  i  'Id 
The  boy  was  Jewish. j 
"Where  do  you  belong;  near  here?" 
"Down  there."  The  child  pointed  t! 
cellar  steps  of  Marianne's  house. 

From  a  little  way  off,  the  other  chi 
clambered  about  a  half-destroyed  house 
leader  was  a  skinny  girl  with  reddish 
tails  and  freckles  in  a  lively  face. 
Martin  said  to  the  boy,  "Now,  run  he 
"The  door  is  locked." 
"Where  is  your  mother?" 
"I  have  no  mother." 
"Your  father?" 
"  I  don't  know." 
"Who  takes  care  of  you?" 
"A  woman  down  there." 
"Etsch,  etsch,"  sang  the  girl  witl 
freckles. 

"I'm  ashamed  of  you,"  Martin  sai' 
want  you  to  be  friendly  to  this  little  h 
Don't  you  think  he's  as  good  as  you  i 

"No,  he  isn't."  The  girl  spread  he 
and  put  her  hands  on  her  hips.  "Real 
have  something  he  don't  have.  He's  -i 
She  grinned.  Then  she  went  on,  point  f 
freckled  hand,  "Look  at  his  shoes!  He  *p 
the  shoes  of  an  Eckensteher.  He  lives  ill! 
cellar  with  the  whores.  He's  circumcised 
wants  to  be  a  whore  himself." 

The  other  children  snickered.  MartirW» 
that  the  boy  wore  high-heeled  women's^ 
pers.  They  were  too  large  for  his  feet. 

"Etsch,  etsch  "  Again  the  chant  a 

children's  voices,  merciless  and  ugly. 

The  Jewish  boy  bent  forward,  snat 
the  slippers  from  his  feet.  An  instant  lat 
was  sprinting  along  the  street,  carrying 
slipper  in  each  hand. 

"There  he  goes!  Let's  catch  him! 

Martin  lunged  across  the  street.  IIe|ri 
Seized  by  a  dull,  unreasoning  wrath.  Ilec 
took  the  swarm  of  running  children.  In  i 
leapt  he  overtook  the  girl  with  the  fret 

•  Are  you  a  Christian?"  he  demande 

"Yes,"  said  the  girl.  "Ix-t  me  go." 

"I  am  also  a  Christian.  And  that  b! 
my  friend.  Have  you  N  amed  what  Jesuvfcl 
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Suddenly  she  struggled  to  get  away.  The 
savage  strength  in  that  skinny  body  drove 
Martin  to  a  fury.  He  laid  the  girl  across  his 
knee.  He  pulled  out  a  short  chain  Herr 
Kabisch  had  lent  him  and  whipped  her  with 
the  chain.  Then,  appalled  by  what  he  was 
doing,  he  let  her  go. 

The  hunted  boy  had  disappeared.  The 
other  children  hovered  in  nearby  ruins,  awed 
and  uncertain.  The  girl  crouched  on  the 
street,  whimpering.  Martin  sensed  that  eyes 
watched  him  through  the  cracks  of  many 
cardboard-covered  windows.  He  stood  the 
girl  on  her  feet  and  brushed  the  dust  from 
her  skirt. 

"You  have  a  mother,  don't  you?" 

"Yes." 

"Go  home!  Tell  her  why  you  got  flogged." 

He  turned  away.  He  went  to  Kabisch's 
cart,  slung  the  chain  around  the  spoke  of  a 
wheel  and  locked  it  to  the  axle.  He  snapped 
shut  the  lock.  Carts,  as  well  as  bicycles,  could 
not  be  left  unguarded  on  any  street.  A  yelling 
arose  behind  him.  The  girl  with  the  freckles 
was  dancing  on  a  mound  of  wreckage.  She 
was  leading  her  cohort  in  a  new  chant. 

"Menschenschinder !  Jew!  Jew!" 

He  looked  at  the  girl.  She  was  vicious  and 
indomitable.  She  made  him  feel  defeated, 
hollow.  And  then  he  saw  something  else.  A 
half  block  beyond  the  prancing  girl,  in  the 
doorway  of  a  shuttered  cigar  store,  stood  the 
stubby  man  in  the  brown  coat. 

Martin  mounted  the  stairs  to  the  attic.  At 
the  door  to  Marianne's  room  he  paused.  His 
heart  beat  like  a  hammer  chipping  away  at 
a  layer  of  rust. 

On  the  other  side  of  the  door  someone  was 
talking.  Words,  sentences  ...  a  measured 
torrent  of  words.  It  was  not  the  voice  of 
Marianne.  It  was  a  man's  voice. 

".  .  .  wordless  we  look  through  the  bars  of  the 
prison-train  window.  Through  the  glassless 
aperture  there  lash  the  Russian  stenches,  the 
Russian  noises,  the  bitter  Russian  wind.  From 
a  slave  camp  in  Stalingrad  we  roll  toward  a 
slave  camp  on  the  Baltic  Sea,  and  past  us  spins 
a  land  of  somber  and  limitless  strength,  and  on 
the  way  lies  Moscow,  awesome  and  ugly  me- 
morial of  German  failure. 

"The  train  halls.  The  platform  teems  with 
uniforms  which  differ  from  the  uniforms  of 
Stalingrad  only  in  the  way  a  city  mob  differs 
from  a  mob  of  yokels.  Civilians  strut  about  in 
wood-fiber  Sunday  suits  instead  of  collections 
of  rags.  The  platform  chief  is  a  woman.  As  she 
passes  our  cage  on  wheels,  a  strident  perfume 
is  wafted  through  the  bars  .  .  . 

"'I  have  smelled  this  perfume  in  Stalingrad,' 
I  said  idly. 

"A  fellow  prisoner  answers:  'No  other  per- 
fume is  made.' 

"The  woman  pushes  aside  her  red  railroad- 
station  cap.  With  all  ten  fingers  she  scratches 
her  thick  blond  hair. 

"'Lice,'  someone  said. 

"  'Lice  are  the  true  conquerors  of  Moscoiv,'  I 
comment  loudly. 

"The  woman  understands.  She  is  annoyed." 

Martin  waited  for  the  sound  of  Marianne's 
voice.  The  man  talked  on.  Never  had  he 
known  Marianne  to  be  so  silent  when  some- 
one spoke  about  the  war. 

Martin  decided  he  could  wait  no  longer. 
He  must  get  his  bed  and  go  to  Lisa.  He  did 
not  know  that  he  neglected  to  knock.  He 
opened  the  door  and  entered  the  attic. 

A  man  who  had  been  standing  in  front 
of  Marianne's  mirror  stopped  talking  and 
swung  around  to  face  him. 

"Pardon,"  Martin  said.  "I  came  to  see 
Frau  Marianne." 

"She  is  not  here.  She  is  out." 

"Then  this  is  still  her  home?" 

The  young  man's  manner  was  hostile.  He 
put  down  a  typewritten  sheet  of  paper  from 
which  he  had  been  reading.  "Who  the  devil 
are  you?"  he  demanded. 

"Helm.  Captain  Helm." 

"  I  never  heard  of  you." 

"I  am  a  friend  of  Frau  Marianne." 

"How  good  a  friend?"  The  young  man 
cocked  his  head  in  a  gesture  that  seemed  to 
Martin  a  mixture  of  curiosity  and  a  taunting 
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"It's  not  your  affair." 
"You  err,"  the  young  man  said.  "It  is." 
Martin  said.  "I  used  to  live  here.  I  came 
to  get  my  bed." 
"Your  bed? " 
"Yes." 

"You  are  not  wanted  here." 

Martin  measured  the  young  man.  He  was 
short,  slim  and  wiry.  He  had  a  sensitive, 
beardless  face,  a  sharp  nose  and  a  pointed 
chin.  His  eyes  were  dark,  uncompromising 
in  the  haggard  face.  His  hair,  cut  short, 
stood  up  like  a  brush.  There  was  in  his  bear- 
ing the  self-reliance  of  a  combat  soldier. 

Martin  said  with  calmness,  "I  don't  want 
to  interfere.  I  came  to  get  my  bed  and  my 
two  blankets.  I  need  them.  It's  the  bed 
which  stands  on  the  far  side,  to  your  left." 

"You  are  not  going  to  touch  the  bed." 

"Look — I  lived  here.  I  bought  the  bed. 
And  now  I  want  it." 

"It's  mine  now,"  the  young  man  said.  "I 
sleep  in  it." 

Martin  forced  himself  to  be  patient.  The 
other's  motions  were  jerky — nervous — bird- 
like. "You  wouldn't  rob  a  man  of  his  bed, 
would  you?"  he  asked,  smiling. 

"No.  I  am  going  to  throw  you  down  the 
stairs." 

"You?" 

"Yes— I." 

Martin  advanced  slowly.  The  young  man 
reached  behind  the  mirror.  In  his  hand  he 
held  a  black  Luger  pistol.  He  pointed  the 
pistol  at  Martin. 

"Will  you  depart  now?" 

Martin  looked  into  the  muzzle.  Seconds 
passed  like  a  flapping  of  wings.  A  Luger 
muzzle  is  like  a  hypnotic  eye.  He  backed  to- 
ward the  door.  The  young  ^^^^^^^^ 
man  stood  motionless.  His  M^HI^^B 
pistol  hand  did  not  trem- 
ble. His  feminine  mouth 
had  become  astraight,  thin, 
hard  line.  His  eyes  were 
wide  open.  To  Martin 
they  seemed  blank.  They 
were  the  eyes  of  a  killer. 

On  the  landing  outside  the  room  Martin 
halted  his  absurd  backward  motion.  "This  is 
nonsense,"  he  said. 

The  yoiifig  man  said  nothing  more.  He 
lowered  the  pistol,  strode  across  the  room 
and  closed  the  door. 

Martin  stood  on  the  street.  He  would  not 
quarrel  with  a  nervous  youth  who  could  aim 
a  Luger  from  the  hip.  Neither  would  he  give 
up  his  bed.  He  would  wait  for  Marianne. 

The  afternoon  was  waning.  Darkness 
would  close  its  fist  around  Nordune.  Before 
the  curfew  hour  Lisa  would  trudge  to  the  art 
gallery  to  lie  on  her  back  and  stare  into  the 
night.  No.  She  would  be  tired  from  her  day's 
work  on  Borkum  Allee  and  would  fall  asleep 
quickly.  For  a  week— the  week  of  his  trip  to 
the  Skagerrak— he  had  not  seen  Lisa.  People 
could  vanish  in  less  time  than  a  week. 

Martin  paced  the  broken  sidewalk.  He 
thought.  Am  I  jealous  because  Marianne  has 
found  a  lover?  No,  I  must  not  permit  myself 
to  be  disturbed.  I  should  be  glad.  I  hunger  for  a 
predictable  manner  of  living.  Predictable  mo- 
notony, without  surprises,  without  compulsions. 

At  this  moment  he  saw  Marianne.  She  was 
pushing  a  wheelbarrow  along  the  edge  of  the 
sidewalk.  Her  wooden  stump  set  the  pace  for 
the  leg  that  was  whole.  In  the  gathering  dusk 
of  November  her  face  was  like  gray  stone 
and  her  slenderness  looked  frayed,  and  old. 
"Marianne  " 

"Martin!  Where've  you  been  hiding?" 

"I  am  not  hiding  at  all." 

"Tell  me  what  you've  been  doing.  I  don't 
mean  the  ships  you  towed;  I  mean— well, 
other  things.  I  am  glad  to  see  you  again ! " 

"I  should  also  be  glad,"  Martin  said.  "I 
see  you  have  another  "  He  paused. 

She  asked,  "Another  what?" 

"Experience." 

"A  man?  Why  not?  But  I'm  foolish  to 
talk !  You'll  think  me  a  Messalina.  I  am  not. 
I  am  naive." 

Martin  asked,  "I lave  you  heard  from  your 
husband?" 

"No.  No  news  ever  comes  out  of  Russia.  I 
am  sure  he  is  dead." 


■k  There  is  no  worse  evil  than 
W  a  bad  woman,  and  nothing 
has  ever  been  produeed  better 
than  a  good  one.  —EURIPIDES. 


April,  1950 

They  stood  on  the  street,  the  wheelbarrow 
between  them.  She  looks  tired,  Martin 
thought.  But  her  eyes  were  clear  and  beauti- 
ful. He  looked  at  her  hair. 

"It's  turning  gray,"  Marianne  said  with  a 
sardonic  sadness.  "Gray-haired  and  one- 
legged  at  thirty-two.  No  wonder  you  aban- 
doned me." 

"I  did  not  abandon  you." 

"How  would  you  call  it?  Escaped?" 

"Do  you  blame  me?" 

Marianne  threw  back  her  head  and 
laughed.  Again  she  was  the  ugly,  brilliant 
Marianne.  "I  don't  blame  you  at  all.  I  am 
amused.  I  made  a  mistake  when  I  threw  out 
the  girl.  What  was  her  name?  Lisa?" 

"Yes.  That's  why  I  didn't  come  back  to 
you." 

"  I  know."  She  studied  Martin's  face,  curi- 
ous, and  intense  in  her  anxiety  to  make  him 
understand.  "Oh,  Martin,  I  was  so  inexcus- 
ably stupid.  This  miserable  half- Slav  crea- 
ture you  asked  me  to  shelter  .  .  .  coming 
from  the  East  I  hate. . . .  God  in  heaven !  Mil- 
lions of  them!  There  she  was — how  shall  I 
say? — miraculously  undamaged!  Two  fine 
legs  to  walk  on,  ten  toes  to  wiggle  in  the 
air.  ...  I  had  a  stupid  vision  of  her — with 
you.  Then  I  threw  her  out.  ...  I  was — oh, 
nothing!  Can  you  forgive  me?" 

"There  is  nothing  to  forgive,"  Martin  said. 

"Forgive  me  my  stupidity." 

"I  came  to  take  my  bed  away.  I  brought 
a  cart." 

"A  bed  for  Lisa?  Is  she  still  with  you?" 
"Yes.  I  went  up  to  take  it.  A 'boy  was  in 
your  room.  He  pointed  a  pistol  at  me.  So  I 
waited  here  on  the  street  for  you." 
^^^^^^^^  Marianne  was  silent. 
^^^^^^^^  "  I  hi  re         no  trouble, 

no  fight,"  Martin  reas- 
sured her.  "But  you  should 
tell  this  boy  that  there's  a 
death  penalty  for  owning 
a  hidden  Luger." 
HHH^HH  "  He's  not  a  boy.  He's  a 
man." 

"A  man,  then,"  Martin  said.  "  I  found  him 
in  front  of  a  mirror,  reading  or  talking  to  him- 
self. Whoever  he  is,  he'll  have  to  surrender 
my  bed." 

Now  Marianne  laughed  merrily.  "How 
wonderful !  In  the  past,  cavaliers  fought  over 
the  woman — today  they  fight  over  the  bed." 

"Who  is  the  fellow?" 

"He  was  a  student.  He  fought  with  a  spe- 
cial brigade  in  the  war.  Two  years  he  was  a 
prisoner.  In  Siberia  and  on  the  Baltic.  He 
escaped.  I  found  him.  Now  he  struggles  to 
become  a  writer." 

"A  writer  with  a  Luger  pistol,"  Martin 
said.  "Do  you  love  him?" 

Marianne  said  simply,  "Yes,  Martin." 

"He's  much  younger  than  you  are." 

"  In  a  time  like  this — does  it  matter?  " 

"No."  Martin  knew  what  the  tasks  of  the 
special  brigades  had  been  in  the  eastern  war. 
Utter  fanatics  assigned  to  murder,  and  to 
suicidal  missions. 

"He  is  a  most  exciting  lover,"  said  Mari- 
anne. "He  gives  me  what  I  want  and  what  I 
need.  He  believes  that  he — that  we  are  still 
a  people  with  a  mission." 

"A  megalomaniac." 

"So  are  you!"  Marianne's  voice  sounded 
vicious.  "Is  there  anything  wrong  with  the 
belief  that  you  must  be  the  pioneer  of  a  high 
mission?" 

"He'll  bring  you  trouble."  Martin  felt 
pity  for  her.  "Theatrics  in  front  of  a  mirror. 
And  a  pistol  hidden  behind  it." 

Marianne  trembled.  Her  face  went  cold. 
"Take  your  bed  and  go  to  your  Lisa." 

Martin  reached  across  the  barrow.  He 
clasi)cd  Marianne's  shoulders.  "  I  don't  want 
to  quarrel  with  you." 

"No— why  should  we  quarrel?" 

"We  both  were  born  on  Helgoland,"  he 
went  on.  "I  passed  Helgoland  last  week." 

Something  warm  flashed  over  Marianne. 
"You  saw  Helgoland?  How  — 

"Destroyed  lioinberl  day  and  night.  And 
still  be;mt  ilnl  because  it  reminded  me  of 
something." 

Marianne  nodded.  "Can  you  understand, 
Martin?  I  wanted  you.  You  went  away. 

(Cimliniirtl  mi  I'unc  <)H) 


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(Continued  from  Page  96) 
Now  I  have  Hanns.  Like  Helgoland.  There 
are  men  who  remind  me  of  something— I 
don't  know  what.  Those  are  men  I  must 
love." 

Martin  said,  "Do  you  want  to  be  de- 
stroyed?" 
"Perhaps." 

"Don't  you  believe  that  someday  our 
road  will  lead  upward  again?  If  we  all  get 
together  and  build  it — in  an  upward  direc- 
tion?" 

"For  whom— and  what?" 
"For  ourselves.  To  prove  our  strength." 
"No.  We  are  finished.  Only  fools  try  to 
build." 

"I  am  a  fool  who  wants  to  build."  Martin 
smiled.  "What's  in  your  wheelbarrow? 
Potatoes?  Apples?" 

"No."  Marianne  drew  back  the  burlap 
covering.  "They're  women's  pocketbooks 
made  of  pasteboard.  I  buy  them.  I  decorate 
them.  I  sell  them.  But  you  want  to  get  your 
bed.  don't  you?" 

Martin  pushed  the  barrow  with  the  card- 
board pocketbooks  to  the  entrance  of  the 
house.  "  I  have  ordered  some  oil  paints  and 
new  brushes  for  you."  he  said. 
"How?" 

"The  farmer  in  Texas.  I  worked  for  him." 
"Please  don't  beg 


\pril,  w| 

Again  he  did  not  answer.  She  slipped,  rj 

her  coat.  She  stretched  her  long  torso  und 
the  light.  Her  eyes  glittered. 

"It's  cold,"  she  said.  "We'll  have  frost  I 

Martin  loaded  his  bedstead  on  the  wagol 
Two  blankets,  a  mattress  and  a  pillow  ! 
rolled  into  a  bundle.  He  unlocked  the  cha 
from  the  cart  wheel  and  slipped  the  cha: 
under  his  belt.  He  would  use  it  as  a  weap 
Too  many  people  had  no  beds;  it  was  dangi 
ous  to  cart  a  load  of  bedding  at  night  aero 
Nordune. 

Through  moonlit  darkness  he  pushed  ta 
wagon  to  Borkum  Allee.  He  kept  to  the  mil 
die  of  the  streets,  away  from  the  hou: 
stumps.  Moonlight  clothed  the  nakedness  < 
ruins  with  a  sheen  of  dignity. 

Martin  counted  the  ruins.  Number  23.  m 
eased  the  wagon  to  the  curb.  The  site  w;i 
clean.  Moonlight  seeped  into  the  pit  of  trj 
cellar  where  a  stack  of  bricks  cast  a  heav 
rectangular  shadow. 
"Lisa!" 

A  cat  cried.  Martin  looked  for  the  cat.  Hj 
saw  it  atop  a  high  adjoining  wall  which 
bomb  burst  had  terraced  with  odd  symmetr 
Then  he  saw  something  else:  on  each  te 
raced  step  there  stood  a  bucket  or  a  barn 
Now  Martin  w; 


Your  guld*  to  the 
beit  In  modern 
automatic  cookery. 


for  me  from  any- 
body !" 

"I  did  not  beg  or 
whimper.  You  can 
pay  the  farmer  by 
sending  something  in 
return." 

"A  picture?" 
"Perhaps.  Or  an 
ornamental  loving 
cup." 

"In  Texas  they'll 
use  it  as  a  spittoon," 
she  said. 

Martin  thought. 
Nothing  will  help 
Marianne. 

He  slipped  his  arms 
under  the  wheelbar- 
row and  carried  it  to 
theattic.  Close  behind 
him  he  could  hear  the 
tappingof  Marianne's 
stump. 

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Nether-Saxon  peas- 


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Washed  with  rain, 
And  even  the  brush  of  sparrow  wing 
Will  bring  it  pain; 
Chartreuse  April 
And  a  morning  slow  with  sleep 
And  robin  song  and  your  sweet 

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Can  make  me  weep. 
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ant  furniture  she  had 

once  ranked  among  the  best  in  Nordune. 
That  was  finished.  No  new  furniture  was 
made,  for  lack  of  tools  and  wood.  Marianne 
had  taken  to  the  painting  of  peasant  motifs 
on  trays  and  love  plates.  Soon  that,  too,  was 
finished.  No  trays,  no  plates. 

He  set  down  the  wheelbarrow  on  the  attic 
landing.  He  tried  the  door.  It  was  locked. 

Marianne  took  a  key  from  the  pocket  of 
her  coat.  She  unlocked  the  door.  Martin 
rolled  the  wheelbarrow  into  the  room.  Hanns 
Fleming  was  not  there. 

"Hanns  often  walks  the  streets  alone." 
Marianne  said  lightly.  She  turned  the  elec- 
tric switch.  The  light  went  on.  "Oh,  it  works. 
How  nice! .  .  .  When  Hanns  has  walked  him- 
self tired,  he  comes  back." 

"Is  he  on  the  wanted  lists?"  Martin 
asked  quietly. 

"I  really  don't  know,  Martin.  I  haven't 
bothered  " 

"With  special-brigade  members  arrest  is 
mandatory." 

"  It's  no  concern  for  me." 

"He  shouldn't  greet  visitors  with  a  Lugcr." 
Martin  said.  "Anytx>dy  else  would  have  run 
to  call  police." 

"Our  policemen  are  traitors.  They  serve 
the  foreigners.  Could  you  ever  be  what  the 
Others  call  a  quisling?" 

Martin  did  not  answer  her. 

"Could  you?"  repeated  Marianne. 

"What?" 

"Betray  your  own  people?" 

"Could  you  eat  in  the  Hansa  Tavern," 
Martin  asked,  "and  l<x)k  at  a  picture  of 
Belten  corpses,  and  not  1h-  disturbed  in  your 
appetite?" 

"Could  you.  Martin?" 


disturbed.  What  fai 
tasy  was  this  ?  Again 
the  background 
saw-toothed  hou.M 
cadavers  there  sttx 
more  buckets  and  9 
rels.  Some  were  t 
the  ground  near  tl 
foundations  of  h 
house.  Wash  caldron 
pails.  Thick  stovt 
pipes  stood  like  vase; 
A  bathtub. 

He  shouted,  "Lisa 
Lisa!" 

A  voice,  mufflel 
and  distant,  replieq 
Martin  strode  i: 
the  direction  of  th 
sound.  He  crossed  thj 
cleared  plot  and  th| 
filled-in  bomb  craft 
and  stopped  in  fro] 
of  a  glacier  of  littl 
and  dust. 

"Here  I  am 
voice  said  behind  him 
He  turned.  She  emerged  from  the  base  oj 
the  high  explosion-terraced  wall.  She  threv 
her  arms  around  him. 

"I  feared  you'd  never  come  back!" 
"I  always  come  back,"  Martin  said.  "Ho 
did  things  go?" 

"I've  so  much  to  show  you." 
He  kissed  her. 
She  asked,  "Have  I  learned  how  to  kis 
my  man?  " 
"Yes." 

"That's  good ! "  She  took  his  hand.  "Corn 
I'll  show  you."  She  drew  him  to  the  ope 
cellar  of  his  house  to  show  him  the  mass  c 
bricks  she  had  cleaned.  "Bricks,"  she  said 
"Even  in  my  sleep  I  clean  bricks."  Holding 
his  hand,  she  swung  his  arm.  "Now  I'll  sho\«| 
you  something  else.  Ask  me  how  I  worked!'! 

"How  did  you  work?" 

"Hard." 

He  pointed  at  the  nearest  grouping  of  the 
mysterious  containers.  "How  did  all  this  get 

here?" 

"I  got  them  from  everywhere!"  Lisa  waf 
exuberant.  "I  found  them.  On  the  rubble 
dumps  they  lie  by  the  thousands.  PeopM 
think  they're  no  good.  Some  have  holt  s  Somd 
have  no  bottoms  at  all.  Look  what's  insidl 
them!" 

"What  is  it?" 

"Earth!  Soil!  There's  a  burned-dowi 
stable  two  corners  away.  I  got  the  horse  dung 
it  was  g(x>d  and  old.  And  I  got  earth.  I 
thought  my  back  would  break!  I  mixed  it 
.uid  Idled  as  many  pails  and  pipes  as  I  could 
In  the  spring  we're  going  to  have  a  garden.] 
You'll  see!" 

Martin  stood  motionless  Before  the  spring) 

there  would  be  winter, 

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Must  Guard  Against  Germs 


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(Continued  from  Page  98) 
"Already  1  planted  some  things,"  Lisa 
said.  "Tulips.  And  daffodils.  And  narcissus." 
"Flowers?" 

"Yes!  All  the  bulbs  are  from  Holland." 

"How  did  you  get  them?" 

"  From  an  American  lady — a  Quaker  lady. 
It  was  my  secret — 1  wanted  to  surprise  you. 
The  Quaker  lady  formed  a  club  of  the  wives 
of  American  soldiers.  She  believes  people 
will  feel  happier  if  they  have  flowers.  She 
got  bulbs  from  Holland  and  gave  them  away. 
Later  they're  going  to  get  seeds  for  vegetables 
from  America  and  " 

"You  went  to  the  Quaker  lady?" 

"Yes — was  it  wrong?" 

"No.  Did  you  give  her  your  name?" 
Martin  asked. 

"Yes.  She  is  kind.  In  the  spring  we'll  have 
flowers  to  sell  when  people  are  tired  of  the 
winter.  Can  you  guess  what  I'm  going  to 
plant  in  the  spring?" 

"Potatoes?" 

"No." 

"Cabbages?" 

"Oh,  no!  Everybody  plants  potatoes  and 
cabbage." 

"What  will  you  grow?" 
"Tobacco." 

Martin  laughed.  Beneath  his  laughter  he 
thought,  /  love  this  girl.  She's  stronger  than  I. 
"Come,"  he  said.  He  drew  her  close.  They 
stood  among  the  fag  ends  of  Nordune  and 
Martin  knew  with  certitude  that  living  on 
was  going  to  make  sense. 

Lisa  said,  "Do  you  want  to  see  the  new 
sleeping  place  I  discovered?" 

"Yes."  He  followed  her  to  the  base  of  the 
terraced  wall.  Lisa  moved  aside  a  piece  of 

corrugated  iron.  There  was   

a  cellar  window  close  to  sH^S^Bs^i^BB 
the  ground. 

"Watch  how  I  do  it," 
she  said. 

Head  first,  she  slipped 
inside.  He  followed  her. 
His  hands  touched  the  ■■MMH^BBi 
bottom  of  a  tub  placed 
upside  down  below  the  cellar  window.  He 
drew  in  his  legs  and  stood  up.  Lisa  slid  the 
piece  of  corrugated  iron  back  into  place; 
now  the  darkness  was  complete. 

"Stand  still,"  she  said.  "1  have  a  candle 
and  matches." 

The  light  flickered  weakly,  steadied.  They 
were  in  the  laundry  basement  of  a  three- 
family  house  that  had  adjoined  Martin's  own 
cottage.  The  stairway  opening  which  led  to 
the  ground  floor  was  blocked  by  a  mass  of 
shattered  masonry.  Entrance  and  exit  were 
possible  only  through  the  window  hole.  A 
brick  oven,  a  zinc  boiler  above  it  and  a  tub 
to  one  side  were  intact.  Odds  and  ends  of 
wood  fastened  across  the  top  of  a  barrel  with 
rusted  hoops  served  as  a  table.  There  was  a 
chair  and  there  were  several  boxes  filled  with 
picture  frames,  rusted  nails,  rags,  a  type- 
writer, an  electric  iron. 

"My  treasures,"  Lisa  said.  "One  finds  all 
kinds  of  treasures  in  the  ruins.  And  we  even 
have  water!"  She  turned  a  faucet.  Water 
rushed  into  the  zinc  tub. 

"How  did  you  find  this?" 

"1  saw  the  cats  go  in  and  out." 

"It  must  have  taken  courage  to  creep  into 
this  place." 

Oh— at  first.  I  feared  dead  people  might 
be  lying  under  the  house."  Lisa  turned  off 
the  water.  "To  take  a  bath,"  she  continued, 
"one  climbs  in  the  tub  and  sits  in  it.  Are  you 
hungry,  Martin?  I  can  give  you  bread,  and 
pears." 

"Fine!  But  have  you  eaten?" 

"I  had  enough.  I  traded.  My  cigarettes 
are  almost  finished."  She  gave  him  a  lump  of 
bread  and  two  pears.  "I'll  watch  you  eat," 
she  said  happily. 

He  asked,  "Where  do  you  sleep?" 

She  pointed  to  a  corner  of  the  cellar.  There 
was  a  low  platform  of  bricks,  covered  with  a 
layer  of  paper  and  dried  weeds.  In  the  candle- 
light Lisa  smiled.  "At  the  end  of  a  day  I'm 
so  tired  I  can  sleep  anywhere." 

"Are  you  tired  now?" 

"No." 

"I  brought  a  bed  for  you,  a  real  bed. 
Wait!" 


■V  The  old  believe  everything; 
*f   the    middle-aged  suspect 


the  young  know 
—  OSCAR  WILDE. 


He  hoisted  himself  through  the  windov 
He  pushed  Herr  Kabisch's  cart  to  the  bai, 
of  the  terraced  wall.  Through  the  window  1 
handed  the  blankets,  mattress,  pillow  an. 
the  sections  of  the  bed.  He  locked  the  wags' 
and  slid  inside.  After  that  they  put  togethi 
the  bed. 

Far  off  a  bell  rang  in  the  night. 

Lisa  said,  "You  can't  go  back  to  the  tu| 
boat." 

"Why  not?" 

"It's  eleven.  The  curfew.  You  might  gc 
shot  by  a  patrol." 

Martin  said,  "You  are  right.  It's  too  lal 
to  go  back." 

A  queue.  A  coming  and  going.  Voices. 

"Downstairs  there  is  a  distribution  ( 
raisins.  Upstairs — a  suicide." 

"A  suicide?" 

"Yes.  A  girl.  She  drank  a  bottle  of  nict 
tine." 

"Iam  interested  in  the  raisins — not  in  th 
nicotine." 

"How  much?" 

"A  quarter  pound  per  adult  in  possession 
of  a  work  card." 
"And  others?" 
"What  others?" 

"Those  who  have  no  work  card.  The  agec 
The  sick." 

"That  depends  on  their  classification  c 
usefulness.  I  don't  know — go  and  ask  tl 
gentlemen  of  the  Wirtschaftsamt." 

Martin  drew  Lisa  away.  "Let's  not  wait, 
he  said.  "Let's  eat  breakfast  in  a  tavern." 

"It  costs  ration  coupons." 

"  I'll  use  mine.  A  man  gets  tired  pretendir 
that  he  isn't  hungry  all  the  time." 
^^^^^^^^         "Yes,"  Lisa  said.  I 
■■^^S^I^M 

It  was  morning.  A 
ready  the  streets  teemetj 
with  housewives  huntini 
food:  shabby-coate^ 
women  carrying  shabb 
■■■■■■H  market  bags.  Bundles 
bales,  rucksacks.  An  ok 
man  pulled  a  cartload  of  sand,  an  old  womai 
pushed.  A  mother  and  two  children  transi 
ported  a  stove.  The  day  was  clear,  the  ail 
was  clean.  Lisa  looked  small  and  pale,  bu 
she  walked  beside  him  with  an  air  of  con 
fident  serenity. 

"Martin  " 

"What?" 

"Have  you  ever  thought  of  taking  youi 
own  life?" 

"No,"  he  said,  and  felt  that  he  spoke  the 
truth.  "Have  you?" 

"Sometimes  I've  wished  for  death.  Nol 
suicide — just  death,  you  know?  But  afte 
last  night  I  want  to  live  and  never  think  o 
death  again." 

Martin  said  nothing. 

Lisa  said,  "I  love  you." 

"That's  good." 

"  You  made  me  feel  that  you  want  me.  Yo 
made  me  feel  that  I  belong  to  you.  I  anj 
happy,  and  I  am  hungry." 

"We'll  have  food,"  Martin  said.  "And 
then  we'll  do  something  about  your  boots.' 

Lisa  smiled.  There  was  a  new  knowledge] 
in  her  smile. 

They  ate  a  breakfast  of  potato  pancake*! 
in  a  small  restaurant  near  the  RamparU 
Park  where  a  taciturn  widow  collected  frorr 
Martin  the  coupons  for  two  days'  rations  of 
potatoes  and  fat  for  their  meal;  after  that 
Martin  took  Lisa  to  one  of  the  newspaper 
kiosks  which  stood  at  intersections  like  gaudy 
little  temples. 

"A  pamphlet,"  Martin  said. 

There  were  stacks  of  pamphlets  in  the' 
kiosk.  About  Democracy,  about  the  Concen- 
tration Camps,  about  Hedonism  and  Life] 
After  Death.  Nobody  read  them,  but  even 
one  bought  them.  "Old  paper"  must  be  sm 
rendered  to  shopkeepers  before  they  would 
sell  a  paper  pocketbook  to  a  woman  or  a| 
noteb(X)k  to  a  school  child;  and  the  shop 
keepers  sold  back  the  "old  pai)er"  to  thi" 
kiosk  women,  who  in  turn  resold  it  as  pam- 
phlets to  people  in  need  of  "old  paper." 

Martin  tore  a  numbei  'if  pages  from  op 

pamphlet  and  rubbed  them  between  his 
hands  until  they  were  shredded  and  soft. 

(Continued  on  Pag*  102) 


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(Continued  from  Page  100) 
"Take  off  your  boots."  he  said  to  Lisa. 

"Put  the  paper  inside.  It'll  help  to  keep  you 

warm.  It'll  make  your  boots  fit."  When  she 

had  finished  and  put  the  boots  on  again  he 

asked,  "Better  now?" 

"Much  better."  They  stood  under  a  giant 

linden.  "Will  you  come  back  to  me  tonight?  " 

Lisa  asked. 

"No.  We  are  towing  a  ship.  A  Russian 

ship." 

Lisa  winced.  "When  will  you  come  back  ?  " 

"The  night  after  tomorrow." 

"Until  you  come  back,"  Lisa  said,  "  I'll  go 
trading  for  food." 

He  gave  her  some  money.  It  would  not 
buy  anything,  but  it  was  better  to  have  a  lit- 
tle worthless  money  than  no  money  at  all. 
Today  he  would  repair  the  Mercedes  boat 
which  belonged  to  the  wife  of  the  American 
major  and  would  demand  his  pay  in  ciga- 
rettes. 

"Good-by,"  he  said,  "take  care." 

"May  God  protect  you,"  said  Lisa. 

He  rode  a  streetcar  to  the  harbor.  The 
Sirius  lay  silent,  like  a  mastiff  asleep  at  its 
chain.  Max,  the  deck  hand,  was  watchman 
for  the  day.  He  was  nowhere  in  sight.  See- 
camp  was  ashore.  Wetterman's  cabin  was 
locked,  the  porthole  curtains  drawn. 

Martin  took  a  pump  and  chest  of  tools 
from  the  engine  room.  He  put  the  pump  and 
the  tools  into  a  small  workboat  whic.h  hung 


from  davits  amidships.  IK'  lowered  the  t 
der  to  the  water  and  rowed  to  the  pj] 
where  the  speed  launch,  the  Mercedes,  I 
moored. 

He  pumped  the  rain  water  out  of  therd 
He  glanced  at  the  propeller  shaft  and  I 
steering  gear.  Then  he  checked  the  fasteni 
of  electric  wires.  They  were  tight.  He 
tached  the  gasoline  line.  He  blew  ait  thro 
the  line.  Clear.  Next  he  tested  the  fuel  pm 
It  was  intact.  He  detached  the  carbun 
and  took  it  apart.  The  carburetor  ne 
valve  was  clogged  with  dirt.  The  (loat 
bent. 

He  polished  the  needle  valve  with  ran 
placed  it.  Then  he  pressed  the  starter  but 
of  the  Mercedes  boat.  Nothing  happei 
The  battery  had  trickled  out. 

A  hand  crank.  Before  he  could  crank 
motor  to  life  he  heard  his  name  called  f 
the  quay.  Max,  the  deck  hand,  said,  "A 
tective  was  here." 

Martin  put  down  the  crank.  "  WhatdJ 
want?" 

"He  wanted  you." 

"How  long  ago?" 

"Breakfast  time." 

"American  or  German?" 

"German."  Max  regarded  his  cap 
with  malice.  "They  want  you  right  awa 
the  Police  House,"  he  said.  "  In  Room  F 
eighteen." 

(To  be  Continued) 


THE  SEEE-INELICTEII  BACKACHE 

(Continued  from  Page  65) 


lends  you 
w hen  the  wea 
lakes  it  away 
it  rains. 


that  you  feel  the  stretch  throughout  your 
body.  Relax  completely  to  the  point  of  sag- 
ging. Now  s-t-r-e-t-c-h  again ! 

10.  Avoid  eyestrain.  Reading  in  a  poor 
light  tightens  neck  muscles  and  causes  undue 
strain  in  the  upper  back ! 

The  Itaeknehe  <.«»«'«.  i<>  Work 

The  ill  effects  of  backache  do  not  confine 
themselves  to  the  home,  but  are  just  as  likely 
to  hop  the  morning  bus  to  plague  the  office- 
worker.  Typing  with  tensed  shoulders,  writ- 
ing in  a  cramped  position,  file  bending  and 
slumped  sitting  are  nine-to-five  trouble  breed- 
ers. The  source  of  backache  can  often  be 
traced  to  a  variety  of  misplaced  movements. 
The  woman  who  insists  on  forming  a  triangle 
with  the  floor  whenever  she  stoops  to  lift 
something  is  sure  to  be 
the    same    woman    who  BBBBBBBBBB 
cancels  her  evenings  of 
fun  in  favor  of  nursing     ^  A  hanker 
her  aching  back!  Women 
who  took  over  strenuous 
jobs  during  the  war,  in- 
volving lifting  and  carry- 
ing   heavy   loads,  pro- 
duced  a  whole  new  crop 
of  complaints  concerning  strains  in  the 
lower  back.  If  you  remember  to  squat  down 
before  attempting  to  lift  a  heavy  arti- 
cle, it  will  enable  your  abdominal  and  hip 
muscles  to  help  your  back  and  shoulders  do 
the  job. 

For  some  people,  even  a  pleasing  activity 
can  be  the  push  button  which  starts  a  back- 
ache. Summer  sports  and  gardening  make 
unreasonable  demands  on  any  back  muscles 
which  have  been  allowed  to  hibernate  during 
the  winter.  The  muscles  not  only  resent  and 
fight  against  this  sudden  interruption  of  their 
dawdling,  but  they  cannot  take  it.  The  same 
holds  true,  of  course,  for  the  winter-sports 
enthusiasts  who  ignore  the  warm-up  periods 
required  to  enable  body  muscles  to  under- 
take the  strenuous  job  of  skiing,  skating  or 
even  snow  shoveling.  Any  skier  who  has 
ever  been  painfully  untangled  from  a  heap 
at  the  bottom  of  a  ski  slope  knows  this  to 
be  true. 

ricthea  Thai  Make  the  Backache 

Back  pain  thrives  on  ill-fitting  clothes.  The 
continued  use  of  tight  shoes  and  stockings, 
sling-back  pumps  and  spike  heels  promotes 
|x>or  posture  and  that  tired  feeling  in  your 
lower  back.  Tiglil  girdles  compress  the  waist 
and  abdomen  and  tend  to  slow  down  circula- 
t ion .  Slip  and  brassiere  straps  which  pinch 


a   man  who 
an  umbrella 
I  her  is  fair,  and 
from  >  on  when 
—  ANON. 


the  skin  not  only  cause  surface  irritatij 
but  force  the  wearer  into  the  kind  of  abi 
mally  tense  posture  that  can  result  in  s| 
bing  pains  between  the  shoulders.  1 
scarfs  and  "choker"  necklaces  confine 
der  movements  and  are  said  to  be  a  soun 
discomfort  to  the  upper  back. 

Even  our  sleeping  habits  contriburj 
backache.  The  person  who  sleeps  in  a  "kil 
curl "  position  every  night  is  likely  to  aw<j 
feeling  stiff 'in  the  morning.  Pillows  wi 
force  the  neck  into  a  strained  position 
tight  bedclothing  which  prevents  free 
and  leg  movements  cramp  the  body  and 
duce  pain.  Reading  in  a  hunched  positiol 
bed,  as  well  as  exposing  yourself  to  a  nigi 
draft,  is  another  pain  getter.  Safety  firs 
sleeping  requires  a  firm  mattress  on  w 
muscles  have  a  chancj 
BBBBHBHB     move  freely 
relax  —  and  comri 
sense ! 

Backache  is  ofter 
its  embryo  stage  di. 
childhood  and  ad< 
cence.  It  can  be  dii 
ggajBjBjBjBBjaj     m'c'  >n  the  youngstei 
regularly  throws 
tummy  forward  to  balance  his  stac 
schoolbooks  and  in  the  tall  teen-ager 
insists  on  shrinking  to  the  size  of  her  i 
panions  by  a  series  of  drag-down  n 
ments  which  not  only  destroy  good  po; 
but  antagonize  muscles  and  produce  \ 

ll  Hurls  to  llnle 

Prolonged  anxiety  such  as  hate,  reS 
ment,  anger  or  worry  incapacitates  the  1 
as  well  as  the  disposition.  Nervous  pre? 
pinches  the  blood  vessels  and  deprives 
tissues  of  part  of  their  bl<x)d  supply.  T 
muscles  tire  and  refuse  to  work.  This  m 
the  woman  who  resents  the  job  of  makin 
the  beds  each  morning  is  a  likelier  pros 
for  backache  than  the  woman  who  simpl; 
cepts  the  job  as  a  necessary  part  of  her  < 
chores  and  goes  about  it  with  a  clear  rri 
whether  she  happens  to  like  bedmakin 
not! 

Business  people  whose  high-pres 
activities  make  them  targets  for  emoti 
tension  will  discover  it  is  just  as  im 
tant  to  relax  the  mind  as  it  is  to  rest 
Ixxly. 

Corrective  exercises,  the  release  of  m<| 
and  "motional  conflicts  and  the  avoiflan 
physical  strain  arc  three  essentials  nqi 
to  drown  out  the  national  cry,  "Oh, 
aching  back !"  TBI 


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from  the  ramshackle  barracks  where  such 
students  and  their  families  lived  before.  The 
dining  end  of  the  big  living  room  overlooks 
a  sun  deck.  (Downstairs  there  is  a  terrace.) 
The  slant  of  the  overhangs  has  been  figured 
out  to  a  nicety,  so  that  the  living  side  of  the 
apartment,  to  the  south,  with  its  brick  fire- 
place wall,  picture  windows  and  oak-block 
floor,  is  warm  and  bright  in  winter  and 
cool  and  shady  in  summer.  Double  panes 
eliminate  the  time-honored  New  England 
chore  of  putting  up  and  taking  down  storm 
windows.  Storage  space  is  abundant,  clothes 
closets  roomy — with  sliding  doors  that  really 
slide. 

The  typical  young  couple  living  here  in- 
cline toward  furnishings  that  reflect  the 
New  England  location  to  some  extent, 
though  the  wife  is  more  wholeheartedly  on 
the  band  wagon  for  modern  than  her  hus- 
band. She,  too,  is  a  student  at  the  university, 
and  has  one  child,  a  baby.  While  she  is  in 
class,  another  young  mother  looks  after  the 
offspring.  Homework  of  both  the  school  and 
family  kind  keeps  her  and  her  husband  from 
depending  much  on  outside  entertainment. 
They  play  cards,  play  their  record  collection, 
listen  to  the  radio  and  read  here  at  home. 
Their  friends  drop  in  often  for  colas  or 
coffee.  On  G.  I.  allotments,  they  are  getting 
along  with  a  few  new  store-bought  pieces  of 
furniture  interspersed  with  others  the  hus- 
band has  made  and  still  others  from  the  pa- 
rental attic.  Curtains,  pillow  covers,  cushion 
covers  have  been  turned  out  on  the  ubiqui- 
tous sewing  machine.  And  though  it  may  be 
a  long  time  before  their  living-dining  room 
catches  up  with  their  wishes,  the  prices  given 
in  the  budget  list  for  the  individual  items 
pictured  often  undercut  the  prices  such  a  real 
live  couple  have  already  paid  or  would  be 
willing  to  pay  in  the  future. 


In  the  upper  picture,  the  desk  table  beside 
the  day  bed  is  homemade,  a  solid  slab  ol  nal 
ural  oak  given  two  coats  of  clear  shellac  and 
screwed  to  the  top  of  a  metal  typewriter! 
stand.  With  the  legs  painted  dull  black  an9; 
the  rollers  adding  a  functional  touch,  it  has 
the  air  of  a  top-flight  designer's  creation,  A 
box  spring  and  mattress  were  transformed 
into  the  day  bed  by  screwing  a  padded  home- 
made wooden  frame,  covered  with  the  blue- 
green  duck  of  the  upholstery,  to  the  frame  oil 
the  springs  and  adding  the  two  large  cush- 
ions. Plain  tapered  legs  were  substituted  for 
the  originals.  In  the  lower  picture,  the  book; 
shelves,  over  the  grayed  oak  cabinet  andi 
stained  to  match  it,  are  another  home  prod-; 
uct. 

The  elderly  washstands  on  either  side  ol 
the  fireplace,  hardly  recognizable  in  their 
smart  mustard-colored  paint,  with  the 
splashboards  taken  off  and  the  wooden 
knobs  replaced  by  iron  ones,  demonstrate 
what  you  can  do  with  attic  resurrections. 
The  lamp  bases  they  support  are  old  shoe- 
shine  footrests  mounted  on  wooden  blocks 
painted  black.  Their  wrought-iron  horses 
and  riders  are  good  instances  of  American 
folk  art,  and  they  were  picked  up  dirt-cheai. 
in  a  country  store.  Their  shades  are  coverec 
with  burlap— wife's  work.  But  luckily  fo: 
wife,  the  ottoman,  the  modified  wing  chaii 
and  the  day  bed  were  upholstered  by  thi 
manufacturer,  for  the  inclusive  prices  quoted 
in  the  mustard-colored  dress  wool,  the  tan  J 
gerine  antique  satin  and  the  green  duck  sh 
bought  herself. 

The  walnut  side  chairs  with  grass  seat 
and  the  walnut  dining  table,  which  represen 
something  of  an  investment,  are  exacth 
that.  They  are  future  heirlooms,  beautifulh 
handmade  by  a  Japanese-American  crafts- 
man who  has  a  reputation  for  simplifying 
traditional  furniture  to  blend  with  contempo- 
rary design.  They  can  be  ordered  from  any- 
where in  the  country;  and  the  other  new 
commercial  pieces  are  probably  sold  some- 
where near  you.  The  birch  coffee  table,  the 
ottoman  and  the  wing  chair  have  an  espe- 
cially wide  distribution.  The  split-bamboo 
window  shades  are  of  the  inner-bark  variety 
(less  expensive).  Pointer  in  hand,  let  us  call 
attention  to  the  pin-up  table  lamp  that 
(Continued  on  Page  108) 


BUDGET 


Dining  table   $125.00 

2  Arm  chairs  (§  $35.00   70.00 

2  Stools  («  $1.50   3.00 

Oak  cabinet   69.95 

1  Wall  light  fixture   27.00 

4  Split-bamboo  shades  @  $7.10   28.10 

Lumber  for  hanging  bookcase   4.00 

Day  bed   75.00 

4  Special  legs  for  day  bed  (a  75c   3.00 

1  Pair  day-bed  back  cushions   12.50 

Lumber  for  back  of  das  bed   2.50 

Coffee  table   32.95 

2  Washstands  (»  $35.00  (can  be  deducted  if  these  are  hand-me- 
downs)    70.00 

Typewriter  stand  for  desk  table  (can  be  deducted  if  >ou  base  an 

old  one)   4.50 

Lumber  for  tabic  top   10.60 

Wing  chair   75.50 

Ottoman   88.00 

Rug  9'  x  12'   50.40 

Floor  lamp   27.25 

2  fable  lamps  (a  $15.00    30.00 

2  Shades  (7/  $1.00   8.00 

2  Yards  of  burlap  for  lamp  shades  (rr  50c   LOO 

25  Yards  fabric  for  curtains  and  stool  cushions  ("  11.95   18.75 

12  Yards  duck  for  das  bed  (rr  $1.27   15.21 

1';  Yards  antiqued  satin  for  wing  chair  ("  $2.50   11.25 

3  Yards  wool  for  ottoman  and  pillows  <<>  |1.97   5.91 

I  L 5- pound  roll  <>f  cotton  for  cushions  and  day-bed  back  ("  35c.  5.25 

Total   $819.95 


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It's  new!  And  it's  true... 
Bigelow's  exquisite 


CARILLON 


at  about 


9.95  sq.  yd. 


Deep-pile  beauty,  with  that  luxurious  two-level  carved  effect! 
The  kind  you  see  wearing  a  pretty  fancy  price  tag!  Long-wear- 
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Beautiful  new  "Carillon"  is  all  these  things.  One  look  — one 
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2-tone  effects  in  popular  shades 
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April,  V 


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(Continued  from  Page  106) 
doesn't  interfere  with  rolling  them  up  and 
down. 

The  East  Indian  print  of  the  blue-and- 
white  draw  curtains  goes  with  the  traditions 
of  New  England  interiors.  Any  family  in 
these  regions  that  could  claim  a  sea  captain 
used  to  have  a  ginger  jar  from  China  or  an 
ivory  elephant  from  India  in  the  parlor. 
Washstands.  lamp  bases,  wing  chair,  paper- 
fiber-and-cotton  rug  reminiscent  of  a  rag 
nig.  side  chairs  and  dining  table  all  hint  at 
the  land  of  the  bean  and  the  cod.  the  best 
lobsters,  the  hardest  cider  and  the  slowest 
molasses.  So  do  the  bright  copper  fish  beat- 
ing it  across  the  blue-green  wall  in  such  a 
hurry — a  private  whimsey  of  the  occupants. 
They  are  aspic  molds  tacked  up  by  their  top 
and  bottom  hanging  rings,  and  answer  the 
question  of  how  to  decorate  the  space  be- 
neath a  frankly  slanted  ceiling. 


TAKE  A  LETT  Ell 

(Continued  from  Page  36) 

"Yes." 

"You  don't  have  to  lie  to  me.  You've  given 
yourself  away  twenty  times  and  over."  I 
dropped  my  eyes  and  had  almost  moved  on 
when  his  hand  fell  on  my  arm.  I  looked  up. 
His  eyes  were  smiling  at  me  as  though  draw- 
ing from  some  deep  reservoir  of  childhood 
memory.  He  jerked  his  head  toward  the  dim 
recesses  of  the  warehouse.  "Come  along." 

I  followed  him,  a  dog  at  heel.  He  moved 
slowly,  easily,  carrying  his  bulk  without 
ostentation.  He  might  have  been  a  boxer  in 
his  younger  days.  He  had  worked  hard,  but 
it  had  never  drained  his  muscles,  and  now  he 
was  in  a  position  to  have  others  flex  their 
backs  to  his  commands.  I  was  not  angry 
with  the  position.  Someday  I,  too,  could  lean 
against  a  door  and  give  a  break  to  a  boy.  I 
wondered  if  he  were  aware  of  the  willingness 
to  struggle  he  had  aroused  in  me. 

We  arrived  at  a  stack  of  crates.  They  tow- 
ered upward  into  the  gloom  and  mote-filled 
darkness. 

"Let's  see  you  wrassle  this  one  here ! "  His 
foot  kicked  a  crate  lying  on  the  floor. 

I  looked  at  it,  estimating  its  possible 
weight.  I  had  a  feeling  that  it  was  heavy,  not 
so  much  from  its  position  as  from  the  smile 
in  the  eyes  of  the  waiting  man.  I  reached  out 
a  hand  and  rocked  it  tentatively.  It  held 
firm.  The  man  remained  motionless.  I 
readied  my  muscles  for  the  strain,  and 
paused. 

"  From  where  to  where?  "  I  asked. 

Silence  hung  on  the  air.  The  smile  van- 
ished. A  look  of  wonderment  and  puzzlement 
replaced  it. 

"Say,  you've  got  brains!" 

"I  hope  so."  I  may  have  looked  a  surprise 
belied  by  the  words,  for  he  continued: 

"Young  punks  usually  ask  me  that  when 
they've  got  it  up  already  and  are  staggering 
around  like  drunken  seamen.  Then  I  just 
say,  'Put  it  down  if  you  can't  make  up  your 
mind  what  you  want  to  do  with  it.'  They  get 
mad  that  way,  and  walk  out.  It's  just  as  well. 
I've  had  my  laugh,  shouldn't  have  done  any 
harm — and  besides,  there  isn't  any  work." 

My  face  had  fallen.  I  couldn't  cover  up  the 
ache  I  felt  creeping  across  my  face  like  a  thin 
gray  shadow.  I  felt  as  though  I  had  been 
whipped  without  reason,  as  though  I  had 
been  encouraged  only  to  be  struck  across  the 
face;  but  I  stayed  quiet  and  waited  for  this 
man  to  make  further  sport  of  me.  I  would 
not  give  him  the  gratification  of  allowing 
him  to  see  my  disappointment. 

I  broke  the  silence.  "I'll  be  going,  then." 

"No  harm  done,  kid?" 

"It's  all  right,  sir.  It  was  a  fair  game.  I  fell 
for  it." 

I  wiped  my  sweating  hands  on  my  pants 
and  turned  away.  I  moved  slowly,  affecting 
an  air  of  indifference  which  I  hoped  was  im- 
pressive but  feared  was  stupid.  I  felt  the 
man's  eyes  boring  into  my  back,  though  1 
heard  no  following  ftxitstcps. 

At  the  outer  floor  I  paused,  deciding 
whether  to  try  farther  on  or,  admit  ting  defeat, 
return  to  my  gang  on  the  corner.  I  looked 
flown  the  street    hazy  in  refracted  sunlight. 


Frank  will  catch  It... 

Frank  groans  when  his  pipe  tobacco' 
spills  all  over  the  newly  cleaned  rug. 
His  wife  will  have  to  get  out  the  vacuum 
again.  And  don't  think  she  won't  men- 
tion her  trouble  to  Frank — LOUD! 


Fred  wont... 


Fred  spills  tobacco,  too.  But  he  whisks 
up  the  mess  in  a  minute,  with  their  new 
Bissell  Sweeper.  Fred's  wife  has  the 
perfect  sweep-up  team  ...  a  vacuum  for 
heavy  cleaning,  a  handy  Bissell®  for 
quick  clean-ups. 

Only  BISSELL  has 
"BISCO-MATIC"   brush  action 

This  miracle-action  brush  adjusts  itself 
automatically  to  thick  rugs  or  thin, 
without  any  pressure  on  the  handle 
whatsoever!  It  even  gets  the  dirt  under 
beds,  where  you  can't  press  down. 


New  Bissell  Sweepers 
with  "Bisco-matic" 
Brush  Action  as  low 
as  $6.45.  Illustrated: 
The  "Vanity"  at  $8.45. 
Prices  a  little  more  in  the  West. 


mm 


Bissell  Carpet  Sweeper  Company 
Grand  Rapids  2,  Michigan 


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109 


A  gentleman 
expects  mud 


self  but 


What's  the  hurry,  son? "  The  man  stood 
bel  id  me. 

Why  not?"  I  swung  to  face  him— fingers 
ihjed  through  the  belt  loops— my  knees 
tig1  with  belligerence,  my  eyes  partly  closed 
30  :  would  not  read  in  them  a  newly  rising 
Mo  which  he  could  crush  again. 

try  that  trick  on  all  the  boys.  There's  no 
arc  !::,  though."  He  added  the  last  hastily,  as 
thi  gh  anxious  to  avoid  a  repetition  of  my 
jis  jpointment.  He  returned  to  his  leaning 
§E.-e.  "Finished  school?" 

fes." 

i  3et  you  studied  like  a  Turk."  In  the 
Ht  Is  I  imagined  a  world  of  contempt  for 
thbrinted  page. 

'.  learned  to  type — and  had  some  manual 
Tiling." 

i  re  man's  eyes  glowed.  "Type,  eh?  Come 
d<  g-  We  aren't  moving  crates  now.  We're 
jp:g  to  the  office,"  he  offered  in  explana- 
jt  as  though  he  were  unaware  of  his  ap- 
m  to  me.  Given  a  friendly  word,  I  was 
K  tempted  to  follow  him  a  long  way  and  lie 
k  n  in  the  shadow  of  his  strength. 

i  !  e  took  me  to  a  cubicle  of  an  office.  It  was 
il  i  with  one  desk,  two  chairs,  six  calendars 
ri  girls  mixing  up  the  numbers,  and  ap- 
>i;imately  four  hooks  on  the  wall  upon 
jr';h  had  been  stuck  a  bewildering  assort- 
b.t  of  multicolored  receipts.  On  the  top 
f  ie  desk,  half  buried  under  other  papers, 
v  a  dusty  and  rather  battered  affair  which 
D  etter  days. had  been  a  typewriter.  With 

ii  sweep  of  his  hand  he  pushed  the  table 
).  ers  aside. 

:  Sit  down.  You'll  find  paper  in  the  desk, 
a  then  we'll  see  how  well  you  do.  I've  been 
;<  ing  a  letter  off  for  a  week  now,  and  those 
:<  s  just  won't  strike  out  ^^^^^^^^^ 
t  right  letters  for  me."  ^^^^^^^^^ 
I  slid  into  a  chair.  I 
(lightened  out  the  im- 
r.iiate  area,  found  the 
(jt>er — but  not  in  the 
I  wer  he  had  indicated —  ^^^^^^^^ 
t;rted  a  piece  in  the 
;ewriter  and  sat  back. 
Ie  was  leaning  against  the  door  and  his 
I  were  pursed  in  creative  concentration, 
■rds  fell  from  his  lips  easily,  but  when  he 
d  to  see  them  lying  across  a  page  he 
med  to  experience  an  emotion  bordering 
fright.  It  concerned  him  that  his  thoughts 
re  so  meager  for  such  a  wealth  of  white. 
'Now  do  it  this  way.  We  can  put  the 

dress  in  later.  I  want  to  begin  with  " 

paused. 

"Dear  sir?'"  I  questioned,  fingers  ready 
nurry  across  the  keys. 
-Ie  shook  his  head.  "I'd  like  something 
erent.  Something  friendly,  and  yet  not 
■  much  so,"  he  amended. 
'Then  'Dear'  and  his  name,"  I  suggested. 
'Can't  remember  it."     -  ' 
wanted  to  help  this  man,  drag  him  from 
dilemma.  Words  were  my  friends.  They 
ne  easily.  Too  much  so  sometimes.  How- 
:r,  it  was  a  problem  to  begin  a  letter  when 
iad  no  idea  as  to  whom  it  would  be  ad- 
ssed  or  with  what  subject  it  would  be 
icerned. 

E  continued  to  mold  his  lower  lip  with  the 
?ers  of  his  left  hand. 

rhe  white  page  tempted  me.  I  typed.  I 
ild  feel  him  listening  to  the  sound  of  my 
gers  slapping  the  keys  against  the  paper 

1  then  watching  them  fall  into  place.  I 
ated  a  letter: 

it  Sir:  This  is  to  acknowledge  yours  of  the 
h  instant. 

do  not  fully  understand  your  remark  rela- 

2  to  an  overdue  bill.  I  have  made  a  careful 
vey  of  my  files,  and  find  no  outstanding  ob- 
itions,  so  I  will  ask  you  to  check  further  to 

if  we  do  not  have  in  fact  a  credit  balance 
h  you  from  our  previous  payment  amount- 
to  $7.76. 

["hanking  you,  I  remain, 

I  left  the  name  blank, 
low  proud  and  happy  I  would  have  been 
have  been  able  to  write  this  very  letter  to 
ne  of  our  more  pressing  creditors  at  home ! 
sit  down  at  a  machine  which  was  my  own, 
lght  and  paid  for  and  to  reply  with  con- 
ince  and  courtesy  that  our  bills  were 


is  one  who 
from  him- 
ittle  from  others. 

CONFUCIUS. 


"paid  in  full"  and  that  what  was  more,  we 
had  a  credit  balance !  Father's  eyes  would  be 
clearer.  His  voice  would  be  brighter,  and  he 
could  join  his  friends  at  the  corner  for  his 
beer.  I  suddenly  felt  that  it  was  not  neces- 
sary in  this  world  that  each  man  make  his 
way,  if  he  could  but  look  around  him  and  see 
a  reason  and  unity  in  combined  efforts.  With 
worry  removid,  father  would  find  another 
job  and  a  better  one;  mother  would  sing  her 
crazy  arrangements  of  popular  melodies, 
which  she  heard  on  the  radio  and  mixed  up 
past  recognition,  with  a  light  heart.  My 
brother,  Tommy,  and  sister,  Erin,  would  be 
able  to  continue  building  and  saving  for 
their  dreams,  and  eventually  I  would  be 
around  with  a  weekly  pay  envelope.  With  it 
I  could  recompense  in  a  small  material  way 
the  multitude  of  sacrifices  which  I  had  dimly 
felt  as  piling  up'behind  me. 

The  man  leaned  forward  and  read  the  let- 
ter. He  seemed  amused,  but  pleased  at  the 
same  time.  "That  looks  real  businesslike. 
Who's  it  to?" 

"Nobody  yet,"  I  said.  "I  was  putting  my 
thoughts  down  on  your  paper.  I'm  sorry." 

"Paper's  cheap,"  he  allowed.  "That's  a 
nice  letter.  Wish  I  knew  someone  I  could  send 
it  to." 

"There  couldn't  be.  I  made  it  up  out  of 
my  head." 

He  looked  at  me.  "You  got  a  funny  head 
for  a  boy.  How  come  you  ain't  like  every- 
body?" 

"I  am!"  I  protested. 

I  wanted  to  be,  so  much !  I  was,  for  days  on 
end.  I  played  cards  in  front  of  the  corner 
grocery  store  under  the  street  light  when  I 
^^^^^^^^^  was  too  restless  to  go  home, 
and  didn't  have  enough 
change  to  take  a  girl  to  a 
show.  I  was  a  good  first 
baseman  on  the  street 
team.  I  could  dive  as  deep 
off  the  piles  in  the  river  as 
^^^^^^^^  the  next  guy.  It  was  only 
this  haunting  preoccupa- 
tion with  employment  which  set  me  apart. 

Joe  and  Dick,  Harry  and  Al,  they  didn't 
seem  to  worry.  Al's  family  were  on  real  re- 
lief, yet  he  always  seemed  to  have  change  for 
smokes,  for  sodas  and,  when  the  mood 
struck  him,  "dough  for  a  dame."  Joe  scorned 
any  work.  He  was  going  to  strike  it  rich  with 
the  numbers,  and  on  some  days  he  was  roll- 
ing in  the  dough.  Usually  not.  Dick  worked 
Saturdays.  That  gave  him  a  dollar  and 
change  to  jingle  which  satisfied  him,  and 
Harry — Harry  was  a  friend,  all  right,  but 
there  was  something  about  him  which  some- 
times frightened  me.  He  "bummed"  too 
easily.  Harry  always  had  bills  he  could 
separate,  and  after  a  cup  of  coffee  he  even 
left  money  on  the  counter.  Financially  he 
was  our  big  shot.  But  since  early  summer, 
when  Harry  had  gone  away  with  cousins  to  a 
beach  resort,  he  had  gradually  become  some- 
thing of  a  stranger  to  most  of  us.  We  were 
only  now  slowly,  reluctantly  surrendering 
our  friendship.  He  was  always  glad  to  go  out 
with  us  if  he  wasn't  expected  somewhere 
else,  but  it  was  becoming  more  and 'more 
apparent  he  was  selecting  and  securing  for 
himself  a  place  in  a  world  that  kept  hours 
other  than  ours,  and  so — here  I  was,  sitting 
at  a  desk  in  a  warehouse,  practically  begging 
for  a  job  like  any  other  guy  and  being  asked 
why  I  was  different. 

"You  ain't  explaining,"  the  man  said. 
I  knew  time  must  have  ticked  over  several 
times.  Anger,  frustration  swept  me.  "Is  it 
wrong  to  want  a  job?"  As  I  heard  the  words 
I  was  ashamed  of  their  violence.  This  man 
had,  in  his  way,  befriended  me,  and  I  was 
shouting  at  him  after  I  had  mucked  up  his 
paper  too. 

"Say,  kid,  take  it  easy.  There  must  be  a 
lot  eatin'  you.  Don't  mind  my  askin'.  I  like 
to  hear  myself  talk.  There's  nobody  around 
here  that'll  listen." 

"  It's  nothing,"  I  managed  to  mumble,  con- 
fused, hating  myself.  I  pulled  the  paper  from 
the  machine,  wadded  it  into  a  ball  and  tossed 
it  toward  a  wastebasket.  I  could  have  kicked 
myself.  I  missed.  I  knew  I  should  get  up  and 
get  out,  but  I  continued  to  sit. 

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|  The  man  walked  over,  picked  up  the  ball, 
I  me  back  and  stood  beside  me  smoothing  it 
it.  "I'd  like  to  use  this  letter.  I  like  the 
'und  of  it.  It's  just  the  sort  of  thing  I've 
"ways  wanted  to  say.  There  ought  to  be 
meplace  or  somebody  I  could  send  it  to." 
"Oh,  send  it  to  the  school  board.  Written 
i  a  willing  student.  It'll  give  'em  a  big 
ugh!"  I  was  on  my  feet.  I  had  started  out, 
it  paused  at  the  door.  I  felt  his  regret  at 
y  behavior.  I  turned.  My  air  of  desperate 
avado  faded  as  I  saw  him  standing  quiet, 
ie  crumpled  letter  loose  in  his  hand. 
"You  got  a  job,  son.  We'll  find  somebody  to 
rite  such  letters  to." 

He  reached  into  the  desk  drawer  and  I 
ard  the  rattling  of  coins.  He  pulled  out  a 
ty-cent  piece  and  held  it  out  to  me. 
"Take  it  for  your  trouble.  What's  your 
tune?" 

II  "Michael." 

||  "Nice  Irish  name.  Mine's  Sam.  Not  Sam- 
el. Never  did  have  it  cut  down.  Just  Sam." 
|l  dropped  the  coin  into  my  pocket.  There 

as  no  sound  as  it  fell,  for  the  very  obvious 
jiason  that  there  was  nothing  for  it  to  clink 

gainst.  Sam  held  out  his  hand.  I  took  it. 

"You're  hired,  Michael." 

Pride  made  me  hesitate.  Then:  "What  do 

do?" 

"Haven't  decided  yet.  Come  back  tomor- 
>w,"  he  said. 

I  could  not  ask  him  what  he  was  going  to 
ay.  That  must  wait.  At  least  he  had  given 
ie  a  destination  for  my  days. 

That  was  all,  and  now  I  was  making  my 
ay  home.  I  was  late,  but  close  to  my  heart  I 
as  clutching  the  knowledge  of  success.  I  had 
lade  good.  Without  help  from  a  family,  I  had 
jund  a  place  for  myself  in  the  world.  The 
lemory  of  school  tedium  fell  from  me.  In  a 
urst  of  gratitude  I  found  myself  thanking 
ly  mother  for  her  determination  and  per- 
istence.  She  it  was  who  had  advised  my 
ourse  of  study  when  she  decided  that  I  was 
ot  mechanically  inclined.  Dimly  I  realized 
hat  she  may  have  been  guided  by  Erin,  but 
ly  older  sister  had  been  smart.  She  had  known 
hat  I  would  scorn  gratuitous  advice,  but 
vould  listen  to  it  coming  from  mother.  We,  as 
family,  had  always  listened  to  her,  and  again 
he  had  been  proved  right  by  the  simple 
vents  of  the  afternoon. 

How  beautiful  the  world  looked!  A  smile 
.overed  on  my  lips  and  shone  in  my  eyes.  I 
new  it  was  there  because  I  saw  an  answer- 
ng  one  bloom  in  the  faces  of  people  catching 
he  last  sunlight  in  the  park.  Dogs  seemed  to 
un  more  restlessly  on  their  leashes.  Children 
ode  their  tricycles  with  greater  abandon, 
hooting  around  the  walking  couples  with 
we-inspiring  exactitude.  My  chest  rose  full 
»ith  the  gaiety  of  the  world,  but,  even  with 
ts  rising  tide,  I  sought  to  curb  my  joy.  For 


the  present  it  must  be  my  guarded  secret.  I 
had  no  details  to  relish.  Hours,  salary  and  a 
thousand  minor  details  were  unaccounted 
for.  They  were  as  yet  unnecessary  for  me. 
Someone,  a  man,  a  stranger  until  today, 
wanted  me.  He  needed  my  muscles,  the 
supple  fingers,  the  brain  fed  by  books  and  the 
world  of  my  imagination.  Here  in  fact,  at 
last,  was  the  world  which  mother  found  in 
her  religion  and  had  re-created  from  stories 
told  of  the  old  country  by  her  parents.  This 
was  a  world  where  virtue  was  more  than  its 
own  reward.  Where  candles  lighted  at  shrines 
paid  off.  Where  devotion  and  consecration 
were  crumbs  thrown  on  the  waters  of  life  and 
returned  bringing  wealth,  adventure  and  a 
sense  of  independence. 

I  reached  the  converted  building  which 
was  home.  Mrs.  Grace  and  Mrs.  Biccardi, 
our  gossiping  neighbors,  were  leaning  against 
the  iron  railings  to  the  front  door,  as  always. 
Between  their  lips  they  chewed  the  life  of  the 
street,  masticating  the  news  and  daily  tit- 
bits with  relish  and  then  spewing  them  out 
with  a  hearty  and  generally  kindhearted  en- 
thusiasm and  enlargement.  They  were  not 
unkind,  vicious  or  mean-minded  by  nature, 
but  they  seemed  to  have  a  mordant  interest 
in  morals.  All  girls  were  problems,  and 
boys  were  devils  allowed  in  this  world  only  so 
women  would  have  unworthy  objects  for 
their  affection,  and  on  whom  great  under- 
standing souls,  always  feminine  in  their 
discussions,  could  be  wasted.  But  today  I 
was  a  match  for  any  scandal  or  condemna- 
tion they  could  imagine  for  me.  I  smiled  at 
them  and  clattered  up  the  stairs. 

As  I  opened  our  third-floor  door,  the 
family's  eyes  raised  to  greet  me.  Father  was 
there,  one  hand  half  to  his  mouth,  the  blob 
of  potatoes  on  the  suspended  fork  larger 
than  the  hole  provided  for  its  entrance.  Erin, 
in  a  clean  cotton  dress,  was  pushing  a  lettuce 
leaf  around  her  plate.  She  was  now  dieting, 
which  alarmed  mother.  Tommy,  elbows  on 
the  table,  stared  up  at  me  but  did  not  allow 
his  stoking  of  the  inner  man  to  be  delayed. 
Mother  said  nothing.  She  rose,  crossed  to  the 
stove,  stacked  a  plate  high  with  pork,  greens 
and  potatoes.  Climbing  over  everyone,  I  per- 
formed hasty  ablutions  in  the  sink,  reached 
over  father  for  a  towel  and  naturally  got  the 
wrong  one.  Before  I  could  do  any  great 
damage  mother  had  handed  me  my  own.  I 
wiped  hastily,  leaving  damp  places  around 
my  ears,  and  I  slid  into  my  seat  and  settled 
to  the  task  of  catching  up. 

Mother  sat  down,  reached  out  and  re- 
placed ner  napkin  in  her  lap. 

"Well,  Michael?" 

I  knew  that  tone.  Father  was  being 
parental.  In  all  probability  I  was  in  for  a 
lecture  upon  social  amenities.  Dinner  was  a 
family  and  social  obligation.  Because  mother 
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"From  my  bright  new  Bird  Armorlite  Rug 
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allowed  to  take  her  labors  for  granted.  A 
planned  life  was  a  wise  one.  The  platitudes 
would  pour  forth,  and  I  wanted  so  much  to 
protect  my  secret  and  the  surprise  I  had  for 
all  of  them  from  their  unconscious  criticism ; 
I  must  stop  this  lecture  before  it  had  ground 
my  joy  and  hopes  to  dust. 

"I  was  looking  for  a  job." 

Silence  rose  around  me.  I  could  feel  a  wave 
of  expectancy,  of  hope  held  like  a  treasured 
breath,  come  close  to  me.  Erin  stopped 
pushing  her  lettuce.  Tommy  paused,  open- 
mouthed.  Remembrance  of  inadequacy 
flooded  over  my  father  and  his  shoulders 
sagged.  Life  had  removed  the  male  right 
of  decision  from  his  hands.  Mother's  face 
spoke  the  more  honestly.  It  had  flushed  with 
pleasure— a  soft  glow  seemed  to  reflect  the 
light  of  pride  in  her  eyes,  but,  to  spare  my 
father,  they  fell  to  her  plate,  and  she  contin- 
ued to  cut  her  piece  of  pork  into  ever  tinier 
fragments. 

"Did  you  get  one,  son?"  father  asked. 
In  this  house  his  voice  was  our  author- 
ity. 

"I  don't  know  yet.  I've  got  to  go  back.  In 
a  day  or  so."  I  added  the  little  lie  so,  if  I 
should  fail,  hope  would  not  fall  so  far,  and  the 
intervals  of  days  would  dull  the  edge  of 
failure. 

Rebuke  fell  aside.  We  didn't  talk  much  in 
our  family.  Conversation  had  taken  a  dread- 
ful beating  especially  in  the  past  weeks.  Each 
of  us  was  now  privately  speculating  upon 
what  the  extra  dollars  would  bring.  Lately 
what  had  come  in  had  had  to  be  rigidly  di- 
vided. Necessity  had  demanded  the  pooling 
of  the  family  resources,  but  I  knew  that 
mother  would  still  find  a  ^^^^^^^^ 
way  to  contribute  to  my 
feeling  of  being  a  man  in 
the  house  after  I  had  the 
first  pay  and  had  turned 
it  over  to  her  for  disburse- 
ment. 

Dinner  over,  my  father 
retired  to  the  front  room 
to  smoke  his  after-dinner 
pipe  and  listen  to  the  radio.  Tommy  dodged 
out  to  play  for  the  last  five  minutes  of  day- 
light. I  paused,  to  help  with  the  dishes. 

Mother  had  rolled  up  her  sleeves.  The  taps 
had  filled  the  dishpan  with  suds.  Her  hands 
pushed  deep  into  them,  she  began  the  closing 
up  of  another  of  her  day's  activities.  Erin 
was  clearing  the  table  of  its  last  remnants, 
putting  the  odds  and  ends  on  plates  and 
popping  them  into  the  refrigerator. 

I  reached  for  a  dish  towel.  Mother  looked 
up.  I  felt  more  than  saw  tears  in  her  eyes. 

"Michael,  Erin  and  I  can  do  this.  You 
might  go  in  and  sit  with  your  father." 

By  my  day's  efforts  I  had  been  relieved  of 
one  of  the  tasks  of  our  household.  By  the 
possibility  of  employment  I  had  become  a 
breadwinner.  Therefore  I  was  to  leave  the 
women  to  their  duties  of  completing  the 
evening  meal.  I  would  be  joined  later  when 
the  last  flicks  to  the  housekeeping  had  been 
performed  by  my  women.  Unwanted,  un- 
asked, I  had  become  a  man. 

I  shrugged  my  shoulders.  I  attempted  in- 
difference and  unconcern  which  I  was  far  from 
feeling.  I  whistled  a  snatch  of  an  unidentified 
melody  and  made  my  way  through  to  the 
living  room.  Father  was  sitting  by  the  win- 
dow, his  pipe  held  warm  in  his  hands.  He  had 
been  reading  the  paper,  but  his  attention  had 
lifted  to  the  view  of  roofs  and  chimney  pots 
visible  from  our  windows.  Beyond  the  roofs 
stars  hung,  plastered  on  black  velvet — or 
like  holes  snipped  in  a  circus  tent.  They  had 
none  of  the  brightness  and  glitter  of  those 
lights  blazing  on  the  penthouse  terrace,  two 
blocks  over  on  a  better  street. 

I  was  possessed  with  a  case  of  fidgets.  I 
didn't  want  to  read  the  paper.  A  voice  on  the 
radio  was  waxing  hysterical  over  the  glories 
of  a  specific  refrigerator.  Soon  a  band  would 
come  on,  but  there  was  father  first. 

Dimly  I  felt  that  even  here  there  was  the 
necessity  for  the  statement  of  a  new  relation- 
ship. It  was  in  no  way  the  torturous  moment 
when  he  tried  to  explain  my  sex  to  me.  Then 
there  had  been  embarrassment  in  the  face  of 
my  impatience.  Now  there  was  the  attempt 
to  give  me  what  he  had  lost   The  willing- 


Of  all  actions  of  a  man's 
^  life,  his  marriage  does  least 
rotieem  other  people;  yet  of 
all  aetions  of  our  life,  'tis 
most  meddled  with  by  other 
people.  —JOHN  SELDEN. 


ness  to  struggle.  He  wanted  to  give  me  hope.j 
to  instill  in  me  the  possibility,  of  the  dream 
which  somewhere  he  had  surrendered. 

"I  hope  you'll  like  it,  Michael." 

I  didn't  rush  to  assure  him  that  I  would,  i 
pretended  to  a  sophisticated  attitude  remote 
from  my  emotional  turmoil. 

"It's  a  beginning,"  he  continued  after  a 
moment.  Then,  forcing  himself  on,  he  tried' 
to  reach  me,  touch  me.  smooth  away  what! 
doubts  and  tribulations  I  might  be  under-, 
going.  "One's  first  job.  That's  what's  im-J 
portant.  It's  never  the  last.  Nothing  is  final,! 
Michael.  Nothing." 

He  was  seeking  comfort  and  reassurance] 
in  his  own  words.  I  squirmed  uncomfortably 
in  my  corner  on  the  worn  davenport.  This) 
was  more  difficult  to  endure  than  quiet  cen- 
sure. This  was,  in  some  ways,  the  exposure 
of  my  father's  soul.  I  had  always  thought  1 
him  as  some  distant  object  of  whom  I  must 
stand  in  awe.  He  was  revealing  to  me  his 
fragility. 

"Keep  looking  forward,  Michael.  There's 
always  a  new  day." 

In  those  words  I  could  hear  him  cry  out 
against  his  own  disbelief.  Here  again  were 
life's  platitudes.  I  reached  for  a  cigarette, 
lighted  it,  waiting  for  the  usual  look  of  con 
demnation  in  my  father's  eyes.  Tonight  then 
was  none.  He  watched  my  movements  a 
one  detached,  observing  without  speculatioi 
I  drew  the  smoke  into  my  lungs  and  exhale* 
it  shortly.  There  was  small  pleasure  in  it 
The  meaning  and  sense  to  the  gesture  of  d( 
fiance  had  been  removed.  I  had  gained  a  ne< 
level  of  equality.  Suddenly  by  a  few  words 
^^^^^^^^^  had  shed  discipline,  ani 
in  the  victory  there  wer 
the  ashes  of  my  past  youth 
My  father's  eyes  bright 
ened  as  Erin  came  into  th< 
room.  She  had  paused  U 
give  a  quick  brush  to  he 
hair.  It  curled  around  he 
■H^^^HH  head  with  the  luster  o 
chestnuts  in  a  dark  bowl 
She  was  going  out  to  a  movie  with  Paul.  W 
didn't  know  if  this  was  the  serious  man  u\ 
her  life.  There  had  been  such  a  succession  o 
"beaux"  that  it  was  sometimes  difficult  to 
differentiate  them,  but  in  Paul  we  felt  a  sej 
curity  which  gratified  us  as  a  family.  He  wa 
earnest,  steady  and  reliable.  Erin  respecte<| 
him.  She  echoed  his  sentiments  and  opinion; 
with  an  uncustomary  simplicity,  and  whe 
she  went  out  with  him  there  seemed  to  be  ;| 
warm  content  which  had  only  deepened  upo; 
her  return.  Her  appearance  provided  a  releas 
for  us  both.  Now,  as  men,  we  could  look  witfl 
common  appraisal  upon  the  women  of  ou 
household.  The  younger  one  was  living  u 
to  all  our  specifications. 

Erin  was  carrying  a  light  coat,  which  mean 
they  would  later  take  a  walk  through  th 
park.  I  would  remember  that  when  I  wer 
out  and  avoid  the  less  congested  areas,  cor 
fining  my  appearance  to  that  section  whic 
was  reserved  by  custom  for  the  younger  ge: 
eration.  With  this  acceptance  of  living  area) 
we  would  be  spared  mutual  emotional  e> 
posure. 

She  spoke  briefly,  and,  as  though  upon 
prearranged  signal,  our  apartment  buzze 
rang.  Paul  was  downstairs  waiting.  This  al 
lowed  Erin  to  make  her  way  to  the  back  d 
the  house  and  out  the  kitchen  door,  ou 
easiest  form  of  ingress  and  egress. 

Father  and  I  looked  at  each  other  with 
new  shade  of  understanding.  Tonight  we  ha 
a  common  thought  between  us.  We  woul<| 
soon  lose  one  of  our  women. 

Mother  joined  us.  As  usual,  she  was  con, 
tinuing  her  endless  series  of  household  tasks 
This  time  it  was  the  men's  socks.  Her  firs 
assignment  was  one  of  mine.  The  china  eg 
slipix.'d  to  the  toe  and  disclosed  a  large  hole 
She  looked  at  me  and  made  a  short  cluckin 
note  of  disapproval  and  dismay.  Then,  se 
lecting  an  appropriate  cotton,  she  repaired  i 
witli  quick,  flashing  strokes  of  the  needle. 

Silence  flowed  around  us,  but  with  a  nev 
peace.  Conversation  relating  to  facts,  opin 
ions  and  simply  occasional  comment  seeme< 
no  longer  necessary,  nor  in  a  way  dcsirablt 

I  Stubbed  out  my  cigarette  and  rose. 
(Continuid  on  Psfi  114) 


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(Continued  from  Pane  Hi) 

"Going  out.  Michael?" 

I  grunted  an  answer,  went  back  to  my 
room.  Tommy  was  now  engrossed  in  the 
manufacture  of  a  model  airplane,  which  he 
attempted  to  hide  from  me  because  this  was 
supposedly  the  hour  in  which  he  did  a  modi- 
cum of  homework.  I  pulled  out  of  a  closet  my 
Army-surplus  leather  jacket,  zipped  it  shut, 
gave  a  cuff  to  Tommy  which  made  him  grin 
with  delight  and  let  myself  out  of  the  house. 

The  street  was  amoil  with  life  spilled  out 
of  too  little  living  quarters.  I  made  my  way 
down  to  the  corner  drugstore.  Opening  the 
door.  I  was  swept  with  noise.  I  joined  my 
crowd,  but  tonight  their  excitements  ap- 
peared trivial.  I  found  I  had  nothing  to  say 
to  any  of  my  friends.  The  possibilities  of  the 
morrow  took  away  any  pleasure  in  the  im- 
mediate, and  girls  were  unimportant  and  un- 
consoling  in  their  approaches.  I  felt  remote, 
untouched  by  smiles  or  sneers.  I  left  the  gang 
shortly  to  take  a  walk  along  dark  streets, 
seeking  release  from  emotions  engendered  by 
the  day's  delay.  I  came  home  earlier  than  my 
customary  hour,  nodded  good  night  to  my 
parents  and  went  to  bed. 

In  the  morning  I  rose  early.  Expectation 
ran  high.  Rain  had  come,  smearing  the  bright 
colors  into  a  uniform  grayness,  but  I  refused 
to  be  disheartened.  I  dressed  with  extreme 


care,  selecting  a  blue  shirt,  worn  at  the  collar 
but  spotless. 

I  walked  slowly,  my  short  raincoat  but 
toned  up  to  my  chin.  I  avoided  deep  guttei 
waters,  but  by  the  time  I  had  reached  Smitl; 
Storage  and  Moving  there  was  already  ■ 
faint  squishing  sound  when  I  cautiously 
worked  my  toes  against  the  thin  soles. 

My  employer  was  there,  standing  by  tht 
door,  watching  the  rain  fall  in  heavier  drop* 
from  the  edges  of  the  swinging  sign.  Hi 
nodded  briefly  and  I  made  my  way  towardi 
the  office.  He  followed  me.  I  hung  up  m\ 
coat,  bent  to  give  my  pants  an  extra  turn  up] 
to  remove  their  dampness  from  my  legs,  and' 
was  combing  my  hair  into  place,  feeling  the' 
water  sliding  along  the  now  more  ordered 
waves,  and  one  trickle  slipping  down  my 
neck.  I  wiped  it  off. 

"Well  "  I  said,  turning,  ready  for  tht 

day  ahead. 

"Thought  you  might  have  changed  your 
mind  about  coming." 

"Not  me."  I  hastened  to  give  him  assur- 
ance, fearful  lest  in  the  unshared  time  he  had 
changed  his. 

"1  haven't  discovered  anyone  I  can  mail 
that  letter  to,"  and  his  eyes  moved  to  look  at 
it  lying  on  the  desk. 

"I'm  ready  for  the  first  thing  on  the  sched 
ule,  Mr.  Smith." 

(Continued  on  Page  116) 


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w  HEN  A  young  child  savs,  "I'm  going  to  be  a  fireman 
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(even  though  an  experienced  adult  can  see  ahead  of  time 
how  transient  thev  will  be).  Parents  should  be  aware,  too, 
of  the  complicated  adjustment  children  must  make  to  their 
accelerated  physical  and  emotional  development.  Helpful 
awareness  would  save  the  child  from  the  destructive  feeling 
that  his  natural  emotions  are  bad  or  wrong.  Good  handling 
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I  make  this  will  upon  a  time 
That  none  who  read  it  shall  have 
known, 

When  unborn  bearers  of  my  blood 
Have  inherited  my  prime 
Of  thirty  years,  and  I  shall  own 
A  legacy  of  solitude. 
From  that  silence  I  shall  speak 
Of  what  I  leave  them: 


(Continued  from  Page  114) 
"I'm  not  Smith.  I  just  work  here.  Like 
you." 

"Then  my  job?"  I  floundered.  His  words 
could  only  mean  I  had  never  been  hired  for 
what  I  was  already  labeling  in  my  imagina- 
tion as  a  position.  My  hopes  fell  faster  than 
a  house  of  cards  and  with  greater  finality. 
"Oh."  I  turned  to  reach  for  my  coat.  It  was 
better  to  leave  before  he  could  see  in  my  eyes 
how  much  hope  I  had  built  up  for  the  future. 

"Hold  on,"  he  said,  coming  nearer  to  me. 
"  I  never  said  you  were  to  go.  I  told  you  to 
come  back  today,  didn't  I?  Smith,  he 
doesn't  care  what  I  do.  He  isn't  around  much 
to  sound  off,  anyway.  I  can  do  what  I  want 
with  my  own  money.  So,  sit  down,  smoke  and 
relax.  I've  got  to  get  myself  sorted  out.  I'm 
not  used  to  help,  and.  as  you  can  see  for  your- 
self, I'm  not  working  myself  to  a  bone.  I  just 
figured  yesterday  I'd  like  company  while  I 
was  leaning  and  I 

liked   your  looks.   

What's  your  family 
like?" 

I  sketched  them 
in  with  a  soft  pencil 
of  omissions.  He  nod- 
ded as  I  talked,  but 
added  no  comment. 
When  I  had  finished, 
he  leaned  back.  "It 
must  be  nice  to  have 
had  folks  you  can  re- 
member," and  then, 
as  though  he  had  al- 
ready said  too  much, 
he  got  up  and  walked 
away,  leaving  me 
alone.  I  waited.  He 
had  disappeared  to 
some  as  yet  unlocated 
region. 

After  a  few  mo- 
ments in  which  noth- 
ing happened,  I  pulled 
out  the  typewriter, 
found  some  dusty  pa- 
perandstarted  totype 
in  order  to  warm  up 
my  fingers.  I  had  no 
idea  how  long  he  was 
away.  I  had  no  watch. 
Mine  had  stopped 
running  and  I  wanted 
to  pay  for  the  repairs 
myself,  having  a 
guilty  suspicion  that 
it  had  failed  me  as 
a  result  of  my  having 
taken  a  long  shower 
with  it  on  my  wrist. 
Since  I  had  been  care- 
less, I  argued  myself 
into  not  considering 
myself  slighted  if  I 
had  to  go  without. 

When  he  came  back 
his  face  was  not  so 
open.  He  walked 
around  and  pulled 
some  letters  from  the 

wall,  leafed  through  them,  and  stood  finally 
with  one  separated  from  the  rest.  I  stopped 
typing  and  removed  the  practice  sheet. 

"You  can  take  a  letter." 

I  slid  paper  into  the  machine  and  waited, 
hands  poised  to  drop  lightly  and  precisely  to 
the  keys  as  I  had  been  taught  to  do  in  endless 
hours  of  school.  Sam  pondered.  I  heard  a  fly 
buzz  dully,  striking  against  the  dirty  window. 

"How  old  are  you?" 

I  almost  let  the  fingers  fall  before  I  realized 
that  this  was  a  question,  not  dictation. 

"Seventeen." 

"You're  a  liar,  but  should  1  care?  I  could 
have  had  a  boy  like  you.  Barely  sixteen  he'd 
have  been." 

Tie  disconnected  sentences  failed  to  im- 
press me.  I  waited.  Sam  continued  half  to 
himself: 

"You  have  her  eyes.  Don't  see  how,  but 
you  do.  I  thought  she  was  as  nice  a  wife  as  a 
man  could  ask  for  She  took  the  boy  with  her. 
I  couldn't  trace  them.  It  was  as  though  she'd 
'hopped  out  of  sight  into  a  big,  black  hole. . . . 
Dear  sir." 


Uy  Han  U.  Hoffman 


My  fingers  caught  up  with  the  change  oi 
subject. 

"  It  has  been  brought  to  my  attention  tha 
nothing  has  been  paid  on  your  account  fo 
over  a  year  and  a  half.  According  to  our  con- 
tract, we  shall  be  obliged  to  sell  your  article 
for  storage  charges  unless  we  receive  assun 
ance  of  your  continuing  interest.  Respect 
fully." 

I  must  have  typed  a  dozen  such  lettei 
when  we  paused  for  a  breather.  Sam  look( 
at  me,  smiling. 

"Somebody  may  write  us  a  letter  likJ 
yours.  Then  we'll  have  some  excitement,  if 
would  lighten  up  the  day,  anyhow.  .  . .  Got 
girl?" 

"Not  particularly,"  but  I  felt  mysel! 
blush. 

"I  know."  He  nodded.  "You  will,  though 
Be  careful.  Let's  go  out  and  look  at  the  rain! 
It  gets  me  down,  in  here." 

We  stood  togethei] 

  in  the  shelter  of  tha 

doorway.  Sam  hacj 
offered  me  a  cigarette 
but  I  was  smokint 
my  own.  This  was  a 
find  of  a  job:  smokiriL 
with  a  boss,  long  si! 
lencas  without  embar 
rassment. 


Our  home,  ringed  round  by  sentinel 
firs; 

This  hand-wrought  desk  of  maple 
wood; 

Colonial  silver  porringers; 
And  the  ineffable  gleaming  poise 
Of  candlesticks.  Oh,  if  I  could, 
I'd  make  all  of  my  joys  their  joys, 
Delight  them  with  my  properties; 
Yet  something  more  than  all  of  these 
Would  I  bequeath  them. 

Had  I  the  power  to  do  in  act 
What  all  good  men  have  dreamed  in 
prayer, 

I'd  pluck  the  world  and  hold  it  still 
Till  all  the  tremors  that  have  racked 
The  earth  since  Abel  died 
Spew  all  violence  into  the  air: 
A  world  where  neither  guilt  nor 
pride 

Could  so  unbrother  us  again 
That  any  mortal's  blood  we'd  spill, 
But  live  in  peace,  as  God  made  men; 
This  I'd  bequeath  them. 


Sam   tossed  hi 
smoke  onto  the  side 
walk  and  watched  th< 
rain  beat  it  to  an  in  ' 
distinguishable  pulp 

"Reckon  it'  j 
wrong." 

I  waited  for  him  t(  i 
continue  or  to  explair. 
himself. 

When  he  spoke 
again  it  was  in  an 
even  monotoneof  self- 
contemplation:  "A 
guy  sweats  out  his 
guts.  He's  honest  andj 
things  don't  break  fori 
him.  They  get  him 
down.  Push  him  un-| 
der.  You  see  it  hap-| 
pen  right  in  front  ofi 
your  eyes." 

I  followed  his  glance 
and  saw  a  bum 
crouched  asleep  in  a 
doorway  across  the 
street. 

"I  was  like  that, 
after  she  walked  out 
on  me.  Before,  I 
thought  I  was  a  big 
shot.  The  whole  world 
was  a  right  smart 
place  to  walk  around 
in.  Then  it  all  went 
crooked.  It  doesn't 
pay  to  go  to  hell, 
but  you  pretend  it 
helps.  How  long  can 
a  guy  look  at  people 
passing  him  by  without  wanting  to  strike  out 
or  knock  them  dowrn?  Either  he  does  just 
that  and  goes  to  the  clink  for  it,  or  he  lets  go. 
He  stops  looking  for  a  smile,  and  right  away 
he's  lost  his  confidence.  It's  a  long  climb 
back,  and  maybe  the  best  he  can  do  at  the 
end  is  to  look  after  stuff  folks  have  forgot- 
ten or  don't  want  to  be  reminded  of.  Boy"— 
he  turned  to  me,  his  eyes  sad  in  his  face— 
"you  grow  up  in  this  world  or  it  knocks  you 
down.  Don't  get  knocked  down.  When  you're 
on  your  knees,  begging  for  a  helping  hand, 
it's  enough  to  finish  you  off  knowing  there's 
somebody  standing  over  you  ready  to  slug 
you  one  if  you  can  make  it  up,  or  counting 
you  out  if  you  stay  down  too  long.  It's  a 

dirty  racket,  and  " 

Abruptly  he  broke  his  thoughts.  "Run 
down  to  the  corner  for  some  coffee.  I  talk 
too  much.  And  bring  some  cookies  along. 
Any  kind.  Here's  a  dollar.  Give  the  wait- 
ress a  dime  for  the  smile  she  serves  to 
everyone  and  the  nail  polish  she  dips  in  the 
container,  an'  keep  the  rest  for  yourself.  Get 
along.  I'm  wanting  to  write  a  letter  that 
ain't  .1  complaining  one."  THE  i:m> 


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if/  Versatile  Ve/\reeta you're 
a /ways  ready  for  fan* 


O.K. 


ANYTIME 


•  EVERYBODY  LIKES  ITS  MILD  CHEDDAR  CHEESE  FLAVOR 


•  SO   EASY!   VELVEETA  SPREADS,  SLICES,  TOASTS, 
MELTS  PERFECTLY! 

•  RICH  IN  MILK  NUTRIENTS  THE  WHOLE  FAMILY  NEEDS 

•  DIGESTIBLE  AS  MILK  ITSELF 


IT  FITS  RIGHT  IN  WITH  THE  FAMILY'S  PLANS  .  .  . 

this  delicious  cheese  food  that  spreads,  slices,  toasts  and  melts  to  per- 
fection. If  the  "plan"  is  a  bedtime  snack — what  could  be  better  than 
delicious  Velveeta?  If  Dad  has  asked  the  neighbors  in,  grand 
Velveeta  sandwiches  are  a  snap  to  fix.  When  the  card  table  goes  up, 
you're  never  stumped  for  a  snack  when  Velveeta  is  in  the  house.  So 
keep  the  2-lb.  Velveeta  loaf  always  ready — to  help  you  with  good, 
hearty  cooked  dishes  for  meal  times,  and  for  unexpected  fun-times,  too! 


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April, 


LIKE  BIRDS  OF  A  FEATHER,  people  with  the  same  likes  flock  together  .  .  .  and 
~  that's  why  all  the  smart  folk  "flock"  after  TRISCUIT 
Wafers!  There's  nothing  else  like  'em  .  .  .  nothing  so 
crisp,  so  crunchy  and  so  a-tang  with  whole-wheat  good- 
ness. Each  TRISCUIT  Wafer  is  toasted  to  a  "T"  and 
salted  to  a  "turn"  .  .  .  made  purely  for  your  pleasure 
by  National  Biscuit  Company.  Nice  parties  always 
'"O— j  become  nicer  when  TRISCUIT  Wafers  appear  .  .  .  whether  they  appear 
"V-^_y  alone  or  "keep  company"  with  cheese  or  other  spreads.  Try  them,  for  instance, 
"dressed"  like  this: 

To  a  package  of  cream  cheese,  whip  in  enough  cream  to  make  a  light,  fluffy  mixture. 
Season  to  taste  with  onion  juice,  Worcestershire  Sauce.  Spread  on  TRISCUIT 
Wafers  and  prettify  with  paprika. 

Any  way  you  serve  TRISCUIT  Wafers,  you'll  decide  they're  too  good  to  keep 
for  parties  only  .  .  .  they  "belong"  with  family  meals  and  snacks,  too.  Just  be 
sure  you  ask  for  TRISCUIT,  the  distinctive  biscuit  made  by  NABISCO. 


98? 


TIED  BY  YOUR  APRON  STRINGS  to  the  kitchen  whenever  you  make  a  cake 
measuring  and  sifting,  mixing  and  beating?  Then  here's 
welcome  news  ...  if  you  use  DUFF'S  WHITE  CAKE 
MIX  you'll  be  through  in  minutes  .  .  .  and  have  a  prize- 
winner, too.  That's  because  DUFF'S  is  the  complete 
mix  .  .  .  with  everything  in  it,  even  milk  and  eggs  ...  al- 
ready perfectly  blended  for  you.  You  just  add  water  and 
mix.  In  only  4^  minutes  from  the  time  you  open  the 
package — your  cake  is  in  the  oven !  And  when  you  open  the  oven,  you've  got  a 
prize-winning  cake  .  .  .  snowy-white,  feather-light,  fluffy  and  delicious.  You'll 
notice  immediately  that  it's  richer  and  lighter  than  home  recipes,  and  then  you'll 
taste  the  difference  in  every  sweeter,  tenderer  mouthful.  Treat  yourself  to 
DUFF'S  WHITE  CAKE  MIX  and  enjoy  prize-w  inning  cakes  every  time  you 
bake!  Once  you  try  it,  you'll  want  to  try  DUFF'S  DEVIL'S  FOOD  MIX 
and  DUFF'S  SPICE  CAKE  MIX,  too! 


HERE'S  A  TREASURED  POSSES- 
SION FOR  ANY  LITTLE  GIRL! 

A  genuine  child-size  Mod- 
glin  PERMA-BROOMjust 
like  Mother's !  Called  "  PER- 
MA-BROOMETTES", 
they  come  in  the  same  array 
of  gorgeous  colors  .  .  .  with 
the  sameElectreneBristles. 
They  work  by  magnetic  action . . .  and 
pick  up  and  sweep  out  every  trace  of 
lint,  dirt,  dust  and  dog  hairs.  I've  seen 
these  adorable  PERMA-BROOM- 
ETTES  and  know  your  little  girl  will 
want  one  ...  so  just  listen:  Send 


name  and  address  and 
50c,  along  with  the  trans- 
parent cover  from  a 
PERMA-BROOM,  to 

Nancy  Sasser,  27 1  Madison 
Ave.,  New  York  16,  N.Y.... 
and  I'll  send  you  a  "PER- 
MA-BROOMETTE". 
postage  paid.  This  OFFER 
is  a  $1  value . . .  and  once  you  use  a  new 
PERMA-BROOM,  you'll  never  be 
content  with  obsolete  straw  brooms 
again !  Ask  for  PERMA-SCRUB,  too 
. . .  cleans  kitchenware  in  a  "wink"  . . . 
comes  in  a  "rainbow"  of  colors! 


AVOID  THIS  VILLAIN!  His  name  is  "Mr.  Coffee  Nerves"  and  he  goes  around  dis- 
turbing the  slumbers  of  people  who  are  caffein-susceptibles  .  .  .  j— ^- 


and  You  may  be  one  of  his  "victims"  without  even  knowing 
it!  Best  way  to  find  out  is:  switch  to  POSTUM  and  see  if 
you  don't  sleep  better,  look  better,  Jeel  better!  You  see,  both  coffee 
and  tea  contain  caffein,  and  while  many  people  can  drink  these 
beverages  without  ill-effect,  others  suffer  nervousness,  indi- 
gestion and  sleepless  nights.  That's  why  I  urge  you  to  try 
POSTUM  .  .  .  it's  100%  caffein-free  .  .  .  can't  "rob"  you  of 
sleep!  And  remember,  POSTUM  gives  you  amazing  economy  \n  these  days  of  the 
Higher  Cost  of  Living  ...  for  it  costs  you  less  than  half  as  much  per  cup  as  coffee 
and  most  other  mealtime  drinks.  So  foil  "Mr.  Coffee  Nerves"  and  pocket  real 
savings,  too  .  .  .  get  INSTANT  POSTUM  at  your  Grocer's  .  .  .  today! 

WANT  TO  SAVE  MONEY  on  meals  .  .  .  yet  serve  your  family  dcliciously  nourishing 
main  dishes  .  .  .  the  quick-'n'-easy  kind?  Then  I'd  like  to 
recommend  DEMING'S  Salmon.  It's  salmon  at  its  best... 
delicate  and  firm-textured  with  a  tantalizing  tang-of-the- 
sea.  And  yet  DEMING'S  is  amazingly  economical.  In 
a  matter  of  minutes  you  can  turn  it  into  an  elegant  treat. 
Try  a  Salmon  Loaf  like  this:  Add  1  tbsp.  lemon  juice  to  2 
cups  flaked  DEMING'S  Salmon.  Add  1  cup  Medium 
While  Sauce,  34  cup  top  milk,  'A  tsp.  salt,  1  beaten  egg, 
Yi  (  up  chopped  celery  and  1  c  up  dry  bread  c  rumbs;  mix 
well  Hake  11,  greased  baking  dish  in  mod.  oven  050°  F.)  unlil  brown  and  set. 
I  ie  lik'  million .  (  osts  only  pennies  a  serving!  Try  both  kinds  of  DEMING'S 
Salmon  DEMING'S  Sirloin  Salmon  with  skin  and  backbone  removed  (that 
old  favoriie,  Alaska  Ked  Sockeye;  arid  DEMING'S  Recipe  I'ink  Salmon  in 
the  regular  pat  k.  A  wonderful  "buy"  for  hearty  protein  main  dishes! 


I'd  like  to  try  on  your  Easter  bonnets 
For  they're  as  pretty  as  April  sonnets  .  ,  , 
So  perch  'em  a-top  my  new  hair-do 
But  hide  those  price  tags  from  my  view! 

Methinks  this  one  is  the  prize  chapeau 
To  make  me  fair  for  my  Easter  beau  .  .  . 
But  best  of  all  there  is  upon  it 
More  things  than  grace  another  bonnet! 


THE  LOVELIEST  LASSIES  in  the  Easter 
Parade  will  be  those 
with  soft,  silky,  shiny 
hair  .  .  .  and  not  those 
with  hair  that's  dry, 
brittle  and  unruly 
from  using  drying 
shampoos.  That's 
why  I  wish  you'd 
change  -  to  new  KREML  Shampoo 
right  away  ...  so  completely  different 
from  shampoos  with  drying  ingredi- 
ents. In  the  first  place,  KREML  Sham- 
poo has  a  natural  oil  base  .  .  .  which 
pampers  your  hair  to  prettiness  and 
leaves  it  silken'soft  and  angel-sweet  to 
manage.  And  in  the  second  place, 
something  new  has  been  added  to  the 
original  KREML  Shampoo  formula  .  .  . 
a  magical  ingredient  called  "Folisan". 
It's  a  wizard  with  special  cleansing 
ability  that  makes  your  hair  fairly  glit- 
ter and  sparkle  with  natural  luster  and 
radiant  highlights.  I  know  from  my 
own  experience  that  KREML  Sham- 
poo can  make  a  beautiful,  wonderful 
difference.  Why  don't  you  use  it,  too? 

CAN  YOU  IMAGINE  keeping  house 
without  lemon  juice?  I  can't . . . 
just  as  I  can't  imagine  any  faster, 
finer — more  economical — way  to 
get  my  lemon  juice  than  with 
REALEMON,  that  wonderful 
lemon  juice  in  bottles.  With 
REALEMON  BRAND 
LEMON  JUICE  handy,  all  I 
have  to  do  is  uncap  the  bottle  and 
there's  my  lemon  juice — ready  to  use. 
One  ounce,  or  two  tablespoons,  of 
REALEMON  gives  you  the  juice  of  one 

THE  NEWS  GETS  AROUND!  One  smoker 
tells  another  about  CAVALIERS— 
and  if  you  haven't  tried  them  yet,  you 
have  a  real  pleasure  in  store  for  you. 
I'm  sure  you'll  agree  that  this  distinc- 
tive new  King-Size  cigarette  is  "made 
to  order"  for  you  . . .  providing  an  extra 
measure  of  smoking  enjoyment  every 
delightful  puff-of-the-way !  First  of  all, 
CAVALIERS 
are  mild  .  .  .  ex- 
tremely mild. 
Your  first  puff  will 
tell  you  that  .  .  . 
and  as  you  go  on 
/  smoking  them, 
your  taste  will 
cheer  their  mellow  flavor.  But  it's 
only  natural  that  CAVALIERS  are  so 
mild  and  taste  so  good  .  .  .  for  they  arc  a 
special  and  exclusive  blend  of  tradi- 
(ionally  fine-,  light  tobaccos  of  the 
original  Colonial  lype.  This  makes 
them  naturally  milder  .  .  .  naturally 
better  lasting.  You'll  like-  the  longer, 
more-  leisurely  smoking  you  get  with 
n<  w  King-Size  CAVALIERS. 


THERE'S  A  SONG  IN  THE  HEART  of  e\ 

canary,  but  you  seldom  hear  his  sw. 
est  notes  unless  he's  a  happy  , 
healthy  bird.  A  complete  diet  is 
first  essential  of  beautiful  song.  Whi 
a  complete  diet?  Not  just  an  ordin' 
mixture  of  a  few  common  seeds ... 
the   12  tested  ingredients  found 
FRENCH'S  Bird 
Seed   and  Biscuit. 
For  giving  your  pet 
a  wealth  of  health 
and  happiness,  this 
merry   variety  is 
unique  .  .  .  there's 
many  an  extra  trill 
in  the  Bird  Biscuit 
alone.  There's  a  Bird  Biscuit  in  e 
package  of  FRENCH'S.  It  com 
diet  essentials  your  bird  relishes 
would  seek  instinctively  if  he  were 
to  choose  for  himself.  Try  this  pr< 
combination— FRENCH'S  Bird  Sl 
and  Biscuit — for  10  days.  Be  rewari 
with  a  happier,  healthier  canary;  lov 
notes.  FRENCH'SBirdSeedandBiscj 
is  America's  largest-selling  bird  d' 

average-sized  lemon — so  wk 
you  have  the  8-,  12-,  or  16J 
bottle  of  REALEMON  BRA. 
LEMON  JUICE  you  acta 
have  the  zesty,  tangy  juice ci 
12  or  16  average-sized  lemon 
with  all  the  fuss  'n'  bother 
cutting  and  squeezing  done 
you.  Isn't  REALEMC] 
wonderful?  So  economical  too!  I  I 
REALEMON  for  every  use  of  lea 
juice — and  you  will,  too,  once  you 
this  wonderful  lemon  juice  in  bot 

FROM  CRADLE  CUTIES  to  cover- 
beauties  and  hand- 
some  football 
stars  ...  is  that 
how  you'd  like 
your  children's 
looks  to  develop? 
Then  start  them 
off  with  IODENT 
No.  1 -plus- A  Toothpaste  .  .  .  for  it': 
a  child's  formative  years  that  dei 
fighting  action  is  most  important.  A 
IODENT  No.  1-plus-A  is  the  0 
dentrilice  made-  especially  for  cl 
dren  .  .  .  containing  all  the  super 
brightening  qualities  of  the  Regti 
IODENTS,  plus  Ammonium  Cc 
pounds.  These  "miracle"  compoun 
you  know,  fight  decay  through  tl 
killing  action  against  germs  which  ; 
ence  believes  cause  tooth  decay. 
IODENT  No.  I  -plus- A  for  children  1 
Otheri  with  easy-to-bry  ten  tcr 
IODENT  No.  2-plus-A  for  "ftnofa 
.  .  .  for  it  helps  remove  smoke  lai  depo 
from  hard-to-bryten  teeth.  (  .'ost  of  til 
IODENT  "I'lus-A"  Toothpastes  in 
more  than  the  Kcgulat  IODENTS. 


LADIES'  HOME  JOl  UN  \L 


AN  ADVERTISING  PAGE 


Two  birds  perch  here  .  .  .  and  a  winsome  flower 
Smiles  brightly  down  from  that  silken  bower  .  .  . 
And  feathers  gay  and  ribbons  fey 
Seem  to  be  saying  '"Twon't  rain  today"! 

Excuse  me  you  must  .  .  .  what  price  do  you  claim? 
You're  out  of  your  mind  such  money  to  name ! 
Yet  wrap  it  up  quickly  .  .  .  for  plain  is  the  matter  . 
The  fairer  the  hat  is,  the  Madder  the  Hatter ! 


!ING  SIGNALS  the  time  for  all  good 
housekeepers  to 
"tackle"  their 
spring  house- 
cleaning.  And 
know  the  best 
thing  you  can 
use,  regardless 
price,  to  remove  ugly  grease  spots 
m  your  household  furnishings,  such 
:hairs,  drapes,  rugs  andother  fabrics? 
[  ENERGINE  Cleaning  Fluid,  for 
makes  ugly  grease  spots  "vamoose" 
ht  before  your  eyes!  Does  it  in  a  jiffy 
d  it's  nothing  short  of  miraculous  to 
^tch  this  wonderful  cleaner  remove 
3ts  and  leave  everything  bright  and 
w  again.  Since  ENERGINE  is  one 
aning  fluid  that  contains  no  acids 
caustics,  you  can  use  it  on  the  most 
licate  materials. .  .even  fragile  laces, 
lvets,  rayons  and  silks.  Keep  furnish- 
es as  spotless  as  your  home  by  giving 
erything  a  thorough  cleaning  with 
*JERGINE  Cleaning  Fluid.  Forecon- 
ny  and  convenience,  get  the  large, 
ig-lasting  size.  At  your  Drug,  Gro- 
ry  or  Variety  Store. 

AUTY  MUST  BE  SERVED .  .  . 

d  CO-ETS  serve  beauty 
eds  to  perfection!  These 
tie  fluted  cotton  squares  are 
itterfly-soft,  wonderfully 
isorbent  and  smooth  .  .  . 
100th  .  .  .  smooth.  That's 
ly  a  CO-ET  is  your  best  "bet"  for  ap- 
/ing  powder,  rouge,  astringents,  home 
rmanent  wave  lotions,  liquid  de- 
orants,  cuticle  softeners  and  make-up 
andations  ...  as  well  as  for  many 
her  uses.  And  take  this  tip  .  .  .  good 

IE  OUT-OF-DOORS  BECKONS,  come  the 
'/^Q^,  first  days  of  Spring 
...  so  don't  let  pain- 
ful callouses  or  ten- 
der spots  on  the 
bottoms  of  your  feet 
«J  keep  you  indoors, 
et  yourself  a  pair  of  DR.  SCHOLL'S 
aPADS.  They  "pillow"  your  feet  so 
imfortably  you'll  think  you're  walking 
1  air.  You  see,  LuPADS  were  designed 
!  a  famous  foot  authority  to  ease  pain- 
1  callouses,  pressure  and  that  burning 
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I  LEARNED  A  LESSON  in  buy- 
ing recently  .  .  .  taught  to  me 
by  my  young  nephew.  Here's 
the  story  ...  on  a  shopping 
tour  with  me,  he  was  at- 
tracted by  a  sparkling  dis- 
play of  CELLOPHANE- 
wrapped  candy  and  I  agreed 
to  let  him  choose  one  package  .  .  .  but 
only  one.  What  fun  he  had  making  his 
choice .  .  for  even  though  he  can't 
read,  he  could  see  through  the  trans- 
parent DU  PONT  CELLOPHANE 
and  pick  out  exactly  the  kind  he 
wanted.  I  knew  the  candy  would  taste 

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as  delicious  as  it  looked,  for 
DU  PONT  moistureproof 
CELLOPHANE  keeps 
candy  fresh  and  flavorful. 
And  I  was  assured  it  was 
absolutely  clean  .  .  .  because 
CELLOPHANE  gives  pro- 
tection against  flies,  dirt  and 
germs  .  .  .  mighty  important  when 
you  consider  candy  goes  into  your 
mouth.  So  the  next  time  you  go 
shopping,  look  for  the  wide  variety 
of  candy  that  comes  packaged  in 
CELLOPHANE.  I've  always  found 
it  my  guide  to  freshness  and  quality. 


.  watch  your  "P's"  and  "Q's"  when 
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come  in  beautiful  designs  and  bright,  gay  colors.  And  as 
your  final  "Q"  for  Quality,  always  look  for  the  "Made  of 
STYRON"  label .  .  .  because  The  Dow  Chemical  Com- 
pany grants  this  label  of  quality  only  to  those  plastic  canisters  (a  nd  other  plastic 
housewares  and  toys,  too!)  which  pass  the  rigid  standards  of  their  Product 
Evaluation  Committee.  This  means  that  a  sample  of  the  canister  set  has  been 
carefully  examined  for  functional  design,  quality  of  workmanship  and  correct 
application  of  plastics.  So  be  wise  and  choose  well  .  .  .  get  plastic  canisters  with 
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SHOWER  YOUR  APRIL  MENUS  with  the  bright  delight  of  a  real  "Fruit  Festival"  .  .  . 
the  kind  you  get  in  every  can  of  LIBBY'S  Fruit  Cocktail. 
It's  truly  a  festival  of  glorious  fruits  .  .  .  carefully  selected 
and  cut  from  whole,  hand-picked  peaches,  pears,  seed- 
less grapes  and  cheery  red  cherries  from  California's  sun- 
drenched orchards  and  vineyards  .  .  .  plus  LIBBY'S  peak- 
flavor  pineapple.  Since  only  the  finest  fruits  go  into 
LIBBY'S,  I  call  it  the  de  luxe  Fruit  Cocktail  .  .  .  extra 
luscious  in  appetizers,  salads  and  desserts.  And  speaking 
of  salads,  here's  a  sparkling  one  that's  "guaranteed"  to 
send  any  salad  fancier  into  ecstasy: 

Line  a  salad  bowl  with  whatever  crispy  greens  you  like.  Have  a  well-seasoned  dress- 
ing ready  to  serve  at  the  table.  Open  and  drain  a  chilled  can  or  two  of  LIBBY'S 
Fruit  Cocktail  and  arrange  those  sparkling  jewel-like  fruits  in  the  salad  bowl. 
For  other  luscious  salads  and  desserts,  get  LIBBY'S  Peaches  &  LIBBY'S  Pears. 


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Worthy  of  your  prettiest  dress,  your  brightest  talk:  an  in- 
ternational menu  from  India.  China,  France — and  Indiana. 


OF  my  many  treasured  dishes,  each  a  star  in  its  own  right, 
there  are  four  that  make  up  a  menu  internationale:  I 
Chinese  hors  d'oeuvre,  an  entree  that  borrows  from  India, 
a  vegetable  out  of  the  Hoosier  plains,  and  a  pastry  that  is  def 
nitely  French.  They  compose  a  dinner  worthy  of  flowers  and 
candles,  pretty  dresses  and  bright  talk. 

We'll  begin  with  hot  appetizers  and  a  hot  sauce  for  dip- 
ping. The  recipe  I  will  give  you  combines  a  small  piece  of  ham 
and  half  a  shrimp  with  a  thin  slice  of  chicken  liver  sand- 
wiched between  them.  The  three  layers  are  fastened  together 
with  a  toothpick,  dipped  in  a  light  batter  and  fried,  and  the 
result  is  something  spectacular — not  so  much  in  appearance, 
although  they  look  pretty  enough,  (Continued  on  Page  122) 


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Revere  Ware  is  the  most  beautiful  line  in  the  world.  It  also  gives  the 
ongestwear.  It's  practically  indestructible.  You  can't  burn  a  hole  in  it. 
It  is  made  of  stainless  steel,  the  hard  bright  metal  that  resists  pitting 
and  stays  bright  and  gleaming  through  the  years. 

The  thick  copper  bottom  spreads  the  heat  swiftly  and  evenly — 
eliminates  hot  spots — saves  fuel.  It  makes  "waterless"  cooking 
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but  the  three  distinct  tastes  in  combina- 
tion are  really  terrific.  With  the  shrimp 
appetizers  there  will  be  a  hot  sauce  and 
crisp  crackers. 

Sauteed  chicken  with  curry  will  be  the 
main  dish.  This  is  not  a  real  curry — there 
is  just  a  suspicion  of  curry  powder  added 
to  the  flour  in  which  the  pieces  of  chicken 
are  dredged.  And  instead  of  ordinary  flour 
I  use  a  pancake  flour  mix,  which  gives  the 
chicken  an  extra-thick  flaky  crust.  The 
sauce  has  a  definite  touch  of  curry,  but 
not  enough  to  submerge  the  delicate  flavor 
of  the  chicken.  Rice  amandine  will  be  the 
perfect  accompaniment  to  the  sauteed 
chicken  and  sauce. 

Our  vegetable  will  be  string  beans 
Indiana.  I  feel  sure  my  native  state  doesn't 
have  an  exclusive  on  cooking  string  beans 
with  little  chunks  of  raw  bacon  and  onion, 
but  that's  where  I  learned  to  do  it  and 
everyone  I  know  who  hails  from  Indiana 
has  eaten  beans  prepared  in  this  way. 
Anyhow,  wherever  the  idea  started,  it's  a 
mighty  fine  one. 

Hot  rolls,  not  made  by  you  unless  you're 
feeling  extra  ambitious,  and  an  assort- 
ment of  relishes  will  round  out  the  main 
course  neatly. 

We  don't  want  a  rich  dessert  with  this 
meal,  and  angel  Mocha  torte  will  be  just 
right.  It's  a  real  dessert,  but  delicate  and 
not  too  sweet.  The  cake  is  cut  into  pieces, 
then  fitted  back  together  with  a  good  layer 
of  Mocha  jelly  between  the  pieces — I'll 
explain  how  later.  Then  the  center  of  the 
torte  is  filled  with  golden  sauce  made  from 
the  egg  yolks  not  used  in  the  cake. 

These  recipes  will  serve  six  or  eight 
people. 

HOT  SHRIMP  APPETIZERS 

For  32  appetizers  you  will  need  16 
medium-sized  fresh  shrimp.  (If  you  can't 
get  fresh  ones,  substitute  precooked  frozen 
shrimp.)  Wash  shrimp,  shell,  split  in  half, 
cutting  through  center  veins,  and  remove 
veins.  Sprinkle  lightly  with  soya  sauce. 
Get  enough  cold  boiled  ham  sliced  about 
34  inch  thick  to  cut  32  pieces  approxi- 
mately 1  inch  square.  Hams  vary  in  size, 
but  if  you  have  a  good  look  at  it  before  you 
ask  the  butcher  to  slice  it,  you  can  judge 
about  how  many  squares  you  can  gel  out  of 
each  slice.  You  will  he  using  the  best  pieces 
of  2  chickens  for  your  sauteed  chicken  with 
curry,  and  if  the  livers  are  large  they 
should  he  enough.  If  they  are  small,  belter 
buy  a  couple  of  extras.  W  illi  a  very  sharp 
thin-bladed  knife  slice  chicken  livers  as  thin 
as  you  can. 

I'ul  a  slice  of  liver  on  each  ham  square 
anil  top  with  a  shrimp  half,  curling  the 
shrimp  into  a  neal  round.  Fasten  with 
toothpicks  so  lhal  the  layers  will  slick  to- 
gether «lu  n  you  dip  them  into  the  batter. 

Make  a  thin  batter  bj  blending  I  egg, 
3^  cup  (lour,  1  ■,  cup  milk  and  1  ■>  teaspoon 
s.ili.  Dip  appetizers  into  haiier  ami  brown 
first  on  one  side,  then  on  the  other,  in  fairly 

deep  hoi  fal.  Drain  on  paper  towels,  re- 
move toothpicks  ami  replace  with  colored 
toothpicks  io  he  used  as  bandies  when  ap« 
petizers  are  eaten.  W  hen  you  insert  colored 
toothpicks,  be  sure  n>  hare  the  shrimp  side 
up.  Ii  looks  prettier  than  the  ham. 


ot  sauce  for 
izers — shrimp,  ham 
ivers,  lightly 
crackers. 


SAUCE  FOR  APPETIZERS 
Into  a  saucepan  put  5  tablespoons 
catchup,  I  tablespoon  Worcestershire 
sauce,  1  teaspoon  prepared  mustard,  I 
teaspoon  soya  sauce,  1  good  dash  Tabasco, 
1  clove  garlic,  finely  minced,  1  envelope 
bouillon  powder  or  I  bouillon  cube  and 
%  cup  hot  water.  Bring  to  a  boil  and 
thicken  with  1  tablespoons  cornstarch 
blended  with  a  little  water. 

The  sauce  should  he  made  the  day  be- 
fore and  reheated  before  serving.  The  ap- 
petizers can  be  prepared  for  frying  the  da) 
before.  They  should  he  fried  reasonably 
near  the  last  hour,  but  only  reasonably.  If 
they  are  kept  hot  after  frying,  this  needn't 
be  a  last-minute  operation. 


SAUTEED  CHICKEN  WITH  CURRY 

Get  2  capons  or  roasting  chickens  and 
disjoint  into  pieces.  Cut  breasts  into  2  or  3 
parts,  depending  on  size.  Put  the  4  pieces 
of  back,  the  wings,  gizzards  and  hearts  in  a 
stewing  kettle  or  pressure  cooker,  cover 
with  water,  add  I  teaspoon  salt  anil  I 
tablespoon  MSG  (mono  sodium  glutamale 
or  Chinese  seasoning  powder)  and  cook  un- 
til very  tender.  When  cool  enough  to  handle, 
remove  chicken  from  bones,  reserving  it  for 
another  meal,  put  bones  back  in  pot  and 
cook  some  more.  We'll  need  3  cups  of  broth 
for  the  sauce  and  this  much  chicken  should 
make  at  least  4  cups  of  good  rich  broth. 
When  von  think  you  have  extracted  all  the 
good  from  the  hones,  strain  broth  and  when 
cool  remove  fat  from  top. 

Now  to  the  breasts,  legs  and  second 
joints  of  our  chickens.  About  3  hours  before 
serving  time,  mix  together  2  cups  prepared 
pancake  flour  and  1  teaspoon  curry  powder. 
Dip  each  piece  of  chicken  into  milk,  sprinkle 
with  salt  and  dredge  with  pancake  flour, 
getting  as  much  flour  to  slick  lo  the  chicken 
as  you  possibly  can.  Put  plenty  of  vege- 
table shortening  in  a  skillet  and,  when  hot, 
brown  pieces  on  all  sides. 

This  first  browning  is  important.  It 
should  be  done  quickly  and  the  chicken 
shoidd  be  turned  very  carefully  so  that  it 
doesn't  lose  its  fine  brown  crust,  and  of 
course  you  mustn't  crowd  the  skillet  or 
some  pieces  will  be  more  browned  than 
others. 

As  soon  as  pieces  are  delicately  browned, 
transfer  to  paper  towels  lo  drain.  When  all 
are  browned,  lay  them  in  a  large  roasting 
pan,  dot  with  butter  or  margarine,  put,  un- 
covered, in  a  preheated  300°  F.  oven  and 
cook  until  lender.  Baste  occasionally  with 
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Delicate,  not   loo  sweet     angel  Mocllll 

torte  served  with  ■  chiliad  golden  sauc  e. 


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till  vegetables  are  tender  If  «^ 
add  a  cup  of  green  peas  jus,  ^ 
vegetables  are  tender.  And  now 

r  ,  six  lucky  people  together  for 

Get    SIX    lUCIvy     r  r 

rich  flavor. 

\nd  forever  after  -  give  y?™Jf*£ 

Bs  /or«/e»  cents  a  cat,.' 


Hun*  Foods,  Inc.,  lot  Angola 

nunt-fbrtfie  best 


For  Breakfast  or  Dessert 
Hunt's 
Heavenly  Peaches 


(Continued  from  Page  122) 
(he  fat  Mi. 1 1  will  settle  in  bottom  of  pan. 
Cooking  time  will  depend  on  size  and  age  of 
birds — same  old  story  —  and  I  simply  can't 
say  exactly  how  long  tlial  will  be.  but  il 
shouldn't,  be  more  tbau  2  hours  for  l lie  larg- 
esl  critter  yon  might  use.  When  tender  stage 
is  readied,  strain  drippings  and  add  3  table- 
spoons lo  broth  you  have  made  for  the  sauce. 
Put  chicken  back  in  oven  and  turn  tempera- 
ture as  lo\\  as  possible,  or  keep  il  hot  in  a 
warming  oven  or  on  a  healing  device. 

CURRIED  SAUCE  FOR  CHICKEN 

Stir  !3  cup  sour  cream  into  3  cups  of  broth 
and  3  tablespoons  drippings  and  bring  (o  a 
boil.  Lower  heat  and  add  a  few  drops  grated 
garlic  juice,  teaspoon  saffron  and  \}/2 
teaspoons  curry  powder.  Simmer  a  while  to 
release  taste  and  color  of  I  he  saffron  and 
curry  powder.  Thicken  with  1  tablespoons 
cornstarch  blended  with  a  little  water  or,  if 
you  like,  blend  cornstarch  with  Madeira. 

RICE  AMANDINE 

Cook  2  cups  long-grained  rice  by  whatever 
method  you  prefer.  If  you  cook  it  Oriental 
sty  le,  cover  hot  lorn  of  kettle  with  aluminum 
foil — and  vou'll  eliminate  the  brown  crust 
which  is  such  a  job  to  clean 

off.  \\  1 1 •  - 1 ■  cooked.  BB^^^M^i^flHBB 

add  4  tablespoons  melted 

butter  or  margarine,  more  No  one  can  w 
salt  if  needed,  and  toss  into  the  future, 
with  two  forks.  Blanch 

pound   nds.  ■■■bb^HS^HM 

slivers,  and  fry  golden 
brown  in  a  little  salad  oil.  The  rice  can  be 
cooked  in  advance  and  reheated  either  in  the 
oven  or  in  top  of  double  boiler.  Before  serv- 
ing, sprinkle  dish  or  casserole  of  rice  with  the 
slivered  almonds. 

STRING  BEANS  INDIANA 

You  can  use  fresh  or  frozen  string  beans,  but 
1  think  they  should  be  whole,  not  Frenehed 
or  cul  into  pieces.  For  2  pounds  string  beans, 
get  a  chunk  of  bacon  weighing  }■£  pound.  Cut 
bacon  into  yjj-inch  squares  and  put  them  in 
a  slewing  kel  lie  w  ith  %  cup  coarsely  chopped 
onion.  Add  a  small  amount  of  water — 
enough  to  cook  ihe  beans — cover  and  allow 
to  boil  gently  15  minutes.  Now  add  the  siring 
beans,  stir  well,  cover  and  boil  until  beans  are 
tender.  Cooking  time  is  longer  for  whole 
beans  than  for  cul  ones  and.  as  we  all  knoyv, 
some  beans  cook  faster  ihan  others.  I  allow 
from  20  lo  30  minutes  after  beans  have  been 
put  in  the  kettle.  Vi  hen  beans  are  almost 
lender,  add  sail  to  taste  and  continue  to 
cook,  uncovered,  so  thai  moisture  will 
"evaporate  and  draining  will  be  unnecessary. 
Keep  hot  until  serving  time  on  an  asbestos 
mat  over  lowest  possible  heat. 

RELISHES 

You  can  go  as  far  as  you  like  with  the  relish 
tray:  pickles,  olives,  radishes,  celery  curls, 
carrot  strips — any  or  all  of  these  would  be 
good.  They  will  he  a  gesture  toward  salad  —  a 
real  salad  certainly  is  nol  needed  with  this  meal. 


ANGEL  INIOCII  \  TOR  IT. 

Buy  or  make  an  angel-food  cake.  I  \>t, 
bother  with  a  recipe — the  ones  primed 
the  boxes  of  cake  flour  are  line — hut  | 
belter  results  by  baking  il  al  375°  F.  fori 
minutes  than  b\  baking  il  a  longer  limei 
lower  temperature.   Turn  cake  out  on  |>l 
ler  on    which   it    will  be   served  and  i 
evenly  in  to  pieces  suitable  for  serving. 
In   top  of  double   boiler   inch    I  poi 

marshmallows  with  I  %  cups  very  sir. 
freshly  made  coffee.  When  marshmallows 
melted,  add  I  teaspoon  unflavored  gels 
moistened  in  2  tablespoons  cold  water, « 
stir  until  dissolved.  Sel  pan  in  cold  w  ater.  S 
occasionally,  scraping  sides  and  bottom 
pan.  \\  hen  chilled,  add  cup  heav  \  ere 
and  I  leaspoon  vanilla  and  heal  with  rod 
healer  until  frothy  —  about  5  minutes,  I 
bow  l  in  cold  water  until  consistency  is  til 
for  spreading  but  will  not  run. 

Now  move  slices  of  cake  tow  ard  outer  r 
of  plal  ler  so  as  to  leav  e  about  J^-ineh  spai 
between  slices.  Pick  up  a  slice,  spread  c 
side  of  il  with  a  thick  layer  of  Mocha  jel 
put  it  back  in  place  and  press  spread  si 
against  its  neighbor.  Continue  in  this  mi 
ner  with  all  the  slices.  Before  you  put 
last  slice  in  place,  spread  Mocha  jelly  on  I 
posed  side  of  its  neighM 
^H^^^^^^^B       \\  den  all 

will  find  spois  here 
alk  backward       there    where    the  j< 
— OLD  PROVERB.      doesn't  show  enough. 

a  knife  to  lill  these  ffl 
with  more  jelly.  I'm 
cake  in   the  refrigeru 
and  w  hen  the  jelly  is  thoroughly  sel  voui 
move  the  cake  with  two  pancake  turn. 
Make  the  lorte  the  day  before. 

GOLDEN  SAUCE 


Beat  6  egg  yolks,  V3  cup  granulated  sii^a 
and  34   leaspoon  sail  with  rolary  bear 
Stir  in  slowly  1  %  cups  scalded  milk  or.  if  \ 
like,  1  U^cups  scalded  milk  and  J^cupshenll 
Transfer  to  lop  of  double  boiler  and  sel  il  01 
bottom  in  which  there  is  a  small  amoir 
of  boiling  water.  Cook  over  moderate  he! 
stirring  constantly,  until  il  thickens.  Tl  , 
lakes  only  a  few  minutes,  so  be  careful  1 
lo  overcook  or  it  will  curdle.  Add  I  teaspol 
vanilla  and  when  cool  put  in  refrigerali 
\\  hen  thoroughly  chilled,  fold  in  1  9  cup  heal 
cream  which  has  been  whipped  until  stiff." 

To  serve,  fill  center  of  lorte  w  ilh  the  gold  I 
sauce,  (.'.ut  cake  through  the  cenler  of  t|| 
slices  so  there  will  be  a  layer  of  Mocha  jel 
in  the  middle  of  each  piece. 

Svrrirp.  This  is  obviously  a  sit-down  m\ 
and  it  isn't  entirely  a  do-it-the-day-bef 
menu.  However,  you  can  have  all  the  \\ 
behind  you  before  your  guests  arrive.  Eve 
thing  but  the  dessert  could  be  prepared 
day  of  the  party,  but  you'd  never  ca 
me  managing  it  that  way.  I  like  my 
in  the  kitchen — I  dearly  love  to  cool] 
but  I  object  strongly  to  its  interfering  w 
my  fun  in  the  living  room.  I  hope  you,  t 
enjoy  this  menu  both  ways. 


SPRING  SO!*i; 

(Continued  from  Page  72) 


anemone  in  her  hair  and  the  spirit  of  welcome 
in  her  eyes.  And  a  way  with  her.  So  here's  to 
April  and  all  that  she  brings  with  her. 

To  begin  with.  All  this  about  spring  songs 
and  flowers  is  all  very  well.  But  even  spring 
doesn't  take  away  the  pleasure  of  planning 
good  food  and  friends  to  share  it.  And  here's 
a  light  and  delightful  meal  that  fits  like  a 
glove  on  the  hand  of  this  new  season.  To  be- 
gin with  there's  a  tomato  cup  that  will  start 
everything  off  as  right  as  a  just-tuned  first 
liddle.  See  if  it  doesn't. 

TOMATO  < onsomml 
\dd  1  cups  tomato  juice  10  2  cans  condensed 
consomme.  8011011  «iiii  l  whole  cloves.  B 
peppercorns,  '  y  bay  leal.  1  ,  teaspoon  mill,  a 
lit  He  basil,  I  small  onion,  chopped.  ■  lew  oel- 
11  \  iop-  and  parsley  sprigs.  Simmer  30  min- 
utes. Strain  through  cheesecloth.!  Reheaf  and 


serve  with  diced  avocado  garnish  or  chop) 
chives  or  green  onion  lops.  (  The  avocado! 
more  handsome,  bill  the  others  lasle  migl 
good  loo.)  ^  ield:  o  cups. 

An  «»///.  old  custom.  Maybe  it  isn't 
everywhere    but  in  most  places,  ham  gtj 
with  the  Easter  season.  Even  if  it's  onhl 
slice,  everyone  plans  on  ham  along  at>|i 
this  time  of  year.  To  make  a  little  ham  M 
bigger,  we've  come  up  with  a  brand-new  wj 
of  staging  this  old-timer.  New  setting,  n, 
costume,  new  lines.  It's  all  drama    and  h; 
into  the  bargain.  Si,  if  you  aren't  up  t< 
greal  big  handsome  ham  for  this  particul 
occasion  (having  your  own  reasons  for  j 
being  up  to  il  I,  you  may  surprise  your  fa[ 
ily  and  gucsis  by  presenting  this  variation] 

the  ham  motif  for  Ihe  first  lime  on  any  sta! 
The  first  on  yours,  anyway. 

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#27 


Quickly  Make  Your  Favorite  > 
More  Delicious,  More  Exciting . . . 


Cakes  with  this  FUDGE  FROSTING 

entrance  the  taste  and  eye! 

Melt  together  over  hot  water 

1  pkg.  Nestle's  Semi-Sweet  Chocolate  Morsels 

2  tbs.  butter,  and  stir  until  smooth 

Add  I  e.  sifted  confectioners'  sugar  alternately  with 
%  c.  (approx.)  hot  milk  and  I  tsp.  vanilla 

Beat  until  smooth  and  satiny. 

YIELD:  Enough  to  decorate  2  dozen  medium-sized 
cupcakes  or  two  8-inch  layers. 


DELICIOUS  MOCHA  ICING 

for  White  or  Chocolate  Cake 

I  pkg.  Nestle's  Semi-Sweet  Chocolate  Morsels 
3  tbs.  butter  •  'A  c.  hot  coffee 
I  %  c.  confectioners'  sugar 
Pinch  of  salt  •  V*  tsp.  Vanilla 

Melt  chocolate  and  butter  together  over  hot  water. 
Remove  from  heat  and  alternately  add  sugar  and 
coffee,  beating  well  after  each  addition. 
Add  vanilla  and  continue  beating  until  thick  enough 
to  spread. 

YIELD:  Enough  for  top  and  sides  of  two  9-inch 
layers. 

NOTE:  This  frosting  is  smooth  and  will  keep  soft  for  two  or 
three  days. 


SEMI 


TOU  HOOSt 
i2S3  COOKIES 


WITH  AN  ^  ADDED  HOME-MADE  LOOK  AND  FLAVOR! 


Here's  the  latest  Kitchen  Magic 

. . .  the  expert  way  to  vary  and  enrich  your  cakes 
and  pies!  You  prepare  your  favorite  Mixes  just 
as  usual,  from  directions  on  the  package.  Then 
you  add  delectable  frostings  or  fillings,  made 
with  Nestle's  Semi-Sweet  Chocolate.  Mix  Tricks 
are  such  fun  .  .  .  and  take  no  time  to  master. 
First  try  the  simple  recipes  on  this  page  . . .  then 
let  Nestle's  Semi-Sweet  Morsels  inspire  you  to 
create  others  of  your  own!  For  a  whole  new 
range  of  choice  dessert  delights,  get  Nestle's 
Semi-Sweet  Chocolate  at  your  grocer's  today! 


Gingerbread  is  Tops  .  .  .  with  this 

CHOCOLATE  FRUIT  TOPPING 

Bake  an  8"  x  8"  square  of  gingerbread,  using  your 
favorite  mix.  Immediately  after  taking  the  pan  out 
of  the  oven,  sprinkle  half  a  package  of  Nestle's 
Semi-Sweet  Chocolate  Morsels  on  top;  spreading 
the  chocolate  as  it  melts. 

Cut  into  squares  and  serve  warm  topped  with  the 
following  CHOCOLATE  FRUIT  TOPPING 
Combine  and  boil  in  open  saucepan  to  soft  ball 
stage  (238°  F). 

I  Vi  c.  sugar  •  Vi  c.  orange  juice 

1  Vi  tsp.  light  corn  syrup 
Pour  syrup  over 

2  egg  whites,  stiffly  beaten 
I  tsp.  grated  orange  rind 

Beat  constantly  until  thick  enough  to  spread.  Fold  in 
Vi  c.  chopped  dried  and  candied  fruit 

(raisins,  citron,  candied  cherries,  etc.) 
Vi  pkg.  Nestle's  Semi-Sweet  Chocolate  Morsels, 

finely  chopped 

Nestles 

SEMI-SWEET  CHOCOLATE 

®  Lamont,  Corliss  &  Co. 


For  BLACK  BOTTOM  PIE 

use  this  SEMI-SWEET  FILLING! 

Combine  I  tbs.  cornstarch  •  Vi  e.  granulated  sugar 

Beat  4  egg  yolks  and  add  slowly  2  c.  scalded  milk 

Stir  in  Sugar  mixture.  Cook  in  double  boiler,  stirring 

until  custard  coats  spoon. 

To  one  cup  custard  add 

Va  pkg.  Nestle's  Semi-Sweet  Chocolate  Morsels 

and  stir  until  chocolate  is  melted. 

Add  I  tsp.  vanilla  and  pour  into  bottom  of  baked 

10-inch  pie  shell 

To  remaining  custard  add 

I  tbs.  gelatin,  which  has  been  softened  in 
Vi  c.  cold  water  and  cooled 

Beat  4  egg  whites,  adding 

Vi  c.  sugar  gradually  until  mixture  is  shiny 

and  holds  its  shape 

Fold  in  custard-gelatin  mixture.  Pour  over  chocolate 
layer  and  chill  until  set.  Garnish  with  remaining  >i 
package  Morsels,  which  have  been  chipped. 

Use  Nestle's  Semi-Sweet  Chocolate  to 
Make  Famous  Toll  House"1  Cookies  Too 
Recipe  on  package 


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(Continued  from  Page  124) 
BAKED  HAM  LOAF 

Mix  together  I  1  ■>  pounds  ground  raw 
smoked  ham  and  I  pound  ground  fresh  pork. 
Ask  your  market  monitor  and  self-appointed 
master  mixer  to  give  you  lean  ham  and  pork. 
Mix  this  with  2  slightly  healen  eggs,  1  ;>  cup 
milk,  }  g  teaspoon  pepper  and  I  cup  fine 
cracker  crumbs.  Turn  the  mixture  out  on  a 
cooky  sheet  or  breadboard  and  shape  with 
y  our  hands  into  the  form  of  a  ham.  Score  as 
you  would  a  regular  ham,  using  the  handle  of 
a  spoon.  Place  in  a  shallow  roasting  pan  and 
bake  in  a  moderate  oven,  350°  F.,  for  \]/2 
hours.  Take  out  of  the  oven  and  garnish  with 
pineapple  and  candied  cherries  held  in  place 
with  whole  cloves.  Baste  with  a  mustard 
sauce  made  by  boiling  for  10  minutes  l1^ 
cups  brown  sugar,  1  tablespoon  prepared 
mustard,  lo  <"np  water  and  '  cup  vinegar. 
Bake  an  additional  half  hour,  basting  fre- 
quently. For  our  picture,  we  used  I  '2  limes 
this  receipt.  This  makes  a  larger,  belter- 
shaped  ham,  and  what's  left  over  is  just  as 
good  sliced  cold.  Makes  good  sandwiches  too. 

A  penny  used  to  go  far.  Do  you  re- 
member how,  clutching  your  penny  in  your 
tight,  hot  hand,  you  stopped  in  at  the  candy 
store  on  your  way  to  school  and  gazed  at  the 
glass  dishes  of  good,  long-lasting  hard  can- 
dies under  the  long 
counter  and  figured  ^^^^^^^^^ 
how  you  could  wangle 
it  to  get  as  many  sour 
balls  as  you  could  for 
your  penny?  Or  licorice 
"whips"  or  jelly  beans? 
These  last  were  meas- 
ured out  in  a  tiny 
paper  cup,  and  one  and 
all  were  handed  to  you 
in  red-striped  paper 
bags.  One  popular 
number  was  the  cinna- 
mon drop.  These  were 
bright  red  and  surely 
tasted  of  cinnamon. 
Made  your  tongue 
tingle,  and  no  lipstick 
ever  rivaled  their  lus- 
cicus  red  hue  when  lips 
and  chin  received  their 
baptism  of  melted 
candy. 

Another  use  for  ein- 
nainon  drops.  These 
little  candies  were 
handy  to  have  about,  even  though  they 
had  to  be  kept  hidden  or  locked  up.  Cakes 
and  apples  and  even  apple  pies  were  often 
blessed  by  these  little  spitfires.  And  so  we 
called  them  in  to  make  our  ham  dish  gay 
and  our  pickled  peaches  taste  even  better. 
Pennies  do  not  look  so  very  big  nowa- 
days, but  get  some  "drops "and  take  some 
peaches  and  do  as  we  have  here,  and  you'll 
have: 

PICKLED  CINNAMON  PEACHES 

Drain  the  sirup  from  1  No.  can  cling- 
peach  halves  and  add  water  to  make  1  %  cups 
liquid.  Mix  with  1  ■>  eup  sugar,  1  3  cup  vinegar 
and  )/i  cup  red  cinnamon  candies,  and  boil 
for  about  ~>  minutes,  stirring  until  candies 
arc  dissolved.  Add  peach  halves  and  simmer 
slowly,  basting  often,  5  to  10  minutes.  Let 
stand  in  the  refrigerator  several  hours  or 
overnight.  Drain  before  using  sliced  or  whole 
as  a  garnish  for  the  ham  platter. 

Queen  of  the  early  Harden.  Those  of 
you  who  have  gardens  simply  must  have  an 
asparagus  bed.  This  vegetable  stands  head 
and  shoulders  and  waist  high  over  any  other 
early  thing  that  shows  itself  above  ground. 
Hut  do  be  careful  when  you  cut  it.  If  you 
have  a  thin-bladed,  curved  and  razor-sharp 
asparagus  knife,  use  it.  Keep  it  from  year  to 
year  and  don't  open  cans  or  scrajxe  out  the 
frying  pan  with  it. 

And  when  you  cut  asparagus,  cut  below 
the  belt.  That  is,  cut  under,  not  over  the 
ground.  And  let  the  little  spindling  stalks 
alone,  to  give  them  a  chance  to  grow.  He- 
memlxT  Ihrv  have  ambition,  too,  and  would 


like  to  become  one  with  their  grown-up  broti 
ers  and  sisters  so  they'd  be  of  some  accouil 
on  toast  with  plenty  of  butter  or  in  a  sal; 
such  as  you  see  here. 

1SPARAGI  S  SALAD— IIOLLANDAISj 
DRESSING  IN  MUSHROOM  CI  l>s 

The  salad  itself  is  lettuce  and  asparapj 
Marinate  the  cooked  and  cooled  asparan 
for  a  while  in  French  dressing.  You  might  U 
believe  it,  but  cold  hollandaisc  sauce  mak 
an  excellent  dressing  for  asparagus  and  oil 
vegetable  salads.  If  you  have  some  holla 
daise  left  in  your  refrigerator,  add  a  lit! 
lemon  juice  and  an  extra  pinch  of  salt.  I 
you  do  not — and  if  you've  hesitated  to  ti| 
making  it — here  is  our  foolproof  recti] 
for  you: 

Hollandaisc:  Beat  4  egg  yolks  until  the 
are  very  thick.  Melt  Yi  eup  butter  or  marp 
rine  in  the  top  of  a  double  boiler.  Renin 
from  the  heat  and  add  the  well-beaten  yollj 
all  al  one  time,  stirring  like  crazy,  iinlil  tl 
egg  completely  absorbs  the  butler  or  ma 
garine.  Add  l/i  cup  lemon  juice,  %  teaspoo 
salt  and  a  dash  of  cayenne.  Place  the  doubi 
boiler  over  very  low  heat.  The  water  in  tk 
lower  part  should  not  boil.  Keep  up  tr 
stirring  until  the  sauce  is  the  consistency  1 
whipped  cream.  It  takes  only  a  few  ml 
utes.  Remove  from  the  heat  and  pour  into 
chilled  bow  l.  That's tl 


^  On  the  occasion  of  Mark  Twain's 
,7  seventieth  birthday  he  was  given 
a  dinner  at  Delmonieo's  by  George 
Harvey,  which  was  attended  by  lit- 
erary lights  from  many  countries. 
So  many  tributes  were  paid  thegreat 
humorist  that  it  was  early  morning 
before  he  was  called  upon  for  a 
speech.  He  rose  to  his  feel  and  ad- 
dressed the  gathering:  "When  I  look 
around  this  room  and  see  all  these 
friends  gathered  here  to  do  me 
honor;  when  I  see  these  wonderful 
flowers,  and  these  beautiful  ladies; 
when  I  think  of  this  sumptuous 
banquet,  v«ilh  the  exquisite  wines 
and  the  aromatic  cigars;  when  1 
listen  to  all  the  kind  regards  that 
have  been  expressed  this  evening, 
and  compare  it  all  with  my  firsl 
birthday — a  bare  room,  only  one 
woman  present  besides  my  mother; 
a  very  limited  banquet,  no  cigars,  no 
kind  regards,  no  enthusiasms — /  am 
Jilted  with  indignation." 


hollandaisc  For  01 
salad,  we  added  to  tli 
recipe,  just  before  ser 
ing,  about  I  tahlespoi 
lemon  juice  and  an  e 
tra  pinch  of  sail  heal 
in  with  a  fork. 

For  the  mushroo 
cups,  w  ash  and  slem 
large  mushrooms.  Pi 
them  in  )  2  cup  wate 
'2  eup  well-seasone 
French  dressing  with 
clove  garlic.  Simmerui 
til  tender.  Cool  in  th 
liquid  and  then  drai 
them.  Fill  the  mushj 
rooms  with  the  hollan 
daise  and  serve  wfl 
the  salad.  Looks  lik 
spring  and  tastes  lik 
more. 

Tf hat  could  be  bet 
ter  than  this?  Oh, 
■■■■■■  know,  the  ice-creaij 
fans  may  rise  in  prais 
of  ice  cream,  and  I  am  ready  to  stand  wit 
them.  But  what  could  be  better  than  a  me 
ringue  that  crumbles  on  the  tongue  an 
hardly  waits  for  one  to  bite  before  it  disaj. 
pears?  With  freshly  ripened  strawberrit 
lately  from  their  bed,  this  is  a  dessert  worth 
of  the  month. 

MERINGUE  NUT  TORTE 

Roll  fine  enough  saltines  to  make  I  x/i  cup 
Roll  really  fine.  Mix  with  2  cups  choppe. 
pecan  meats  and  2  teaspoons  baking  powdci 
Beat  6  egg  whiles  until  stiff  bul  not  dry.  ad 
2  cups  sugar,  a  tablespoon  at  a  time,  heatin 
after  each  addition,  as  for  anv  meringue 
Flavor  with  2  tablespoons  almond  extrac 
(Sounds  like  a  lot,  but  2  tablespoons  i 
right.)  Fold  in  cracker  crumbs,  mit-and 
baking-powder  mix  lure.  Spread  in  2  greaser 
and  lloured  0-inch  cake  pans  which  have  to 
removable  slip  bottoms.  Have  the  mixttB 
slightly  rounded  in  the  center.  Hake  in  1 
moderately  slow  oven,  .52")°  F.,  10  mi nutfl 
Remove  from  the  pans.  Cool  on  a  rack.  H 
the  2  layers  together  with  sweetened  am 

flavored  whipped  cream  and  garnish  will 

strawberries.  Serves  6  8. 

//«/»/*>  springtime.  Turn  over  the  leave 
with  care;  the  lady's-slipper  hides  her  fac 
and  there  are  signs  that  in  his  pulpit  shrine 
bashful  fellow  steals  away  to  speak  his  pieo 
another  day. 

Enough  of  rhymes  and  rhyming  I'm  01 
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JEANNE  and  Tom  have  been  mar- 
ried a  little  short  of  five  months. 
Like  many  other  young  couples, 
they  began  their  new  life  with  an 
assortment  of  wedding  presents — 
including  all  the  more  glamorous 
kitchen  gadgets,  dozens  of  glasses  and 
pieces  of  china — but  not  one  stick  of 
furniture.  Now,  for  the  first  time, 
they  can  actually  say  they  are  "at 
home."  No  more  dinners  on  the 
wardrobe  trunk,  using  a  foot  locker 
for  a  bench,  and  a  glass  coffeepot  to 
hold  Tom's  weekly  bouquets.  "Not  that 
it  wasn't  fun  in  those  early  months," 
recalls  Jeanne,  "but  life  is  certainly 
more  comfortable  now  that  we  have 
a  table  and  chairs  and  something  in 
the  living  room  besides  the  rug." 

Though  she  had  never  done  much 
cooking  before  she  was  married,  "She's 
caught  on  fast,"  Tom  says.  "Her  din- 
ners are  sure  wonderful!"  Tom  is  a 
meat-and-potato  man — a  meal  without 
plenty  of  both  is  like  a  room  without 
furniture  to  him.  Jeanne  has  two 
pressure  saucepans  to  speed  up  din- 
ner. "One  is  for  potatoes,"  insists 
Tom.  Even  though  potatoes  don't 
appear  in  some  of  Jeanne's  menus 
below,  you  can  bet  there'll  be  po- 
tatoes on  their  table  every  night. 

"Tom  thinks  I  spend  hours  in  the 
kitchen  preparing  his  dinner,  but  ac- 
tually I  don't.  With  a  bean  Frencher 
that  makes  quick  work  of  a  pound  of 
beans  and  a  pressure  cooker  to  cook 
them  (in  three  minutes),  my  electric 
mixer  and  broiler,  this  meal  is  a  cinch 
to  prepare  in  twenty  minutes.  This 
doesn't  count  setting  the  table.  I  do 
that  after  lunch — particularly  if  1  plan 
to  be  away  in  the  afternoon." 

Monday  Dinner 

Broiled  11am  with  Orange 
Green  Beans 
Salad  Bowl 
Applesauce 
Coffee 


BROILED   HAM   Willi  ORANGE 

"This  is  so  sini|)lc.  You'll  wonder  you 
hadn't  thought  of  it  before,  for  it 
the  liatn  a  wonderful  llavor." 


Buy  a  thickish  slice  of  bam.  Slash  the 
fai  an  d  the  edge  with  a  sharp  knife. 

Broil  on  one  side.  Turn.  Opm  I  Mil 

frozen   concentrated   orange  juice. 

Spread  2  tablet  pOOni  rijili I  from  I  In- 

can  (don'l  dilute)  over  the  hum.  (Pre- 
pare the  ml  of  juice  for  next  daj  i 


breakfast.)  Continue  broiling  n 
ham  is  browned  lo  your  lasle.  Beeail 
in  its  concentrated  stale  the  oran 
juice  is  sweeter  and  more  oranfa 
than  regular  juice,  it  glazes  the  qf 
and  adds  a  very  zippv  orange  flavl 
You  don't  get  the  same  effect  v 
orange  juice,  regular  strength. 

For  one  of  their  first  dinn 
Jeanne  bought  two  rib  lamb  chi 
There  was  actually  only  one  1 
apiece  in  each.  Tom  still  kids 
about  this  meager  meal.  Wiser  now 
quantities,  Jeanne  allows  13^  pou: 
of  lamb  for  shish  kebab.  This  is 
too  much  by  the  time  fat  and  bone 
removed,  so  don't  let  the  quani 
frighten  you. 


Tuesday  Dinner 

Shish  Kebab  Bice 
Green  Salad 
Strawberries  with 
Coconut  Cream 
Coffee 

SHISH  KEBAB 

Crush  J/2  clove  garlic  in  teaspc 
salt.  Add  1 2  cup  French  dressing 
onion,  chopped,  }  £  bay  leaf,  crush 
and  a  pinch  of  ori'gfino.  Cut 
pounds  lamb  into  1  J/*>— 2-inch  cul 
Jeanne  uses  the  piece  cut  off  the 
of  leg  of  lamb.  Some  butchers  call  t 
cut  lamb  steak.  The  pieces  of  la 
should  stand  in  this  dressing  a  da} 
two.  Though  it's  a  quick  and  eas> 
prepare,  you  do  have  to  think  abot 
ahead  of  time.  Thread  the  piece 
lamb  on  skewers,  alternating  I 
pieces  of  bacon,  quarters  of  tomai 
and  mushroom  caps.  Brush  the  si 
kebabs  with  some  of  the  dress 
Sprinkle  with  salt  and  pepper.  Bi 
Turn  skewers  occasionally  so  m 
browns  evenly. 


STB  A  W  ItEB  B I KS  WITH  COCO'S 
CREAM 

Sweeten  lA  cup  heavy  cream,  w  hip 
sliff.  with  I  Vi  teaspoons  sugar.  Adr1 
can  moisl  coconut  and  leasp 
almond  extract.  But  a  spoonful  ine 
of  2  sherbet  glasses.  Top  with  fro 
or  fresh  straw  berries  or  raspbofl 
Sprinkle  the  real  of  the  coconut 
top. 

"When  I  finally  get  around  to  u> 
up  the  leftovers  from  a  roast  —  wl 
ever    hasn't    disappeared    in  sa 
wiches     I  proceed  with  caution.  1 
will  cat  leftovers  heated  up  in 
gia\  \     period.  Since  we're  bulb  f 
ol  baked  potatoes,  I  combine  the 
in  a  simple   dish    we   have  (III 
the  'ensemble. 


it: 


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Dinner  at  home  is  the  high  point  of  the  day  for  Jeanne  and  Tom. 


>Vednesday  Dinner 

"Ensemble" 
:er  Cress-and-Cueumber 

Salad 
Baked  Spiced  Pears 
Coffee 


"ENSEMBLE" 
;old  roast  lamb,  beef,  pork  or 
■add  leftover  roast  gravy  and 
il  carrots,  diced  and  freshly 
i.  Heat  together.  Meanwhile, 
2  large  potatoes.  Cut  each  in 
ngthwise.  Scoop  out  potato  and 

with  hot  milk,  butter  or  mar- 
,  salt  and  pepper.  Pile  the 
?d  potato  in  2  halves.  Fill  the 

2  halves  with  the  meat  and 
.  Heat  shells  in  moderate  oven, 
P.,  5  minutes. 

BAKED  SPICED  PEARS 

a  can  of  pear  halves.  Pour  into 

ing  dish.  Add  a  strip  of  lemon 

a  ^-inch-piece  stick  cinna- 
tnd  6  whole  cloves  to  the  sirup. 

in  oven  20-30  minutes  with 
>es. 

we  could  afford  it,  we  would  like 
tble  to  eat  steak  and  mushrooms 
night.  Since  we  can't,  we  have 
our  Saturday-night  treat  and 
for  broiled  chopped  beef  at  least 
during  the  week.  Tom  is  more 
of  cakes  and  pies  than  I  am.  So 
ve  baked  a  cake  at  least  once  a 
—a  half  recipe  or  one  layer,  that 
ing  one  of  the  quick  one-bowl- 
)d  recipes.  The  whole  recipe 
s  cake  and  more  cake,  and  even 
^ets  tired  of  it  if  it  lasts  too  long, 
ltly  I  didn't  have  quite  enough 
r  for  a  confectioner's  icing — his 
ite.  I  substituted  some  mashed 
do.  Sounds  odd,  but  is  wonder- 
ind  a  lovely  color." 


Thursday  Dinner 

Beef-and-Kidney  Grill 

Belishes  Peas 
ilf  Cake       Avocado  Icing 
Coffee 


BEEF-AND-KIDNEY  GRILL 

Jeanne  adds  1  onion,  minced,  salt  and 
pepper  and  cup  tomato  juice  to  % 
pound  hamburger  for  broiling.  With 
the  beef  patties,  she  broils  veal  kidney 
cut  in  thick  slices  and  spread  with 
mustard  butter. 

AVOCADO  ICING 

Cream  2  tablespoons  butter  or  mar- 
garine until  soft.  Add  Vz  cup  confec- 
tioners' sugar.  Cream  together  until 
smooth.  Add  3  tablespoons  sieved 
avocado.  (Peel  /4— '3  large  ripe  avo- 
cado. Be  sure  there  are  no  black  spots. 
Press  through  coarse  sieve  with  back 
of  spoon.)  Add  cup  more  confec- 
tioners" sugar.  Stir  until  smooth  and  of 
good  spreading  consistency.  Flavor  to 
taste  with  about  34  teaspoon  almond 
extract.  Double  the  quantity  for  a 
two-layer  cake. 

"On  Friday  nights  I  would  like  to 
hibernate.  It's  fish  night  in  Apart- 
ment 28A.  I  like  neither  preparing 
nor  eating  fish,  but  I  manage  somehow 
to  do  both.  Tom,  on  the  other  hand, 
likes  sea  food  so  well  that  he  orders 
it  when  we  eat  out.  At  home  we 
alternate  between  canned  tuna 
fish  and  fillets  of  flounder — which 
taste  less  fishy  than  other  fish,  to 
my  mind." 


Friday  Dinner 

Flounder  Fillets  on  Asparagus 
Coleslaw 
Sherbet       Leftover  Cake 
Coffee 


FLOUNDER  FILLETS  ON 
ASPARAGUS 

Cook  x/i  bunch  fresh  or  1  package 
frozen  asparagus  until  just  tender. 
Spread  out  in  glass  pie  dish.  Sprinkle 
with  salt  and  pepper.  Season  and  Hour 
2  or  3  fresh  flounder  fillets.  Brown  Yx/i 
minutes  on  each  side  in  hot  butter  or 
margarine.  Lay  over  asparagus.  Thin 
1  can  condensed  mushroom  soup  with 
cup  milk  to  sauce  consistency.  Pour 
over  fish.  Sprinkle  with  }/±  cup  grated 
Cheddar  cheese.  Brown  under  low 
broiler  3-4  minutes  until  bubbly  and 
brown. 


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HOSIERY  •  GLOVES  •  LINGERIE 


THE  «pI6i:i:\   HOI  4.11 

(Continued  from  Page  35) 


before  she  could  tell  if  Mrs.  Norris  was  crying 
or  not." 

"The  idea,"  Ella  May  said.  "Somebody 
ought  to  give  Mrs.  Miller  a  good  piece  of 
their  mind." 

"She  said  if  Wallie  Norris  was  her  son 
she'd  give  him  a  good  piece  of  her  mind." 

"Well ! "  Ella  May  cried.  Her  eyes  flashed 
indignantly.  "I'd  like  to  know  what  the 
Millers  have  so  much  to  brag  about.  They're 
the  wildest  family  in  the  neighborhood. 
Everyone  knows  the  way  the  boys  hang 
around  the  poolroom,  and  the  girls  are  just 
as  fast  as  they  can  be ! " 

Sophie  opened  her  eyes  wide.  "Is  Rose- 
mary Miller  fast?" 

"Just  let  papa  hear  how  much  time  you 
spend  over  at  the  Millers',  that's  all,"  Ella 
May  said. 

Her  bright  mood  had  vanished.  She  went 
down  the  narrow  back  hall.  The  sitting  room 
opened  to  the  left  and  the  dining  room  to  the 
right.  She  saw  with  relief  that  the  table  was 
set  for  supper.  It  was  her  turn  to  look  after 
things  and  help  Helma  in  the  kitchen  and  she 
had  stopped  for  a  sundae  with  some  of  her 
classmates  from  nor- 
mal school  on  the 
way  home. 

In  the  sitting 
room  Josie  and 
Carrie  were  seated 
opposite  each  other 
at  the  long  library 
table.  They  had 
books  before  them, 
but  they  had  been 
whispering  and  gig- 
gling instead  of 
studying.  Willie  sat 
on  the  floor  playing 
with  blocks.  Sara, 
the  next  youngest, 
perched  on  the  win- 
dow seat.  Her  head 
was  bent  and  she 
had  an  aggrieved  ex- 
pression on  her  face. 
When  she  saw  Ella 
May  she  broke  into 
loud  sniffles. 

"What's  the  mat- 
ter with  Sara?  "  Ella 
May  asked  coldly. 

She  picked  up  Willie,  hugging  him  against 
her.  "Come  to  sister,  darling  baby  boy." 

Carrie  and  Josie  looked  at  each  other. 
Their  two  heads,  with  looped  braids  and  big 
hair  bows,  were  identical.  They  were  dressed 
in  blue  serge  middy  blouses  with  sailor  ties. 

"Sophie  ran  off  and  left  her,"  Carrie  said. 

"You  shouldn't  let  Sophie  stay  out  after 
dark.  I  should  think  I  could  come  home  just 
once  without  finding  everything  at  sixes  and 
sevens." 

"We  can't  take  care  of  everything  in  this 
house  and  do  our  schoolwork  besides,"  Josie 
said. 

Ella  May  gave  a  scream.  "So  you  and  Car- 
rie take  care  of  everything  now?  Lizzie  and  I 
do  nothing,  I  suppose?" 

Carrie  and  Josie  began  to  giggle. 

Ella  May,  mollified,  put  her  face  against 
Willie's.  "Did  him  miss  him's  big  sister?" 

Sara  slid  off  the  window  seat.  She  lisped  in 
a  high  voice,  "Me  wants  to  sit  in  big  sister's 
lap  too." 

Carrie  and  Josie  made  gagging  sounds. 

"Now,  Sara,  for  heaven's  sake  don't  start 
that  baby  talk  again,"  Ella  May  said.  "Stop 
it,  girls.  .  .  .  You're  a  big  girl,  Sara.  Go  find 
Sophie;  Sophie  doesn't  want  to  sit  in  people's 
laps." 

Sara's  narrow  shoulders  dnx>|>ed.  She 
glanced  once  around  the  nx>m  and  then 
stared  at  the  flwr,  her  eyes  fixed  and  un- 
blinking. 

"Annie  was  here  a  little  while  ago,"  Carrie 
said.  "She  said  to  tell  you  that  something 
will  have  to  be  done  alxnit  our  clothes." 

"I'd  like  to  know  what,"  Ella  May  said. 
"It's  all  very  well  for  Annie  to  criticize.  She 
goes  off  and  eels  herself  married  and  then 


NEXT  MONTH 

"The  first  cry  from  my  heart,  when  I 
knew  that  my  daughter  would  never 
he  anything  but  a  child,  was  the  age- 
old  cry  that  ice  all  make  before  the 
inevitable  sorrow:  'IT  hy  must  this 
happen  to  me.  "' 

A WOMAN  whose  sensitive  un- 
.  ilerstaniling  of  the  human  hearl 
has  given  life  to  the  pages  of  her 
novels  looks  into  the  experience  of 
her  own  hearl  to  bring  comfort  and 
hope  to  all  parents  who  have  known 
living  sorrow  for  a  child. 

THE  CHILD 
WHO  NEVER  <.REW 

By  Pearl  S.  Buck 
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she  waltzes  in  and  tells  Lizzie  and  me  wha 
has  to  be  done." 

"Well,  Sara  went  all  over  the  neighboi 
hood  telling  everybody  that  she  only  has  on] 
suit  of  underwear.  Annie  said  that  if  any  c 
Howard's  people  heard  a  story  like  that  she/ 
just  about  die." 

Ella  May  burst  out  laughing.  She  straight 
ened  her  face  and  said  severely,  "Sara  Good] 
all,  you  just  wait  until  papa  gets  home." 

"Sophie  told  me  to,"  Sara  whined. 

"That's  no  excuse,"  Ella  May  saic 
"Papa  ought  to  give  her  a  good  whippinf 
and  that's  probably  just  what  he  will  d 
when  he  hears  about  it." 

They  all  stared  at  Sara.  "I'd  hate  to  be i 
her  shoes,"  Josie  said. 

Sara  began  to  jump  up  and  down,  shrieli 
ing  wildly. 

"That's  enough,"  Ella  May  said.  "Lt 
her  alone;  she  just  does  that  to  show  of 
Don't  pay  any  attention  to  her." 
"Wallie  Norris  is  home,"  Josie  said. 
There  was  a  queer  pause.  Ella  Mai 
hummed  a  little  tune.  Sara  stopped  shriekini 

  "He  probabl 

looks  terrible,  "Jos 
said.  "They  kee 
them  locked  up ; 
the  time  so  thi 
never  go  outdco 
and  they  have  toe 
bread  and  water 
"How  do  y( 
know? " 

"It's  a  wel 
known  fact." 

Ella  May  saic 
"Walter  Norris  hi 
been  out  west  wort 
ing  on  a  ranch 
that's  where  he 
been." 

Carrie  and  Jos 
regarded  her  s! 
lently.  Then  the 
glances  met,  an 
they  dropped  the 
eyes  to  their  schoo 
books. 

"Just   let  pap 
hear  you  repeatir 
any  of  that  sill 
talk,  that's  all,"  Ella  May  said.  She  stoc 
up,  putting  Willie  on  the  floor.  "You'll  catc 
it,"  she  said  as  she  swept  out  the  door. 

In  the  kitchen  Helma  bent  over  the  ovei 
"  Was  that  your  father  came  in?  The  butch 
was  late  and  this  meat  loaf  isn't  done." 

"No,  he  isn't  home  yet.  I'll  make  the  col 
slaw." 

They  worked  together  in  silence.  Papa 
pected  the  household  to  go  along  just  as 
had  before  mamma  died.  The  responsibili 
fell  most  heavily  on  Lizzie  and  Ella  May  nc 
that  Annie  was  married.  Bert  was  a  youi 
man;  he  couldn't  be  expected  to  take  a  sru 
in  the  housekeeping.  The  children  were 
ginning  to  run  wild. 

"Oh,  mamma,  we  all  need  you  so,"  El 
May  whispered.  Standing  chopping  cabbag 
she  thought  suddenly  of  Rosemary  Mille 
The  Millers  might  be  looked  down  on  by 
rest  of  the  neighborhood,  but  Rosem 
seemed  always  to  be  having  a  very  gay  tim 

"I  see  young  Walter  Norris  is  hon 
again,"  Helma  said.  "The  Lord  knows  wh 
they'll  do  with  him  now.  Mr.  Norris  won 
dare  take  him  back  in  the  bank.  The  Norris 
are  nice  people  and  I  feel  sorry  for  them,  bi 
the  best  thing  they  could  have  done  wou| 
have  been  to  let  him  take  his  medicine."  I 

Ella  May  faced  her,  her  shoulders  bad 
and  head  up.  "Helma,  nobody  really  knovl 
that  Walter  Norris  stole  that  money  fro 
the  bank.  Papa  says  that  the  Norrises  ha1 
been  good  neighbors  for  twenty-five  yea 
and  he  ho|>cs  that  he  can  be  just  as  gix)d  I 
neighbor  to  them." 

Helma  turned  sharply.  "Well,  I'm  ju, 
saying  what  everybody  knows.  The 
knows  I'd  lie  the  last  one  to  want  to  add 
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myself." 

On  her  way  through  the  back  hall  Ella 
May  glanced  into  the  sitting  room.  Every- 
thing was  peaceful.  Josie  and  Carrie  were 
studying;  the  three  youngest  children  sat  on 
the  floor  looking  at  a  book  while  Sophie 
turned  the  leaves. 

Lizzie  had  just  come  in  the  front  door.  She 
put  her  books  and  the  papers  she  had  brought 
home  to  correct  on  the  hall  table  while  she 
took  off  her  overshoes.  She  raised  her  head 
when  Ella  May  came  in.  "There  was  a 
teachers'  meeting  after  school,"  Lizzie  said. 
She  took  off  her  coat  and  smoothed  the  collar 
before  hanging  it  up. 

The  cold  was  unbecoming  to  Lizzie;  it 
made  her  skin  sallow  and  her  lips  blue.  It  was 
hardest  of  all  on  Lizzie  that  Annie  had 
married,  because  Lizzie  was  the  oldest  and 
by  rights  should  have  married  first. 

"Come  upstairs  with  me,"  she  said  tersely. 
"I  have  something  to  tell  you." 

They  went  down  the  upstairs  hall  to  the 
room  which  they  shared. 

"Wallie  Norris  is  home,"  Lizzie  said. 

"If  that's  all  you  have  to  tell  me!" 

"No,  it  isn't."  Lizzie  closed  the  bedroom 
door. 

Ella  May  threw  herself  on  the  white 
counterpane  and  looked  at  the  ceiling.  "Did 
you  see  him?" 

"Who?" 

"My  goodness.  Walter  Norris." 

Oh.  Yes,  I  saw  him.  He  was  sitting  in  the 
Cozy  Corner  having  a  soda  with  Rosemary 
Miller  when  I  came  by." 

"Rosemary  Miller!"  Ella  May  said.  The 
pain  in  her  chest  grew  large  and  sharp.  She 
wondered  if  it  were  possible  to  die  of  a  pain 
like  that. 

"They  didn't  lose  any  time  getting  to- 
gether, I  must  say,"  Lizzie  said.  "If  you  ask 
me,  Rosemary  Miller  is  just  about  the  only 
girl  in  town  who  would  be  seen  with  him. 
They  were  talking  and  laughing,  as  if  they 
were  having  the  best  time  in  the  world." 

"  I  assure  you  it  doesn't  interest  me  in  the 
slightest  what  they  were  doing,"  Ella  May 
said. 

"I'll  tell  you  something  that  will  interest 
you,"  Lizzie  said.  She  ran  a  comb  over  the 
surface  of  her  pompadour.  "I  showed  Miss 
Henrietta  Garretson  today  once  and  for  all 
exactly  what  we  think  of  her." 

Ella  May  turned  her  head,  her  eyes  vague. 
"Who?" 

"Miss  Garretson.  that's  who." 

"What  about  her?" 

"She  was  sitting  a  few  rows  ahead  of  me 
at  the  meeting  this  afternoon.  She  had  the 
crust  to  turn  around  and  smile,  and  I  looked 
right  through  her.  Everybody  saw  me.  She 
got  as  red  as  a  beet." 

"What  on  earth  does  she  have  to  do  with 
it ! "  Ella  May  exclaimed. 

"She's  trying  to  have  a  great  deal  to  do 
with  it,  if  you  ask  me,"  Lizzie  said  bitterly. 

Ella  May  stared  at  her.  She  whispered. 
"Do  you  really  think  papa  would  " 

"I  don't  know  what  to  think.  The  way 
he's  been  acting  lately  you  could  think  al- 
most anything.  Henrietta  Garretson  has 
been  trying  to  get  a  husband  for  years." 

"Well!"  Ella  May  said.  She  sat  up 
straight.  She  said  suddenly,  in  a  loud"  voice. 
"I'd  like  to  know  exactly  who  she  thinks 
she  is." 

Lizzie  said  nervously,  "Hush.  We  don't 
want  the  whole  family  to  know  what  we're 
talking  about." 

"She's  just  making  a  fool  of  herself,  that's 
what  she's  doing.  Running  around  after  him, 
when  everybody  knows  he  wouldn't  look  at 
her  twice." 

Lizzie  gave  a  short  hard  laugh.  "The  last 
time  I  saw  them  together  he  didn't  seem  to 
mind  looking  at  her.  Not  noticeably." 

"Well,  I  think  it's  simply  disgusting," 
Ella  May  said.  "I'm  not  going  to  stand 
for  it." 

"I'd  like  to  know  what  you  can  do 
about  it." 

Ella  May  sprang  from  the  bed.  "I'll  think 
of  something,"  she  promised.  "And  while 
I'm  thinking  I'm  going  to  be  just  as  nice  to 
her  as  I  know  how.  You'll  see." 


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Ella  May  picked  up  the.cologne  bottle.  She 
touched  the  stopper  to  her  ears  and  inside 
the  collar  of  her  dress.  She  smiled  at  herself 
in  the  mirror. 

"You'll  see,"  she  repeated  gently,  as  if  she 

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Sophie  sat  with  her  nose  pressed  against 
the  pane,  looking  out  over  the  neighboring 
yard.  She  had  a  cold  and  could  not  go  out. 
Ella  May  stood  behind  her,  taking  care  to 
keep  well  out  of  sight.  She  was  dressed  in  her 
best  coat  and  hat.  "Look  again."  she  said. 

Sophie  looked  again.  "No,  I  don't  see 
anybody." 

"Oh,  my  goodness,"  Ella  May  moaned. 
"Do  you  suppose  it  would  look  better  if  I 
simply  ran  over  and  said  I'd  come  to  borrow 
something?" 

"All  dressed  up?" 

"  I  could  change  my  clothes." 

"You've  already  changed  them  twice," 
Sophie  said.  "How  would  it  be  if  I  went  over 
and  then  fainted  or  something?" 

"Sophie  Goodall,  you'll  do  no  such  thing." 

"  It  would  be  wonderful  if  I  could  get  run 
over  right  in  front  of  the  house,"  Sophie  said 
wistfully.  "Then  they'd  have  to  call  you, 
and  you  could  come  and  sit  beside  me  while 
I  was  dying." 

"You  can  just  stay  out  of  this,  that's  what 
you  can  do,"  Ella  May  said. 

"Well,  I  think  Walter  Norris  is  absolutely 
the  most  thrilling  person  I've  ever  known  in 
my  whole  life,"  Sophie  said. 

"Sophie  Goodall ! " 

"There  he  comes ! "  Sophie  shrieked. 

Ella  May  darted  to  the  center  of  the 
room,  darted  back,  wringing  her  hands. 
"Sophie  Goodall,  come 
away  from  that  window  ■HHUMMI 
this  instant." 

"He  sees  me,"  Sophie 
cried.  She  smiled  widely, 
waving  and  gesturing 
violently.  "He's  waving 
back."  kMb^HBi 

"Is  he  coming  over?" 

"Yes.  No.  I  don't  know.  Now  he's  waving 
to  someone  across  the  street.  Rosemary.  I 
think." 

"Rosemary!"  Ella  May  said  scornfully. 
"She's  probably  been  sitting  over  there  for 
hours,  just  waiting." 

"Yes,  it's  Rosemary.  She's  coming  across 
the  street.  She's  speaking  to  him." 

Ella  May  stood  in  the  center  of  the  room, 
backed  by  indecision. 

"They're  laughing,"  Sophie  said. 

"Let  me  see,"  Ella  May  said. 

She  crept  to  the  window.  Rosemary  was 
laughing  and  gesturing  with  great  anima- 
tion. She  leaned  forward,  smiling  into  Wal- 
ter's face.  Walter's  back  was  toward  the  win- 
dow. "He  looks  absolutely  disgusted."  Ella 
May  said. 

"Aren't  you  going  out  there?" 

"I'm  certainly  not  going  anywhere  be- 
cause of  Walter  Norris,"  Ella  May  said.  "  It 
so  happens  that  I  have  to  go  to  the  library." 

"Oh,  hurry,"  Sophie  said.  She  scrambled 
off  the  window  seat  and  followed  Ella  May 
into  the  front  hall. 

Ella  May  paused  before  the  hall  mirror  to 
bite  her  lips  into  redness  and  smooth  her 
eyebrows  with  a  moistened  finger. 

"Hurry!"  Sophie  implored. 

Ella  may  picked  her  way  daintily  along 
the  snowy  path  of  the  sidewalk.  She  kept  her 
eyes  down.  The  two  standing  together 
turned  to  watch  her  approach;  she  was  pain- 
fully conscious  of  their  scrutiny.  Rosemary 
moved  closer  to  Walter  and  put  a  hand  on  his 
arm.  Walter  appeared  indifferent  to  the  ges- 
ture. He  leaned  moodily  on  the  handle  of  a 
snow  shovel.  His  appearance  was  romantic, 
with  dark  somber  eyes,  a  dark  shock  of  hair 
falling  over  his  forehead,  and  a  full  curved 
mouth 

•'Hello,  Rosemary."  Ella  May  said,  and 
then  she  said.  "Why,  hello.  Walter!" 

"I  lello,"  Walter  said  I  Ic  stared  aL  her  in- 
tently. 

Ella  May  managed  a  light  laugh.  "Why,  I 
had  no  idea  you  were  home." 

"Like  II  you  didn't,"  Walter  said.  "If 
there's  anyone  in  this  luck  town  who  doesn't 


vprii,  n 

know  that  I'm  home  they  must  be  de 
dumb  or  blind." 

"Same  old  Walter,"  Ella  May  said.  S1 
continued  to  laugh,  finding  no  other  way 
fill  in  this  moment  of  unbearable  exci' 
ment. 

"Hello.  Ella  May."  Rosemary  said. 

The  two  girls  glanced  at  each  other  crJ 
ertly.  Living  on  the  same  street,  they  w<i 
separated  by  certain  differences  which  m 
fundamentally  the  differences  between  t; 
Miller  and  the  Goodall  families.  Rosem; 
was  quieter  than  most  of  her  family.  All  ti 
Miller  girls  made  good  marriages  in  spite! 
their  reputations,  Ella  May  remembered  i1 
easily. 

Walter  looked  from  one  girl  to  the  oth 
Both  were  unusually  pretty.  They  loot 
something  alike,  with  yellow  hair  and  b 
eyes  and  fresh  delicate  complexions.  "S 
maybe  coming  back  to  this  hick  town  is 
going  to  be  so  bad  after  all,"  he  said,  smil 
at  them. 

Ella  may  tossed  her  head.  "I've  got 
run  along,"  she  said.  "I'm  going  to  the 
brary." 

"Wait  a  minute,"  Walter  said.  "Let's 
go  downtown  and  have  a  sundae  or  sor 
thing." 

"No,  thank  you."  Ella  May  said.  ! 
walked  away. 

Walter  caught  up  with  her  and  took 
arm.  "Come  on,  be  a  sport,"  he  urged. 

Ella  May  allowed  herself  to  be  ] 
suaded.  Rosemary  came  up  beside  them 
took  Walter's  other  arm. 

"The  two  prettiest  girlsvin  town,"  he  s 
"This  will  make  the  old  burg  sit  up  and  t 
notice."  In  the  ice-cn 
■UHBHHB      parlor  people  stared  w 
they  saw  Walter  Noij 
He  and  Rosemary  kept; 
a  running  patter  of 
latest  slang. 

"Kiss  me  quick, 
thirsty,"  Rosemary 
at  frequent  intervals, 
the  goldfish,"  Walter 
Ella  May's 


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"Don't  kid 
sponded.  His  eyes  sought 
often  as  they  did  Rosemary's.  One  hand 
fact,  rested  carelessly  and  possessively 
the  back  of  Ella  May's  chair. 

This  hand  acted  on  Ella  May  like  a  to 
Instead  of  feeling  excluded,  she  found 
spirits  rising.  She  greeted  each  sally  witl 
burst  of  helpless  laughter.  Her  mood  inci 
the  two  others  to  still  more  boisterous  effo 
Ella  May  knew  that  they  were  being  c 
spicuous,  but  she  did  not  care.  She  felt 
verish  and  giddy,  and  a  little  scornful  of 
other  groups  in  the  ice-cream  parlor. 

"Well,  what  shall  we  do  now?"  Wa 
demanded  when  they  were  outside. 

"We  can  go  to  my  house  if  we  want 
Ella  May  said. 

"Say.  what  about  one  of  those  places 
on  Bemis  Road?"  Walter  said.  "We  cam 
something  to  eat.  and  maybe  somethin. 
drink  a  little  stronger  than  sarsaparilla." 

Rosemary  glanced  at  Ella  May  and  t 
she  took  Walter's  arm  and  said  in  a  high 
cited  voice,  "Yes,  come  on.  Let's  go." 

Ella  May  stood  still.  "I'm  not  allowec 
go  there." 

"Oh,  come  on,"  Walter  said. 
"I  can't,"  Ella  May  said.  She  could 
Rosemary  watching  her,  and  there  wa 
triumphant  glint  in  Rosemary's  eyes.  | 
knew  that  he  would  despise  her,  that 
would  lose  him  forever.  "I  just  can't,  th 
all."  she  said  miserably. 

"Oh.  all  right,"  Walter  said  call 
"Rosemary  and  I  will  go.  won't  we?  Efl 
mary's  a  g(X)d  sport." 

/  don't  care,  Ella  May  thought  prou 
hurrying  home  alone.  //  he  wants  to  act 
Way,  let  him. 

It  was  dark,  later  than  she  had  thou  I 
Apprehensively,  she  ran  up  the  ix>rch  si 
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tire  family  to  be  assembled  on  time  for 
|xt,  just  for  once  in  our  lives?" 
"  No,  sir." 

She  was  tidying  herself  in  the  b.ithn 
when  the  sup|xT  bell  rang.  The  rest  of 
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family  was  seated  as  she  hurried  into  the 
dining  room.  Her  father  stood  at  his  place, 
waiting  for  her  before  he  said  grace.  He  sat 
down  and  glanced  sternly  about  the  table. 

Helma  hastened  in,  placed  a  soup  tureen 
before  him.  She  took  her  own  place  at  the 
table,  nearest  the  swinging  door  into  the 
kitchen. 

"Oyster  stew ! "  Godfrey  Goodall  removed 
the  cover  of  the  tureen. 

"Oysters  stick  in  my  throat,"  Sara  said. 

Her  father  glared  at  her.  Then  he  carefully 
removed  all  the  oysters  from  her  plate  ex- 
cept one.  Sara  sat  motionless,  staring  at  the 
lone  oyster  as  if  mesmerized. 

"Well,"  Mr.  Goodall  said  in  a  hearty  voice. 
"What  has  everyone  been  doing  this  nice 
Saturday?" 

"We've  been  coasting  on  Hart's  Hill," 
Carrie  and  Josie  said  together.  "Can  we  go 
again  tonight,  papa?" 

Certainly  not,"  Mr.  Goodall  said.  He 
attacked  his  stew.  He  sat  back  and  passed 
his  napkin  over  his  mouth,  appearing  to 
think  better  of  his  decision.  "Since  it's 
S:  ;urday,  it  will  be  all  right  for  you  to  go 
until  nine  o'clock  if  somebody  older  goes 
with  you." 

The  three  oldest  members  of  his  family 
avoided  his  eyes. 

"Well,  speak  up,"  Mr.  Goodall  advised. 
"Can  one  of  you  find  time  to  look  after 
your  younger  sisters  or  not?" 

"I  have  a  previous  engagement,"  Bert 
said. 

Lizzie  was  expecting  a  caller,  as  they  all 
knew. 

"Ella  May?" 

"  I  have  a  little  headache,"  Ella  May  said. 
"  I  think  I'd  better  go  to  bed  early." 

Mr.  Goodall  began  to  look  angry.  He 
shouted  suddenly,  "Sara  Goodall,  eat  that 
oyster  this  instant." 

Sara  put  one  hand  over  her  mouth  and 
her  shoulders  heaved.  She  continued  to  stare 
with  desperate  fascination  at  the  oyster. 

Helma  removed  the  empty  soup  plates, 
leaving  Sara's  where  it  was.  She  brought  in  a 
platter  containing  a  leg  of  lamb  and  browned 
potatoes,  and  separate  dishes  of  vegetables. 
Mr.  Goodall  served  all  the  plates  except 
Sara's. 

The  telephone  rang  in  the  hall.  There  was 
a  sort  of  preliminary  scramble.  "Sit  down, 
all  of  you,"  Mr.  Goodall  commanded.  He 
rose  with  deliberation  and  strode  out  into 


the  hall.  "For  you,"  he  said  disapprovin 
to  Ella  May  when  he  came  back.  "r 
kindly  tell  the  gentleman  to  pick  a  more  c 
venient  time  to  call  in  the  future." 

"Hello,"  Ella  May  called  into  the  tra 
mitter. 

Incredibly,  like  a  bolt  from  heavl 
Walter  Norris'  voice  came  to  her  ears:  1 
you  aren't  too  stuck  up,  how  would  you  I' 
to  go  for  a  sleigh  ride  tonight?" 

Quickly  her  mind  foresaw  and  passed  oi 
all  the  technical  difficulties.  "Why,  I'dh 
to,  Walter,"  she  said.  "I'd  just  love  to.' 

"Is  it  all  right  for  me  to  come  to  yd 
house  to  get  you?" 

"Why,  of  course  it  is,  Walter,"  she  cal 
gaily. 

She  went  back  to  her  place  at  the  tat 

"Who  was  that?"  her  father  asked.  I 

"Walter  Norris,  papa,"  Ella  May  s 
She  resumed  her  meal  with  deceptive  tr, 
quillity.  "He  wants  me  to  go  sleigh  ridl 
with  him  tonight." 

Mr.  Goodall  took  another  drir.k  of  wat 
He  cleared  his  throat  heavily.  "I  thoutj 
you  had  a  headache." 

"You  know  you  said  you  wanted  us  to 
good  neighbors  to  the  Norrises,  papa,"  Ej 
May  reminded  him  gently.  "You  said  t'i 
just  because  somebody  made  a  mistake  oi 
it  wasn't  right  to  act  as  if  he  was  in  disgr 
for  the  rest  of  his  life." 

Mr.  Goodall  took  a-large  bite  of  food  i 
coughed  into  his  napkin.  The  whole  fan  I 
was  watching  him,  pretending  to  be  b  I 
eating,  except  Sara.  Sara  stared  at  the  oys 

Taking  advantage  of  a  moment  when )  I 
Goodall's  face  was  hidden  in  his  napl 
Ella  May  snatched  the  oyster  from  Sai  i 
plate  with  her  fingers  and  swallowed  it.  S  j 
took  on  new  life.  She  sat  up  and  consurr 
the  broth  in  her  plate  with  feverish  activi 
She  held  out  the  empty  plate  to  show  1, 
father. 

"Why  couldn't  you  have  done  that  in  I 
first  place?"  Mr.  Goodall  said  irritab 
"You  see  how  easy  a  thing  is,  once  you1 
made  up  your  mind  to  it." 

"Is  it  all  right,  papa?"  Ella  May  ask 
softly. 

"No,  it  is  not  all  right,"  he  said.  "  I  do  r 
approve  of  this  racing  around  the  count 
with  every  Tom,  Dick  and  Harry." 

"But,  papa,  you  said  " 

"It  has  nothing  to  do  with  Walter  N< 
ris,"  Mr.  Goodall  said. 

"But,  papa  " 


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"That's  enough.  May  I  kindly  be  allowed 
to  finish  one  meal  in  peace?" 

Ella  May  stood  up.  "Please  excuse  me. 
I  don't  care  for  any  more  supper." 

She  raced  upstairs  and  threw  herself  on 
her  bed,  sobbing  into  the  pillow. 

Bert  came  down  the  hall,  whistling.  He 
stopped  at  her  door.  "I  have  everything 
fixed,"  he  said.  "I  have  a  date  with  Myra 
Davis  and  papa  had  to  say  it  was  all  right 
if  we  all  went  together." 

Ella  May  sprang  from  the  bed  and  threw 
her  arms  around  him.  "Oh,  Bert,  you're  the 
best  brother  in  the  world.  I'll  never  be  ready 
in  time." 

"Give  me  ten  minutes  in  the  bathroom," 
Bert  said.  He  withdrew  his  head  from  the 
doorway. 

Mr.  Goodall,  dressing  to  go  out,  also  re- 
quested ten  minutes  in  the  bathroom.  "If  it 
isn't  asking  too  much,"  he  shouted  after  the 
third  frustrated  attempt.  He  pounded  on  the 
door.  Ella  May  came  out  and  glided  meekly 
past  him. 

Lizzie  was  waiting  for  her  in  their  room. 
"He's  going  to  the  Choral  Society,"  she  said. 
"Who?" 

"Papa,  of  course.  You  know  what  that 
means.  Her  ladyship  will  be  there.  One  of  us 
has  to  go  with  him." 

"Well,  I  can't,"  Ella  May  said. 

"You  know  the  bargain  we  made,"  Lizzie 
said  severely.  "It's  your  turn.  One  of  us  has 
to  be  there.  You  know  very  well  Henry  is 
coming  tonight." 

"I  certainly  ought  to  know  it,"  Ella  May 
exclaimed  in  deep  exasperation.  "He's  been 
coming  here  every  Saturday  night  for  almost 
as  long  as  I  can  remember." 

"Well!"  Lizzie  said.  "I  certainly  had  no 
idea  that  his  visits  were  objectionable  to 
you." 

Lizzie  was  twenty-three,  almost  an  old 
maid.  Ella  May  felt  sorry  for  her,  having  no 
one  but  Henry.  Nevertheless,  this  precious 
evening  ahead  couldn't  possibly  mean  so 
much  to  Lizzie  as  it  did  to  Ella  May. 

"I've  just  got  to  keep  this  date  with 
Walter!  I've  just  got  to!" 

"Well,  I  suppose  I'll  have  to  do  it  if  you 
won't,"  Lizzie  said. 

Half  an  hour  later  Mr.  Goodall  came 
jauntily  downstairs.  He  stood  in  the  doorway 
of  the  sitting  room  where  his  family  was 
assembled. 

Henry  had  arrived.  He  stood  up  deferen- 
tially. "Good  evening,  sir." 

To  everyone's  surprise,  Mr.  Goodall  strode 
across  the  room  and  pumped  Henry's  arm  up 
and  down.  "Nice  to  see  you,  Henry.  Glad 
you  could  come." 

Henry's  amiable  face  grew  scarlet;  his 
Adam's  apple  flew  up  and  down. 

Mr.  Goodall  gazed  fondly  about  the  room 
with  indulgent  eyes.  His  little  motherless 
brood.  He  patted  Willie  on  the  head. 
"Shouldn't  this  young  man  be  in  bed?" 

"He's  going,  papa.  Just  as  soon  as  Josie 
and  Carrie  finish  helping  Helma  with  the 
dishes." 

"Josie  and  Carrie  are  to  be  in  by  nine 
o'clock,  mind." 
"Yes,  papa." 

"Well,  good  night  all."  Mr.  Goodall 
started  out  the  door. 

"Just  a  minute,  papa,"  Lizzie  called. 
"Henry  and  I  are  going  with  you.  We're 
going  to  Choral  Society  too." 

"Oh."  Mr.  Goodall's  ruddy  face  grew 
ruddier.  He  darted  a  sharp  look  at  Henry. 
"I  had  no  idea  Henry  was  musical." 

"  I'm  very  fond  of  music,"  Henry  said. 

"Besides,  it  isn't  very  nice  for  you  to  have 
to  go  to  everything  by  yourself  all  the  time," 
Lizzie  said. 

Her  father  gave  her  a  strange  look.  "Very 
thoughtful,  I  must  say.  Well,  if  we're  going, 
let's  get  started."  Mr.  Goodall  marched 
through  the  doorway  with  the  others  follow- 
ing. 

Bert  and  Ella  May  looked  at  each  other. 
"Did  you  see  his  face?"  Ella  May  said. 

"What's  this  all  about?"  Bert  asked,  and 
then  he  said  "Oh,"  and  began  to  whistle. 

The  doorbell  rang  and  Ella  May  flew  to 
open  the  door.  Walter  Norris  stood  outside. 
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(Continued  from  Page  135) 
'  waited  until  your  old  man  was  out  of 
Mt,"  he  said. 

You  didn't  have  to  do  that,  Walter," 
H.  May  said  gently.  "My  father  knows 
H:  I'm  going  out  with  you." 

'is  that  so?"  Walter  said. 

IjYes,"  Ella  May  said.  "Everything's 
;::tly  the  same  as  it  always  was,  isn't  it, 
Viter?" 

p  the  sitting  room  Ella  May  and  Lizzie 
2  feverishly  working  forget-me-nots  and 
l:j;ies  into  gift  towels  and  handkerchiefs. 

Il'm  in  the  Christmas  entertainment," 
•.hie  announced  dramatically  from  the 
krway.  "I'm  the  Spirit  of  Giving,  and  I 
le  to  have  a  costume." 

Can  you  believe  it's  almost  Christmas!" 
ii  May  exclaimed  to  Lizzie.  "I'm  not  even 
f  ready." 

Whichvuss  ofvuss  thesevuss  arevuss  you- 
1 5  goingvuss  tovuss  givevuss  tovuss  Annie- 
?"  Lizzie  asked. 

la  May  held  off  her  fancywork  and 
ced  at  it  speculatively.  "The  daisies,  I 
ik." 

You  children  take  off  your  wraps,"  Lizzie 
L  "And  don't  stand  around  listening  to 
rything  we  say." 

I  have  to  take  my  costume  to  school  next 
;sday,"  Sophie  said.  "The  teacher  said 

izzie  and  Ella  May  looked  at  each  other, 
ow  in  the  world  does  she  expect  us  to 
ik  up  a  costume  with  all  the  other  things 
have  to  do?"  Ella  May  groaned. 
You  children  run  along  and  play."  Liz- 
said.  "We'll  think  of  something." 
lophie  went  from  the  sitting  room  to  the 
it  hall  with  Sara  tagging  after  her.  Sophie 
k  off  all  her  outer  cloth- 
making  a  heap  of  it  ■■■■■ 
the  floor.  She  picked  up 
heap  in  her  arms  and 
d  it  against  a  hook  in- 
i  the  closet  under  the  none, 
irs.  One  arm  of  her 
t  caught  on  the  hook;  ■■■■■■■■ 
rest  slid  to  the  floor, 
regarded  the  heap  thoughtfully,  and 
n  pushed  it  back  a  little  farther  into  the 
kness  of  the  closet  with  her  foot. 
I'm  going  to  tell,"  Sara  said.  Sara  was 
lging  each  article  of  her  clothing  on  the 
)k  provided  for  it. 

I  was  going  to  play  with  you,  but  now 
ybe  I  won't." 

'  I'm  not  going  to  tell,"  Sara  said  quickly. 
'Not  it,"  Sophie  said. 
'Not  it." 
I  said  it  first." 

Crestfallen.  Sara's  mouth  resumed  its 

»p.  "I  always  have  to  be* if." 

'Let's  start  over.  This  time  will  really 

mt.  Not  it." 

'Not  it." 

'We'll  do  it  once  more.' Not  it." 
'Not  it,"  Sara  said.  She  began  to  sniffle. 
'All  right,  I'll  be  it  first,"  Sophie  said.  She 
t  her  arm  across  her  eyes  and  leaned 
ainst  the  closet  door,  counting  rapidly, 
tunning  water,  one  two  three  four  five  six 
ren  eight  nine  ten.  still  water.  Ready  or 
t,  you  shall  be  caught."  She  spun  around. 
:r  quick  eyes  detected  Sara  instantly, 
vering  with  excitement  in  the  corner  he- 
ld the  hatrack.  Sophie  pretended  to  search 
;  rest  of  the  room,  keeping  a  cautious  eye 
base.  When  she  came  to  Sara  she  gave  a 
irt  of  surprise  and  then  darted  swiftly 
ross  the  room.  "One  two  three  for  Sara. 
>w  you've  got  to  be  it." 
Sara  came  reluctantly  out  of  her  hiding 
ice.  "I'm  not  playing." 
"You've  got  to  be  it,"  Sophie  said.  She 
shed  Sara  against  the  door. 
Sara  counted  slowly,  in  a  whining  sing- 
ng,  peeking  out  from  under  the  crook  of 
r  elbow.  Sophie  darted  upstairs  and  out  of 
;ht.  "I'm  not  playing,"  Sara  shrieked  after 
r.  There  was  silence  from  the  upstairs  re- 
in. Sara  went  slowly  back  to  the  sitting 
am."Sophie  ran  off  and  left  me." 
Neither  of  her  older  sisters  looked  at  her. 
Lizzie  held  up  her  embroidery  hoop.  "How 
1  you  think  this  is  going  to  look?" 


"Perfectly  beautiful."  Ella  May  exclaimed. 
She  held  up  her  own  wprk.  "Oh.  I  can't  wait 
until  Christmas;  everything  is  so  exciting!"! 

Lizzie  regarded  her  thoughtfully.  "If  you| 
ask  me.  it's  a  certain  person  that  you're  si 
excited  about  instead  of  Christmas." 

Ella  May  flushed  and  laughed.  "A  certain 
person  doesn't  bother  me  in  the  least,  I  as- 
sure you." 

"Wallie  Norris,  of  all  people." 

"  I'd  like  to  know  what's  so  unusual  abou 
Walter  Norris." 

"You  used  to  despise  him." 

"I  did  not."  Ella  May  said. 

"Well,  let's  don't  quarrel  about  Wall 
Norris.  for  heaven's  sake." 

"I  have  no  intention  of  quarreling.  Jus 
the  same,  I  guess  most  people  would  thin 
that  Walter  Norris  was  as  good  as  Henr 
Maxwell  any  day  of  the  week." 

Lizzie  stiffened,  and  the  color  began  to  rise 
in  her  face.  "  I'm  delighted  to  know  what  yoi 
really  think  of  Henry.  I  must  say.  I'm  de 
lighted  to  hear  the  truth  spoken  at  last.' 

Both  girls  sat  up  very  straight,  jabbin; 
their  needles  into  the  cloth  and  jerking  then 
out.  There  were  tears  in  their  eyes. 

They  were  interrupted  by  the  sound  o 
the  opening  of  the  front  door.  A  voice  called 
"  Yoo-hoo!" 

"Annie,"  Lizzie  said.  They  glanced  ward; 
at  their  married  sister  when  she  appeared 

Annie  was  short  and  plump.  She  said,  " 
only  have  a  minute.  I  thought  there  might 
something  you  needed  me  to  look  after  fo| 
you." 

"Sophie  has  to  have  a  costume  for  he 
school  play."  Ella  May  reminded  Lizzi 
"Annie  could  make  that,  if  she  wants  to, 
Annie  sank  limply  into  a  chair.  "Well, 
suppose  somebody  will  have  to  do  it.  Ho 
ard's  mother  will  just  about  have  a  fit.  I 
call  Sophie's  teacher  an 
■■■■■■■i  her  about 

Lizzie  and  Ella  Ma^ 
glanced  at  each  other  anc 
then  dropped  their  eye: 
to  their  work. 


h 


think 
when  he  l<>\  es 
—  GREEK  PROVERB. 


■■§■■1  Sophie  painstak 
ingly  searching  the  up 
stairs.  She  had  found  all  the  hiding  places  o 
last  year  and  several  new  ones.  She  founc 
two  dolls  in  boxes  on  the  highest  shelf  of  th 
linen  closet.  She  held  the  larger  one  in  he| 
arms  for  a  few  minutes,  talking  to  it  and  a 
justing  its  dress  and  hair.  She  found  a  set  c 
doll's  dishes  behind  the  bureau  in  the  spar 

room.  She  found  a  number  of  books  and  s^^  Club  elected  its  Presi- 
down  to  look  through  them.  She  put  ever;    ,  ,  , 

thing  back  exactly  as  she  had  found  it.  Sl"embers  §ave  ?e  *™  t0_thf 
started  downstairs,  satisfied  with  the  dayr  of  them  all"— Major  Bob 
find.  She  would  continue  to  hunt  every  Ac 

until  Christmas.  ,   , .  r 

Bert  had  joined  the  girls  in  the  sittirbachelors  were  fooled!  *or 
room.  He  looked  keenly  at  Sophie  when  sl>  San  Diego  after  five  years, 
came  in. 

"  Bertvuss  madevuss  a  dollvuss  housevu: 
forvuss  Sophievuss."  Ella  May  said  to  Anni 
"Waitvuss  tillvuss  shevuss  seesvuss  tha 
vuss." 

Bert  was  studying  Sophie.  She  looked  ii 
nocently  back  at  him. 

'In  a  way  I'll  be  glad  when  Christmas 
over,"  Annie  said.  "Everything  seems  di 
ferent  this  year." 
Nobody  answered. 

"You  don't  need  to  pretend  not  to  kno 
what  I  mean."  she  said  suddenly,  sharpl 
"Everybody  knows  that  the  reason  pa) 
suddenly  took  it  in  his  head  to  be  in  the  ope 
etta  this  year  was  just  an  excuse." 

Bert  began  to  sing  in  a  loud  voice.  "  'Be 

Mason,  don't  repeat  Angel  eyes.  A 

you  wise?'" 

"I  don't  think  it's  so  funny,"  Annie  sai 
"You  should  have  seen  them  at  rehears 
last  night.  Honestly,  sometimes  I  think 
never  should  have  left  home."  She  looki 
directly  at  Ella  May.  "While  we're  on  tl 
subject,  it  may  interest  you  to  learn  that  t 
whole  town  is  talking  about  Walter  Norr 
now  that  he's  come  home  again." 

"Thank  you  very  much,"  Ella  May  sa 
sarcastically. 

"I  hope  you  don't  think  you're  the  on 
girl  he  has  on  the  string,"  Annie  said.  "I'y 


300  Bachelors! 


he  met  Beverly  Reinstedt... whose  smooth,  Woodbury- 
beautiful  complexion  would  upset  the  plans  of  any 
bachelor. 

Four  days  later,  a  telegraph  office  clerk  smiled  at  the 
cablegram  Bob  addressed  to  the  Bachelor  Club:  "I 
RESIGN!"  Here's  how  Beverly  turned  the  trick! 


The  Wedding  was  lovely.  Beverly's  face,  sur- 
unded  by  veil,  was  lovelier  still!  Her  face 


ro 

will  always  be  bride-like,  because  her  soap 
Wootlbury.  She  says:  "Wood- 
It  never  burns  my  skin!" 


will  alu ays 
bury  is  so  gentl 


Beverly  knOWS  the  way  to  smooth  skin  — 
Woodbury, the  beauty-cream  ingredient  soap! 
No  "skin-burn",  because  it's  made  by  skin 
specialists!  P.S.  There's  a  big  ia./i-size 
Woodbury,  too-for  a  beauty  skin  all  over! 


No  "Skin-Burn"  with  Extra-Mild  Woodbury 


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"For  goodness'  sake,  stop  daydreaming," 
Ella  May  said.  It  was  her  responsibility  to 
see  that  Sophie  was  dressed. 

"I  hate  Sara,"  Sophie  said. 

"On  Easter  Sunday.  You  ought  to  be 
ashamed  of  yourself." 

In  the  hall  below,  Godfrey  Goodall  in  a 
cutaway  stood  with  his  watch  in  his  hand. 
"Girls!" 

Willie  had  been  scrubbed  and  his  round 
body  stuffed  into  a  velvet  suit  with  a  white 
collar.  He  sat  on  the  hall  seat  with  his  legs 
stiffly  extended.  Bert  was  the  next  one  down. 

"What  on  earth  is  keeping  the  girls?"  his 
father  demanded.  He  called  sternly,  "We 
have  exactly  five  more  minutes." 

"Oh,  my  goodness,  doesn't  he  realize  how 
much  we  have  to  do?"  Ella  May  moaned. 

Lizzie  came  to  the  doorway.  "Are  you 
ready?" 

"I  don't  know.  I'm  so  nervous  I  could 
scream." 

Sophie  went  downstairs.  Sara  sat  on  the 
hall  seat  beside  Willie. 

Mr.  Goodall  placed  his  silk  hat  firmly  on 
his  head.  Josie  and  Carrie  came  running 
downstairs  and  stopped  short,  giggling. 
Their  father  stared  and  they  subsided. 

Lizzie  hurried  down  the  steps.  "Ella  May 
will  be  ready  in  a  minute,  papa." 

Mr.  Goodall  placed  his  watch  in  his 
pocket  and  marched  out  the  door.  The  others 
followed.  Ella  May  caught  up  with  them  on 
the  sidewalk.  She  kept  her  eyes  lowered  as 
they  passed  the  house  next  door. 

Inside  the  church,  Mr.  Goodall  stood  at 
the  end  of  the  Goodall  pew,  marshaling  his 
family  into  it.  He  himself  sat  on  the  aisle. 
The  younger  ones  were 
interspersed  among  the  ■■■■■■■■ 
older  ones.  When  the  time 
came  to  sing  the  Doxology, 
Sara  hummed  Black 
Beauty.  Black  Beauty, 
over  and  over. 

"Stop  that."  Lizzie  ■■■■■ 
whispered  fiercely. 

From  long  practice  Sophie  could  appear 
to  be  listening  attentively  while  her  eyes 
roamed  over  the  church.  She  discovered 
Walter  Norris  seated  between  his  parents. 
She  pulled  Ella  May's  sleeve. 

"What?"  Ella  May  said,  lost  in  a  reverie 
of  her  own. 

"Walter  Norris." 

"Where?" 

"Right  over  there." 

Walter  Norris  in  church!  That  would 
show  people,  Ella  May  thought. 

The  service  over,  the  congregation  relaxed 
and  drifted  into  social  groups.  Mr.  Goodall 
stood  at  the  end  of  his  pew,  shaking  hands 
with  friends  as  they  streamed  past  him. 
blocking  the  exit. 

"Excuse  me,  papa,"  Ella  May  said.  "I 
have  to  speak  to  somebody." 

Outside,  in  front  of  the  church,  Walter 
stood  beside  his  parents,  like  a  prisoner 
hemmed  in  between  kindly  but  desperate 
keepers.  He  protested  in  an  undertone,  "I 
came,  didn't  I  ?  That's  enough,  isn't  it  ? " 

"Walter!" 

"Now,  father,"  Mrs.  Norris  said.  "How 
do  you  do.  .  .  .  Yes,  it  was  lovely,  wasn't 
it?  .  .  .  How  do  you  do." 

"Oh,  ye  gods." 

"Here's  Ella  May!"  Mrs.  Norris  cried 
brightly.  "Why  don't  we  just  kidnap  this 
young  lady  and  take  her  home  to  have  dinner 
with  us?" 

Walter  grinned  suddenly.  "That  isn't  such 
a  bad  idea." 

Ella  May  hesitated.  "We're  all  supix>sed 
to  go  to  Annie's  for  dinner." 

Walter  looked  boyish  and  wistful;  when  he- 
was  in  that  mood  she  could  deny  him  nothing. 

"I'd  love  to  go."  Ella  May  said.  She 
caught  sight  of  Sophie  and  took  her  aside. 
"Wait  until  I've  gone  and  then  tell  the  rest 
Mrs.  Norris  invited  me  to  dinner." 

Annie  hurried  flown  the  church  steps  and 
stared  at  Ella  May  climbing  into  the  Norris 

automobile.  "Where  doei  Ella  May  think 

sin's  going?"  The  automobile  stalled  off. 

"Mrs.  Norris  invited  her  to  dinner," 
Sophie  said. 


"Nonsense,' 


you 
with 


■X  With    some  people 
spend    an  evening; 
others  you  invest  it. 

—ARNOLD  BENNETT, 


April, 

"Well,  I  like  that!"  Annie  glanced  c 
ertly  at  the  people  gathered  in  front  o| 
church.  "Mrs.  Norris  is  just  using  Ella K 
to  hide  her  precious  Walter!" 

Mr.  Goodall  came  out  the  church  <J 
escorting  Miss  Garretson,  the  organist. 

"Look  at  that!"  Annie  said  bitterly, 
if  there  wasn't  going  to  be  enough  ta 

Mr.  Goodall  approached  his  married  dai 
ter.  "Are  we  coming  to  your  house?" 

"Ella  May  evidently  didn't  think  so 
seems  to  have  a  more  important  eng; 
ment." 

"Ella  May  said  for  me  to  tell  you  tl 
Mrs.  Norris  invited  her  to  dinner,"  So| 
interposed. 

"Oh !"  Mr.  Goodall  said.  He  looked  ah 
frowning.  "You  know  Miss  Garretson," 

Annie  laughed.  "Well,  my  goodnesi 
ought  to;  I've  taken  music  from  her  < 
since  I  was  in  the  third  grade." 

"I've  taught  all  your  children  music, 
know,"  Miss  Garretson  said  pleasantly. 

"I've  persuaded  Miss  Garretson  to  h 
dinner  with  us,"  Mr.  Goodall  said. 

"If  it  isn't  going  to  disturb  anyone." 

"Oh!"  Annie  said.  "There  are  so  man 
us  "  she  began. 

"Ella  May  won't  be  there,"  Sophies 
"Miss  Garretson  can  take  her  place." 

"Fine,  then  that's  settled,"  Mr.  Gor 
said  heartily.  "Let's  collect  the  rest  ol 
family  and  get  started." 

"Father,"  Annie  said  desperately,  ' 
only  having  a  plain  family  dinner." 

"Perhaps  another  time,"  Miss  Garn  I 
murmured. 

Mr.  Goodall  said  loudly  j 
took  Miss  Garretson  1 1 
terfully  by  the  ell 
"We  won't  take  no  fol 
answer." 

At  dinner  Mr.  Goo| 
fidgeted  while  his  sor 
law  struggled  with  can 
■■■■■■■■I  the  ham.  "The  secra 
good  carving  is  a  si 
knife. "Mr.  Goodall  stood  upandcamearo 
the  table,  taking  the  knife  and  examinin 
"Just  as  I  thought,  this  could  stand  a  f 
edge."  He  honed  the  knife  vigorously,  tes 
it  on  his  finger.  "There,  that's  better." 
stead  of  returning  the  knife,  he  absently 
gan  carving.  "An  excellent  ham,"  he  s 
"A  little  dry,  though.  You  must  get  He) 
to  show  you  how  to  keep  the  juices  in." 
"Howard  likes  it  well  done,"  Annie  s 
Mr.  Goodall  sat  down  at  the  head  of 
table.  Howard,  left  standing  behind  1 
moved  around  to  the  vacant  chair. 

"I  do  think  "  Annie  began.  Her 

band  shook  his  head. 

Mr.  Goodall  served  the  plates  deftly- 
started  to  eat.  There  were  candles  on 
table  and  the  window  shades  had  been 
ered  to  create  a  refined  atmosphere. 

"What  on  earth?"  Mr.  Goodall  que 
He  went  to  the  windows  and  snapped 
shades  high.  Satisfied.  Mr.  Goodall  sat  d 
and  resumed  his  meal.  "What's  this  stu 
he  asked,  poking  at  the  fruit  salad  moldi 
lime-green  gelatin,  beside  his  plate. 
Annie  burst  into  tears. 
Mr.  Goodall  put  down  his  knife  and 
and  stared  at  her.  "Are  you  sick?" 

Annie  pushed  back  her  chair  and  ran 
of  the  room.  Howard  murmured  a  mu 
apology  and  followed  her. 
"What's  this  all  about?" 
"  I  shouldn't  have  come.  I'm  afraid,"  I 
Garretson  said  in  a  low  voice. 

"Nonsense!"  Mr.  Goodall  pushed 
his  chair  and  strode  out  of  the  room. 

Those  who  were  left  avoided  one  anot 
eyes.  Lizzie  and  Bert  and  Miss  Garretso 
gan  talking  at  the  same  time. 

Mr.  Goodall  tiptoed  hack  to  the  t 
Presently  the  host  and  hostess  returnee 

Mr.  Crfxxlall  cleared  his  throat.  "On! 
the  warmest  Easters  I  can  remember."! 
eyes  met  Miss  Garrctson's. 

"Oh,  beauteous  day,"  Miss  Garre 
said  softly,  as  if  she  were  quoting  [XX 
"The  most  beauteous  day  in  the  whole  > 
I  always  think." 

"There  are  limes  when  a  large  fainii 
not  an  unmitigated  blessing,"  Mr.  Got 


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said  as  he  was  escorting  Miss  Garretson  back 
to  her  boardinghouse. 

"You  can  be  very  proud  of  your  family, 
Godfrey,"  Miss  Garretson  said  gently. 

"I  do  the  best  I  can.  Every  home  needs  a 
woman."  He  glanced  out  of  the  side  of  his 
eyes  at  Miss  Garretson.  "I'm  not  very  young. 
I  suppose  it  would  be  hard  for  anyone  to 
think  of  me  as  romantic." 

"I'm  not  very  young  either,  Godfrey," 
Miss  Garretson  said. 

An  automobile  passed  them.  "That  looks 
like  Ella  May."  Mr.  Goodall  stopped  and  fol- 
lowed the  car  with  his  eyes.  "Driving  around 
with  that  young  rascal  Walter  Norris." 

"They  are  only  young  once,  Godfrey." 

"That  was  papa,"  Ella  May  said. 

"Who  cares?"  Walter  Norris  turned  the 
corner  with  a  dramatic  flourish,  honking  at 
a  bicycle.  Ella  May  was  thrown  against  him. 

"Walter,  don't!  Papa  can  see  us." 

Walter  turned  another  corner,  and  this 
time  when  Ella  May  was  thrown  against 
him  he  put  an  arm  around  her  and  held  her. 

"Walter  Norris,  you  behave  yourself." 

"Your  father  can't  see  us  now." 

"I  don't  care  if  he  can't." 

"Oh,  come  on,  be  nice,"  Walter  said.  She 
pushed  against  him.  He  removed  his  arm. 
Scowling,  he  kept  his  eyes  on  the  road.  They 
were  in  the  country  now.  "There  are  other 
girls  who  don't  treat  me  as  if  I  was  poison." 

"I  don't  think  you're  poison,  Walter." 

"Don't  you?"  He  stopped  the  automo- 
bile. "All  right,  then,  be  a  sport.  One  little 
kiss  isn't  going  to  hurt  you."  His  face  was 
close  to  hers.  "Come  on,"  he  urged. 

She  wanted  terribly  to  please  him.  "Well, 
one  then,"  she  faltered. 

Walter  laughed.  "Remember,  you  prom- 
ised," he  said.  "You  didn't  say  how  long  it 
was  going  to  be." 

She  found  herself  in  close  embrace.  She 
had  been  kissed  before,  good-night  kisses  on 
the  darkened  front  porch,  but  this  was  noth- 
ing like  those.  It  left  her  dizzy  and  confused. 

"Hot  dog,"  Walter  said.  "Hot  ziggety!" 

Ella  May  sat  up  straight,  smoothing  her 
hair.  She  had  hoped  Walter  would  say  some- 
thing tender,  let  her  know,  for  once,  that  he 
really  cared  for  her. 

"You  could  be  a  regular  peacherino  if  you 
let  yourself  go,"  Walter  whispered. 

She  protested,  half  laughing  and  half  cry- 
ing, "Walter!" 

"I  could  be  crazy  about  you." 

"Oh,  Walter!"  She  wished  now  that  he 
would  try  to  kiss  her  again,  but  he  did  not. 
He  sat  behind  the  steering  wheel,  staring 
moodily  ahead  of  him. 

"A  lot  of  good  it  would  do  me  if  I  did  get 
crazy  about  you.  Your  father  would  probably 
call  out  the  police." 

"Oh,  Walter,  he  would  not." 

"How  about  those  other  fellows  I  see 
hanging  around  your  house  all  the  time?" 

"Oh,  Walter,  they  don't  mean  anything. 
How  about  Rosemary  Miller?" 

"Rosemary's  all  right,"  he  said  casually, 
indifferently.  "A  fellow  has  to  relax  and  have 
fun  once  in  a  while.  I  just  go  out  with  Rose- 
mary when  I  can't  go  out  with  you." 

"I  don't  think  that's  right." 

"Sure,  it's  right.  I  like  you  best.  I'm  crazy 
about  you,  and  that's  good  enough  for  me." 

Dazzled,  she  wondered  if  this  constituted 
some  kind  of  engagement.  She  allowed  Wal- 
ter to  kiss  her  several  times. 

"Gosh,  you're  sweet,"  he  whispered. 

Aglow  with  happiness,  she  pushed  him 
away  finally.  "I  really  must  go  home  now." 

He  acceded  without  resentment.  On  the 
way  home  he  was  in  irrepressibly  high 
spirits.  She  felt  ready  to  die  from  happiness. 

"How  about  tomorrow  night?" 

"I'll  try,  Walter." 

"I'll  be  around,"  he  said. 

"Good-by,  Walter.  I've  had  a  wonderful 
time." 

The  rest  of  the  family  was  home.  Ella 
May  could  hear  them  in  the  back  of  the 
house  as  she  slipped  quietly  up  the  stairs. 

Lizzie  was  combing  her  hair.  She  turned 
and  looked  at  Ella  May.  "Where  on  earth 
have  you  been?  Papa  is  about  to  have  a 
conniption  fit." 


Shoes  by  Capezio 
Hat  by  Sally  Victor 


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April,  1950 


She  said,  "I  give  up! 


Can  you  guess? 


A  bright  young  art  student  was  asked, 

"What's  in  this  wrapped  box?" 

"I  give  up,"  she  said. 

"There's  just  no  telling  .  .  ." 

True!  There  is  no  telling  what's  in  this  wrapped  box.  It  looks  as 
though  it  might  contain  so  many  different  kinds  of  things. 

Actually,  it's  Modess  in  the  wonderful  new -shape  box!  So 
skillfully  shaped  not  to  look  like  a  napkin  box,  that  the  sharpest 
eye  couldn't  guess  what's  inside  the  wrapping. 

And  to  make  sure  you'll  always  get  it  neatly  wrapped — Modess 
now  wraps  the  boxes  before  they  even  reach  your  store.  No  delay 
or  embarrassment  for  von. 

Of  the  leading  brands,  only  Modess  brings  you  these  two  keep- 
a -secret  extras. 

Same  number  of  fine  Modess  napkins  per  box;  same  price. 
Regular,  Junior,  or  Super  Modess  sizes. 


Modess — new-shape  box 
comes  ready-wrapped 
to  save  embarrassment  1 


new  shape 


old  shape 


\ 


"  I  had  dinner  with  the  Norrises  and  then 
I  took  a  little  ride  with  Walter." 

"Well,  you  know  what  papa  thinks  about 
Walter,"  Lizzie  said.  "You  look  blown  to 
pieces.  You'd  better  fix  yourself  up." 

"I'm  going  to,"  Ella  May  said.  She  sat 
down  on  the  bed  and  lazily  stretched  out 
her  arms.  "It's  been  a  beautiful  day,"  she 
said. 

The  kitchen,  like  every  other  room  in  the 
house,  was  spotless.  In  one  corner,  the  four 
oldest  girls  were  holding  a  last-minute  con- 
ference. Lizzie,  exhausted,  sat  on  the  bottom 
step  of  the  kitchen  stairs.  Ella  May  was 
ironing  a  shirtwaist.  Carrie  and  Josie  sat 
on  a  kitchen  chair,  their  arms  twined  about 
each  other  to  keep  from  falling. 

"We've  got  to  call  her  something." 

Ella  May  moistened  her  finger  with  her 
tongue  and  held  the  finger  against  the  iron 
to  test  it,  frowning  with  concentration. 

"For  goodness'  sake!"  Lizzie  said.  "It's 
almost  time  to  bathe  and  dress  the  children." 

"We  don't  have  to  call  her  anything  right 
away." 

Josie  said,  "Annie  is  going  to  call  her  Mrs. 
Goodall." 

"That  sounds  like  Annie,"  Lizzie  said. 

"She  said  Howard's  people  keep  after  her 
all  the  time  not  to  overdo." 

"Overdo ! "  Lizzie  exclaimed.  "The  way  she 
acts  you'd  think  she  was  the  only  person  in 
the  world  who  ever  had  a  " 

"Hush,"  Ella  May  said.  She  nodded  to- 
ward the  three  youngest  children,  huddled 
with  fascinated  immobility  around  the 
kitchen  table.  The  table  was  covered  with 
festive  foods:  cookies,  a  baked  ham,  roasted 
chickens,  deviled  eggs;  in  the  center,  crown- 
ing the  whole  like  a  jewel, 
stood  an  enormous  white 
cake. 

"  Well,"  Lizzie  said, 
"we're  certainly  going  to 
have  to  call  her  some- 
thing."   

"Gabble,  gabble,  gab-  t&m&ssi&xBiBEi 
ble,"  Sophie  said  under 
her  breath  in  imitation  of  their  father. 
She  put  out  a  finger  and  scraped  some 
icing  off  the  side  of  the  cake.  She  licked  the 
finger. 

From  her  elbow  came  a  horrified  whisper. 
"I'm  going  to  tell,"  Sara  said.  "Sophie 
Goodall,  I'm  going  to  tell." 

Sophie  glanced  toward  the  big  girls.  They 
were  intent  on  their  discussion.  Sophie's 
hand  darted  out  to  scrape  more  icing  off  the 
cake,  and  this  time,  to  punish  Sara,  she  held 
her  finger  for  Willie  to  lick. 

"I'm  going  to  tell,"  Sara  said  in  a  louder 
whisper.  Her  agonized  gaze  followed  Wil- 
lie's red  tongue. 

Nobody  paid  any  attention  to  her.  Sara 
could  stand  it  no  longer;  without  caution  she 
stood  on  tiptoes  and  reached  wildly  across 
the  table  for  the  cake,  making  a  great  deal  of 
clatter  as  she  did  so. 

The  four  oldest  girls  turned  their  heads. 
They  stared  at  Sara  as  if  she  had  gone  crazy. 
"Sara  Goodall!"  Lizzie  came  across  the 
kitchen  and  slapped  Sara  twice,  hard.  "Have 
you  gone  out  of  your  mind ! " 

Sara  burst  into  terrified  sobs.  "Sophie  did 
it  first.  Sophie  did  it  first!" 

Sophie  was  standing  at  the  sink,  drawing 
a  glass  of  water.  She  turned  a  face  of  startled 
innocence. 

"The  idea,"  Lizzie  said,  shaking  Sara. 
"Telling  a  story  on  top  of  everything  else." 

Sara  began  to  shriek. 

"Let  her  alone,"  Ella  May  said.  "You 
know  how  she  gets.  If  she  gets  too  excited 
she's  liable  to  do  anything." 

"  I  want  my  mamma,"  Sara  screamed. 

There  was  silence.  Then  Ella  May  said 
gently,  "Now  Sara.  You  know  our  mamma 
has  gone  to  heaven." 

Sara's  sallow  face  was  drawn  into  a  tiny 
wrinkled  knot.  "I  want  my  new  mamma, 
that's  who  I  want." 

Lizzie's  hand  fell  away  as  if  she  were 
touching  a  vi|>cr.  Everyone's  shocked  gaze 
was  fastened  on  Sara. 

"  I  knew  we  Couldn't  trust  her,"  Lizzie  ex- 
c  laimcd  hoarsely. 


^  Diplomacy  is  the  art  of 
^  letting  someone  have  your 
way.  — DANIELE  VARRE. 


"Yes,  we  can,"  Ella  May  said.  "She's  go- 
ing to  be  our  own  dear  good  little  girl  and 
behave  herself,  aren't  you,  Sara? " 

"  No,  I'm  not." 

"I  guess  Sara  wants  to  be  Miss  Garret- 
son's  little  girl,"  Lizzie  said.  "I  guess  the' 
rest  of  us  had  better  not  have  anything  to 
do  with  her.  We  don't  have  to  turn  on  the 
light  for  her  when  she  has  a  bad  dream  or 
comb  her  hair  or  tie  her  shoes.  And  if  Miss 
Garretson  makes  papa  send  her  away  like 
the  wicked  stepmother  in  Hansel  and  Gretel, 
why,  we'll  just  have  to  let  her  go." 

"I  don't  care.  I  don't  care!" 

"Let  me  manage  her,"  Ella  May  said. 
She  came  across  the  kitchen  and  knelt  beside 
Sara,  putting  her  arm  around  her.  "You 
know  our  own  dear  mamma  is  in  heaven 
watching  over  us,  don't  you,  Sara?  It  would 
make  her  terribly,  terribly  sad  if  she  thought 
we  loved  Miss  Garretson  instead  of  her." 

Sara  twisted  her  body  to  and  fro.  Then 
she  threw  herself  on  Ella  May.  "I  don't 
want  to  make  her  sad." 

"Of  course  you  don't."  Ella  May  looked 
significantly  over  Sara's  shoulder  at  Lizzie. 
"She'll  be  good  now.  She  wants  to  belong  to 
us  and  be  our  own  dear  Sara." 

"She'd  better  be,"  Lizzie  said.  "I'm  just 
about  at  the  end  of  my  rope."  Her  gaze  swept 
the  room  sternly.  "The  first  one  who  g 
over  to  Miss  Garretson's  side  is  a  traitor 
the  whole  Goodall  family,  and  they'll  be  just 
as  sorry  as  they  can  be." 

"It  would  be  better  for  him  if  he  were 
hanged  by  the  neck  until  dead,"  Sophit 
quoted  softly  to  herself.  Her  conscience  was 
hurting  her  regarding  Sara.  Presently,  when 
Ella  May  disengaged  the  clinging  arms  and 
went  back  to  the  ironi 
■HMHHH      board,   Sophie  went 

stand  beside  Sara.  Sar 
was  standing  with  her  head 
bent  forward  and  her  eyes 
fixed  on  the  floor.  Sophie 
put  her  best  jacks  ball  iffl 
■■■■■■■■      Sara's  hand  as  a  gift. 

"Well,  I  guess  just 
about  everything  has  happened  that  can," 
Lizzie  exclaimed. 

"We  still  haven't  decided  " 

"I  don't  care.  I'm  too  tired  to  think." 
"We  could  call  her  'Dearest,'  like  Little 
Lord  Fauntleroy,"  Sophie  suggested. 
Everybody  laughed  scornfully. 
Sophie  retreated  into  her  own  thoughts. 
Calling  Miss  Garretson  Dearest  would  have 
appealed  to  her  sense  of  drama,  and  she  had; 
a  feeling  it  would  have  appealed  to  Miss? 
Garretson  too.  It  would  be  strange  having 
Miss  Garretson  live  here. 

Bert  came  in  the  back  door.  There  was  ar. 
expression  on  his  face  that  reminded  Sophit 
of  the  way  Willie  looked  when  he  was  tryinj 
not  to  cry.  "Well,  girls,  are  the  funeral  meat 
prepared?" 

"Bert,  you've  got  to  help  us.  We  can't  de 
cide  what  to  call  her." 

"Just  so  you  call  her  early  in  the  morning,' 
Bert  said.  He  winked  at  Sophie. 

"I  wonder  if  we'll  have  another  b-a-b-y.' 
Josie  stared  owlishly  at  them  through  hei 
spectacles. 

"What  does  that  spell?"  Sara  demanded 
"Little  pitchers  have  big  ears,"  Bert  said 
He  looked  hard  at  Josie  and  Josie's  eyes  fell 
her  face  growing  red. 

Sara  jumped  up  and  down.  "What  does 
that  spell?" 

"It  spells  candy,"  Bert  said.  I le  was  red ir 
the  face  too.  Lizzie  and  Ella  May  collapsec 
against  each  other,  holding  their  hands  ovei 
their  crimson  faces. 

"Why,  it  does  not,"  Sophie  began.  Shi 
caught  Bert's  eyes.  He  took  a  nickel  out  of  hi 
pocket  and  flipped  it  through  the  air  towart 
her.  She  caught  it  expertly.  "Well,  maybe  i 
does  sometimes,"  she  conceded. 
"  It's  time  to  dress,"  Lizzie  said. 
Something  hard  and  sharp  rose  in  Sophie': 
chest.  It  hurt.  She  slipped  unnoticed  throng) 
the  screen  door  and  into  the  yard.  Willie  fol 
lowed  her,  a  devoted  little  shadow.  When  shi 
discovered  him  it  was  too  late  to  send  bin 
back.  She  t<<ok  Ins  hand  and  ran  with  him  t< 

the  place  in  the  far  end  of  the  yard  where  th> 

(ConHnutd  on  /'«*<•  ill) 


LADiES  HOME  JOURNAL  143 

For  every  woman  who  leads  a  double  life . . . 


NERGETIC  YOU!  Doing  dishes,  sudsing  dollies,  chasing  dust  and  grime.  Every  ENTRANCING  YOU !  You  want  to  look  your  loveliest  for  memory-making  moments, 
ay  your  capable  hands  are  busy  with  soap-and-water  tasks.  But  you  don't  want  Want  your  hands  smooth — not  coarse  and  chapped.  That's  why  Trushay— the  "b<  ifore- 
housework"  hands — all  red  and  rough — for  there's  another  side  to  your  life,  as  well.       hand"  lotion — is  a  must  for  you.  Read  how  it  guards  your  hands  while  you  work! 


. . .  the  "beforehand"  lotion . . .  guards  your  hands 
even  in  hot,  soapy  water! 


Velvety  trushay— beauty  born  for  you !  You— and  every 
woman  whose  hands  are  in  and  out — in  and  out — of 
hot,  soapy  water! 

Fragrant,  fabulous  Trushay — such  a  new  and  different 
idea  in  hand  care! 

A  lotion  so  oil-rich  you  apply  it  BEFORE  doing  dishes, 
light  laundry,  other  soap-and-water  jobs — and  it  guards 
your  hands  right  in  the  hot,  soapy  water!  Actually  helps 
nrevent  its  drying,  chapping  damage.  Softens  your  hands 
— preserving  their  smoothness  while  you  work! 


So  don't  let  daily  chores  spoil  your  hands  for  special  mo- 
ments. Adopt  Trushay's  "beforehand"  care  today. 

And  remember,  Trushay  leads  a  double  life,  too!  It's 
marvelous  "beforehand" — and  it's  a  wonderful  lotion  to 
use  any  time.  Keep  a  bottle  on  your  dressing  table,  as 
well  as  in  your  kitchen. 

Use  Trushay  as  a  quick  skin  softener,  a  luxurious  body 
rub,  a  flattering  powder  base.  Just  a  few  creamy  drops 
make  your  skin  feel  like  satin!  So,  begin  today  to  use 
Trushay! 


TRUSHAY 

THE 
"BEFOREHAND" 
LOTION 


A  PRODUCT  OF  BRISTOL-MYERS 


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The  thrill  of  Roses, 
spiced  with  excitement 
speaking  of  love  . . . 


the  fragrance  of 


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big  elderberry  bush  made  a  secret  cave.  She 
and  Willie  wriggled  on  their  stomachs  to  the 
back  of  the  cave  where  it  was  dark  and  cool. 

Nobody  else  knew  of  the  cave.  Sophie  flat- 
tened herself  tight  against  the  boards  of  the 
fence.  Willie  sat  close  beside  her. 

Voices  began  to  call  them.  Sophie  put  her 
finger  to  her  lips.  Willie's  eyes  twinkled.  In  a 
burst  of  love  Sophie  slipped  the  nickel  inside 
his  moist  little  palm. 

The  voices  grew  loud  and  angry.  The  two 
conspirators  stayed  quiet,  holding  their 
breaths.  Finally  the  voices  stopped. 

After  a  long  time,  Sophie  wondered  if  Miss 
Garretson  had  arrived.  She  felt  a  pang  of 
regret  that  she  could  not  be  there  to  witness 
the  excitement. 

Willie  looked  up  at  her  wonderingly,  and 
then  he  reached  out  and  patted  her  face. 

She  clutched  his  hand.  It  was  empty. 
"What  did  you  do  with  the  nickel,  honey?" 
she  asked. 

Willie  pointed  to  his  opened  mouth. 

"You  didn't  swallow  it,  did  you,  Willie?" 

Willie  nodded. 

"Don't  be  afraid,"  Sophie  said  quickly. 
"Sister  will  fix  it." 

She  scrambled  with  him  out  into  the  open. 
She  picked  him  up  in  her  arms  and  started 
with  him  toward  the  house.  Her  body 
strained  and  her  breath  grew  short  with  ex- 
ertion, but  she  did  not  put  him  down. 

The  back  of  the  house  was  deserted.  She 
placed  him  carefully  in  the  kitchen  rocker, 
arranging  a  cushion  behind  his  head.  He 
stayed  exactly  where  she  put  him,  like  a  doll. 

Sophie  said,  "You  wait  right  here,  honey. 
You  wait  here  until  sister  comes  back." 

She  darted  through  the  back  hall  and  to- 
ward the  parlor,  where  she  heard  the  sound  of 
voices.  She  burst  into  the  room  and  stopped 
short  at  the  doorway.  She  had  forgotten  Miss 
Garretson.  Everyone  was  seated  in  a  stiff 
half  circle  around  the  walls.  They  turned  and 


looked  at  her  angrily.  She  was  in  her  old* 
middy  blouse  and  one  stocking  was  comil 
down  and  she  knew  she  was  bringing  1 
grace  on  the  family. 

Her  father  was  coming  toward  her  with] 
brows  drawn  together.  "Now  you  mar 
right  upstairs,  young  lady." 

Lizzie  and  Ella  May  looked  ready  tost 
through  the  floor  with  humiliation.  Ann 
with  Howard  standing  behind  her  chair,  h 
her  handkerchief  to  her  face. 

Only  Miss  Garretson  remained  und 
turbed.  Miss  Garretson  was  dressed  as 
bride  should  be  dressed.  But  she  did  not  la 
stuck-up  or  disdainful,  and  as  her  eyes  ml 
Sophie's  she  smiled. 

Unerringly,  Sophie  avoided  her  fatht 
hand  and  went  straight  to  Miss  Garretsq 
Even  in  this  moment  of  crisis  Sophie  did  nl 
lose  her  sense  of  what  was  fitting.  M 
Garretson 's  elegancy  of  attire  made  it  a 
solutely  necessary  that  she  be  address 
properly.  Not  "Mamma."  Not  "M 
Garretson"  any  longer. 

A  phrase  came  into  Sophie's  mind;  she  c 
not  know  from  where.  She  extended  r, 
arms.  She  said,  "Kinswoman,  we  welcoi 
you  to  our  midst."  That  over,  panic  ov 
came  her.  "Please  come  out  to  the  kitch 
and  take  care  of  Willie.  He  swallowed  t 
nickel  and  I'm  afraid  he's  going  to  die  am 
don't  know  what  to  do."  She  dissolved  ii 
tears. 

"Why,  the  dear  little  thing,"  Henrid 
Garretson  began.  There  was  a  startled  pat 
and  then  Miss  Garretson  rose,  and  with 
wasting  words  on  questions  went  swiftly 
the  door. 

Everybody  poured  after  her,  talking 
once.  Above  it  all  their  father's  voice  could 
heard,  shouting  instructions.  "  Telephone  f 
doctor.  Keep  your  heads,  all  of  you.  In  t 
name  of  heaven  stop  gabbling  for  a  minute 
that  a  man  can  think." 

Miss  Garretson  sat  quietly,  holding  Wil 


Ask  Any  Woman 


in  m  aim  i:i.km:  n»\ 


EVERY  woman  deserves  to  have  one 
man  in  her  life  who  can  "fix  things." 

Study  period:  the  time  when  a  teen-ager 
is  changing  from  one  radio  program  to  an- 
other. 

Some  husbands  think  it  a  breach  of  the 
marriage  bond  for  a  wife  to  read  the  morn- 
ing paper  first. 

Some  women  approach  housework  as  a 
lightweight  boxer  might  approach  a  heavy- 
weight one:  expecting  to  be  licked 

Paradox:  It  takes  a  lot  of  waste  motion 
to  keep  a  woman's  figure. 

My  husband  says  I  expect  traffic  to  roll 
aside  for  me  the  way  the  Red  Sea  did  for 
the  Israelites. 

Parents  sometimes  look  upon  promises 
made  to  their  children  the  way  politicians 
do  upon  pledges. 

I  would  feel  more  assured  if  I  could  be- 
lieve that  our  son  is  just  "going  through  a 
stage";  he  rather  seems  to  be  standing  still 
in  the  middle  of  it. 

THE  TRYST 
COme I  lay  the  fire  and  v,rab  the  book, 

Forget  the  aching  head, 

The  wind's  the  tiling,  im/irore  the  mind! 
The  children  are  in  bed! 

Recipe  for  a  mother's  hot  bath:  Draw  the 
hot  water,  remove  I  he  wrap|>cr  from  the 
snap,  drop  paper  in  the  wastebasket ,  empty 
wastcbaskct.  brush  (lie  accumulated  dust 
behind  the  wastcbaskd  into  the  dustpan, 
carry  clothes  hamper  In  the  laundry  as  yon 


empty  dustpan,  fix  hinge  on  the  hampei 
gather  up  soiled  towels  into  hamper,  the 
sink  into  tepid  water. 

Where  law  begins,  parenthood  ends. 

The  ultimate  mistake  in  discipline  is  th 
ultimatum. 

A  mother  does  not  tell  the  little  "tria 
and  tribulations"  of  family  life  any  moi 
than  a  greengrocer  places  withered  fruit  9 
display. 

Whether  he  walks  or  rides,  a  child 
driven  to  music  lessons. 

A  woman  should  not  keep  young  for  h( 
husband  or  for  her  children,  but  for  hersel 

About  the  only  culinary  art  left  for  tl 
modern  bride  to  master  is  the  ability  to  g(] 
everything  hot  at  the  same  time. 

From  a  Victorian  novel:  "And  her  hus 
band  was  sitting  beside  her,  his  arm  lou 
ingly  around  her  waist  as  though  the 
weren't  married  at  all." 

From  little  girl's  diary:  "Did  not  hav 
fun  today,  we  had  too  much  arithmetic.  \\l 
usually  have  t<x>  much  arithmetic." 

When  it  comes  to  finding  something  bl 
has  lost,  my  husband  uses  me  as  h 
( ieiger  counter. 

The  problem  with  growing  daughters  I 
to  keep  them  from  becoming  t<x>  man 
mated. 

A  neighbor  says  she  doesn't  mind  servir 
a  frugal  meal  nearly  as  much  when  the  id 
Iki\  is  full  as  when  il  is  empty. 


LADIES'  HOME  JOi  RNAL 


1  45 


The  doctor  had  come  and  gone.  Godfrey 
Goodall  sank  down  in  a  chair  heavily.  He 
looked  at  his  new  wife  and  said  a  little 
grimly,  "Well,  Henrietta?" 

"Yes,"  she  said.  "Very  well,  Godfrey." 

Sophie  went  upstairs.  Without  being 
helped  she  took  a  bath  and  scrubbed  herself 
thoroughly.  She  even  washed  her  hair.  It  was 
still  dripping  down  her  back  when  she  put  on 
her  new  organdy  dress. 

There  was  an  excited  clatter  of  voices  and 
dishes  from  the  kitchen.  Sophie  tiptoed 
quietly  in  the  opposite  direction.  Miss  Gar- 
retson  was  sitting  in  the  parlor,  still  holding 
Willie  in  her  lap. 

"Is  Willie  all  right?"  Sophie  asked. 

"Willie  is  fine,"  Miss  Garretson  said. 
"Only  we  must  be  more  careful  in  the  future, 
because  he  might  have  choked,  you  see." 

Sophie  went  over  to  stand  beside  her. 

"That  was  a  lovely  name  you  called  me," 
Miss  Garretson  said.  "Kinswoman." 

"We  didn't  know  what  to  call  you." 

"Oh,"  Miss  Garretson  said.  She  said 
thoughtfully,  "Yes.  I  suppose  that  does  pro- 
pound a  problem." 

A  shivery  feeling  of  pleasure  raced  up  and 
down  Sophie's  spine. 

"How  would  'Aunt  Henrietta'  do,  do  you 
think?"  Miss  Garretson  said  presently.  "I've 
always  wanted  to  have  somebody  call  me 
Aunt  Henrietta." 

"Aunt  Henrietta."  Sophie  did  not  say  it 
quite  as  Miss  Garretson  did.  She  said  "Ant," 
while  Miss  Garretson  said  "Awnt."  Sophie 
tried  it  the  other  way.  "Awnt  Henrietta." 

She  and  Miss  Garretson  smiled  at  each 
other. 

There  was  a  tap  at  the  bedroom  door.  The 
two  girls  inside  kept  silent,  and  presently 
whoever  had  been  outside  went  away.  Lizzie 
was  doing  the  family  mending.  Ella  May  was 
brushing  her  newly  washed  hair. 

"I  wish  there  was  something  to  do." 

' '  There  always  seems  to  be  plenty  for  me  to 
do,"  Lizzie  said. 

There  was  another  tap  at  the  door.  This 
time  the  door  was  pushed  open  and  Sophie 
came  in.  She  looked  at  them  curiously.  "Aunt 
Henrietta  didn't  think  you  were  here." 

"Well,  we  are,"  Lizzie  said.  "So  go  on 
away  and  don't  bother  us." 

"We're  going  on  a  picnic.  Willie  and  Sara 
and  me.  Aunt  Henrietta  is  taking  us." 

"Wouldn't  you  know  it ! "  Lizzie  exclaimed 
bitterly.  "That's  the  way  she  gets  around 
them,  taking  them  on  picnics." 

"Do  you  want  to  go  too?  Aunt  Henrietta 
said  to  ask  you." 

"No,  we  don't,  thank  you  just  the  same." 

"Be  ye  kind  to  one  another,"  Sophie  said. 
She  closed  the  door. 

Ella  May  lay  down  on  the  bed  and  shut 
her  eyes.  She  hoped  she  looked  like  the  Lily 
Maid  of  Astolat.  "I'm  so  hot  I  could  die." 

"I'm  too  busy  to  stop  and  consider  my 
feelings,"  Lizzie  said. 

"Aunt  Henrietta  offered  to  do  the  mend- 
ing; I  heard  her,"  Ella  May  said. 

"It  hasn't  taken  her  very  long  to  try  to  run 
everything." 

"As  long  as  she's  here  we  might  as  well 
make  the  best  of  it." 

"You're  just  like  the  children ! "  Lizziesaid. 
"I'm  the  only  one  who  remembers  mamma," 
she  said. 

From  downstairs  came  the  sounds  of  ex- 
cited voices  and  laughter.  The  front  door 
slammed  and  the  house  was  quiet. 

"I  don't  see  how  papa  could!"  Ella  May 
whispered. 

"That's  the  way  men  are,"  Lizzie  said. 

The  front  doorbell  rang. 

Helma's  heavy  feet  clumped  up  the  stairs, 
paused  at  their  doorway.  "Some  women  are 
here  to  judge  Sophie's  garden." 

"Sophie  hasn't  any  garden." 

"Her  name's  down,"  Helma  said. 

"That  Sophie!"  Lizzie  said.  "I'll  have  to 
go  down  and  see  about  it,  I  suppose." 

Three  women  were  fanning  their  hot, 
flushed  faces  and  resting  in  the  coolness  of 
the  wide  front  porch. 

Lizzie  greeted  them.  "Let  me  make  you 
something  cool  to  drink.  You've  had  your 
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YYt'fj .  .  .  Equally  at  home  as  a  boudoir  or  hostess  slipper 

(some  girls  will  even  wear  it  right  up  the  aisle!)  $5.00. 
.  .  .  Everything  about  Fifi  says  "Bride".  In  shimmering  satin, 
with  a  fabulous  flower  ornament.  *7.00.  Y e&fai .  .  .  A  "little-girl" 
scuff  in  sophisticated  satin  with  shell  pink  lining.  $4.50. 
Slippers  also  come  in  blossom  pink,  heaven  blue,  royal, 
wine,  scarlet,  black.  Daniel  Green  makes  honeymoon 


slippers  for  the  groom,  too! 


114 


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The  thrill  of  Roses, 
spiced  with  excitement 
speaking  of  love  . . . 


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big  elderberry  bush  made  a  secret  cave.  She 
and  Willie  wriggled  on  their  stomachs  to  the 
back  of  the  cave  where  it  was  dark  and  cool. 

Nobody  else  knew  of  the  cave.  Sophie  flat- 
tened herself  tight  against  the  boards  of  the 
fence.  Willie  sat  close  beside  her. 

Voices  began  to  call  them.  Sophie  put  her 
finger  to  her  lips.  Willie's  eyes  twinkled.  In  a 
burst  of  love  Sophie  slipped  the  nickel  inside 
his  moist  little  palm. 

The  voices  grew  loud  and  angry.  The  two 
conspirators  stayed  quiet,  holding  their 
breaths.  Finally  the  voices  stopped. 

After  a  long  time.  Sophie  wondered  if  Miss 
Garretson  had  arrived.  She  felt  a  pang  of 
regret  that  she  could  not  be  there  to  witness 
the  excitement. 

Willie  looked  up  at  her  wonderingly,  and 
then  he  reached  out  and  patted  her  face. 

She  clutched  his  hand.  It  was  empty. 
"  What  did  you  do  with  the  nickel,  honey?" 
she  asked. 

Willie  pointed  to  his  opened  mouth. 

"You  didn't  swallow  it,  did  you,  Willie?" 

Willie  nodded. 

"Don't  be  afraid,"  Sophie  said  quickly. 
"Sister  will  fix  it." 

She  scrambled  with  him  out  into  the  open. 
She  picked  him  up  in  her  arms  and  started 
with  him  toward  the  house.  Her  body 
strained  and  her  breath  grew  short  with  ex- 
ertion, but  she  did  not  put  him  down. 

The  back  of  the  house  was  deserted.  She 
placed  him  carefully  in  the  kitchen  rocker, 
arranging  a  cushion  behind  his  head.  He 
stayed  exactly  where  she  put  him,  like  a  doll. 

Sophie  said,  "Y'ou  wait  right  here,  honey. 
You  wait  here  until  sister  comes  back." 

She  darted  through  the  back  hall  and  to- 
ward the  parlor,  where  she  heard  the  sound  of 
voices.  She  burst  into  the  room  and  stopped 
short  at  the  doorway.  She  had  forgotten  Miss 
Garretson.  Everyone  was  seated  in  a  stiff 
half  circle  around  the  walls.  They  turned  and 


looked  at  her  angrily.  She  was  in  her  oU| 
middy  blouse  and  one  stocking  was  coma 
down  and  she  knew  she  was  bringing  di 
grace  on  the  family. 

Her  father  was  coming  toward  her  witjfl 
brows  drawn  together.  "Now  you  mar 
right  upstairs,  young  lady." 

Lizzie  and  Ella  May  looked  ready  tofl 
through  the  floor  witji  humiliation.  Ann 
with  Howard  standing  behind  her  chair.l 
her  handkerchief  to  her  face. 

Only  Miss  Garretson  remained  undi 
turbed.  Miss  Garretson  was  dressed  ai 
bride  should  be  dressed.  But  she  did  not  la 
stuck-up  or  disdainful,  and  as  her  eyes  m 
Sophie's  she  smiled. 

Unerringly,  Sophie  avoided  her  fathei 
hand  and  went  straight  to  Miss  Garretso] 
Even  in  this  moment  of  crisis  Sophie  did  n| 
lose  her  sense  of  what  was  fitting.  Mi 
Garretson 's  elegancy  of  attire  made  it  a 
solutely  necessary  that  she  be  address 
properly.  Not  "Mamma."  Not  "Mi 
Garretson"  any  longer. 

A  phrase  came  into  Sophie's  mind;  shed 
not  know  from  where.  She  extended  h 
arms.  She  said,  "Kinswoman,  we  welcorj 
you  to  our  midst."  That  over,  panic  ov 
came  her.  "Please  come  out  to  the  kitch 
and  take  care  of  Willie.  He  swallowed  t 
nickel  and  I'm  afraid  he's  going  to  die  an< 
don't  know  what  to  do."  She  dissolved  ii 
tears. 

"Why,  the  dear  little  thing,"  Henri! 
Garretson  began.  There  was  a  startled  pai 
and  then  Miss  Garretson  rose,  and  with 
wasting  words  on  questions  went  swiftly  I 
the  door. 

Everybody  poured  after  her,  talking 
once.  Above  it  all  their  father's  voice  could 
heard,  shouting  instructions.  "Telephone! 
doctor.  Keep  your  heads,  all  of  you.  In  t 
name  of  heaven  stop  gabbling  for  a  minute, 
that  a  man  can  think." 

Miss  Garretson  sat  quietly,  holding  Wil 


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Ask  Any  Woman  I 


by  >i  aim  i:i.i:m:  «  ox 


EVERY  woman  deserves  to  have  one 
man  in  her  life  who  can  "fix  things." 

Study  period :  the  time  when  a  teen-ager 
is  changing  from  one  radio  program  to  an- 
other. 

Some  husbands  think  it  a  breach  of  the 
marriage  bond  for  a  wife  to  read  the  morn- 
ing paper  first. 

Some  women  approach  housework  as  a 
lightweight  boxer  might  approach  a  heavy- 
weight one:  expecting  to  be  licked 

Paradox:  It  takes  a  lot  of  waste  motion 
to  keep  a  woman's  figure. 

My  husband  says  I  expect  traffic  to  roll 
aside  for  me  the  way  the  Red  Sea  did  for 
the  Israelites. 

Parents  sometimes  look  upon  promises 
made  to  their  children  the  way  politicians 
do  upon  pledges. 

I  would  feel  more  assured  if  I  could  be- 
lieve that  our  son  is  just  "going  through  a 
stage";  he  rather  seems  to  be  standing  still 
in  the  middle  of  it. 

TIIK  TRYST 

Come!  lay  the  fire  and  grab  the  hook, 

Forget  the  aching  head. 
The  mind's  the  thing,  improve  the  mind! 

The  children  are  in  bed! 

Rcci|x:  for  a  mot  her's  hot  bath :  I  )raw  the 
hoi  water,  remove  the  wrap|>er  from  the 
soap,  drop  paper  in  the  wasl (  basket .  empty 
waslebasket.  brush  the  accumulated  dust 
behind  the  waste-basket  into  the  dustpan, 
carry  clothes  hamper  to  the  laundry  as  you 


empty  dustpan,  fix  hinge  on  the  hampei 
gather  up  soiled  towels  into  hamper,  the 
sink  into  tepid  water. 

Where  law  begins,  parenthood  ends. 

The  ultimate  mistake  in  discipline  is  th 
ultimatum. 

A  mother  does  not  tell  the  little  "tria 
and  tribulations"  of  family  life  any  mc 
than  a  greengrocer  places  withered  fruit  < 
display. 

Whether  he  walks  or  rides,  a  child 
driven  to  music  lessons. 

A  woman  should  not  keep  young  for  hi 
husband  or  for  her  children,  but  for  hersel 

About  the  only  culinary  art  left  for  tl 
modern  bride  to  master  is  the  ability  to  gt 
everything  hot  at  the  same  time. 

From  a  Victorian  novel;  "And  her  hir 
band  was  sitting  beside  her,  his  arm  to 
ingly  around  her  waist  as  though  the, 
weren't  married  at  all." 

From  little  girl's  diary:  "Did  not  ha\ 
fun  today,  we  had  trx>  much  arithmetic.  W 
usually  have  t<x>  much  arithmetic." 

When  it  comes  to  finding  something  I 
has  lost,  my  husband  uses  me  as  h 
Geiger  counter. 

The  problem  with  growing  daughters  1 
to  keep  them  from  becoming  t<x>  mar, 
mated. 

A  neighbor  says  she  doesn't  mind  servii 
a  frugal  meal  nearly  as  much  when  the  Ic 
lx>x  is  full  as  when  it  is  empty. 


LADIES'  MOM  K  JOl  UN  \1. 


1  15 


The  doctor  had  come  and  gone.  Godfrey 
Goodall  sank  down  in  a  chair  heavily.  He 
looked  at  his  new  wife  and  said  a  little 
grimly,  "Well,  Henrietta?" 

"Yes,"  she  said.  "Very  well,  Godfrey." 

Sophie  went  upstairs.  Without  being 
helped  she  took  a  bath  and  scrubbed  herself 
thoroughly.  She  even  washed  her  hair.  It  was 
still  dripping  down  her  back  when  she  put  on 
her  new  organdy  dress. 

There  was  an  excited  clatter  of  voices  and 
dishes  from  the  kitchen.  Sophie  tiptoed 
quietly  in  the  opposite  direction.  Miss  Gar- 
retson  was  sitting  in  the  parlor,  still  holding 
Willie  in  her  lap. 

"Is  Willie  all  right?"  Sophie  asked. 

"Willie  is  fine,"  Miss  Garretson  said. 
"Only  we  must  be  more  careful  in  the  future, 
because  he  might  have  choked,  you  see." 

Sophie  went  over  to  stand  beside  her. 

"That  was  a  lovely  name  you  called  me," 
Miss  Garretson  said.  "Kinswoman." 

"We  didn't  know  what  to  call  you." 

"Oh,"  Miss  Garretson  said.  She  said 
thoughtfully,  "Yes,  I  suppose  that  does  pro- 
pound a  problem." 

A  shivery  feeling  of  pleasure  raced  up  and 
down  Sophie's  spine. 

"How  would  'Aunt  Henrietta'  do.  do  you 
think?"  Miss  Garretson  said  presently.  "I've 
always  wanted  to  have  somebody  call  me 
Aunt  Henrietta." 

"Aunt  Henrietta."  Sophie  did  not  say  it 
quite  as  Miss  Garretson  did.  She  said  "Ant," 
while  Miss  Garretson  said  "Awnt."  Sophie 
tried  it  the  other  way.  "Awnt  Henrietta." 

She  and  Miss  Garretson  smiled  at  each 
other. 

There  was  a  tap  at  the  bedroom  door.  The 
two  girls  inside  kept  silent,  and  presently 
whoever  had  been  outside  went  away.  Lizzie 
was  doing  the  family  mending.  Ella  May  was 
brushing  her  newly  washed  hair. 

"I  wish  there  was  something  to  do." 

"There  always  seems  to  be  plenty  for  me  to 
do,"  Lizzie  said. 

There  was  another  tap  at  the  door.  This 
time  the  door  was  pushed  open  and  Sophie 
came  in.  She  looked  at  them  curiously.  "Aunt 
Henrietta  didn't  think  you  were  here." 

"Well,  we  are,"  Lizzie  said.  "So  go  on 
away  and  don't  bother  us." 

"We're  going  on  a  picnic.  Willie  and  Sara 
and  me.  Aunt  Henrietta  is  taking  us." 

"Wouldn't  you  know  it ! "  Lizzie  exclaimed 
bitterly.  "That's  the  way  she  gets  around 
them,  taking  them  on  picnics." 

"Do  you  want  to  go  too?  Aunt  Henrietta 
said  to  ask  you." 

"No,  we  don't,  thank  you  just  the  same." 

"Be  ye  kind  to  one  another,"  Sophie  said. 
She  closed  the  door. 

Ella  May  lay  down  on  the  bed  and  shut 
her  eyes.  She  hoped  she  looked  like  the  Lily 
Maid  of  Astolat.  "I'm  so  hot  I  could  die." 

"I'm  too  busy  to  stop  and  consider  my 
feelings,"  Lizzie  said. 

"Aunt  Henrietta  offered  to  do  the  mend- 
ing; I  heard  her,"  Ella  May  said. 

"It  hasn't  taken  her  very  long  to  try  to  run 
everything." 

"As  long  as  she's  here  we  might  as  well 
make  the  best  of  it." 

"You're  just  like  the  children ! "  Lizzie  said. 
"I'm  the  only  one  who  remembers  mamma," 
she  said. 

From  downstairs  came  the  sounds  of  ex- 
cited voices  and  laughter.  The  front  door 
slammed  and  the  house  was  quiet. 

"I  don't  see  how  papa  could!"  Ella  May 
whispered. 

"That's  the  way  men  are,"  Lizzie  said. 

The  front  doorbell  rang. 

Helma's  heavy  feet  clumped  up  the  stairs, 
paused  at  their  doorway.  "Some  women  are 
here  to  judge  Sophie's  garden." 

"Sophie  hasn't  any  garden." 

"Her  name's  down,"  Helma  said. 

"That  Sophie!"  Lizzie  said.  "I'll  have  to 
go  down  and  see  about  it,  I  suppose." 

Three  women  were  fanning  their  hot, 
flushed  faces  and  resting  in  the  coolness  of 
the  wide  front  porch. 

Lizzie  greeted  them.  "Let  me  make  you 
something  cool  to  drink.  You've  had  your 
(Continued  on  Page  147) 


W/m  .  ,  .  Equally  af  home  as  a  boudoir  or  hosiess  slipper 

(some  girls  will  even  wear  it  right  up  the  aisle!)  *5.00. 
.  .  Everything  about  Fifi  says  "Bride".  In  shimmering  satin, 
with  a  fabulous  flower  ornament.  $7.00.  V %&faf .  .  .  A  "little-girl" 
scuff  in  sophisticated  satin  with  shell  pink  lining.  $4.50. 
Slippers  also  come  in  blossom  pink,  heaven  blue,  royal, 
wine,  scarlet,  black.  Daniel  Green  makes  honeymoon 


slippers  for  the  groom,  too! 


1  16 


LADIES'  IIOMK  JOl'HN  W. 


April,  (i 


Your  wise  care  is  his  only  safeguard  against  discomfot 


CARE  T£ 


J 


You  carefully  sponge  his  tiny  body  before  he 
goes  to  bed.  The  moisture  and  lint  that  might  have 
accumulated  since  his  morning  bath  could  so  easily 
irritate  that  tender  skin.  His  skin  is  really  thinner 
than  yours— skin  studies  show  it  chafes  quicker,  is 
"injured"  more  easily.  Your  baby  trusts  you  to  keep 
his  thinner  skin  from  harm. 


You  always  find  time  to  change  him— it's  so  im- 
portant to  keep  that  tender  skin  dry  and  comfort- 
able. It's  important,  too,  to  choose  a  bathroom 
tissue  with  3  "tender  skin"  qualities.  Gentle  soft- 
ness you  know  doesn't  chafe.  Quick  absorbency  for 
truly  clean  cleansing.  And  exactly  the  right  strength 
to  resist  tearing  or  shredding. 


More  mothers  every  day  arc  finding  this  ide 
combination  of  "tender  skin"  qualities 
ScotTissue.  ScolTissue's  touch  is  "old -linen"  S( 
on  baby's  thinner  skin.  Up  to  6  months,  try  paddil 
his  diapers  with  20  or  more  sheets  of  fluffed-i 
ScotTissue.  Just  Hush  away  the  soiled  tissue.  Sav 
you  laundering  .  .  .  and  baby  will  like  it  too. 

Trnoo  Mnrku  "SflOtTlHIM,"  "Hon  KB  old  llnpn"  U<-lt.  17.  M.  Pnl.  C 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


147 


(Continued  from  Page  145) 
(ijfor  nothing.  I'm  afraid  there's  been  some 
flake.  I  don't  know  of  any  garden." 
[jsecond  woman  consulted  her  card.  "This 
Lj  'Flower  garden,  asters,  delphiniums, 
Bles'-breath  and  larkspur.'" 
IftVell ! "  Lizzie  said. 

1  ne  led  the  committee  around  the  house 
jhe  back  yard.  In  one  far  corner  was  the 
e  table  garden  which  Mr.  Goodall  planted 
n  usiastically  each  spring  and  allowed  to 
Hrt  to  nature. 
Probably  Sophie  helped  with  that," 
i  ie  said. 

ihe  women  stared  at  the  stunted  rows  of 
jjj  with  blank  faces.  "These  must  be  posi- 
i.y  the  pupil's  own  efforts.  Besides,  this 
i  specifically  a  flower  garden." 

fWait  till  I  lay  my  hands  on  that  Sophie ! " 
i  ie  said  when  she  went  back  upstairs. 

11a  May  was  dressed  in  a  cool  fresh  dress 
f/eleted  linen. 

jWhere  do  you  think  you're  going?"  Liz- 
iisked. 

I  thought  I  might  just  walk  downtown." 
(here  was  a  shrill  whistle  from  the  porch 
iter  their  window. 

There  he  is,"  Lizzie  said.  "You  won't 
ie  to  bother  taking  that  walk." 

/alter  lounged  against  the  porch  railing, 
i  lands  in  his  pockets. 

Hello,"  Ella  May  said.  "I'm  awfully 
[1  you  came  over,  Walter."  She  walked 
r  to  the  porch  swing  and  sat  down.  "I 
just  wishing  there  was  something  to  do." 
Were  you  waiting  for  me?" 
Well,  not  exactly." 

Oh,  go  on,"  he  said.  "Don't  tell  me  you 
e  just  sitting  around  with  your  hair  up 
t  way  for  nothing." 
Do  you  really  like  it,  Walter?" 
I'll  say  I  like  it."  He  moved  closer  to  her, 
eyes  disturbingly  fixed  on  hers.  He 
ghed.  His  moods  varied  so  quickly  that 
|  could  never  keep  up  with  them.  His  feet 
ying  in  rhythm,  he  held  out  his  arms  to 
.  "Dance  with  me." 
On  the  front  porch?" 

Vhy  not  on  the  front  porch?  Who 
ss?"  He  hummed  the  music:  "'Every- 
ly's  doing  it!  Doing  what?  Turkey 
)t  "' 

-aughing  breathlessly,  they  danced  up 

I  down  the  porch. 

You're  a  great  little  dancer,"  Walter 
I.  His  eyes  were  shining.  "You're  a  great 
le  kid,  do  you  know  it?" 
Oh,  Walter." 

Let's  go  somewhere.  Let's  take  a  ride  or 
lething.  I've  got  my  father's  automobile." 
'Where,  Walter?" 

Ye  gods,  what  difference  does  it  make? 
get  my  mother  to  fix  us  a  lunch  and 

II  have  a  picnic  in  the  woods.  Just  the 
)  of  us." 

losemary  came  out  on  the  porch  of  the 
lse  across  the  street. 


"Maybe  you'd  like  to  invite  Rosemary," 
Walter  grinned  at  Ella  May. 
"No,  I  wouldn't." 

"Well,  ye  gods,  do  you  want  to  go  or  don't 
you?" 

"  If  you're  sure  it  won't  be  too  much  trou- 
ble for  your  mother." 

Ella  May  went  upstairs  to  get  her  hat. 

"I'm  going  on  a  picnic  with  Walter." 

"Who  else?"  Lizzie  asked. 

"That's  all,"  Ella  May  said  casually. 
"Just  Walter  and  me." 

Kind  little  Mrs.  Norris  was  flying  breath- 
lessly about  her  kitchen.  "I'll  have  every- 
thing ready  in  just  a  minute." 
"Can't  I  help?" 

"Oh.  no,  thank  you,  dear.  Just  sit  down." 
Mrs.  Norris  sliced  bread  and  ham,  put  eggs 
on  to  boil,  cut  thick  wedges  of  chocolate 
cake.  "It's  so  good  to  be  doing  things  for 
Walter  again,"  she  said.  "He's  always  been 
a  good  son  to  me.  He  got  in  the  wrong  crowd 
for  a  while;  you  know  how  easy  it  is  for  a 
boy  to  do  a  lot  of  wild  things." 

Ella  May,  perched  on  a  kitchen  stool, 
nodded.  She  felt  adult  and  proud  to  be  Mrs. 
Norris'  confidante. 

"I'm  grateful  to  you,  Ella  May,  for  giving 
him  so  much  of  your  time,"  Mrs.  Norris 
said.  "When  he's  with  you  I  know  he's  all 
right." 

Ella  May  said  primly,  "I'm  very  fond  of 
Walter,  Mrs.  Norris." 

"I  hope  your  father  doesn't  mind  that 
Walter  seems  to  like  you  so  much." 

"Oh,  no,"  Ella  May  said. 

"Well,  I'm  glad  of  that,"  Mrs.  Norris  said. 

"Mr.  Norris  seemed  to  think  But  Mr. 

Norris  has  always  been  hard  on  Walter.  He 
thinks  Walter  should  be  working.  It  isn't 
that  Walter  doesn't  want  to  work,  it's  just 
that  he  hasn't  made  up  his  mind  yet  what 
he  wants  to  do." 

Ella  May  nodded. 

"  It's  such  a  relief  to  have  him  go  out  with 
a  nice  girl  like  you.  I  almost  feel  as  if  you 
were  my  own  daughter." 

"You  don't  have  to  worry  about  Walter, 
Mrs.  Norris,"  Ella  May  said.  She  felt  awed 
and  somehow  religious,  as  if  she  were  in 
church. 

Mrs.  Norris  packed  the  lunch  in  a  basket 
and  covered  it  with  a  white  linen  napkin. 

Walter  had  the  hood  of  the  car  up  and  was 
tinkering  with  the  insides. 

"Now,  Walter,"  Mrs.  Norris  said  anx- 
iously. "You  know  your  father  doesn't  like 
you  to  play  with  the  engine." 

"Play!"  Walter  said.  "Ye  gods!"  He 
dropped  the  hood  with  a  bang  and  swung 
himself  into  the  front  seat. 

"That  isn't  very  polite,  Walter,"  Mrs. 
Norris  said.  "You  ought  to  help  Ella  May." 

Walter  showed  signs  of  expiring.  Mrs. 
Norris  quickly  opened  the  door  for  Ella  May 
and  stowed  the  picnic  basket  inside. 

"Have  a  good  time,  children." 


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148 

Ella  May  waved  until  the  car  turned  a  cor- 
ner. When  she  could  wave  no  longer  she 
straightened  herself  in  the  seat,  glancing 
self-consciously  toward  Walter. 

He  was  leaning  forward,  his  head  turned 
sideways.  He  asked,  "Do  you  hear  that?" 

"Hear  what?" 

"Ye  gods.  That  knock." 

"I  don't  hear  anything,  Walter." 

He  glanced  at  her  impatiently  and  then 
resumed  his  intent  listening.  "There!  You 
must  be  able  to  hear  that!" 

Ella  May  listened.  "I  do  hear  sort  of  a 
clackety-clackety-clack. " 

"Not  that.  That's  one  of  the  tires.  Ye 
gods,  you  must  be  deaf.  It's  one  of  the  pis- 
tons. I  could  take  this  thing  apart  and  put 
it  back  together  again  better  than  the  guy 
who  invented  it." 

"Could  you  really,  Walter?" 

"Could  I?"  he  said.  "Wait  until  I  get  this 
thing  out  of  sight  and  you'll  see." 

He  stopped  the  car  beside  a  small  dusty 
grove  of  trees  just  outside  of  town.  Ella  May 
looked  about  her  disappointedly. 

"I  don't  call  this  a  very  nice  place." 

"What's  the  matter  with  it?  There's 
shade,  isn't  there?" 

"We  might  at  least  go  as  far  as  the  woods." 

"Ye  gods,  can't  you  understand?"  he  ex- 
claimed in  exasperation.  "This  thing  is 
about  ready  to  fall  apart.  I've  got  to  find  out 
what's  the  matter  with  it." 

He  threw  up  the  hood,  whistling  cheer- 
fully, and  began  taking  out  strange  objects 
and  laying  them  on  the  ground.  Ella  May 
watched  him  wistfully. 

"Are  you  sure  you  know  exactly  what 
you're  doing,  Walter?" 

"Of  course  I'm  sure." 

Presently  she  said  tim-  i^^H^HH 
idly,  "The  noon  whistles 
blew  a  long  time  ago,  Wal- 
ter." 

Without  raising  his  head 
he  inquired,  "What  if  they 
did?" 

"Aren't  you  hungry?" 

"Say,  that's  right,  I  am  hungry,"  he  said 
in  surprise.  "Throw  me  a  sandwich  or  some- 
thing, will  you?" 

She  had  never  seen  him  work  so  hard  over 
anything.  Everybody  said  he  was  lazy.  She 
wished  her  father  could  see  him.  Nobody 
understood  Walter. 

It  would  be  like  this  if  we  were  married,  Ella 
May  thought.  Walter  would  be  working  and 
I'd  be  looking  after  him,  seeing  that  he  got 
enough  to  eat. 

She  asked,  "Have  you  thought  what  you 
are  going  to  do,  Walter?" 

"What  do  you  mean?" 

"I  mean,  aren't  you  going  to  work,  or 
something?  " 

Work!"  he  said.  "I  am  working.  I've 
got  a  job  right  this  minute  in  Parson's  ga- 
rage." He  grinned.  "Don't  tell  anybody. 
My  mother  and  father  still  think  it's  a  dis- 
grace to  wear  overalls." 

"I  don't  suppose  you'd  always  have  to 
wear  overalls." 

"Who  cares  if  I  would  or  not?" 

"We  do  have  to  consider  our  parents' 
feelings  a  little  bit,  Walter." 

"Ye  gods,  don't  I  consider  them? "  he  pro- 
tested violently.  "I'm  back  here  in  this  hick 
town,  aren't  I?  I  let  my  mother  fuss  over  me 
and  my  father  give  me  good  advice,  and 
neither  one  of  them  knows  enough  to  come 
in  out  of  the  rain.  It's  crazy." 

"Your  mother  and  father  are  very  nice 
people,  Walter." 

"Who  said  they  weren't?"  He  cranked  the 
automobile,  and  stood  listening  to  the  engine 
for  a  minute.  A  slow  sweet  smile  came  over 
his  face.  "Listen  to  that!  Smooth  as  silk. 
'Your  father  doesn't  like  you  to  play  with 
the  engine.'"  He  imitated  his  mother's  high, 
breathless  voice. 

"They  just  don't  realize,  Walter  " 

"Listen  to  that,"  he  said.  "My  father 
won't  even  notice  the  difference." 

lie  switched  off  the  iunition  and  si  retched 
In  i'Ii-  her  on  the  i;rass.  She  held  herself 
tensely,  terribly  conscious  of  his  presence. 
Mi-  had  his  arms  under  his  head  and  he  was 
liking  at  the  sky.  His  face  was  calm  and 


^  A  good  listener  is  not  only 
^  popular  everywhere,  hut 
after  a  while  he  knows  some- 
thins-  —  WILSON  MIZNER. 


\pril, 

quiet;  he  looked  unusually  docile.  He 
her  hand  and  held  it  against  his  cheek, 
waited,  apprehensive,  and  yet  filled  wii 
yearning  tenderness. 

"Say,  this  is  all  right,  isn't  it?"  he  sail 
There  was  a  long  silence.  When  she  coi 
endure  it  no  longer,  she  stole  a  look  at 
face.  He  was  asleep. 

"Well!"  Ella  May  said,  affronted  a 
hurt.  "Just  wait  until  I  go  out  with  y 
again.  Walter  Norris."  Something  in  his f; 
softened  the  hurt.  "Well,"  she  said 
touched  his  thick  dark  hair;  he  did  not  si 
People  just  don't  know  Walter  Norris, 
thought. 

Mr.  goodall  sat  reading  his  paper  on 
porch  swing.  He  lowered  it  to  watch  the 
tomobile  which  drew  up  in  front  of  his  hou 

Ella  May  came  lightly  and  gracefully 
the  porch  steps.  "Hello,  papa."  Her  pre 
glowing  face  filled  him  with  dismay 

He  said  grimly,  "Since  when  has  it  ceai 
to  be  the  custom  for  a  young  man  to  esc 
his  companion  to  the  door  of  her  home? 

"Walter  thinks  you  don't  like  him,  pap 
After  a  pause  Ella  May  said  gently,  "\V 
ter's  very  proud." 

Speechless,  Mr.  Goodall  returned  to 
paper. 

Much  of  Mr.  Goodall's  family's  conver 
tion  was  incomprehensible  to  him.  Tonip 
at  the  supper  table,  it  seemed  even  more 
than  usual. 

"'Mistress  Mary,  quite  contrary,  H 
does  your  garden  grow?'"  Bert  appeared 
be  speaking  to  Sophie. 

"Don't  encourage  her,"  Lizzie  sa 
"She's  bad  enough  as  it  is." 

"I  wonder  if  I'll  gel 
■^■■■■■H      prize."  Sophie 

"A  prize!"  Lizzie  sai 
"  You  know  good  and  w 
you  haven't  any  garden 
"Oh,  yes,  I  have 
Sophie  said. 
jgg^^ggmmmnmg  Goodall  opened  i 

mouth  to  speak,  but  1 
new  wife  was  ahead  of  him.  "Maybe  Sop! 
thinks  she  has  a  garden." 

Mr.  Goodall  closed  his  mouth  and  star< 
at  his  wife.  This  seemed  to  him  the  strange 
statement  that  had  yet  been  made.  "Nc 
let's  get  to  the  bottom  of  this,"  he  sai 
"What  garden  are  we  talking  about? 

"Sophie  has  her  name  in  the  school  gz 
den  contest,"  Henrietta  Goodall  said.  "Tr 
morning  when  the  committee  came  to  jud 
it,  Sophie  wasn't  home,  so  nobody  km 
where  to  look  for  her  garden." 

"The  first  prize  is  five  dollars,"  Soph 
said.  "I'm  almost  sure  I'll  get  it,  because r> 
body  else  has  as  pretty  flowers  as  I  have." 
"What  is  in  your  garden,  if  one  may  ask 
"Larkspur  and  delphinium  and  babie 
breath  and  asters." 

Mr.  Goodall  looked  at  Sophie.  "I  wot 
like  to  have  a  look  at  this  garden." 

"Now?"  Sophie  said.  She  eyed  the  d< 
sert  which  Helma  was  bringing  to  the  tab 
"Now,"  Mr.  Goodall  said.  He  pushed  I 
chair  back  from  the  table.  Sophie  slid  frc 
her  place  reluctantly.  The  eyes  of  the  fami 
followed  her  in  sympathy. 

"There  it  is."  Sophie  said. 

Mr.  Goodall  looked  down.  He  saw  nothii 
but  a  board  on  which  dirt  had  been  moundi 
and  patted  so  firmly  that  the  imprint 
small  hands  was  molded  into  it. 

"Those  are  the  delphiniums,"  Sophie  sai' 

"On  that  board?" 

"The  asters  and  babies'-breath  are  ov 
there.  Aren't  those  pretty  names?" 

"Very  pretty.  Nothing  seems  to  ha> 
come  up  yet." 

"They  will  soon.  You  see,  I  planted  the 
on  boards  so  that  I  can  move  them  aroun< 
wherever  I  want  them.  That's  better  than 
plain  old  garden  that  has  to  stay  in  one  pla( 
all  the  time,  isn't  it?" 

"Hut  see  here,"  Mr.  Goodall  protest' 
feebly.  "Don't  you  realize  that  things  ha\ 
to  have  nx)ts?  " 

"Oh,  these  will  have  roots,"  Sophie  sail 
"I  take  k'xkI  care  of  them.  I  din  them 
nearly  every  day  to  kivc  them  a  chance  I 
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I.UMES-  HOME  JOl  K\  \l. 


15  I 


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breathe.  Seeds  have  to  breathe ;  that's  what 
makes  them  grow." 

"I  see,"  Mr.  Goodall  said. 

"That's  probably  why  your  corn  doesn't 
grow  very  well.  It  can't  breathe.  You  can't 
help  it."  Sophie  added  kindly. 

"Thank  you,"  Mr.  Goodall  said.  He  looked 
at  his  corn  and  wondered  what  his  father, 
who  had  been  a  farmer,  would  have  thought 
of  it.  He  asked  curiously,  "Where  did  you 
get  the  idea  of  planting  your  garden  on 
boards?" 

"Oh,  I  thought  it  up,"  Sophie  said.  "I'm 
always  thinking." 
There  was  silence. 

Then  Sophie  said,  "Can  I  go  back  now  and 
have  my  dessert,  papa?" 

"Yes,"  Mr.  Goodall  said.  "Go  along."  He 
was  already  unrolling  the  garden  hose  to 
water  his  corn. 

Mr.  Goodall  came  into  the  house  late  in 
the  afternoon  in  high  spirits.  He  tossed  Willie 
into  the  air,  and  then  Sara.  Sara  screamed 
with  laughter  and 


its  eyebrows  so  that  the  wrinkles  in  its  fore- 
head grew  deeper. 

"It's  cross-eyed!"  Sophie  exclaimed  in 
dismay. 

"Now  you  just  hush,  Sophie  Goodall!" 
It  wasn't  at  all  beautiful,  but  Sophie  liked 
it  anyhow.  "Could  I  hold  it?" 
"I  should  say  not." 

Howard's  mother  smiled  sympathetically, 
but  she  took  the  baby  away. 

"It  isn't  as  big  as  Willie  was,"  Josie  said. 

I  think  it's  lovely,"  Ella  May  said.  There 
was  something  big  and  sharp  and  sweet 
growing  inside  her. 

"I  wish  you  wouldn't  keep  calling  her  'it' 
all  the  time,"  Annie  said  fretfully,  but  she 
gave  Ella  May  a  grateful  glance.  "Her  name's 
Genevieve  Irene."  And  then  Annie  said 
faintly  that  she  guessed  they  would  all  have 
to  go  now,  as  the  doctor  had  said  especially 
she  wasn't  to  get  overtired.  This  impressed 
them  so  much  that  they  all  tiptoed  out  of 
the  room. 

On  the  way  home  Ella  May  kept  bumping 
into  one  of  them  or 


then  began  to  cry. 
Mj.  Goodall  put  her 
Sara 


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down  hastily, 
kept  on  crying. 

"Go  to  your  room 
if  you're  going  to  act 
like  a  baby." 

"She's  unusually 
high-strung,  God- 
frey," Henrietta 
Goodall  said. 
Sara  shrieked. 
Henrietta  Goodall 
said,  "  I  think  it 
might  be  a  good 
idea  to  consult  a 
d-o-c-t-o-r." 

Mr.  Goodall  wiped 
his  face  with  his  hand- 
kerchief. "What  for? 
Is  she  sick?" 
"N-e-r-v-o-u-s." 
Mr.  Goodall  sat 
down  in  a  chair.  He 
said  bitterly,  "I  have 
a  piece  of  informa- 
tion to  impart  if  any- 
one will  take  the  trou- 
ble to  listen." 

His  announcement  created  a  stir  of  ex- 
citement. 

"Is  the  circus  coming?" 
"Are  we  going  to  get  an  automobile?" 
Mr.  Goodall  said  slowly  and  acidly,  "A 
new  little  baby  has  come  to  live  at  your 
sister  Annie's  house." 
There  was  a  flat  silence. 
Mrs.  Goodall  said  quickly,  "How  lovely. 
Just  think,  a  brand-new,darling  little  baby." 

"Where  did  it  come  from?"  Sara  de- 
manded. 

"I'm  the  one  who  should  be  nervous,"  Mr. 
Goodall  said.  He  opened  his  paper  to  indicate 
that  the  discussion  was  closed. 

A  week  later  they  were  all  allowed  to  go  to 
Annie's  house  to  see  the  new  baby.  They 
dressed  in  their  best  clothes  as  if  they  were 
going  to  see  a  stranger. 

Annie  was  sitting  up  in  bed.  There  were 
fruit  and  flowers  and  a  box  of  candy  on  the 
table  beside  her. 

"Did  those  come  with  the  baby?"  Sara 
asked. 

Annie  generously  passed  the  candy  and 
told  the  children  to  take  a  piece  of  fruit 
if  they  wanted  it,  but  she  kept  her  eyes 
on  them  to  see  that  they  did  not  take  too 
much. 

"  I  feel  fine,"  Anniesaid,  though  nobody  had 
asked  her.  "Just  fine.  Howard's  mother  says 
she  has  never  seen  anybody  with  the  con- 
stitution that  I  have." 

"It's  a  shame  you  didn't  get  a  boy," 
Lizzie  said. 

"Oh,  no,"  Annie  said.  "Wait  till  you  see 
my  beautiful  little  girl.  I  wouldn't  trade  her 
for  a  boy  for  anything." 

Howard's  mother  brought  in  the  baby. 
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prune  and  it  twisted  its  mouth  and  worked 


rr 

By  Catherine  Ames  OinedinKl 

If  love  will  claim  me  wholly 
And  mark  me  for  his  own, 
I  care  not  what  gray  corridors 
Lead  down  to  crypts  of  stone. 

If  love  will  slake  and  drain  me 

Till  bitterness  is  past, 
I  will  rise  shriven  and  absolved; 
I  will  know  rest  at  last. 

I  will  go  forth,  and  blithely, 

Caparisoned  in  flame, 
Reckless  what  nearing  holocaust 
Obliterates  my  name! 


taking  wrong  turns  as 
if  she  couldn't  see 
where  she  was  go- 
ing. 

In  their  bedroom 
she  and  Lizzie  took 
off  their  best  clothes. 

"If  I  had  a  baby  I 
wouldn't  be  so  selfish 
about  it,"  Ella  May 
said.  She  had  wanted 
to  hold  the  baby 
too. 

"It's  just  like 
Annie  to  pretend  that 
she'd  rather  have  a 
girl,"Lizziesaid.  Sud- 
denly she  put  her  face 
in  her  hands  and  be- 
gan to  cry. 

Ella  May  ran 
across  the  room  and 
put  her  arms  around 
her.  "Don't  you 
care,"  she  crooned. 
Lizzie  couldn't  get 
married  because 
Henry  had  to  support 
his  mother  and  his  sis- 
ter. "You'll  be  getting  married  one  of  these 
days,"-  Ella  May  said. 

"A  likely  chance,"  Lizzie  said.  She  dried 
her  face;  it  was  red  and  mottled.  She  said 
bitterly,  "I'd  just  have  to  go  live  with  Mrs. 
Maxwell." 

"It  might  be  better  than  being  an  old 
maid,"  Ella  May  said. 

"There  are  worse  things  than  being  an  old 
maid."  Lizzie  went  out  of  the  room. 

Downstairs,  Mrs.  Goodall  was  setting 
the  table  with  the  buttercup  Haviland 
china. 

"We  never  use  that  except  on  Sundays," 
Lizzie  said.  She  began  collecting  the  china. 

A  flush  appeared  on  Mrs.  Goodall's  high 
cheekbones.  "I  think  pretty  things  can  be 
enjoyed  on  everyday  occasions  too." 

"I'll  set  the  table,"  Lizzie  said. 

Mrs.  Goodall  sighed,  but  she  went  away. 
She  sat  on  a  porch  rocker  for  a  long  time,  still 
smiling,  but  with  her  hands  held  tightly  to- 
gether. 

An  automobile  drew  up  in  front  of  the 
house,  its  horn  honking  arrogantly.  The 
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of  his  neck. 

Ella  May  came  running  out  of  the  house. 
She  hesitated,  seeing  Mrs.  Goodall,  and  then 
her  chin  lifted.  "I'm  going  out  with  Walter 
for  a  few  minutes." 

"That  will  be  nice,"  Henrietta  Goodall 
said  imperturbably.  "Perhaps  you'd  like  to 
invite  Walter  to  come  home  with  you  for 
supper." 

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again.  Ella  May's  young  face  became  proud 
and  haughty.  "Thank  you  very  much.  Per- 
sonally I  think  Walter  Norris  would  as  soon 
go  through  the  Spanish  Inquisition  as  have 
dinner  at  our  house."  She  swept  out  to  the 
waiting  car,  and  her  voice,  high  and  gay, 


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could  be  heard  admonishing  Walter  for  his 
impatience. 

"The  Spanish  Inquisition."  Mrs.  Goodall 
repeated. 

Sophie  appeared  on  the  porch  steps.  "Was 
that  Walter  Norris?" 
"Yes." 

Sophie  sat  down  on  the  top  step.  "I  just 
adore  Walter  Norris." 
"Do  you?" 

"I  guess  just  about  everybody  adores 
Walter  Norris.  except  papa."  Sophie  sighed. 
"Papa  never  seems  to  care  about  anybody 
really  interesting." 

"That  isn't  very  flattering  to  me." 

"  I  don't  mean  you."  Sophie  said.  "  I  think 
you  are  very  interesting." 

"Thank  you." 

"Will  the  doctor  bring  us  a  baby  now?" 
"No.  I  hardly  think  so.  We  have  Willie, 
you  see." 

"I'd  just  as  soon  have  a  birthday  party  as 
a  baby  anyhow."  Sophie  said. 

Henrietta  smiled.  "I  think  that  could  be 
arranged."  ■ 

Her  mission  accomplished.  Sophie's 
thoughts  wandered  far  away.  Mrs.  Goodall 
rocked  in  comfortable  silence,  broken  when 
Lizzie  came  to  the  screen  door.  "Sophie 
Goodall.  you  come  in  this  minute  and  get 
washed  for  supper." 

In  the  bathroom  Sara  was  conscientiously 
lathering  her  hands  and  arms  as  high  as  her 
elbows,  standing  on  tiptoe  over  the  wash- 
bowl. 

"Hurry  up."  Sophie  said. 

Sara  became  more  conscientious  than  ever. 

Growing  impatient.  Sophie  turned  on  the 
water  in  the  bathtub  full  force.  Then,  placing 
a  finger  against  the  side  of  the  faucet,  she 
redirected  its  flow  with  ^^^^^^^^ 
great  success.  The  water 
shot  in  a  glorious  spray  to 
the  ceiling,  cascading  over 
them  like  a  waterfall.  Sara 
screamed. 

Sophie  took  her  finger  ■■■■■M 
away  reluctantly.  "Well. 
I  told  you  to  hurry  up."  she  said  sternly. 
"That's  what  happens  when  you  don't  do 
what  you're  told." 

She  began  washing  her  own  face  and  hands. 
She  moistened  her  two  forefingers  and  drew 
them  down  the  sides  of  her  face  and  across 
her  forehead.  She  moistened  them  again  to 
outline  her  ears  and  the  front  of  her  neck. 
She  dried  herself  vigorously. 

Sara  was  watching.  "I'm  going  to  tell." 

Sophie  chanted  airily.  "  I  beg  your  pardon. 
I  grant  your  grace,  if  you  don't  shut  up.  I'll 
spit  in  your  face." 

"I'm  going  to  tell  you  said  'spit.'"  Sara 
said. 

"You'll  laugh  on  the  other  side  of  your 
face  when  Lizzie  sees  this  bathroom."  Sophie 
said  darkly.  She  opened  the  bathroom  door 
just  wide  enough  to  wriggle  her  body  through 
it. 

Bert  was  standing  in  the  hall.  He  regarded 
her  curiously.  "Come  on  down  to  my  room," 
he  said.  "I  want  you  to  do  something  forme." 

The  bathroom  door  swung  open,  and  Sara 
wriggled  past  them  and  vanished.  Bert's 
eyes  traveled  around  the  walls  and  to  the 
ceiling. 

"There  was  a  little  accident,"  Sophie  ex- 
plained. 

"I'll  say  there  was."  Bert  stood  in  the 
center  of  the  room,  looking  around,  whistling 
softly  to  himself.  He  turned  guiltily  as  Lizzie 
came  to  the  door. 

"What  in  the  world  is  going  on  here?" 

"There  was  a  little  accident."  Bert  said. 

"As  if  I  didn't  have  enough  to  do."  Lizzie 
took  a  dry  cloth  and  dabbed  at  the  walls. 
"Honestly,  I  could  just  scream." 

Bert  motioned  to  Sophie,  and  she  tip- 
tf>ed  down  the  hall  ahead  of  him.  "There's  a 
party  at  the  tennis  club  tonight,"  he  said 

"Oh,"  Sophie  said.  "Am  I  going?" 

"No,  you  aren't.  I  was  wondering  if  you 
could  be  sick  around  suppcrtime."  He  low- 
ered one  eyelid,  and  put  a  hand  in  his  trouser 
pocket,  jingling  some  coins  significantly. 

"Oh,"  Sophie  said  "How  sick?" 

"Just  sick  enough  so  that  someone  will 
have  to  9tay  home  to  take  care  of  you." 


The  pleasure  of  what  we 
enjoy  is  lost  h\  Coveting 
>re.  — ANON. 


"Lizzie?" 

"No."  Bert  said.  "Say  Aunt  Henrietta 
and  papa." 

"I'll  faint  dead  away  and  it  will  take 
hours  to  revive  me."  Sophie  said. 

"None  of  that.  Just  get  a  stomach-ache  or 
something.  Before  the  dessert,  mind,  or  no 
one  will  believe  you."  He  took  a  quarter  out 
of  his  pocket  and  put  it  on  the  table. 

Sophie  picked  it  up.  "There's  peach  short- 
cake for  dessert." 

Bert  took  out  another  quarter.  Sophie 
smiled.  There  was  a  Kewpie  doll  in  a  window 
downtown  that  she  coveted.  It  cost  fifty 
cents. 

"I'm  not  so  terribly  crazy  about  peach 
shortcake."  she  said. 

"Mind  you  do  a  good  job.  now."  Bert 
said. 

"  I  wish  I  could  ever  do  anything  exciting." 

"Some  of  us  are  just  going  to  have  a  little 
fun."  Bert  said.  "I'll  tell  you  all  about  it  in 
the  morning." 

There  was  a  festive  atmosphere  about  the 
supper  table  because  all  the  grownups  were 
attending  the  party. 

Mr.  Goodall.  wearing  white  flannels  and  a 
blue  coat,  was  in  a  frolicsome  mood.  He  pre- 
tended his  white  trousers  were  too  tight  for 
him  to  sit  in  them,  and  he  stared  in  mock 
horror  at  the  striped  blazer  Bert  was  wearing. 

"Well.  well,  well."  Mr.  Goodall  said.  He 
glanced  about  the  table.  "All  my  girls  are 
looking  very  pretty  tonight.  Am  I  escorting 
all  of  you?" 

Lizzie,  of  course,  was  going  with  Henry. 
"And  I'm  going  with  the  Norrises.  papa." 
Ella  May  said. 

"  It  seems  to  me  "  Mr.  Goodall  began, 

^^^^^^^^^  and  then  stopped.  "Well. 
^^^^^^^^m  the  Norrises  are  nice  peo- 
ple." he  said  lamely. 

Halfway  through  the 
meal  Sophie  began  to  moan 
softly. 

■■■■■■■■Ml        "What's  the  matter?" 

Mr.  Goodall  demanded. 

"  It  isn't  anything.  Just  this  old  pain  in  my 
side  again.  It  isn't  anything." 

"She'll  feel  better  after  she  has  her  des- 
sert." Lizzie  said. 

"  I  can't  eat  any  dessert."  Sophie  said.  "  If 
you'll  excuse  me  I  believe  I'd  better  lie  down 
for  a  while." 

When  the  rest  of  the  family  left  the  table 
she  was  lying  on  the  sitting-room  sofa  with 
her  eyes  closed. 

"This  came  on  very  suddenly."  Mr.  Good- 
all  said. 

Sophie  opened  her  eyes  and  smiled  at  him 
forgivingly.  "I'll  be  all  right,  papa." 

"I  can't  imagine  what  it  could  be."  Mrs. 
Goodall  said. 

"I  don't  believe  it's  anything  at  all." 
Lizzie  said. 

Instantly  Mr.  Goodall  was  positive  that  it 
was.  "Does  the  child  have  to  die  before  any- 
body will  believe  that  she's  sick?" 

"Am  I  going  to  die?" 

"Of  course  not."  he  said.  "Just  lie  quietly 
until  you  feel  better." 

"I  suppose  I'll  have  to  stay  home  with 
her."  Lizzie  said. 

"No  such  sacrifice  will  be  demanded  of 
you."  her  father  said  testily.  "Henrietta  and 
I  will  stay,  of  course." 

Lizzie  grew  very  red.  "I'm  perfectly  will- 
ing to  stay." 

"Godfrey  and  I  will  stay."  Henrietta  said 
gently.  "You  young  people  run  along  and 
have  a  good  time." 

Walter  had  rebelled  at  first  against  attend- 
ing the  tennis-club  party.  "Everybody  will  be 
there."  his  mother  had  urged.  "Ella  May 
will  expect  to  go.  I'm  sure."  He  had  been 
persuaded  to  go,  finally,  on  condition  th? 
he  be  given  exclusive  use  of  the  family  ca< 

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Once  there,  however,  he  set  out  to  enjoy 
himself  as  much  as  possible.  He  danced 
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when  Ella  May  was  claimed  by  other  part- 
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chatting  with  the  drummer. 

"Kind  of  surprised  to  see  you  here."  the 
drummer  said.  "That  your  girl?" 


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"Yeah." 

"Thought  you  were  kind  of  sweet  on  Rose- 
mary Miller." 

"Rosemary's  all  right." 

"Who's  that  over  there  waving  at  you?" 

Walter  followed  the  jerk  of  the  drummer's 
head.  "Just  my  mother."  he  said.  "She's 
always  upset." 

"I'll  bet  she  is,  at  that." 

Walter,  sighing  deeply,  answered  his 
mother's  frantic  call.  He  said  in  a  fierce 
whisper,  "What  do  you  want  to  go  wigwag- 
ging at  me  like  that  for,  making  me  con- 
spicuous?" 

His  mother  clutched  his  arm.  "You 
mustn't  go  off  and  leave  Ella  May  like  that, 
Walter." 

"She's  dancing,  ain't  she?" 

"Dance  with  some  of  the  other  girls, 
dear." 

"Listen,"  Walter  said.  "I  came,  didn't  I? 
Aren't  you  ever  going  to  learn  to  leave  me 
alone?" 

He  was  making  a  lunge  for  freedom  when 
he  felt  a  hand  on  his  arm.  "How's  about 
remembering  some  of  your  old  friends,  fel- 
lah?" 

Old  Skinny  Anderson.  Bewildered  by  this 
attention,  Walter  allowed  himself  to  be  led 
to  the  group  of  young  people  clustered  under 
the  balcony.  He  remembered  them  all,  but 
dimly.  He  received  each  proffered  hand 
limply  and  dropped  it  as  soon  as  possible. 
"How-de-do." 

Skinny's  arm  remained  about  his  shoulder. 
"Good  to  see  you  back  in  the  old  crowd, 
fellah." 

To  his  amazement,  this  appeared  to  be 
true.  The  girls  were  smiling  and  the  boys 
made  feinting  passes  at  him  with  closed  fists 
in  a  comradely  fashion. 

"About  time  you  stopped  giving  your  old 
pals  the  cold  shoulder." 

The  music  began  again.  "May  I  have  the 
pleasure  of  this  dance?"  he  mumbled  to  the 
girl  beside  him,  and  the  alacrity  of  her  re- 
sponse astounded  him. 

"I've  been  dying  for  you  to  ask  me,  Wal- 
ter," the  girl  said.  Her  name  was  Julia  Corn- 
stock,  and  he  remembered  her  as  long-legged 
and  yellow,  but  she  wasn't  bad  now. 

He  danced  with  Julia  and  then  with  an- 
other girl  and  then  another.  He  was  experi- 
enced enough  to  see  that  the  eagerness  of  the 
girls  to  dance  with  him  was  not  put  on,  and 
that  the  attitude  of  the  young  men,  half  envy- 
ing and  half  admiring,  was  in  itself  a  tribute. 

He  couldn't  account  for  it,  but  he  dis- 
covered that  popularity  was  a  heady  sensa- 
tion. He  began  to  relax,  dancing  with  a  lack 
of  restraint  and  a  polished  perfection.  It  was 
a  style  which  could  not  help  but  attract  at- 
tention. "That's  the  boy,  Walter."  "Go  to  it, 
Walter." 

He  went  to  it.  His  partners  told  him  ad- 
miringly that  he  was  the  best  dancer  in  the 
world.  He  changed  partners  quickly.  The 
party  grew  in  boisterousness. 

He  became  aware  that  his  mother  was 
once  more  wigwagging  to  him  from  the  side 
lines.  Couldn't  she  let  him  alone  for  a  min- 
ute? 

There  was  a  stir  in  another  part  of  the 
room  and  the  attention  of  his  audience  was 
divided.  One  by  one  his  followers  deserted 
him  to  join  the  swelling  crowd  in  front  of  the 
swinging  doors  leading  to  the  kitchen.  There 
was  a  rumor,  soon  verified  by  the  hysterical 
head  of  the  refreshment  committee,  that  all 
the  refreshments  had  been  stolen. 

"Well,"  Mrs.  Norris  said  to  her  husband 
later  in  the  evening,  "one  thing  sure,  this  is 
one  time  that  they  can't  blame  Walter  for 
anything." 

Walter  was  dancing  with  Ella  May.  His 
exhilaration  had  left  him  with  the  discovery 
that  the  only  real  fun  of  the  evening  had 
been  going  on  while  he  had  been  tamely  danc- 
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tender  emotion  caught  his  midriff. 

She  looked  up  and  smiled.  "Are  you  having 
a  good  time,  Walter?" 

The  tension  eased,  the  scowl  smoothed 
away.  "Yeah,  I'm  having  a  swell  time." 

"  I'm  so  glad,"  she  breathed.  "You've  been 
just  wonderful,  Walter." 

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LADIES'  HOME  IOI  RNAL 


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"Where  does  it  say  'Sanforized'?'"  Ask  that 
question,  and  SHE  that  word  on  the  label, 
and  be  safe  from  shrinkage  worries! 

Before  you  buy  a  cotton  dress, 

be  sure  the  style  will  never  shrink 
away.  Be  sure  you  see  a  "Sanfor- 
ized" trade-mark. 

Before  you  buy  a  yard  of  yard 

,  goods,  look  for  that  magic  word 
"Sanforized,"  and   save  yourself 


from  every  kind  of  shrinkage  trouble. 

Before  you  buy  your  cotton  slip, 

be  sure  it  won't  become  a  shrink- 
age problem.  Does  the  label  say 

"Sanforized"? 

Before  you  buy  children's  clothes, 

see  if  they  have  a  "Sanforized"  la- 
bel, keep  those  clothes  lilting  till 
they're  outgrown  naturally. 


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mark  "Sanforized' 


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(Continued  from  Page  153) 
ie  composed  the  verse  for  her  birth- 
itations  herself.  It  read: 

/  am  nine 

Just  on  this  date. 
Come  and  help  me 

Celebrate. 

it's  sweet,"  Mrs.  Goodall  said.  "It 

ell  too." 

sniffed. 

a  will  have  a  birthday  party  in 
ry,"  Mrs.  Goodall  said, 
y  it  won't  be  as  nice  as  mine," 
said  kindly.  "Because  it  will  be  cold, 
>bably  nobody  will  come." 
sniffed  louder. 

I  think  they  will,"  Mrs.  Goodall 
Mow,  Sara,  you  know  Sophie  is  only 

y°u"  ^ 

ybe  nobody  will  come  to  yours,  if 
;o  smart,"  Lizzie  said.  She  was  mak- 
le  crepe-paper  baskets  in  which  the 
ons  were  to  be  presented. 
;rybody's  coming,"  Sophie  said, 
reds  and  hundreds  of  people." 
adreds!  Twelve,  you  mean." 
re  than  that.  A  lot  more  than  that." 
ietta  looked  inquiringly  at  Sophie, 
e  was  the  number  on  the  list  we 
upon  I  believe." 

II,  Lucy  Anderson  wasn't  on  the  list 
;ave  me  a  nickel  to  get  on  it.  Then  a 
>ther  children  gave  me  things  too." 
;  was  a  silence.  Mrs.  Goodall  said, 
low  many  little  people  have  you  in- 
>  the  party?" 

ie  didn't  exactly  know.  "Quite  a  few. 
:  ones  who  only  paid  a  penny  aren't 
:d  to  eat  any  re- 


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and  strong."  She  was  off,  carefully  easing  the 
carriage  over  invisible  bumps  in  the  side- 
walk. 

Baby,  Lizzie  thought.  Why  doesn't  she  call 
it  by  its  name?  She  went  wearily  into  the 
house  and  up  the  stairs  to  her  bedroom.  Ella 
May  sat  by  the  window. 

"I  suppose  you've  heard  the  latest," 
Lizzie  said.  "Sophie's  invited  thirty-five 
children  to  her  party." 

"Thirty-five!"  Ella  May  giggled. 

"I  fail  to  see  what's  so  funny  about  it." 

"Oh,  well,"  Ella  May  said,  "it's  Aunt 
Henrietta's  worry,  not  ours." 

"You  seem  anxious  enough  to  turn  over 
the  welfare  of  your  own  blood  and  kin  to  a 
perfect  stranger." 

"Aunt  Henrietta  isn't  exactly  a  stranger." 
Ella  May  bent  over  her  work  and  added, 
"We'll  soon  be  getting  married  ourselves." 

"You  talk  just  like  Annie,"  Lizzie  said. 
"Maybe  you'd  go  off  and  leave  the  children 
in  the  hands  of  a  perfect  stranger,  but  I 
certainly  wouldn't." 

Ella  may  looked  up,  her  face  troubled. 
"They  do  like  her,  Lizzie.  And  she's  good  to 
them;  you'll  have  to  admit  that." 

"  You  are  privileged  to  thinkiwhatever  you 
want  to,"  Lizzie  said.  "Especially  since  it 
suits  you  so  well  tc  think  just  what  you  want 
to  think." 

Ella  May  flared  up  unexpectedly.  "If  you 
ask  me.  you're  going  out  of  your  way  to  make 
trouble."  She  ran  out  of  the  room. 

She's  so  crazy  about  Walter  Norris  she  can't 
see  her  hands  in  front  of  her  face,  Lizzie 
thought  contemptuously.  Her  own  hands 
were  trembling.  I'm  alone,  she  thought. 


► 


mts. 

certainly  can't 
lat,"  Mrs.  Goodall 
We'll  talk  about 
'ong  you  were  to 
tations  later.  Right 
'11  have  to  find  out 
>w  many  children 

ecting  to  come."  She  took  a  pencil 
per  and  probed  Sophie's  memory. 
r-fwz,"  she  said  at  the  end  of  it. 
m  sure  that's  all?" 
tty  sure." 

link  it  will  take  your  allowance  for 
weeks  to  buy  paper  for  more  in- 
ts  and  favors,"  Henrietta  said  gently, 
will  be  your  punishment.  And  you 
turn  the  money,  of  course." 
ie  did  not  mind  her  punishment, 
vay  is  much  better,  isn't  it?  Nobody 
ut." 

the  child  certainly  has  a  host  of  friends, 
ioodall  thought.  "And  you  must 
ie  baskets,"  she  said.  "One  for  each 
ho  has  been  invited,  and  9  few  extra, 
:ase." 

.as  no  punishment  either.  Sophie 
agerly  to  work.  She  even  let  Sara 

rty-five  children!"  Annie  exclaimed, 
on  the  sunny  porch  steps,  gently 
the  baby  carriage  with  her  foot.  "I 
eard  of  such  a  thing." 
x)dy  else  did  either,"  Lizzie  said 
"But  of  course  Henrietta  encourages 


Pride  is  a  weakness  in  the 
character:     it     dries  up 
laughter,    wonder,  chivalry 
and  energy.     _G.  K.  CHESTERTON. 


you  call  her  Henrietta?" 

iat  difference  does  it  make  what 


sonally.M  don't  see  how  you  stand 
nie  said.  She  regarded  Lizzie  thought- 
Hasn't  Henry  said  anything  lately 
.  .  you  know?  Sometimes  a  man  has 
ashed  a  little." 

en  I  marry  it  won't  be  because  I  had 
any  man  into  it,"  Lizzie  said. 
)aby  sneezed  and  instantly  Annie  was 
the  carriage  peering  into  it.  "Do  you 
l  she's  warm  enough?  Oh,  my  good- 
she  ever  got  sick  I  don't  know  what 

lie  used  to  sneeze  all  the  time  without 
y  going  into  fits  about  it." 
!have  to  be  going,"  Annie  said.  "  I  can 
't  my  help  isn't  welcome  around  here 
V.  Doctor  Carter  says  that  I  have  to 
'  careful  for  baby's  sake  to  get  well 


Ella  May  was  in  love. 
And  being  in  love  wasn't 
quite  as  one  had  dreamed 
it.  It  was  far  .  .  .  greater. 
Greater  in  its  moments  of 
happiness,  and  greater, 
g^gpg  too,  in  its  moments  of  un- 
happiness. 

Since  the  dance  at  the  tennis  club  her  path 
had  been  smoother.  Walter  consented  to  join 
the  social  activities  of  the  group  which  he 
had  formerly  disdained,  and  it  was  evident 
that  his  newly  acquired  popularity  pleased 
him. 

Ella  May  watched  him  proudly.  He  was 
easily  the  handsomest  of  the  young  men 
wherever  he  went.  His  assurance,  toned 
down,  became  poise;  his  manners  had  a  grave 
worldliness  when  he  chose  to  exert  them. 
There  was  a  sweetness  about  him  that 
reached  out  and  held  Ella  May  fast,  even 
when  he  was  being  his  most  difficult. 

And  he  was  trying  so  hard  to  be  good,  to 
fit  in,  to  have  people  like  him,  and  all  for  her 
sake.  I'm  the  luckiest  girl  in  the  world,  Ella 
May  said  to  herself  solemnly. 

Walter  himself  was  astonished  at  the 
strange  alchemy  taking  place  inside  him.  The 
rebellion  had  gone  out  of  him,  and  in  its 
place  had  come  soft,  sentimental  emotions 
that  made  him  wonder  sometimes  if  he  could 
be  going  crazy.  He  saw  a  net  closing  in  on 
him,  but  strangest  of  all,  though  he  saw  it,  he 
had  lost  all  will  to  escape  from  it.  Eventually, 
if  things  continued  as  they  were,  he  would 
have  to  ask  Ella  May  to  marry  him.  He  must 
either  give  her  up  very  soon,  or  resign  himself 
to  the  consequences.  Gradually,  under  the 
gentle  spell  exerted  by  Ella  May,  the  idea  of 
marriage  lost  some  of  its  terrors. 

He  astounded  his  father  one  evening  by 
asking  for  his  old  position  back  as  teller  in  the 
bank. 

"Why,  Walter!"  his  father  said.  Almost 
immediately  the  expression  of  pride  was  re- 
placed by  one  of  dismay .  "Well,  I  don't  know, 
Walter." 

Walter  said  harshly,  "Forget  it,  if  that's 
how  you  feel  about  it." 

"No,  no,  son."  Mr.  Norris  put  out  a  hand. 
"Sit  down,  and  we'll  talk  it  over.  How  does  it 
happen  that  you  want  to  come  back  to  the 
bank?" 

"It's  as  good  a  way  to  make  a  living  as 
any,  I  guess."  Walter's  expression  was  not  so 
nonchalant  as  his  words.  There  was,  in  fact, 
a  look  of  anxiety  on  his  face  that  touched 
Mr.  Norris. 


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156 

"You  know,  son,  that  the  circumstances  of 
your  leaving  were  rather  " 

"All  right,"  Walter  said.  "Let's  don't  go 
into  that.  I  just  thought  I'd  ask  you." 

Mrs.  Norris  said  imploringly,  "Father!" 

"  I  know  it  was  just  carelessness  that  other 
time."  he  cried  to  her  passionately.  "  I  found 
the  money  myself,  didn't  I?  In  a  drawer!" 
he  cried,  almost  in  tears.  "He  never  had  his 
mind  on  his  work,  mooning  around  all  the 
time  " 

"But  Walter's  changed,  father." 

"Yes,  he  has,"  Mr.  Norris  agreed.  "Are 
you  sure  you  want  to  come  back  tc  the  bank, 
son?" 

"Well,"  Walter  said,  "I  don't  want  to 
make  any  more  trouble  for  you.  There's  an- 
other job  I  could  take."  He  smiled  suddenly, 
disarmingly.  "In  Parson's  garage,"  he  said 
eagerly. 

His  mother  began  to  cry  and  he  turned 
away  from  her  to  his  father.  Maybe  somehow 
he  could  make  his  father  understand. 

"I  know  just  about  all  there  is  to  know 
about  engines.  For  two  thousand  dollars  Bob 
Parson  would  even  make  me  a  partner  in  the 
business." 

Mr.  Norris  stood  up  and  put  an  arm  about 
Walter's  shoulder.  "You  won't  have  to  do 
that,  son.  I'm  proud 


of  you  for  suggest- 
ing it,  but  you  come 
to  work  Monday 
morning  and  apply 
yourself,  and  I 
wouldn't  be  sur- 
prised to  see  your 
name  where  mine  is 
someday." 

"Oh,  Walter!" 
Mrs.  Norris  cried. 
Her  eyes  swam  with 
loving  tears. 

Instead  of  irritat- 
ing  him,  they 
touched  the  newly 
awakened  chord  of 
response  inside  him. 
He  had  a  wistful  de- 
sire for  stability,  to 
see  himself  re- 
spected. "Say, 
you'd  better  look 
out,  or  my  name  will 
be  there  before  you 
know  it."  Uncon- 
sciously he  straight- 
ened his  shoulders, 
and  Mr.  Norris, 

beaming,  exchanged  a  glance  with  his  wife. 

"You  hear  that,  mother?  Walter's  going 
to  put  me  right  on  the  shelf."  Her  tremulous 
smile  brought  a  lump  to  Mr.  Norris'  throat. 
"I've  been  thinking,"  he  said,  "that  it's 
about  time  for  Walter  to  have  an  automobile 
of  his  own." 

Walter  stared  at  his  father.  "  Do  you  mean 
it?" 

"  I  don't  see  why  not,"  Mr.  Norris  said.  "  I 
guess  it's  about  the  only  way  I'll  have  a 
chance  to  use  my  own  automobile."  . 

He  was  crushed  in  a  bear  hug.  It  was  the 
first  voluntary  demonstration  of  affection  he 
had  received  from  Walter  since  the  difficul- 
ties in  the  bank. 

"Say,  you're  all  right,"  Walter  said.  With 
an  automobile  of  his  own  waiting  for  him,  he 
could  endure  the  rest  of  life  which  he  seemed 
fated  to  endure.  "Say,  I'll  work,"  he  said. 
"I'll  make  good.  You'll  see.  I'll  make  that 
little  old  bank  sit  up  and  take  notice." 

He  turned  and  left  the  room  abruptly. 

They  stood  staring  after  him.  Mrs.  Norris 
moved  to  stand  beside  her  husband.  She  put 
her  hand  inside  his.  "Did  you  see  him?'1 
she  whispered.  "There  were  tears  in  his 
eyes ! " 

It  was  the  afternoon  of  Sophie's  party 
that  Walter  Norris  in  his  new  automobile 
drew  up  in  front  of  the  Gwdall  house.  Me 
did  not  honk.  He  left  the  automobile,  closing 
its  door  carefully  and  |x>lishmg  his  finger- 
prints from  the  handle  with  his  handkerchief, 
and  came  to  the  front  door  and  knocked. 

The  d(x»r  was  (lung  open  and  then  was  half 
closed  again.  "It  isn't  anybody;  it's  juHt 
Walter  Norris,"  Sophie  said. 


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Apr. 

The  door  was  flung  open  once  more 
time  by  Ella  May.  "Sophie  Goodall! 
came  outside,  closing  the  door  on  the  s. 
of  violent  tumult  that  were  taking, 
inside  the  house.  "Sophie  is  having  a  p; 
Ella  May  laughed  breathlessly.  "I  carl 
talk  to  you  for  a  minute.  Walter.  I  projj 
to  help." 

"  I  wanted  you  to  go  for  a  ride." 

I  can't,  this  afternoon,  Walter." 
eyes  went  past  him  and  widened.  J| 

Walter.  You've  got  it." 

"How  do  you  like  her?" 

"It's  beautiful.  Is  it  really  yours?" 

"Yep."  Urgently  he  propelled  her  n 
the  porch  steps  to  examine  its  glories. 

"It's  the  most  beautiful  automobiP 
ever  seen  in  my  life." 

"Come  on,"  he  pleaded.  "Just  takei 
around  the  block  so  you  can  see  he  | 
goes." 

"Wait  a  minute  then  until  I  tell <a 
Henrietta  and  get  my  hat." 

"Of  course,  go,  dear."  Henrietta  Cdj 
said  in  the  kitchen.  "I'll  be  able  to  ml 
I'm  sure." 

"  Where  do  you  think  you're  going? ' 
demanded  accusingly  in  the  upstairs 
"Just  aroii 
block  in  VI 
Norris'  new 
mobile.  I'll  1 
in  a  minute 

"Well, 
that,"  Lizzi 
"Doyouknc  | 
they're  doin 
Sophie's  n 
them  take  t 
the  basemen  p 
ing  up  the 
chute  whil 
stands  up 
bathroomai 
pours   wate  at 
them." 

"Aunt  HeH 
is  going  to  se 
refreshment:- JM 
Ella  May  sail 
escaped. 
It  was  a  but.; 

re 


day.  They  d 
the  counti 
Walter  stopjl 

car.   Dreami  E 
May  felt  hm 
go  around  I 
"Gosh,  but  I  love  you." 
"I  love  you,  Walter." 
"You  will  marry  me,  won't  you?'| 
Now  that  the  words  were  really  I 
she  felt  no  surprise.  "Yes.  I'll  be  I 
marry  you,  Walter." 

They  sat  hand  in  hand,  lovers,  ■ 
along  the  golden  river  of  dreams.  U 
Walter  who  first  returned  to  practical  ■ 
"When  do  you  think  I'd  better  I 
your  father?" 

"Oh,"  Ella  May  said.  "Maybft 
better  not  speak  to  him  just  yet,  Wte 
mean,  after  you've  been  a  little  left 
the  bank?" 

Walter  acceded  to  the  wisdom  of  tfl 
posal.  "  I  guess  that's  the  best  idea."! 
conscious  of  a  slight  feeling  of  reliejpl 
you  do  love  me?  You're  sure?" 
"I'm  very  very  sure,  Walter." 
"We're  engaged,"  he  said  after  Jut 
huskily,  awe  in  his  voice.  "Well,  \m 
you  know  about  that?  We're  engagi." 

It  was  far  later  than  she  had  intend*. «t 
she  returned  home.  She  Hew  into  thrtou 

ion 


wearing  her  secret  on  her  face  like  a 
The  party  had  disbanded.  The  he 
strewn  with  paper  napkins,  plates 
ware,  crumbs,  tissue-pa|>er  hats,  fi 
handkerchiefs.    Every   piece  of 
seemed  to  have  been  pushed  out  of  it 
place.  Mr.  GexxJall  st<x>d  in  the  cent 
front  parlor  surveying  the  scene  grii 
"We'll  have  things  put  to  nghi 
time,  Godfrey,"  his  wife  said  ch 
"You  just  sit  down  and  read  your  j 
The  telephone  rang.  Mr.  ( roodall  a 
it.  When  he  returned  he  looked  i 
"Mrs.  Withetow  says  not  to  worry,  ft 


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noodles.  Cook  until  noodles  are  ten- 
der.  Then  dissolve  4  tsp.  WILSON  b 
B-V  in  the  boiling  mixture.  Salt  and 
pepper  as  needed.  A  delicious  soup 
that  is  hearty  and 
nourishing.  Am- 
ple for  six. 

You  just  can't  I 
beat  a  Wilson 
Canned  Meat. 


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ALWAYS  POPS  B£TT€R 

tor  says  Dottie  only  has  a  slight  concus- 
sion." 

"She  fell  out  of  the  swing,"  Mrs.  Goodall 
said. 

"Janet  Caron's  leg  wasn't  broken  either," 
Sophie  said.  "It  was  only  sprained." 

Mr.  Goodall  sat  down. 

"Before  you  do  sit  down,"  Mrs.  Goodall 
said  tactfully,  "I'm  afraid  there's  a  little 
something  wrong  with  the  plumbing.  Up- 
stairs," she  said,  pointing. 

He  gave  her  a  searching  look  and  went  up- 
stairs. In  a  few  minutes  he  could  be  heard  at 
the  telephone  again,  seeking  a  plumber. 

The  rest  of  the  family  applied  themselves 
to  restoring  order.  Ella  May  volunteered  to 
wash  dishes  so  that  Helma  would  be  free  to 
start  supper.  "I'll  wash  and  you  dry,"  she 
said  to  Sophie. 

Sophie  reached  for  a  cup,  her  mind  far 
away.  The  cup  slipped  from  her  fingers.  With 
incredible  swiftness  she  pounced  on  it, 
rescuing  it  before  it  could  reach  the  floor. 
"It's  a  good  thing  it  didn't  break,"  she 
said  solemnly,  holding  it  up.  "  I  certainly 
wouldn't  want  anything  to  happen  to  spoil 
this  day." 

It  was  a  gray  morning;  rain  dripped  from 
the  eaves.  Lizzie  had  a  cold.  Everything  went 
wrong.  A  button  was  missing  from  her  shirt- 
waist and  her  pompadour  refused  to  go  up. 

"Honestly,  on  days  like  this  I'd  just  as 
soon  be  dead." 

Ella  May  was  still  in  bed.  "  I  like  days  like 
this." 

"Wait  until  you  have  to  teach  school  and 
you  won't  like  them  so  much." 

"I'm  never  going  to  teach  school,"  Ella 
May  said.  "Never!" 

"It  isn't  fair,"  Lizzie  said.  Her  voice  was 
very  loud. 

"What  isn't  fair?" 

"Nothing,"  Lizzie  said.  "Never  mind." 
She  was  thinking  resentfully  that  some 
people  had  everything  they  wanted  with- 
out even  trying. 

She  went  downstairs.  Mrs.  Goodall  was 
walking  back  and  forth  between  dining  room 
and  kitchen,  assisting  Helma  with  the  break- 
fast. 

"Is  your  cold  worse?"  Mrs.  Goodall  asked. 
"You  don't  look  as  if  you  felt  very  well." 

"I  feel  fine,  thank  you.  We'll  have  some 
scrambled  eggs  this  morning,  Helma." 

"Mrs.  Goodall  just  said  " 

"It's  quite  all  right,"  Henrietta  Goodall 
interposed  quickly.  "Scrambled  eggs  are  a 
very  good  idea." 

"It  means  nothing  to  me  one  way  or  the 
other,"  Lizzie  said.  "Of  course  if  you  resent 
my  help  "  She  walked  away  before  Hen- 
rietta could  reply. 

Later  in  the  week  the  weather  cleared. 
"One  of  the  coldest  Halloweens  on  record," 
Mr.  Goodall  announced. 

The  younger  children  were  dressed  in 
Halloween  costumes.  "I  have  a  false  face," 
Sophie  informed  him.  She  took  it  from  behind 
her  back  and  put  it  cn.  It  had  a  patch  over 
one  eye  and  several  teeth  missing. 

"Well,  well,"  Mr.  Goodall  said. 

"I  have  a  false  face  too,"  Sara  said.  She 
put  hers  on. 

"Well,  well,  well,"  Mr.  Goodall  said. 

"I'm  going  out,"  Sophie  said.  "I'm  going 
out  with  Josie  and  Carrie." 

"Only  part  of  the  time,"  Josie  reminded 
her. 

Josie  and  Carrie  had  not  yet  donned  their 
costumes;  they  were  to  be  secret.  They  sat 
close  together  at  the  library  table  with  their 
schoolbooks,  carrying  on  some  kind  of  con- 
stant secret  communication  with  each  other. 

"I'm  going  out  too,"  Sara  said. 

"You  certainly  are  not,"  Lizzie  said 
sharply. 

"I  am.  I  am.  Aunt  Henrietta  said  I  could." 
Sara  threw  herself  on  Ella  May,  shriek- 
ing. 

"You  see  what  happens  when  their  routine 
is  upset,"  Lizzie  said.  "Sara  will  have  night- 
mares all  night." 

"Oh,  well,"  Ella  May  said,  "it's  only  once 
a  year." 

"I'm  the  one  who  has  to  get  up  to  take  care 
of  her,"  Lizzie  said. 


VANILLA  CREAM  PIE 

MAKE  ONLY  WITH  GOLD  MEDAL  FLOUR 
Make  9-in.  Pie  Shell  (recipe  at  right) 


%  cup  sugar 
Vl  tsp.  salt 
21/;  tbsp.  cornstarch 
1  tbsp.  GOLD  MEDAL 
Flour 


tox  m  saucepan. < 


Stir  in  gradually  3  cups  milk 

Cook  over  moderate  heat,  stirring  con- 
stantly, until  mixture  thickens  and  boils. 
Boil  1  minute.  Remove  from  heat. 

Stir  at  least  1  cup 
of  the  hot  mix- 
ture slowly  into.  . .  3  egg  yolks,  slightly 
beaten 

Then  blend  into  hot  mixture  in  saucepan. 
Boil  1  minute  more,  stirring  constantly. 
Remove  from  heat. 

Blend  m  J   1  ">sp.  butter 

I   l'/a  tsp.  vanilla 

Cool,  stirring  occasionally.  Pour  into  baked 
pie  shell.  Chill  thoroughly.  Finish  with  a 
whipped  cream  topping.  Or  spread  Me- 
ringue (recipe  below)  lightly  on  pie  filling 
. . .  sealing  it  onto  edge  of  crust  to  prevent 
shrinking.  Swirl  or  pull  up  points  to  make 
it  look  decorative.  Bake  A'  to  10  minutes  in 
moderately  hot  oven  (400°)  until  delicately 
browned.  Let  cool  at  room  temperature 
away  from  drafts.  Serve  as  soon  as  cool. 

MERINGUE:  Beat  until  frothy  3  egg 
whites,  \i  tsp.  cream  of  tartar.  Gradually 
beat  in  ti  tbsp.  sugar.  Continue  beating 
until  mixture  is  stilt"  and  glossy. 


BANANA  CREAM  PIE:  Arrange  a  layer 
of  sliced  bananas  V£-in.  deep  in  the  pie 
shell  before  pouring  in  the  rilling.  (Use  3 
large  bananas.)  Garnish  whipped  cream 
or  meringue  topping  with  a  ring  of  banana 
slices. 

ALMOND  CREAM  PIE:  Use  y2  tsp 

almond  extract  for  the  vanilla.  Add  H 
cup  toasted  slivered  blanched  almonds  to 
the  cooled  filling.  Sprinkle  a  feiv  toasted 
slivered  almonds  over  the  whipped  cream 
or  meringue  topping. 

CHOCOLATE  CREAM  PIE:  Increase 
sugar  to  1^  cups.  Add  3  sq.  cut-up  un- 
sweetened chocolate  (3  oz.)  with  the  milk. 

COCONUT  CREAM  PIE:  Fold  in  cup 
moist  shredded  coconut  just  before  pour- 
ing filling  into  pie  shell.  Sprinkle  whipped 
cream  or  meringue  topping  with  cup 
shredded  coconut  (toasted  if  desired). 

9-IN.  PIE  SHELL 

Sift  together  /  cup  sifted  GOLD  MEDAL 
"Kitchen-tested"  Enriched  Elour,  *Va  tsp. 
salt.  Cut  in  with  pastry  blender  or  2  knives 
y$  cup  shortening  .  .  .  first  cutting  in  half 
of  it  until  mixture  looks  like  "meal"  .  .  . 
then  cutting  in  the  rest  until  particles  arc 
the  size  of  giant  peas.  Sprinkle  over  mix- 
ture J  tbsp.  water  .  .  .  mixing  with  fork  to 
make  dough  stay  together.  Hound  up  into 
ball.  Roll  out  011  lightly  floured  cloth- 
covered  board  l>^-in.  larger  than  inverted 
9-in.  pie  pan.  Trim  evenly.  Place  loosely 
in  pie  pan.  Fold  edge  under  or  over  to 
make  stand-up  collar.  Prick  thoroughly 
with  fork  to  prevent  puffing.  Bake  $  to  10 
minutes  in  very  hot  ocen  (475°). 

*lf  you  use  Gold  Medal  Belf-Rising  Flour  (sold 
in  purts  of  tin.'  South),  omit  salt  In  pastry  only. 


L_ 


"Betty  Crocker"  and  "Kite  fir  n-tefttrd"  are  re«.  trude  marks  ol  (ienerul  Mills 


A  secret  every  pie  maker  should  know! 


Leave  it  to  Hetty  Crocker  to  find  this  new  way  o 
making  cream  pie  lillings.  Yes,  by  cooking  only  J 
mi  miles  over  direct  heat,  perfect  fillings  can  now  be 
made  easier,  faster  than  ever  before!  This  method  in- 
sures against  runny  fillings. 

And  for  a  rich,  flaky  pie  crust,  use  Gold  Meda 
Flour  because  the  Betty  Crocker  pie  shell  recipe  above 
was  tailor-made  for  this  remarkably  uniform  Hour. 
Gold  Medal's  superb  baking  qualities  never  vary! 

Good  cooks  know  this.  That's  why  more  sacks  of 
Gold  Medal  Flour  are  bought  than  the  next  5  brands 
combined !  You  get  Betty  Crocker  recipes  and  a  silver- 
ware coupon  in  every  sack.  General  Mills 


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LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


April,  1%0 


Dream  girl,  dream  girl,  beautiful  Lustre-Creme  Girl 

Hair  that  gleams  and  glistens  from  a  Lustre-Creme  shampoo 


Tonight! . . .  Show  him  how  much  lovelier 
your  hair  can  look . . .  after  a 

Exclusive!  This  magical  secret-blend  lather  with  Lanolin! 
Exciting !  This  new  three-way  hair  loveliness  . . . 


Not  a  soap!  Not  a  liquid !  Hut 
Kay  Daumit's  cream  shampoo 
with  lanolin.  Jars:  M,  $1. 
Jars  and  tubes:  49r,  25t. 


Leaves  hair  silken  soft,  instantly  manageable 
.  .  .  first  wondrous  result  of  a  Lustre-Creme 
shampoo.  Makes  lavish,  lanolin-blessed 
lather  even  in  hardest  water.  No  more  unruly, 
soap-dulled  locks.  Leaves  hair  soft, 
obedient,  for  any  style  hair-do. 

Leaves  hair  sparkling  with  star-bright  sheen. 
No  other  shampoo  has  the  same  magic  blend 
of  secret  ingredients  plus  gentle  lanolin  to 
bring  out  every  highlight.  No  special  rinse 
needed  with  Lustre-Creme  Shampoo. 
Leaves  hair  fragrantly  clean,  free  of  loose 
dandruff.  F-'amous  hairdressers  insist  ort 
Lustre-Creme,  the  world's  leading  cream 
shampoo.  Yes,  tonight,  show  him  a  lovelier  you 
—after  a  Lustre-Creme  shampoo! 


"I  will  get  up  to  take  care  of  her,"  Mr. 
Goodall  said. 

Lizzie  turned  and  walked  stiffly  from  the 
room.  She  was  sitting  beside  the  window  in 
the  unlighted  bedroom  when  Ella  May  came 
upstairs.  "Don't  turn  on  the  light,"  she  said 
sharply. 

"I  have  to.  I  have  to  dress."  Ella  May 
pulled  the  light  cord. 

She  slipped  from  her  everyday  shirtwaist 
and  skirt  and  put  on  a  flowered  kimono. 
Lizzie  was  still  sitting  in  the  same  position. 

"Papa  didn't  mean  anything,"  Ella  May 
said. 

"I'm  finished,"  Lizzie  said.  "I  am  ab- 
solutely through." 
"Poor  Lizzie." 

"He  laughs  best  who  laughs  last,"  Lizzie 
said. 

"I  wish  I  had  some  silk  stockings." 
"Well,"  Lizzie  said,  "we  are  flying  high 
these  days,  I  must  say." 
"I  love  silk."  Ella 


May  gathered  a  hand- 
ful of  hair  to  the  top 
of  her  head,  studying 
the  effect.  "I'm  tired 
of  this  old  pompa- 
dour," she  said.  "I've 
a  good  notion  to  cut 
bangs." 

"You'll  just  make 
yourself  ridiculous." 

"I  don't  care,"  Ella 
May  said.  She  seized 
scissors  from  the  bu- 
reau and  recklessly 
cut  her  hair  straight 
across  her  forehead. 
"There,  how  do  you 
like  that  ?  "  she  asked . 
turning  trium- 
phantly. 

The  new  coiffure 
was  vastly  becoming. 
Even  Lizzie  could  see 
that,  and  it  seemed 
just  one  more  sign  of 
the  world's  treachery. 

"  I  think  you'll  look 
conspicuous,  that's 
what  I  think." 

Downstairs  the 
supper  bell  was  rung 
vigorously  at  the  foot 
of  the  stairs. 

"I  don't  want  any 
supper,"  Lizzie  said. 
"You  can  tell  them 
I  have  a  headache." 

"Poor  Lizzie,"  Ella 
May  said  absently ; 


"Oh,  you,"  Ella  May  said.  "You!"  Her 
voice  was  shaking.  "I'm  sick  and  tired  of  the 
way  you  act.  No  wonder  nobody  likes  vol 
Even  Henry  doesn't  like  you  very  much,  I 
guess,  or  he'd  find  a  way  to  marry  you."  " 

They  stared  at  each  other,  suddenly  aghast 
at  the  hostility  which  had  sprung  up  between 
them. 

Lizzie's  face  had  grown  very  stiff.  "It'gl 
true  and  you  might  as  well  say  it.  Everybody 
has  turned  against  me."  She  put  her  hands 
to  her  mouth.  "I  don't  know  what  to  do," 
she  said. 

"Lizzie,  we  all  love  you." 
"No,  you  don't.  No,  you  don't,  and  I  don't 
blame  you.  I'm  just  cross  old  Lizzie  and  no- 
body wants  me  around." 

"Lizzie,  it's  because  you  aren't  happy  that 
you  feel  cross." 

"What  have  I  got  to  be  happy  about? 
You  said  yourself  Henry  doesn't  care  enough) 
about  me  to  worry 


★  ★★★★★★★★ 


By  Franrfs  Itodnmn 

It  is  not  heavy  grief  that  breaks  the 
heart, 

But  all  the  smaller  sorrows  that  it 
hoards. 

A  foolish  quarrel  wounds  it  with  a 
dart; 

It  is  the  target  for  uncaring  words. 
The  heart  weeps  for  the  things  it 

could  not  hold: 
The  flowers  of  love,  gone  with  an 

early  frost; 
Sifting  ashes  in  a  grate  turned 

cold; 

The  beauty  that,  pursued,  at  last 

was  lost. 
There  is  no  shield  that  it  may  yet 

devise 

Against  the  little  hurts  that  in  the 
end 

Will  have  the  quarry  where  it 

cannot  rise: 
There  is  no  courage  found  that  will 

defend. 
It  is  not  by  one  stroke  the 

vanquished  falls: 
Its  lesser  enemies  destroy  the  walls. 

★  ★★★★★★*★ 


she  was  busy  adjust- 
ing the  soft  crushed-satin  girdle  of  her  dress. 

"You  can  keep  your  poor  Lizzies  to 
yourself." 

Ella  May  looked  up.  "Isn't  Henry  taking 
you  anywhere  tonight?" 

"Because  it's  Halloween?"  Lizzie  asked. 
"I'm  not  exactly  a  child." 

"I'm  not  a  child  either,"  Ella  May  said. 
"I  should  think  you'd  want  to  go  some- 
where." 

"I  have  to  get  up  in  the  morning  to  teach 
school,  if  you  remember." 

"I  have  to  go  to  school,"  Ella  May  said. 
"I  don't  see  the  difference." 

Tie  bell  was  rung  again. 

"Go  on,"  Lizzie  said  fiercely.  "Go  on  down 
and  leave  me  alone!" 

"But  Lizzie  " 

"Go  on!"  Lizzie  almost  screamed. 

"I  don't  see  what  you're  acting  this  way 
to  me  for ! "  Ella  May  snatched  a  gauzy  scarf 
from  a  bureau  drawer  and  her  coat  from  the 
closet.  "  It's  my  room  as  much  as  yours.  If  I 
were  you  I'd  just  give  Mr.  Henry  Maxwell 
the  air."  She  crossed  the  room  with  dignity, 
ignoring  Lizzie. 

"Let  me  tell  you  something,"  Lizzie  said. 
Her  voice  did  not  sound  like  her  own.  "You 
aren't  going  to  feel  so  smart  one  of  these 
days,  and  when  it  hapixins  just  remember  I 
told  you." 

"I  rlon't  know  what  you're  talking  alxwt, 
Lizzie." 

"You'll  find  out."  Lizzie  said. 


about  whether  we're! 
ever  going  to  be  able) 
to  get  married." 

"It  isn't  his  fault. I 
You  know  how  his  I 
mother  is." 

"Yes,  I  know  howl 
his  mother  is,  and  l| 
know  how  Henry  isl 
too.  He  hasn't  any  I 
backbone.  We  aren't! 
any  nearer  to  being! 
married  than  we  were  I 
three  years  ago,  and 
Mrs.  Maxwell  is  tak- 
ing precious  good  care  I 
to  see  that  we  don't  I 
get  any  nearer  too."  I 
There  was  silence.  J 
Then  Ella  May  said  I 
softly,  "Lizzie,  Mrs. 
Maxwell  couldn't! 
stop  you  from  getting  I 
married,  could  she?"! 
Ella  May's  mind  had! 
been  darting  this  way  J 
and  that.  Shecouldn't 
bear  Lizzie's  unhap-l 
piness.  It  was  tool 
great.  But  there  must  I 
be  a  way  out.  "Why,  I 
all  you  have  to  do  is  I 
go  and  get  married," 
she  cried. 

Lizzie  had  turned 
and  was  staring  at  her. 
"  Yes,  that's  all  I  have 
to  do.  And  then  where 
am  I  ?  I'd  have  to  put 


up  with  Mrs.  Max- 
well and  Cora.  Married  women  aren't  al- 
lowed to  teach.  I'd  have  to  go  live  with  them 
and  let  Mrs.  Maxwell  run  me  the  way  she 
runs  Henry." 

"It  wouldn't  be  forever.  And  it  would  be 
better  than  nothing,  wouldn't  it?  That's 
what  I'd  do  if  it  was  Walter." 

"  I  dare  say  you  would,"  Lizzie  said  coldly. 
"Well,  it's  different  with  me.  I  have  a  right 
to  the  same  things  other  people  have  when 
they  marry.  I  have  a  right  to  a  home  of  my 
own  and  a  little  consideration.  So  kindly  keep 
your  good  advice  to  yourself  in  the  future. 
If  you  want  to  throw  away  your  life,  well  and 
good,  but  I  certainly  don't  intend  to  throw 
away  mine." 
The  room  grew  very  still. 
"All  right,"  Ella  May  said.  "All  right!" 
Her  only  feeling  was  one  of  deep  shock.  "If; 
you  think  I'm  throwing  my  life  away,  I'm 
glad,"  she  said.  "Because  I  wouldn't  feel  the 
way  you  do  for  anything  in  the  world.  When 
you  love  Bomebody,  you  don't  think  of  all  the 
other  things  you  might  like  to  have."  She 
knew  suddenly  that  this  was  true.  "You 
don't  need  to  worry  about  me  feeling  sorry 
for  you  any  longer,"  she  said.  "It's  Henry 
I'm  sorry  for."  She  walked  across  the  r<x)m, 
swept  a  handful  of  toilet  articles  into  her 
scarf,  making  a  bundle  of  them.  "After  this  I 
don't  think  ei(  her  of  us  will  care  to  r<x>m  with 
each  other."  she  said.  "I'll  move  in  with 
Sophie,  and  Sara  can  come  in  here  with  you." 

Let  lur  •,'<>,  Lizzie  thought  (o  herself  bit- 
terly. She  wailed  until  Ella  May  had  gone 


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159 


SQUIBB  ANGLE 
TOOTHBRUSH 


reaches 


hard  to 
get  at  places 


BENT  like  a  dentists 
mirror  to  reach 


more  places 


downstairs,  and  then  she  began  exchanging 
possessions  from  one  room  to  the  other. 

Never  had  Ella  May  known  herself  to  be 
so  in  the  right.  She  sat  proudly  beside  Walter 
in  the  seat  of  the  roadster,  wishing  there  were 
some  way  for  her  love  to  be  put  to  a  test. 

"Warm  enough?"  Walter  asked. 

"Oh,  yes,  Walter." 

The  streets  were  filled  with  Halloween  rev- 
elers. 

"Oh,  isn't  it  fun!"  Ella  May  exclaimed. 
"What?" 

"Oh,  I  don't  know.  Everything.  Just  to 
be  alive." 

"Not  very  much  fun  working  in  an  old 
bank." 
"Oh,  Walter." 

"I'd  do  more  than  that  for  you,"  he  said. 
"Yep,  I'd  do  just  about  anything  for  you." 

"I'd  do  anything  for  you,  too,  Walter," 
she  said  breathlessly. 

"Would  you?  I  guess  you  don't  know  what 
you're  saying." 

"I  would,  Walter."  In  her  eagerness  to  as- 
sure him  she  leaned  against  him,  causing  the 
car  to  swerve  slightly.  He  brought  it  back 
into  line  skillfully,  pulling  it  to  a  stop  under 
the  shelter  of  a  large  oak  tree. 

"What,  for  instance?"  he  asked.  "What 
would  you  do?  " 

The  question  bewildered  her.  She  faltered, 
"I  don't  know  what  you  mean,  Walter." 

"No,  I  guess  you  don't."  To  her  relief  he 
bent  over  her.  "You  baby,"  he  said.  "Sweet, 
sweet  baby."  He  kissed  her  lingeringly.  "My 
baby,"  he  said,  with  his  face  against  her 
cheek.  "I've  got  to  take  care  of  you,  haven't 
I  ?  Old  Walter's  got  to  do  a  lot  of  things  he 
didn't  know  he  could  do  just  because  you're 
such  a  sweet  baby." 

She  sensed  vaguely  that  it  was  restraint 
rather  than  ardor  which  was  his  gift  to  her. 
He  no  longer  tore  her  apart  by  the  fervency 
of  his  love-making  one  minute  and  his  indif- 
ference the  next.  He  made  love  to  her  in  so 
many  ways  now:  his  eyes  catching  and  hold- 
ing hers  in  a  room  full  of  people;  the  tele- 
phone calls  to  hear  her  voice;  taking  care  of 
her  as  he  had  said  just  now,  when  she  had 
always  been  the  one  to  take  care  of  him. 

A  lump  like  a  sob  rose  in  her  throat.  Was 
love  supposed  to  make  people  less  free?  Sup- 
pose Walter  regretted  going  back  to  the 
bank,  suppose  her  love  wasn't  enough  for 
him,  suppose  she  failed  in  some  way?  It  must 
be  right  for  Walter  to  settle  down  to  a  good 
position  in  the  bank.  People  had  to  settle 
down.  It  was  part  of  growing  up;  it  wasn't  al- 
ways comfortable,  but  it  had  to  be  done. 
Unconsciously,  she  sighed. 

"What's  the  matter?"  Walter  raised  his 
head  to  look  at  her;  a  few  weeks  before  he 
would  not  have  noticed.  "Anything  wrong? " 

"I'm  just  happy." 

"  It  doesn't  take  much  to  make  you  happy." 
His  brows  were  drawn  together,  but  in 
thought  rather  than  anger.  "Just  as  well,  I 
guess."  He  grinned  at  her,  the  grin  that 
never  failed  to  tear  at  her  heart.  "Okay,"  he 
said.  "If  you're  happy,  I'm  happy." 

He  made  himself  comfortable,  stretched 
out  in  the  seat  and  relaxed,  with  his  head  on 
her  shoulder.  She  knew  that  he  had  spoken 
the  truth,  and  that  for  the  moment,  at  least, 
he  was  happy. 

He  removed  the  glove  from  her  left  hand 
and  played  with  it  lazily,  marveling  at  its 
slenderness  against  his,  kissing  the  fingers. 

"We'll  have  to  get  a  ring  for  this  one." 

"I  don't  need  a  ring." 

"What,  no  wedding  ring?" 

"You  knew  very  well  what  I  meant.  I 
meant  an  engagement  ring." 

"You  surprise  me  every  once  in  a  which 
though,"  he  said. 

"How  do  I?" 

"Well,  the  way  you  kiss  me.  Um-m-m-m. 
Nice!" 

"Walter!  People  don't  talk  about  those 
things." 

"So  let's  talk  about  them." 

She  asked  shyly,  "Do  you  really  like  the 
way  I  .  .  .  you  know?" 

"The  way  you  what?" 

"Well,  the  way  I  kiss  you,  then." 
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| Yontinued  from  Page  159) 
U  I  do."  He  drew  her  head  down, 
a'l  see.  How  do  you  like  it?" 
,;<e  it." 

Ren  kissed  before?  By  somebody 
ei?" 

;'  ione  of  your  business." 

y ,  it  is.  As  your  husband-to-be,  I 

Ci  business." 

a -to-be.  Could  it  really  be  true 
ii  these  days  she  would  be  married 
i 

111,  not  really." 

E  this,  you  mean?" 

|:e  that.  "What  about  you? " 

It  sed  thousands  of  girls."  When  she 

I  drawn  away,  he  held  her.  "But 

is  for  me,  either,"  he  whispered, 

u  inst  hers. 

Id  himself  presently  to  say  that  he 
[,hey  had  better  go  to  the  party, 
i  you  what,"  she  said  suddenly, 
[j  the  old  party.  Let's  go  to  Dance- 
lid."  She  felt  excited  and  daring. 
mev  been  to  Danceland ;  her  father 
jjpprove.  But  she  thought  it  would 
Iter. 

(id  not  look  so  pleased  as  she  had 
I  How  come  you  want  to  go  there  ? ' ' 
thought  it  would  be  fun." 

t  a  dance  hall.  You'd  have  a  bet- 
e  the  party.  What  gave  you  the 
■jted  to  go  to  Danceland?  " 

/ou?" 

;  rticularly." 

ne  on,  let's  go,"  she  said,  not  be- 
i.  "I'm  tired  of  going  to  the  same 

all  the  time."   

if  you're 
I—"  he  began. 
Sny  goodness," 
laid,  "I'mbegin- 
Ink  there's  some 
L  can't  explain 
jdon't  want  to  BBi^H 
p  Danceland." 

there  is,"  he  said.  "So  don't  say 
irn  you." 

id  danced  several  dances  in  the 
hall  when  Ella  May  exclaimed, 
xe's  Rosemary  Miller!" 
hrugged.  Rosemary  was  standing 
ip  of  people,  talking  and  laughing, 
half  wished  that  Walter  would 
ning  them.  But  Walter  didn't.  He 
lldn't  stand  the  crowd  Rosemary 
nd  with. 

u  know  them,  Walter?" 

bed  shortly  and  said  he  knew 

ight. 

ry  did  not  so  much  as  turn  her 
ley  danced  by.  It  was  easy  to  see 
e  men  were  admiring  her,  and  that 
d  their  admiration, 
ind  wasn't  so  exciting  a»-she  had 
It  was  just  an  ordinary  dance 
a  lot  of  people  dancing  around  in 
-y  way. 

iced  past  Rosemary  again.  This 
looked  directly  at  Walter,  not 
^lla  May  at  all,  though  Ella  May 
here  was  something  in  that  look 
:  Ella  May  feel  young,  and  not  so 
as  she  had  been. 

idn't  even  speak  to  us!"  Ella  May 

said  he  didn't  care  what  Rosemary 
that  he  was  an  old  engaged  man. 
d  down  at  Ella  May,  and  her  conn- 
red  back  into  her.  , 

d  Mrs.  Norris  came  to  call  one 
Mr.  Goodall,  answering  the  door- 
at  a  loss  when  he  first  beheld  his 
,  formally  dressed,  standing  on  the 

in.  Come  in,"  he  cried  heartily, 
the  door  wide. 

ere  just  making  a  round  of  calls," 
is  explained. 

said  we  mustn't  neglect  our  nearest 
!"  Mrs.  Norris  cried.  "Just  he- 
re so  close!"  She  seemed  excited 
nething. 

>rris,  on  the  other  hand,  was  ill  at 
low,  mother,"  he  said  apprehen- 


161 

"No.  father."  she  said.  She  sat  on  the 
edge  of  her  chair.  She  was  a  fragile,  birdlike 
little  woman.  "I've  said  I  was  going  to  say 
it  and  I  am.  We've  been  neighbors  for  a  long 
time;  surely  we  can  be  frank  with  each  other. 
We've  been  through  sorrow  together — and 
happiness  too,"  she  interrupted  herself  to 
say  quickly,  smiling  now  at  Henrietta 
Goodall.  "And  so  that's  why  we  thought  it 
was  only  right  that  we  should  come  here 
tonight  to  thank  you — to  thank  you  for 
your  kindness  and  understanding." 

Mr.  Goodall.  more  uncomfortable  than  he 
had  ever  been  in  his  life,  said,  "Nothing  to 
thank  us  for,  I'm  sure." 

"Oh,  but  there  is,"  Mrs.  Norris  cried 
earnestly.  "We're  going  to  be  quite  frank 
with  you  if  we  may.  Father  and  I  don't  pre- 
tend that  Walter  hasn't  given  us  worry  in 
the  past,  but  now  that  he  has  found  himself 
and  is  doing  so  splendidly  in  the  bank,  we 
feel  that  we  have  every  right  to  be  proud  of 
him.  That's  why  we  can't  help  feeling  that 
we  owe  a  great  debt  of  gratitude  to  our — 
our  friends  who  believed  in  Walter,  even 
when  "  She  faltered,  and  put  her  hand- 
kerchief to  her  eyes. 

Mr.  Goodall  cleared  his  throat  awkwardly. 
He  could  not  remember  exerting  any  par- 
ticular influence  over  Walter. 

"  I  don't  want  to  embarrass  you,"  she  con- 
tinued, though  she  certainly  was  embarrass- 
ing him.  "Naturally,  it's  too  soon  to  say  any- 
thing definite.  Walter  has  to  prove  himself 
first.  But  if  anything  should  come  of  it— this 
friendship,  I  mean,  this  very  lovely  friend- 

  ship — well,  father  and  I 

^■^^^■B      want  to  say  that  nothing 
would  please  us  more." 

Mr.  Goodall,  dazed,  felt 
as  if  he  were  being  slowly 
immersed  in  asweet,  sticky 
substance. 

■■■■■m  "We  would  be  proud 
and  honored,"  Mrs.  Norris 
said.  "That's  what  we  came  to  say.  We 
aren't  pleading  Walter's  case  for  him,  of 
course.  Walter  will  have  to  do  that  for  him- 
self. But  it's  plain  to  see  how  he  feels  about 
Ella  May,  and  no  wonder.  Ella  May  is  a  dear, 
sweet  girl." 

Mr.  Goodall,  feeling  that  things  had  gone 
far  enough,  would  have  spoken. 

"No.  Just  let  me  say  this.  We  fully  ap- 
preciate what  we  are  asking  when  we  ask 
that  Walter  be  given  a  chance.  And  that's 
all  we  are  asking,  'a  chance,  because  even 
though  Walter  is  our  only  son,  we  wouldn't 
ask  for  anything,  ever,  that  would  endanger 
Ella  May's  happiness.  Her  happiness  comes 
first.  So  you  see,"  Mrs.  Norris  said  humbly, 
"we  aren't  just  being  selfish.  We  want  you  to 
know  that  if  things  should  turn  out  as  we 
hope,  Ella  May  would  be  loved  and  cherished 
by  us  always  as  if  she  were  our  own  daugh- 
ter." 

Mr.  Goodall,  unnerved  by  this  impassioned 
plea,  tore  his  gaze  away  from  Mrs.  Norris  and 
fixed  it  on  her  husband.  This  was  a  matter  for 
men,  he  thought. 

He  hesitated,  though,  feeling  acutely  the 
vulnerability  of  his  own  position.  You 
couldn't  come  right  out  and  say  to  nice,  kind 
people  that  you  had  a  lingering  prejudice 
against  the  type  of  young  man  that  their  son 
had  always  appeared  to  be. 

"Suppose  we  let  the  young  people  work 
this  out  for  themselves,"  Mr.  Norris  sug- 
gested quietly. 

Mr.  Goodall,  grateful,  concurred  heartily. 
"Yes,  time  will  tell."  He  was  startled  to  see 
that  Mrs.  Norris  seemed  to  believe  that  they 
had  come  to  an  agreement. 

"I  certainly  did  not  give  my  consent  to  an 
engagement,"  he  protested  later  to  Henri- 
etta. 

"Well,  you  did,  in  a  way,"  she  said.  "Of 
course,  as  you  said,  the  young  people  will 
have  to  work  out  their  affairs  for  themselves. 
Ella  May  is  too  sensible  to  do  anything  fool- 
ish." 

He  stared  at  her. 

"Ella  May  won't  be  swayed  by  financial 
considerations,"  Mrs.  Goodall  said.  "She 
has  very  high  standards  of  love." 

"  But  she  can't  possibly  .  .  .  why,  she's 
only  seventeen." 


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"Eighteen,  then.  She  couldn't  possibly 
know  her  own  mind,  even  if  she  had  one. 
which  I've  seen  very  little  evidence  of  in  the 

past." 

This  time  he  intercepted  the  strange  look 
of  pity.  "I  think  you'll  find,  if  you  talk  to 
her.  that  Ella  May  knows  her  mind  very 
well.  Of  all  your  children,  she  has  the  great- 
est capacity  for  love,  and  perhaps  for  being 
hurt." 

This  was  very  high-flown  talk,  he  thought. 

"If  you  could  prepare  her  in  some  way  for 
the  fact  that  life  doesn't  always  quite  .  .  . 
come  up  to  one's  expectations."  she  said. 

He  sat  down  suddenly,  heavily.  "Are  the 
children  .  .  .  respectful  enough  to  you?"  he 
inquired  bluntly. 

"I  wasn't  speaking  of  myself  at  all,"  she 
said  quietly.  "Life  has  very  much  come  up  to 
my  expectations,  Godfrey." 

"Well,  then,"  he  said. 

"Yes,  perhaps  you're  right."  she  said. 
"We  each  have  to  learn  to  meet  life  as  it 
comes  to  us.  do  you  mean?" 

He  hadn't  been  aware  that  he  had  meant 
anything.  He  wasn't  quite  ready  to  concede 
that  a  daughter  of  seventeen — or  eighteen, 
or  even  nineteen — was  equipped  to  deal  with 
life  as  seriously  as  all  this  talk  seemed  to  in- 
dicate. Time  was  on  his  side,  he  consoled 
himself;  he  hadn't  summed  it  up  so  badly  in 
his  last  words  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Norris  after 
all. 

It  was  up  to  the  young  man  to  prove  him- 
self; everybody  was  agreed  upon  that.  Mr. 
Goodall  would  be  fair  and  give  him  the 
chance.  But  he  would  have  given  a  great  deal 
to  assert  his  rights  as  a  father  and  at  least 
have  imposed  a  limit  on  the  amount  of  time 
which  the  two  spent  in  each  other's  com- 
pany. 

And  there  was  the  yellow  roadster,  of 
which  Mr.  Goodall  thoroughly  disapproved. 
How  was  one  to  keep  track  of  one's  children 
in  these  times?  The  yellow  roadster  had  been 
slipped  over  on  him.  was  somehow  taken  for 
granted  now.  as  were  various  other  minor  in- 
fractions of  rules.  Ella  May  had  never  defied 
him,  and  yet  he  felt  a  sudden  conviction, 
born  of  something  new  in  her  manner,  that 
she  might  possibly  do  so  if  the  necessity 
arose.  She  was  as  sweet  and  gentle  as  ever; 
she  never  went  out  without  saying  where  she 
was  going — but  saying  rather  than  asking 
permission,  he  now  realized ;  that  was  part  of 
the  difference. 

She  did  not  come  right  out  and  tell  him 
that  she  was  in  love.  She  did  not  need  to,  of 
course.  She  flushed  and  sparkled  and  glowed 
with  it;  she  seemed  to  be  lighted  up  from 
within  by  a  constant  and  radiant  light.  It  was 
a  pretty  sight  to  behold.  For  the  first  time 
Ella  May  stood  out  for  him  as  an  individual 
rather  than  one  of  his  children.  He  studied 
her  secretly  and  made  a  number  of  dis- 
coveries about  her;  she  was  patient  with  the 
younger  children,  and  she  sat  and  moved 
more  quietly,  as  if  along  with  its  other  radi- 
ant qualities  love  was  also  teaching  her  self- 
control. 

If  only  it  had  been  anybody  but  Walter 
Norris. 

Struggling  to  be  fair,  he  was  forced  to  ad- 
mit that  certain  alterations  for  the  better 
were  taking  place  in  Walter  too.  He  had  less 
of  a  hang-dog  look.  He  stood  up  and  greeted 
the  older  members  of  the  household  cor- 
rectly. He  had  an  unexpectedly  firm  hand- 
shake. Discreet  inquiries  elicited  the  infor- 
mation that  he  was  doing  very  well  at  the 
bank. 

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"What  young  men!  Merciful  heavens,  we 
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"Did  we?"  Ella  May  smiled  faintly.  "I 
suppose  that  must  have  been  annoying." 

"Not  at  all.  It's  quite  natural  for  a  girl 
your  age  to  have  a  number  of  young  men  .  .  . 
ah,  seeking  her  companionship.  I  was  always 
rather  proud  of  your  popularity,  in  fact.  And 
several  of  the  young  men  struck  me  as  very 
pleasant,  very  pleasant  indeed." 

"Which  ones,  papa?" 

"Well  "  He  tried  to  remember  some 

of  their  names;  they  had  all  looked  alike. 
Walter  Norris  at  least  had  the  dubious  dis- 
tinction of  standing  out  from  the  crowd. 
"Well,  there  was  Marvin  Hunt,"  he  pro- 
duced triumphantly. 

"Marvin  Hunt!" 

Carrie  and  Josie  pressed  their  faces  to- 
gether, their  bodies  shaking.  Sara  threw  her- 
self back  in  the  chair,  as  if  she  were  going  into 
some  kind  of  fit.  Sophie  stopped  scratching 
her  ankle  in  mid-air. 

"Not  Marvin  Hunt,  papa,"  Ella  May  said 
gently. 

"What's  the  matter  with  Marvin  Hunt?" 

"Why,  he  goes  with  Laura  Simpson.  They 
go  together  all  the  time;  they're  practically 
engaged." 

"Oh,"  Mr.  Goodall  said. 

"What  is  there  that  you  particularly  like 
about  Marvin,  papa?" 

"I  don't  like  him." 

"You  said  he  was  pleasant." 

"No  doubt  he  is  pleasant." 

"I  don't  see  what's  so  pleasant  about 
him,"  Josie  said.  "Personally,  I  think  he's 
nothing  more  nor  less  than  a  sawed-off  little 
runt." 

"That's  enough!"  Mr.  Goodall  shouted. 
The  room  became  still.  "Will  all  of  you 


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kindly  go  someplace  else  and  give  me  a 
chance  to  speak  to  Ella  May  alone?" 
They  filed  out. 

"Now!"  Mr.  Goodall  said  grimly. 

Ella  May  sat  very  quietly.  "What  did  you 
want  to  speak  to  me  about,  papa?" 

"Nothing  in  particular.  Except  that — 
well,  now  that  you're  older,  it  seems  to  me  it 
might  be  a  good  idea  for  us  to  have  these 
little  talks  together  from  time  to  time." 

Ella  May  looked  apprehensive. 

"There  may  be  things  you  want  to  ask 


to 


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me.  Some  little  . 
might  have  taken 
hadn't  lost  her." 

She  said,  "You 
didn't  you,  papa?" 

"Yes,"  he  said.  "I  did.  And  I  still  do. 
Perhaps  that's  difficult  for  you  to  under- 
stand  " 

"No,  I  can  understand  all  those  things 
much  better  now,  papa." 

A  silence  fell  between  them.  Ella  May  put 
her  hand  in  his;  its  warm  confiding  pressure 
pleased  him  absurdly.  He  was  an  affectionate 
father. 

"Well,"  he  said  presently,  "this  isn't 
exactly  what  I  wanted  to  talk  to  you  about." 

To  his  amazement  she  helped  him.  "Was 
it  about  Walter  Norris,  papa?" 

"Yes,  it  was.  You've  been  seeing  a  great 
deal  of  him,  lately.  So  much  so,  in  fact,  that 
it  would  seem  that  the  young  man  is  in  love 
with  you." 

"Yes,"  she  said.  "Yes,  he  is.  Walter  is  in 
love  with  me." 

"Well,  that's  the  point.  You  see,  at  your 
age,  it  isn't  a  good  thing  to  concentrate  on 
one  person  while  you  are  still  too  young  to  be 
thinking  of  marriage." 

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course  we  are  engaged." 

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"We  would  have  told  you  sooner,  papa, 
except  that  I  know  how  you  feel  about  Wal- 
ter, and  we  thought  it  would  be  better  to 
wait  until  he  had  worked  in  the  bank  a  little 
longer." 

He  stared  downward,  wishing  he  could 
penetrate  the  future. 

She  asked,  "It  is  all  right,  isn't  it,  papa? 
You  don't  know  how  he  thinks  of  me  and 
takes  care  of  me.  Why,  he  went  back  to  the 
bank  because  of  me.  And  besides  he — he's 
just  wonderful,  papa." 

"I'm  delighted  to  hear  it,"  he  said  sin- 
cerely.   "You   understand   that   for  the 

present  " 

"Yes,  I'm  so  glad  you  don't  mind.  Be- 
cause there's  something  in  here,"  she  whis- 
pered, touching  her  chest  over  her  heart,  "as 
if  no  matter  what  happened  I'd  just  have  to 
go  on  loving  Walter  for  the  rest  of  my  life." 

The  Norrises  were  presenting  the  young 
couple  with  a  house  for  a  wedding  present. 
They  were  also  to  provide  its  furnishings,  and 
a  supplementary  income  until  the  time  when 
Walter  would  be  earning  a  larger  salary. 

Mr.  Goodall  could  not  match  these  gifts 
with  ones  of  equal  magnitude,  and  it  would 
have  been  against  his  principles  to  do  so  if  he 
could.  At  the  same  time,  he  could  not  reason- 
ably object  to  the  Norrises'  providing  for 
their  only  son  in  whatever  manner  they  saw 
fit. 

Their  pride  and  delight  in  Ella  May  was 
humbling.  They  could  not  do  enough  for  her. 
Their  attitude  took  the  ground  from  under 
Mr.  Goodall's  feet. 

Ella  May  was  the  prettiest  of  his  daugh- 
ters, but  she  had  never  seemed  particularly 
outstanding  in  any  other  way.  She  surely 
couldn't  be  the  miracle  of  beauty  and  wis- 
dom which  the  Norrises  persisted  in  regard- 
ing her. 

He  had  worried  occasionally  about  what 
seemed  to  be  a  lack  of  character  in  her.  She 
was  sweet  and  affectionate,  of  course,  two 
excellent  qualities,  though  not  the  two  most 
likely  to  insure  her  future.  Her  future,  in 
fact,  had  been  heretofore  as  nebulous  as  Ella 
May  herself.  But  now,  having  been  given  a 
brief  and  shattering  glimpse  into  his  daugh- 
ter's warm  and  reckless  heart,  Mr.  Goodall 
was  ready  to  be  grateful  to  Walter  for  virtues 
which  he  might  earlier  have  passed  over  or 
taken  for  granted. 

He  reminded  himself  that  the  boy  had  re- 
turned home  in  spite  of  the  cloud  hanging 
over  him;  he  had  faced  the  music.  He  had  re- 
sumed his  former  position.  He  had  quieted 
down;  he  was  giving  every  indication  of  wish- 
ing to  lead  a  life  of  earnest  endeavor. 

Having  capitulated,  Mr.  Goodall  did  so 
thoroughly.  He  found  himself  liking  Walter 
rather  surprisingly,  for  he  had  never  found  it 
necessary  to  like  or  dislike  the  young  men 
who  wanted  to  marry  his  daughters. 

Walter's  manner  was  neither  deferential 
nor  shy.  His  beliefs  were  not  radical;  he  had 


never  thought  very  much  about  politicl 
he  was  a  Republican,  he  supposed,  sin 
father  was.  He  did  not  believe  in  free  \ 
or  votes  for  women,  though  he  had4 
thought  much  about  these  things.  Herl 
no  wild  rebel,  Mr.  Goodall  thought;  it  \ 
seem  that  Walter's  political  views,  thorn i 
formed,  were  sound. 

It  was  one  afternoon  when  Mr.  Gq 
ventured  the  remark  that  he  was  thij 
of  purchasing  a  family  automobile  thl 
turn  came  to  be  instructed.  Walter] 
coursed  long  and  earnestly  on  the  men 
this  automobile  and  that.  Mr.  Goodal 
to  be  sure  to  test  various  and  sundry  d 
of  mechanism  before  he  bought  anythii 
was  easy  to  get  stung,  Walter  said.  Mr.O 
all,  who  hadn't  the  slightest  idea  whi 
was  supposed  to  look  for,  agreed  liumb 

"I  tell  you  what  you'd  better  do."  W 
said.  "You'd  better  let  me  give  the  end 
going-over  before  you  really  buy  anytj 
It  would  be  pretty  hard  for  them  to  put 
thing  over  on  me." 

Mr.  Goodall  realized  that  this  was  no 
bragging. 

A  few  minutes  later  he  found  himsel 
side  on  the  curbstone  peering  under  the 
hood  of  the  yellow  roadster.  He  ho] 
was  looking  intelligent. 

His  respect  for  Walter  rose  a  numt 
degrees,  as  did  his  belief  in  the  chanc 
Walter's  succeeding  in  the  bank.  A  p 
who  could  make  so  much  sense  out  o 
fretwork  of  metal  could  not  be  without 
a  high  grade  of  intelligence.  Mr.  Gc 
promised  to  submit  the  future  automob 
Walter's  inspection  before  purchasing  it 
returned  to  the  house  as  Ella  May  camij| 
of  it. 

"Don't  be  too  late,"  he  said  autoH 
ically. 

The  house  seemed  a  little  lonely.  His  (e 
and  the  younger  children  were  next  d| 
holding  one  of  the  frequent  consultalS 
which  appeared  necessary  now  that  the  « 
ding  had  been  set  for  early  spring.  Gl 
and  Josie  had  not  yet  returned  from  thfl 
hearsal  of  a  school  play. 

On  the  whole,  Mr.  Goodall  thought,  tfl 
ing  the  pages  of  his  paper  which  the  qfl* 
ness  of  the  house  was,  for  some  reason,  r|> 
ing  it  difficult  for  him  to  concentrate  u 
he  could  congratulate  himself  that  his  fai 
was  progressing  satisfactorily.  He  ha 
peaceful  feeling  of  accomplishment.  It  w 
luxury,  the  more  enjoyable  because  it  wa 
evitably  temporary. 

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"She  tosses  and  turns  all  night  when  she's 
feverish." 

"All  children  toss  and  turn  at  night." 

"It  isn't  any  of  my  affair." 

"That  reminds  me,"  he  said.  "Have  you 
quarreled  with  Ella  May?" 

"The  perfect  Ella  May?" 

"Don't  use  that  tone  about  your  sister." 

"If  you  don't  mind,  I  prefer  not  to  discuss 
it,"  Lizzie  said. 

Frowning,  he  reminded  himself  that  Lizzie 
was  twenty-five  years  old.  She  was  old 
enough  to  marry  if  she  wished,  and  he  sup- 
posed she  did;  all  girls  wanted  to  marry. 

"You'll  be  going  through  all  this  yourself 
one  of  these  days,"  he  said  ponderously. 

"All  what?" 

"All  this  fuss  and  attention  that  Ella 
May's  been  getting." 

"  I  am  quite  well  aware  that  you  think  it  is 
time  I  was  married,"  Lizzie  said.  "You  don't 
have  to  tell  me." 

"Nonsense." 

"I  prefer  not  to  discuss  it." 

Mr.  Goodall  said  sharply,  "You  had  bet- 
ter learn  to  control  that  tongue  of  yours." 

"I'm  sorry,"  Lizzie  said.  "I'm  very  very 
sorry  to  be  such  a  disappointment  to  you. 
The  truth  of  the  matter  is  that  I  only  remain 
here  because  there's  no  place  else  to  go." 

"Where  else  would  you  go  but  your  own 
home?" 

She  laughed  sarcastically,  a  laugh  that 
shocked  him.  "Annie  and  Ella  May  have 
found  homes  for  themselves;  that's  what 
you're  hinting  that  I  should  do,  isn't  it? 
Well,  I'm  sorry  not  to  oblige  you,  but  I'm 
afraid  it's  quite  out  'of  the  question.  So  I 
guess  you'll  just  have  to  put  up  with  having 
an  old-maid  daughter  around  the  house  for 
the  rest  of  your  life;  that  is,  unless  you  want 
me  to  go  somewhere  else  to  live,  a  rooming 
house  perhaps — I  could  go  to  that  one  where 
Miss  Garretson  used  to  live  before  she  came 
here.  People  would  think  it  was  funny,  of 
course,  but  that  wouldn't  matter;  I'd  be  out 
of  the  way,  at  least.  Miss  Garretson  has 
taken  my  place  so  I'm  to  take  hers;  that 
would  be  an  ideal  arrangement,  wouldn't  it? 
The  children  would  forget  all  about  mamma; 
they  could  forget  they  ever  had  a  real 
mother  " 

"That's  quite  enough,"  Mr.  Goodall  said, 
his  voice  thin  and  sharp.  "  Henrietta  has  not 
taken  your  place.  Nor  your  mother's  place. 
I'm  ashamed  of  you.  I'm  ashamed  of  you 
and  I'm  ashamed  of  myself  for  somehow  fail- 
ing in  my  duty  to  you  as  a  father." 

Lizzie  stood  perfectly  still.  Tears  of  un- 
happiness  were  flooding  her  eyes  and  pouring 
down  her  face.  She  said,  "  I  don't  blame  you 
for  being  ashamed  of  me.  I'm  ashamed  of 
myself." 

A  paralyzing  embarrassment  gripped  them 
both.  They  gazed  at  each  other  silently.  They 
did  not  know  what  to  say. 

Mr.  Goodall  patted  awkwardly  the  sag- 
ging shoulders  of  his  daughter.  "We'll  just 
forget  that  it  ever  happened." 

"I  don't  know  what  could  have  made 
me,"  Lizzie  began.  "I've  been  under  a  great 
deal  of  strain  lately.  These  headaches  .  .  . 
and  there's  been  so  much  trouble  at  school." 

"Don't  you  like  your  work?" 

"Like  it?"  She  laughed.  "I  suppose  I 
might  as  well  like  it  since  I'll  probably  be 
doing  it  the  rest  of  my  life." 

"What  about  Henry  ?  "lie  inquired  bluntly. 

"Henry?  Nobody  has  given  Henry  and 
me  a  house  or  a  million  dollars.  And  we 
aren't  the  kind  to  simply  ignore  our  other 
responsibilities." 

"Look  here,"  he  said.  "You  send  Henry 
to  me  and  we'll  see  if  something  can't  be 
worked  out.  If  you  both  want  to  be  married, 
that  is,", he  added  hastily,  for  her  body  had 
stiffened. 

"Thank  you,"  Lizzie  said.  "But  I'm 
afraid  Henry  and  I  will  just  have  to  manage 
by  ourselves,  as  we've  been  doing." 

She  went  out  of  the  room,  abandoning  him 
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marriage  he  had  known  that  the  adjustment 
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Henrietta  was  a  kind  and  considerate  com- 
panion. She  never  complained,  though  her 
position  was  not  an  easy  one.  It  would  be 
easier,  he  was  forced  to  admit,  without 
Lizzie.  But  Lizzie  was  his  daughter.  He  had 
expected,  vaguely,  that  she  would  be  glad  of 
the  opportunity  to  lead  her  own  life.  Now  it 
appeared  that  she  was  not.  Neither  was  she 
content  with  her  present  circumstances. 

Her  feeling  of  being  needed  at  home  had 
bolstered  her  self-respect.  He  knew  that  she 
was  ambitious.  She  saved  her  money;  he  was 
aware  that  she  had  a  respectable  bank  ac- 
count. He  wondered  if  her  enterprise  had 
not  defeated  itself.  For  Henry  appeared  to 
have  settled  into  the  routine  of  dividing  his 
time  between  a  dominating  mother  and  his 
avowed  sweetheart,  without  too  much  con- 
cern for  the  future. 

"Henry  progresses  slowly,"  Mr.  Goodall 
said  aloud  to  the  empty  room. 

For  Ella  May,  at  least,  life  contained  no 
problems.  She  was  young  enough  and  sus- 
ceptible enough  to  have  her  head  turned  a 
little  by  the  attention  she  was  receiving.  Mr. 
Norris  called  her  "daughter,"  and  brought 
home  little  gifts  for  her  almost  daily,  which 
he  bestowed  with  elaborate  casualness  and 
twinkling  eyes.  She  was  the  complete  center 
of  attention  for  three  people,  a  heady  sensa- 
tion after  the  rival  and  freely  expressed  in- 
dividualities of  a  large  household. 

With  a  growing  sense  of  her  own  impor- 
tance, she  accompanied  Mrs.  Norris  through 
the  stores,  selecting  furnishings  for  the  house 
which  was  to  be  hers  and  Walter's.  The  idea 
of  a  house  of  her  own,  which  had  had  a 
dreamlike  quality  in  the  beginning,  was  be- 
coming a  reality.  Compared  with  the  miracle 
of  being  loved  by  Walter,  a  house  was 
scarcely  a  miracle  at  all. 

Nevertheless,  it  was  an 
ideal  house  to  fit  itself 
into  the  shining  future.  It        A  good  laugh 
was  new,  shiningly  per-     the  house, 
feet,  and  in  a  new  section 
of  town  favored  by  pros-  HHBHBBHi 
perous    young  married 
couples.  It  was  an  expensive  house,  but  the 
value  of  the  house  had  little  to  do  with  Ella 
May's  delight  in  it,  except  that  she  couldn't 
help  knowing  that  it  aroused  flattering  com- 
ment and  envy  among  her  circle  of  friends. 

Walter's  pride  in  the  house  gave  her  her 
greatest  joy.  He  inspected  it  frequently, 
walking  through  the  empty  rooms  with  the 
lordly  frown  of  ownership  on  his  face,  spend- 
ing hours  unscrewing  mysterious  pipes  and 
screwing  them  together  again.  His  Saturday 
afternoons  were  usually  devoted  now  to  rak- 
ing and  weeding  the  winter-dead  lawn  or 
inventing  repairs  which  involved  a  great  deal 
of  hammering  and  sawing. 

Mrs.  Norris  and  Ella  May  were  to  meet 
him  at  the  house  one  January  afternoon.  It 
was  a  clear  day,  unusually  warm;  the  warm- 
ness  of  the  day  made  spring  seem  imminent. 

"We  haven't  much  time  left,"  Mrs. 
Norris  was  saying.  "There's  so  much  to  do; 
it  will  be  April  before  we  know  it." 

Walter  was  standing  on  the  sidewalk  talk- 
ing to  a  woman  as  they  approached.  As  they 
drew  closer,  Ella  May  saw  it  was  Rosemary. 

Rosemary's  hand  was  on  Walter's  arm, 
and  she  was  looking  up  into  his  face  as  she 
talked,  as  if  pleading.  Walter's  hands  were  in 
his  pockets  and  his  attitude  was  one  of 
dogged  patience;  several  times  he  shook  his 
head  in  negation.  .Rosemary's  torrent  of 
words  continued.  And  then  Walter  himself 
terminated  the  scene;  he  made  an  abrupt  and 
definite  gesture  of  farewell  and  walked 
quickly  up  the  walk  to  the  porch  steps. 

Rosemary  stood  still  for  a  moment,  then 
took  a  few  running  steps  after  him.  "You 
can't!"  she  cried,  her  voice  sharply  clear. 
"You  can't  just  forget  " 

"I    told   you,"   Walter  said.   T  told 

you  "  He  was  the  one  entreating  now. 

"Can't  you  understand?"  he  said.  He  went 
into  the  house,  closing  the  door. 

There  was  no  way  to  escape  meeting  Rose- 
mary face  to  face.  Rosemary  stared  coolly 
from  one  to  the  other  as  she  swept  by. 

Inside  the  house  Mrs.  Norris  began  to  cry. 
Waller  defended  himielf  with  dogged  pa- 
tience. 


Apr 


"To  this  house,  of  all  places,"  Mrs.  ]!,r™ 
said  over  and  over. 

"I  tell  you  I  had  nothing  to  do  wit  it." 

"Your  solemn  word — to  your  fathJan* 
me — never  to  see  her  again." 

"I  tell  you  I  haven't  seen  her." 

"...  an  insult  to  Ella  May." 

"Oh,  my  good  gosh,"  Walter  grcjfl 

Ella  May  looked  from  one  to  the  >jw| 
Why  did  neither  of  them  seem  to  be  t;ii3 
to  her?  This  was  her  affair,  surely,  fat 
Norris,  please  don't  be  angry  with  Waff  ad 
my  account.  I  know  Walter  used  to  gclfll 
Rosemary;  he  never  tried  to  hide  it.  Bp 
loves  me  and  not  Rosemary.  It  isn't  rijfl 
blame  him  for  what  Rosemary  does."  ' 

She  was  rewarded  by  feeling  the  te  ion 
go  out  of  the  room.  Walter  looked  at  h  in. 
tently,  smiled  suddenly.  "Well,  thank  £ 
ens  you've  got  some  sense!" 

It  was  strange,  Ella  May  thought,  i  be 
able  to  approach  one's  wedding  day  wi  2 
nervousness  at  all.  Everything  was  plaU 
for  her;  she  had  nothing  to  do  but  enjoyjl 
beautiful  glorious  day  as  it  slipped  by.M 

"The  happiest  time  in  a  girl's  life," 
Norris  observed  to  Henrietta  Goods 
they  sat  together  working  one  after 

"One  hopes  it  will  be  just  the  beginr. 
Henrietta  murmured. 

Josie  and  Carrie  were  to  be  bridesn 
Sophie  and  Sara  were  to  be  flower  girls- 
Willie,  dressed  as  a  page,  was  to  can- 
ring  on  a  silk  cushion.  Bert  was  to  b 
best  man,  and  Lizzie,  it  was  assumed,  \ 
be  maid  of  honor. 

Mrs.  Norris  felt  that  it  was  time  foi 
subject  to  be  broached;  she  did  so  a 
nervously.  "Will  Lizzie,  do  you  think 
"Lizzie  will  want  t 

■IHHMm     1 '"'  1  u'11  tnm8'  I'm  s 
Henrietta  said  com 
is  sunshine  in     ably.  She  excused  he 
—thackeray.     to  make  tea. 

In  the  kitchen 
mmim     thought   to  herself 

she,  better  than  anyk 
could  understand  Lizzie's  feelings.  It 
pleasant  to  have  life  pass  one  by.  And 
ousy  was  an  insidious  poison.  She  pol 
the  boiling  water  on  the  tea  leaves  wi| 
triumphant  flourish,  and  carried  the 
back  to  the  sitting  room. 

The  children  had  come  in.  Mrs.  Nfl 
was  trying  Josie's  dress  on  her,  and|e| 
others  were  waiting  for  their  turns. 

"It  touches  the  floor,"  Josie  said  with 

Her  audience  was  equally  awed.  "Yt'l 
hardly  even  know  it  was  Josie,  would  yol 
Sophie  exclaimed,  with  unflattering  can  I 

Sophie  had  chosen  yellow  for  the  cok 
her  dress;  the  others,  with  more  conventi 
tastes,  had  clung  to  pink  and  blue.  They 
saying  now  quite  frankly  that  yellow  w 
crazy  color.  Sophie,  however,  was  perf( 
satisfied  with  her  choice;  she  was  para 
up  and  down  the  room  casting  flowers  I 
an  imaginary  basket. 

"You  won't  be  able  to  do  it  quite 
that,  you  know,"  Mrs.  Norris  murmurer1 
mean,  you'll  just  drop  them,  for  the  brid 
walk  on." 

"I'll  give  half  to  Walter  and  half  to 
May,"  Sophie  said  impartially. 

Mrs.  Norris  patted  Sophie's  cheek.  "I 
me,  I  must  go.  I  think  we  have  everytl 
quite  well  in  hand,  haven't  we,  Mrs.  Gc 
all?"  Her  kind,  sweet-tempered  face 
its  fretwork  of  worry  lines,  turned  tow 
Henrietta.  "It  won't  take  us  very  long 
finish  these  now.  And  if  we  could  con: 
with  Lizzie  about  what  she  is  to  wear?' 

"I  think  Ella  May  will  have  to  do 

"Yes,  I  suppose  so.  I  can't  help  want 
everything  to  be  perfect."  She  kissed  all 
children  and  went  out. 

When  Henrietta  returned  from  shon 
Mrs.  Norris  to  the  door,  Sophie  inquii 
"Why  doesn't  Lizzi'  want  to  be  in  it?" 

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"Could  I  just  go  upstairs  and  look  atlj 
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"  If  you'll  be  very  careful." 

Sophie  pranced  up  and  down  the  u| 
hall. before  the  mirror,  holding  her  long 
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Lizzie  came  to  her  bedroom  door.  "What 
on  earth  are  you  doing?  Go  some  other  place 
and  stop  showing  off.  I  have  a  headache." 

"Fuss  budget,"  Sophie  said,  as  the  door 
closed. 

Lizzie  heard  her,  but  she  did  not  think  it 
worth  while  to  open  the  door  again  and  make 
an  issue  of  it.  Nothing  seemed  very  worth 
while  these  days,  she  realized,  sitting  down 
again  at  her  desk  before  the  school  papers 
she  was  correcting. 

Since  the  day  of  her  father's  sharp  repri- 
mand she  had  withdrawn  from  family  affairs. 
He  had  told  her  to  control  her  tongue  and 
she  controlled  it,  speaking  only  when  spoken 
to  and  not  always  then.  Far  from  resenting 
Ella  May's  approaching  marriage,  as  every- 
one assumed  she  did,  she  wanted  nothing 
more  now  than  for  Ella  May  to  be  married  as 
soon  as  possible. 

She  put  her  head  in  her  hands  and  then 
lifted  it  quickly  at  the  sound  of  someone  at 
the  door. 

"It's  Ella  May."  The  doorknob  turned, 
but  the  door  did  not  open.  "Why,  it's 
locked,"  Ella  May  said. 

Lizzie  sat  still  and  waited. 

"Lizzie!" 

Lizzie  ran  a  pencil  over  the  topmost  paper, 
making  checks  where  they  were  necessary. 
She  finished  the  paper  and  added  it  to  the 
neat  pile  on  her  right.  She  was  not  so  tired 
as  she  had  been.  She  completed  the  papers 
and  went  to  the  bureau  to  tidy  herself  for 
supper.  She  did  not  take  part  in  household 
tasks  any  longer.  She  kept  her  room  clean 
and  in  perfect  order;  Sara  was  easy  to  man- 
age in  that  respect  because  it  was  her  nature 
to  be  orderly  too. 

When  Ella  May  married,  Sara  could  move 
back  with  Sophie,  and  Lizzie  could  have  her 
room  to  herself.  She  had  even  begun  to  pay 
board,  handing  her  father  a  neat  envelope 
each  week,  overriding  his  protests.  She  must 
pay  for  herself  here  or  move  elsewhere.  She 
could  not  do  housework  and  teach  at  the 
same  time. 

She  heard  the  supper  bell  ring  and  took 
her  time  about  answering.  A  boarder  had 
certain  definite  privileges.  She  took  her  place 
and  looked  over  the  table  critically,  but  with- 
out making  suggestions  for  its  improvement. 
She  refused  creamed  eggs  and  helped  herself 
to  vegetables. 

"Mrs.  Norris  wants  to  know  what  you  are 
going  to  wear  at  the  wedding,"  Josie  said. 

"Does  she?" 

"You  are  going  to  be  maid  of  honor, 
aren't  you?"  Ella  May  asked. 

"Now  that  you've  got  around  to  asking 
me,  no  thank  you,"  Lizzie  said. 

"Annie  will  be  glad  enough  to  do  it  if  you 
won't." 

"Let  Annie  do  it,  then." 

Annie  accepted  the  position  of  matron  of 
honor.  She  pushed  the  baby  carriage  to  one 
or  the  other  of  the  houses  nearly  every  after- 
noon to  share  in  the  plans  now  that  she  was 
taking  a  personal  part  in  them. 

"What  a  shame  baby  isn't  big  enough  to 
carry  the  ring." 

"Willie  is  going  to  carry  the  ring." 

"A  girl  looks  much  cuter,"  Annie  said. 

She  took  it  upon  herself  to  speak  to  Lizzie 
on  the  subject  of  her  attitude  one  afternoon. 

"Of  course  I  know  how  you  feel.  With  Ella 
May  so  much  younger  than  you,  it  puts  you 
in  a  difficult  position.  Mrs.  Norris  said  the 
same  thing." 

"I'll  thank  you  and  Mrs.  Norris  to  mind 
your  own  business." 

"Well,  really!"  Annie  said,  her  color  ris- 
ing. "Your  disposition  doesn't  improve  any, 
I  must  say." 

"I  don't  care  in  the  least  what  you  say." 

"I'm  not  the  only  one  saying  it,"  Annie 
said,  thoroughly  aroused.  "A  lot  of  people 
are  saying  that  none  of  your  pupils  like  you." 

Lizzie  stared  steadily  at  Annie.  "Get  out 
of  here." 

"What?" 

"  I  said  get  out  of  here." 

"This  isn't  your  house.  I'll  stay  as  long  as 
I  choose." 

"This  is  my  room.  I  pay  for  it." 

Annie  was  seized  by  her  protesting  shoul- 
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slammed  against  her  and  the  key  turned  in 
the  lock. 

"I  think  you're  going  crazy,  that's  what  I 
think!"  Annie  exclaimed  to  the  closed  door. 

Downstairs  Annie  repeated  to  Ella  May 
her  indignant  belief  that  Lizzie  must  be  go- 
ing crazy. 

"Poor  Lizzie."  Ella  May  said.  "I  suppose 
she  can't  help  being  unhappy." 

"She  ought  to  get  married,  that's  what 
she  ought  to  do." 

"How  can  she?" 

"There's  always  a  way."  Annie  said.  "I 
might  get  Howard  to  speak  to  Henry,  though 
it's  really  papa's  place  to  do  it." 

"Oh,  no,  don't  do  that,"  Ella  May  said 
weakly.  Why  couldn't  everybody  be  happy? 
she  thought  to  herself  when  she  was  left 
alone.  It  was  so  easy  to  be  happy. 

Dressing,  after  sup- 


April.  io: 

around  by  the  park  and  have  a  really  nil 
walk  before  it's  time  to  go  to  the  party 
all." 

"Oh,  stop  being  so  glad  about 
thing!" 

"Walter  Norris,"  she  said,  coming  to 
abrupt  halt  on  the  sidewalk,  "I'm  not  goit 
a  step  farther  until  you  tell  me 
wrong." 


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He  threw  her  a  savagely  impatient  kx 
and  then  took  her  arm  and  pulled  her  rl 
sistingly  along. 

"Walter  Norris!"  she  exclaimed  agaiij 
struggling  to  retain  her  pride.  At  the  sarr1 
time  her  whole  happy  world  seemed  to  a 
crumbling  to  ruins  about  her.  She  stumble 
and  he  tempered  his  pace  a  little,  though  H 
was  still  dragging  her  along  with  him. 

"  We  can't  tal 


per,  the  thought  of 
Lizzie's  closed  and 
locked  doorcontinued 
to  trouble  Ella  May. 
Sheknockedonce,  but 
received  no  answer. 
All  right,  let  her  act 
that  way,  she  thought, 
anger  dissipating  her 
sympathy. 

She  ran  lightly 
down  the  stairs  to 
answer  Walter's  ring 
at  the  doorbell.  She 
paused  on  the  land- 
ing, looking  down  at 
Walter  in  the  hallway 
below.  Sophie  had  let 
him  in. 

He  looked  up  and 
saw  her,  but  he  did 
not  grin  or  wink  as 
he  usually  did.  His 
dark,  handsome  face 
was  morose .  Her  heart 
sank;  she  was  so  in 
love  that  she  would 
always  be  prey  to  his 
moods. 

But  that  was  a 
woman's  duty,  she 
thought,  chatting 
brightly  as  he  held 
her  coat  for  her.  He 
put  his  arms  closely 
about  her  for  a  second 
after  her  coat  was  on, 
regardless  of  Sophie's 
delighted  gaze.  Ella 
May's  spirits  rose 
again. 

She  resisted  the 
impulse  to  draw  his 
face  down  against 
hers;  that  would  be 


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At  dawn  Will  Dennett,  walking  as 

in  a  dream, 
Trout  rod  on  shoulder,  put  for 

Patten  Stream, 
Back  of  the  mountain,  where  the 

forest  hush 
Is  heightened  by  the  tumbling 

water's  rush.  .  .  . 
Then  telephones  were  cranked  and 

scandal  blazed, 
Scathing  the  man  whom  envious 

wives  had  praised.  .  .  . 
"His  love  for  Martha  had  no  depth," 

it  said. 

"Fishing — and  she,  his  wife,  just  four 
days  dead! 

Why,  they'd  been  married  nigh  on 
forty  years! 

Just  pretense,  his  affection,  it  ap- 
pears!" 

But  one,  a  lifelong  neighbor,  seeing 
Will 

Crossing  his  pasture  through  the 
twilight  still, 

Noticed  the  expert  angler  bore  no 
trout.  ...  , 

Then  sudden  comprehension  ban- 
ished doubt 

As  through  his  mind  a  truth  oft- 
tested  ran: 

How  close,  on  mountain  streams,  is 
God  to  man! 

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too  much  even  for 

Sophie.  She  put  her  feelings  into  the  full 
glance  that  she  gave  him  as  he  held  the  door 
for  her. 

She  was  walking  automatically  toward  the 
curb,  not  noticing  that  he  had  taken  her  arm 
and  was  urging  her  in  an  opposite  direction, 
until  she  stood  on  the  curbstone  and  saw  that 
the  yellow  roadster  was  not  there. 

"We'll  have  to  walk,"  Walter  said 
roughly. 

She  stared  at  him  blankly,  disturbed  by 
the  savage  intensity  in  his  voice.  "Why,  of 
course,"  she  said  quickly.  "It's  only  a  few 
blocks.  My  goodness,  I  don't  have  to  ride 
everywhere  all  the  time." 

"  It's  a  good  thing."  he  said.  He  had  put  his 
hands  in  his  pockets,  and  was  walking  rapidly 
in  the  wrong  direction  so  that  she  had  to  take 
quick  running  steps  to  keep  up  with  him. 

"What  are  we  going  this  way  for?"  she 
asked,  laughing  a  little  to  show  him  that  it 
made  no  difference  to  her  which  way  they 
went. 

"Because  I  want  to."  he  exploded.  "Do 
you  have  to  argue  alx)ut  every  little  thing?" 

"Why.  of  course  not,"  she  said,  her  eyes 
misted  with  tears  again.  "  Why,  this  way  will 
be  much  nicer,"  she  exclaimed,  throwing 
back  her  head  and  sniffing  at  the  night  air  as 
if  she  had  just  discovered  a  keen  delight  in  it. 
"Much,  much  nicer.  Waller.  We  can  go 


here,"  he  s a i 
hoarsely. "  Where  ca 
we  go  to  talk?" 

Instinctively  sh 
dismissed  the  onlB 
two  places  she  coulf 
think  of,  either  htl 
house  or  his  housl 
They  must  be  alonj 
"Why,  there's  oil 
own  house ;  we  can  m 
there,"  she  said,  sei| 
ing  on  the  little  whi  I 
house  as  a  haven  " 
security  and  privac , 

Walter  gave  a  she 
laugh.  "We  havei 
any  house.  I've  ju 
been  disinherited, 
you  want  to  know 

"Walter,  what  dj 
you  mean? " 

The  small  city  par 
was  blessedly  at  hanc 
Ella  May  sank  dow 
on  the  nearest  benci 
and   sat  shiverinj 
there.  Walter  sat 
side  her,  his  hands  i 
his  pockets,  his  shouL 
ders  hunched  fori 
ward,  staring  straighl 
ahead. 

"I've  had  a  roi 
with  my  family,"  h| 
said.  "For  good, 
time.  They've  thro? 
me  out,  lock,  st 
and  barrel." 

"But,  Walter] 
why?"  Her  voice  w 
steadier  now;  alreat  ! 
she   was   rebuildn  ' 
her  hopes.  Waltt 
often  quarreled  wit 


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his  parents.  //  it 
about  Rosemary,  she  thought,  I'll  explain 
them  that  they  don't  have  to  protect  me;  I  w 
derstand  Waller  better  than  that.  Rosemar 
did  not  matter  to  her;  after  Walter  was  ma: 
ried  even  Rosemary  would  have  to  give  u 
and  let  him  alone 

But  they  were  too  old  and  too  kind  to  b 
upset  in  this  way.  "I  do  think  Rosemai 
might  show  a  little  consideration,"  Ella  Ma  i 
said  sharply. 

Walter  turned  his  head  and  stared  at  hei 
"Who  said  anything  about  Rosemary?" 

"Wasn't  it  Rosemary  that  you  quarreled 
about?' 

"No,  it  wasn't."  He  laughed  again  harshly 
"Oh,  there's  been  plenty  about  Rosemary! 
all  right.  I've  told  them  and  told  them  tha 
I'm  through  with  Rosemary,  but  ye  god 
you  might  as  well  talk  to  the  wind." 

"But,  Walter,"  Ella  May  faltered,  stew 
ing  him  away  from  this  dangerous  ground 
"if  it  wasn't  Rosemary,  what  was  it?" 

"It  was  l>ccause  I've  got  another  job  fo 
myself,  that's  what  it  was." 

"  Do  you  mean  that  you've  left  the  bank? 

"I'll  say  I've  left  it." 

"Oh,  Walter." 

"  Yeah,"  he  said  glumly.  "  I  thought  (hat' 

the  way  you'd  feel  alxuit  it." 

"Hut.  Walter,  why?" 

"Because  I  couldn't  stand  it  any  longei 
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Stunned,  she  tried  to  rally  her  scattered 
senses.  "Not  even — not  even  when  it  means 
so  much  to  us?" 

"Look,"  he  said.  "This  won't  have  to 
change  anything  for  us.  Except,  of  course, 
that  we  won't  belong  to  the  country-club 
set."  He  -laughed,  a  laugh  that  grated  on  her 
quivering  nerves.  "  I  wouldn't  have  been  any 
good  in  that  anyhow.  I'm  going  back  to 
work  in  Parson's  garage.  And  I  won't  be  just 
an  employee  either.  I'll  be  a  partner ! " 

She  sat  rigidly,  too  hurt  to  feel  the  en- 
treaty in  his  voice. 

"I  bought  a  share  in  the  business,"  he 
said,  and  even  now  he  could  not  keep  a  cer- 
tain elation  from  his  voice.  "  I  had  to  sell  the 
old  bus  to  do  it,  but  it  will  be  worth  it,  I 
guess." 

"I  hope  so,"  she  said  coldly.  "I  certainly 
hope  so." 

He  studied  her  closely,  his  eyes  narrow- 
ing. "Look,"  he  said  presently.  "I  suppose 
this  is  a  little  hard  for  you  to  take  in  all  at 
once." 

"A  little  hard!"  she  repeated.  "A  little 
hard!" 

"Do  you  love  me  or  don't  you? "  he  asked. 
"That's  what  it  amounts  to.  Because  if  you 
do  you'll  understand  how  I  feel." 

"And  what  about  the  way  I  feel?"  she 
cried  violently.  "What  about  the  way  your 
mother  and  father  feel!  It  isn't  fair.  Why, 
look  at  all  your  parents  have  done  for  you. 
And  now,  when  you  have  a  chance  to  do  the 
least  little  thing  for  them,  to  make  them 
happy,  you  throw  it  all  away.  To  work  in  a 
garage!  To  work  in  a  garage,"  she  repeated 
scathingly.  "And  then  you  talk  to  me  about 
love." 

"I  tell  you  I  can't  work  in  that  bank  any 
longer." 

"And  selling  the  automobile  that  your 
father  gave  you.  Why,  that  isn't  any  better 
than  stealing!" 

"Stealing!"  he  cried  unbelievingly.  The 
selling  of  the  roadster  had  been  the  greatest 
sacrifice  he  could  imagine;  it  had  been  for 
Ella  May  he  had  sold  it.  And  now  to  find  his 
noble  gesture  thrown  in  his  face.  "You  make 
me  sick!"  he  shouted.  "You  aren't  any  dif- 
ferent than  the  rest  of  them.  All  you  think 
about  is  whether  some  snob  is  going  to  look 
down  on  you  " 

"That  isn't  true!" 

"Then  what's  all  this  fuss  about?" 

"It's  because — because  you  can't  just  act 
as  if  nobody  meant  anything  to  you  " 

"Well,  I  can,"  he  said.  "I'm  through  with 
the  whole  thing.  And  if  it  means  being 
through  with  you,  why,  I'm  through  with 
that  too." 

He  paused  for  a  second,  as  if  waiting  for 
her  to  say  something,  but  shock  had  rendered 
her  completely  inarticulate.  When  she  had 
collected  her  scattered  senses  enough  to 
speak,  it  was  too  late.  He  was  gone,  and  she 
was  left  alone  in  the  darkness.  She  sat  for  a 
long  time  waiting  for  him  to  come  back,  but 
he  did  not  come. 

He  hadn't  meant  it,  she  said  to  herself 
over  and  over  in  the  days  that  followed. 
They  had  quarreled,  that  was  all.  Everybody 
quarreled  at  some  time  when  they  were  in 
love. 

She  would  have  gone  to  him  if  she  had 
known  where  to  reach  him.  She  could  not 
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did  not  know  where  he  was  living. 

Mrs.  Norris  did  not  know  either.  He  had 
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"No,  dear,"  Mrs.  Norris  said.  "  It  wouldn't 
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"Mrs.  Norris,  I've  been  doing  a  great  deal 
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"That's  sweet  of  you,  dear,  but  I'm  afraid 
that  Walter  never  sticks  to  anything  very 
long.  No  dear,  please,  you  mustn't  dream  of 
trying  to  see  Walter." 

"Mrs.  Norris,  I  love  Walter." 

"I  know  you  do,"  Mrs.  Norris  said,  and 
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Ella  May,  too,  was  taking  it  hard,  though 
in  a  different  way.  Now  that  it  was  known 
that  her  engagement  was  broken,  she  was 
pitied  instead  of  envied.  This  pity  served 
to  bolster  her  courage.  She  learned  to  conceal 
a  broken  heart. 

She  looked  for  Walter  everywhere  she 
went.  Sooner  or  later,  they  would  be  sure  to 
meet.  She  planned  exactly  what  she  would 
say.  But  as  time  went  on,  and  the  meeting 
did  not  take  place,  she  wrote  a  note  to  him 
and  sent  it  in  care  of  Parson's  garage.  The 
note  asked  only  if  he  had  forgotten  that  she 
had  his  ring. 

His  note  in  reply  said  that  he  hadn't  for- 
gotten, and  she  had  better  give  the  ring  to 
his  father  before  he  was  accused  of  stealing  it. 

She  pressed  Bert  into  service  as  an  envoy. 
He  was  to  go  to  the  garage  and  hint,  very 
carefully,  that  Ella  May  was  willing  to  meet 
Walter  somewhere  if  he  wanted  to  see  her. 

"I  can't  do  that." 

"Oh,  why,  Bert?  You  don't  understand. 
It  was  as  much  my  fault  as  Walter's  that  we 
quarreled." 

"It  isn't  that,"  Bert  blurted.  "He's  run- 
ning around  with  Rosemary  again,  that's 
why." 

"I  don't  care  if  he  is.  It's  because  he's 
hurt;  he  thinks  everybody  is  against  him. 
Even  me.  Oh,  Bert,  I  must  see  him." 

"It  won't  do  any  good,"  Bert  warned  her, 
but  he  went  to  the  garage.  He  returned  with 
the  message  that  if  Ella  May  wanted  to  see 
Walter  she  knew  where  to  find  him.  "  I  hope 
that  satisfies  you,"  Bert  exclaimed  angrily; 
he  and  Walter  had  had  a  fight  and  knocked 
each  other  down  several  times  before  Bob 
Parson  separated  them.  "  I  suppose  that  will 
be  all  over  town  too.  The  darned  fool." 

She  wrapped  the  ring  in  layers  of  tissue 
paper  and  tears  and  sent  it  back  to  him. 
Several  days  later  the  ring  was  reported  on 
Rosemary's  finger. 

This  humiliation  served  only  to  convince 
Ella  May  that  Walter  still  loved  her.  He 
would  never  have  made  that  outrageous  ges- 
ture of  contempt  except  to  punish  her.  He 
always  covered  his  hurt  feelings  by  behaving 
badly.  She  brooded  over  all  the  wounding 
words  she  had  spoken  to  him.  She  had  said 
that  he  was  no  better  than  a  thief.  She  had 
called  him  selfish  and  cruel,  and  all  because 
he  did  not  want  to  work  in  a  place  that  he 
hated. 

Let  Rosemary  have  the  ring,  she  thought. 
Rosemary  did  not  have  Walter,  for  there  was 
this  comfort  to  be  had:  Walter  always  spoke 
the  truth,  and  he  had  said  that  Rosemary 
did  not  mean  anything  to  him.  Ella  May 
could  believe  that.  He  was  using  Rosemary 
to  pay  her,  Ella  May,  back  for  her  lack  of 
faith,  and  she  could  not  blame  him.  No 
matter  what  happened  she  was  going  to  find 
a  way  to  marry  Walter  somehow,  some- 
where. 

Rosemary's  possible  claims  on  him  she  dis- 
missed as  unworthy  of  consideration.  But 
because  Rosemary,  for  the  moment,  had  the 
position  of  advantage,  Ella  May  sensed  that 
she  was  in  danger.  She  must  reach  Walter 
without  delay. 

It  took  every  bit  of  her  resolution  to  go  to 
Parson's  garage.  But  she  went  there  one  aft- 
ernoon, dressed  as  carefully  as  she  knew  how 
to  dress. 

Walter's  face,  when  he  looked  up  and  saw 
her,  became  a  dull  angry  red.  Nevertheless, 
she  stood  her  ground,  trying  to  smile,  biting 
her  lips  to  keep  back  the  tears.  He  came 
across  the  concrete  floor  and  almost  pushed 
her  out  the  door,  out  of  sight  in  a  sheltered 
corner  of  the  alleyway. 

"What  do  you  think  you're  doing?" 

She  tried  to  be  flippantly  light  in  her  man- 
ner. "Bert  said  I'd  have  to  come  here  if  I 
wanted  to  see  you.  And  I  do." 

"Why?" 

"Because  I  love  you,"  she  said.  "More 
than  anything." 

He  considered  her,  thoughtfully,  thor- 
oughly, lie  took  a  deep  breath  like  a  sigh. 
"Well,  I'll  be  darned,"  he  said  wearily. 

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"It's  too  late  for  that,"  he  said  harshly. 
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"You  mean  you've  changed  your  mind 
about  me?" 

"I  mean  I  understand  why  you  couldn't 
stay  in  the  bank  when  you  hated  it.  I 

mean          Oh,  Walter,  surely  we  can  work 

things  out  if  we  try." 

"Why  couldn't  you  have  said  that  be- 
fore?" 

"I  don't  know.  I  wish  I  had." 

He  was  kicking  at  a  paving  stone,  looking 
down.  "You  sent  back  the  ring,"  he  said. 

"You  wanted  it." 

"I  didn't  sayathat  I  did." 

"But  you  went  away.  I  was  sure  you'd 
come  back." 

"Why?  Why  should  I  come  back?" 

"Because — because  I  wanted  you  to,  Wal- 
ter." 

"You  had  a  very  funny  way  of  showing 
it,"  he  said.  He  indicated  the  garage  with  his 
shoulder.  "There  it  is.  How  do  you  like  it?" 

"It  looks  very  nice  to  me." 

"We'd  be  poor.  It  wouldn't  be  much  like 
you  thought  it  was  going  to  be." 

"I  don't  care  about  that." 
,   "So  you'd  be  willing  to  marry  me  any- 
how?" 

"If  you  .  .  .  still  want  me." 

He  was  studying  her  again,  as  if  she  had 
become  a  curiosity.  "There'd  be  all  hell  to 
pay,"  he  said.  "Of  course  you  realize  that." 

"Yes.  I  realize  it." 

He  was  quiet  for  a  long  time,  thinking. 
"Look,"  he  said,  but  not  roughly,  "it 
wouldn't  work  out.  I  wouldn't  make  you 


^  A  child  was  asked  to  explain 
▼  what  a  saint  is.  The  child,  whose 
experience  with  saints  had  come  to 
him  when  his  large,  roving  eyes  had 
admired  the  sun-filled  stained-glass 
windows  of  his  parish  church  on 
Sunday  mornings,  answered,  "A 
saint  is  a  person  that  the  light 
shines  through."         —ORATE  FRATRES. 


happy.  I'm  just  different,  that's  all.  It 
wouldn't  work  out,  and  one  of  us  has  to  have 
enough  sense  to  realize  it." 
"No,  Walter!" 

"You  silly  little  fool.  Why  couldn't  you 
have  had  enough  sense  to  stay  away?  You'll 
only  get  hurt.  Wasn't  that  enough  for  you 
when  I  gave  your  ring  to  Rosemary?" 

"I  don't  care  about  the  ring.  I  only  care 
about  you." 

"No  matter  what  anybody  says?" 

"No  matter  what  anybody  says." 

"All  right,"  he  said.  "I  believe  you.  Oh, 
you  sweet  baby;  sweet,  sweet  baby.  I  didn't 
think  you  had  it  in  you." 

His  face,  glowing  now,  filled  her  with  de- 
light. She  would  have  reached  up  to  touch  it, 
except  that  at  that  moment  Bob  Parson  ap- 
peared at  the  open  double  doors  of  the  ga- 
rage looking  for  Walter.  He  glanced  at  her 
curiously  and  disappeared. 

"You've  got  to  go  now,"  Walter  said.  "  I'll 
get  in  touch  with  you." 

"Walter  " 

"Everything  will  be  all  right,"  Walter 
said.  "Just  trust  me,  that's  all." 

"I  do  trust  you,  Walter." 

He  said,  grinning  crookedly,  "If  you'd 
trusted  me  a  little  sooner  it  would  have  made 
things  simpler." 

They  seemed  simple  enough  to  her.  She 
loved  Walter  and  Walter  loved  her.  "Rose- 
mary must  have  known  " 

"  I  can  fix  things  with  Rosemary,"  he  said. 
"Rosemary's  pretty  tough;  she's  used  to  tak- 
ing things  as  they  come.  Only  it  may  take  a 
little  time." 

She  could  only  stare  at  him.  Time  for 
what?  Why  should  Rosemary's  wishes  be 

consulted?  Unless  "  I  don't  understand. 

Have  you  changed,  about  Rosemary?" 

"No,"  he  said.  "You  can  believe  that. 
Only  I  flew  off  the  handle,  and  I  got  in  pretty 
deep.  Rosemary's  family  thinks  we're  en- 
gaged, and  they're  all  for  it.  Rosemary  knows 
how  I  feel,  but  she  doesn't  care.  She's  willing 
to  marry  me  any  way  at  all." 

"Marry!" 

"I  asked  her  to  marry  me  that  very  first 
night,  after  I  left  you.  I  got  pretty  drunk  and 


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I  ran  into  Rosemary,  and  I  thought  to  blazes 
with  everything,  so  I  asked  her  to  marry  me." 

"But  you  were  engaged  to  me!"  she  ex- 
claimed. 

"I  thought  that  was  all  over."  He  was 
kicking  at  the  paving  stones  again,  a  little 
sullenly  now.  "You  couldn't  seem  to  make 
up  your  mind,"  he  said,  looking  at  her 
strangely,  "and  Rosemary  knew  hers.  So  you 
can't  exactly  blame  me." 

"But  .  .  .  what  are  we  going  to  do?" 

He  shrugged  and  said  there  was  nothing 
to  do  but  tell  Rosemary  it  was  all  off.  "She 
won't  be  any  too  pleased.  She  won't  be  heart- 
broken either.  Stop  worrying  about  Rose- 
mary. I  got  us  into  this  mess  and  I'll  get  us 
out  of  it.  You  said  you  trusted  me." 

"I  do  trust  you."  She  did  trust  him.  She 
also  felt  a  twinge  of  guilt,  as  if  she  were  de- 
priving Rosemary  of  something.  But  that 
wasn't  possible.  Walter  was  hers !  "  I  do  trust 
you,"  she  repeated;  she  was  walking  along 
the  alleyway  with  him  now,  toward  the  street. 

He  said.  "I'll  straighten  things  out  and 
get  in  touch  with  you." 

"Wait  a  minute,  Walter."  She  put  a  hand 
on  his  arm.  "Are  you  sure  " 

"Yes,  I'm  sure,"  he  said  grimly,  .posi- 
tively. "I  don't  say  that  it  won't  be  a  mess, 
but  I'm  sure,  all  right.  Now  that  I've  seen 
you  again  I'm  wondering  why  I  ever  let 
you  go." 

She  drew  a  deep  breath.  On  her,  then, 
rested  the  responsibility.  If  she  had  not  come, 
Walter  would  have  married  Rosemary.  It 
was  even  possible  that  Rosemary  was  better 
suited  to  be  married  to  Walter  than  she  was. 
It  might  have  been  better  for  Walter  if  Ella 
May  had  not  come  back, 
hut  she  had.  and  now  the  MMHHBH 
whole  course  of  events  was 
altered  once  more. 

Walter  loved  her.  She 
saw  her  feet  set  upon  a 
path  from  which  there  was 
no  turning  back.  She  had 
to  make  her  choice  now,  ■^■■■■M 
this  minute. 

Before  she  was  aware  that  she  had  made  it 
she  heard  her  voice  saying,  "I'm  sure,  too, 
Walter." 

"That's  my  sweetheart,"  Walter  said.  He 
gripped  her  hand  for  a  minute,  hard,  and 
then  he  turned  and  walked  back  down  the 
alley.  She  watched  him  until  he  disappeared 
into  the  garage;  he  did  not  look  back. 

Stepping  into  the  street,  she  realized  some- 
thing had  happened  to  her.  She  seemed  to  be 
seeing  everything  in  a  new  light,  as  if  she  had 
just  returned  from  a  long  absence. 

She  walked  on,  frowning  into  the  sun  as  if 
it  were  responsible  for  the  tears  in  her  eyes 


To  receive  a  present  hand- 
^  somely  and  in  a  right  spirit, 
even  when  you  have  none  to 
gi>  c  in  return,  is  to  give  one  in 
return.  —LEIGH  HUNT. 


"He  likes  me,  for  some  reason,"  Walte 
said  uneasily.  "He  keeps  telling  me  there', 
going  to  be  more  money  in  automobiles  in, 
few  years  than  all  the  banks  in  the  world. 

"But  if  Rosemary  knows  you  don't  wan 
to  marry  her!" 

"She  knows,"  Walter  said.  "She  was  ma 
as  blazes  at  first,  but  no.w  she  doesn't  seem  t , 
care.  She  said  if  I  let  her  arrange  it  so  tha 
she  didn't  look  jilted  I  could  do  as  I  please. 

"  I'll  tell  you  what  I  think,"  Ella  May  saic 
"I  think  Rosemary  doesn't  intend  to  breai 
the  engagement  at  all." 

"I  wouldn't  put  it  past  her,"  Walter  ac 
knowledged  morosely.  Ella  May.  expectin 
a  denial,  sat  in  wretched  silence.  His  arm 
came  around  her;  he  pressed  his  face  into  th 
hollow  of  her  neck.  "Don't  you  go  back  o 
me,  baby.  I  can  stand  anything  but  that., 

She  clung  to  him,  closing  her  eyes  and  try 
ing  to  forget  everything  else.  She  would  nevei 
go  back  on  him.  Trouble  had  brought  therl 
closer  together  than  ever  before. 

She  was  living  two  lives.  Outwardly,  sh 
had  to  pretend  indifference  to  the  events  tha 
were  taking  place  around  her.  The  Millet 
celebrated  noisily.  They  felt  they  had  pullt 
a  coup  on  their  stuffy  neighbors,  and 
pleased  them.  Their  lights  blazed  near 
every  night.  The  Norris  house,  as  if  in  sile 
reproach,  stood  each  night  in  darkness.  Tl  i 
two  houses  were  opposite  each  other,  lilj 
hostile  camps.  There  was  all  kinds  of  gossi 1 
and  Annie  provided  Ella  May  with  mo , 
of  it. 

Inwardly  she  was  calm,  with  the  calm 
desperation.  Walter  showed  increasingly  1 
need  of  her.  "Don't  4 
■HHMMMB      back  on  me,  baby.' 

Everybody,  Annie  n 
ported  one  afternoon  i 
June,  was  saying  that 
was  exactly  what  could  1 
expected  of  Walter  Noni 
"Oh.  shut  up!"  Ell 
m^^BHBi      ^ay  cr'eu'  goaded  beyor 
endurance. 
Annie  was  too  startled  to  be  offenda 
"You  can't  still  care  for  him!" 

"Yes,  I  do,  if  you  want  to  know,"  El 
May  said.  "And  I  always  will." 

Annie  gave  one  look  at  her  face  and  6 
once  had  the  good  sense  to  keep  quiet. 

Ella  May  stood  at  the  front  window 
Annie  had  finally  taken  her  departure 
looked  out  into  the  yard.  It  was  summer; 
roses  were  blooming;  it  was  long  past  tl 
month  in  which  she  was  to  have  been  m 
ried.  Her  hand  flew  to  her  throat,  stilling  tl 
ache  there.  'And  I  always  will."  she  repeate 
Lizzie  came  up  the  walk,  hurrying  so  f; 


cradling  the  hand  that  Walter  had  held  with    that  she  was  almost  running.  A  few  mi  nut] 

the  other.  She  had  a  feeling  of  belonging  to  T  later  she  came  into  the  room. 


i 


another  person  that  lifted  her  in  this  rare  and 
precious  moment  outside  herself;  and  she 
knew,  from  the  set  of  Walter's  shoulders  as 
he  walked  away  from  her,  that  he  had  felt 
the  same  way. 

Ella  May  slipped  away  from  the  house  at 
intervals  to  meet  Walter.  These  meetings 
were  a  great  joy  and  a  great  burden  to  her. 
Their  secrecy  bothered  her.  There  was  an 
added  complication  in  Rosemary,  who  re- 
fused absolutely  to  break  her  engagement. 

"But  she  can't  make  you  marry  her!" 
Ella  May  protested  one  evening.  Rosemary 
must  know  that  she  had  lost;  why  couldn't 
she  simply  give  Walter  up.  as  any  girl  with 
pride  would  certainly  do? 

.TER'shead,  which  had  been  lying  against 
her  shoulder,  lifted  abruptly.  "What  gave 
you  that  idea?" 

They  were  sitting  on  a  park  bench;  the 
night  was  cool  for  late  May. 

"What  idea?" 

"Nothing,"  he  said  wearily.  "She'll  give- 
up,  all  right.  She  just  wants  to  do  it  herself, 
in  her  own  time.  She  says  it  would  make  her 
look  like  a  fool,  right  after  she's  told  every- 
lx>dy  thai  she's  engaged,  if  slur  told  them 
now  that  she  wasn't.  She  asked  me  to  wait 
a  lit  lie  while  I  siipixw  I  can  do  that  much 
for  her." 

Kosemnry,  it  seemed,  was  afraid  of  her  fa- 
ther, who  had  a  violent  temper. 


"Are  you  alone? "  she  asked.  "I  was affll 
Annie  would  be  here." 
"She  just  left." 
"Thank  heaven,"  Lizzie  said.  She  sat  6o\\ 
and  drew  off  her  gloves.  "I'm  going  to 
married,"  she  said  without  emotion. 
"Married!"  %  ' 

"Tomorrow  afternoon  in  the  parsonaj| 
Everything  is  all  arranged." 
"Oh,  Lizzie,"  Ella  May  said. 
"I  thought  you'd  be  surprised."  Lizil 
said.  She  had  regained  some  of  her  form| 
briskness. 

"But  .  .  .  what  about  Mrs.  Maxwell?! 

Lizzie  said  calmly  that  she  thought™ 
and  Mrs.  Maxwell  would  get  along  W 
enough  once  Mrs.  Maxwell  made  up  her  mil 
to  it.  "I've  had  a  good  talk  with  her.  SI 
knows  by  now  that  we  w  ill  either  have  to gl 
along  together  or  get  along  separately  off| 
less  money." 

"Oh,  Lizzie,"  Ella  May  said  again.  M 
did  not  dare  ask  Lizzie  if  she  were  happy  J 

Lizzie  spent  the  rest  of  the  evening  <3|H 
and  competently  attending  to  the  rest  oq 
wedding  preparations. 

The  brief  wcddine  <  eiemon\  cm  llicfolM 
ing  afternoon  was  depressing.  There  wa« 
music  or  (lowers;  the  bride  and  groom  Wl 
dressed  in  (heir  ordinary  l>cst.  Ella  Maylf 
a  terrible  desue  lo  run  awaj  .1  1 . 1 1  1 1 <>m  til 
dieajy  hi  lie  scene  as  she  could  go,  and  lli| 
until  it  was  over. 

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On  the  way  home  Sophie  was  singing, 
"'One  went  away,  and  then  there  were 
seven.'" 

Oh,  how  horrible  it  was  to  have  to  grow 
up,  Ella  May  thought. 

A  blustery  wind  was  blowing,  and  before 
they  reached  home  rain  began  to  fall.  Mrs. 
Norris,  who  had  gone  with  them,  insisted 
that  they  take  shelter  in  her  house,  as  it  was 
reached  first. 

"We'll  all  feel  better  for  some  coffee  and 
sandwiches,"  she  said,  expressing  the  general 
gloom  which  the  last  hour  had  cast  upon 
them.  "  I  do  wish  Lizzie  had  let  us  do  a  little 
something  for  her,"  she  said.  She  threw  open 
the  door  and  preceded  them  into  the  shad- 
owy hall;  a  second  later  she  gasped,  "Wal- 
ter!" 

"Shut  the  door,"  Walter's  voice  com- 
manded. He  became  aware  that  his  mother 
was  not  alone ;  his  eyes  went  in  panic  to  the 
group  of  people  clustered  behind  her. 

The  scene  was  catastrophic  in  its  implica- 
tions. Walter  was  standing  at  the  foot  of  the 
stairway,  at  his  feet  were  several  suitcases. 
He  gave  every  appearance  of  a  criminal 
caught  in  flight.  Mr.  Goodall,  after  one  look, 
attempted  to  marshal  his  forces  to  withdraw. 
But  Josie  and  Carrie  were  pressing  forward 
in  an  effort  to  find  out  what  was  happening. 

"Who  is  it?"  Josie  hissed. 

"It's  Walter  Norris,"  Sophie  explained  in 
a  loud,  clear  voice.  "He's  going  somewhere." 

"Walter!"  Mrs.  Norris  said. 

Ella  May  said  nothing;  she  stood  perfectly 
still,  looking  at  Walter.  He  gave  her  one  brief 
unhappy  glance.  Then  he  shrugged,  as  if  the 
whole  thing  was  too  much  for  him,  and 
stooped  to  pick  up  his  luggage. 

"Walter,  where  are  you  going?"  Mrs. 
Norris  cried  in  agony. 

Walter,  struggling  with  the  unwieldy  suit- 
cases, ignored  her. 

She  ran  across  the  room  and  clung  to  his 
arm,  pleading  with  him  to  wait  and  talk  to 
her.  "If  anything's  happened,  Walter  " 

He  shook  her  off.  She  stumbled  and  fell, 
striking  the  side  of  her  face  against  a  table  as 
she  went  down.  Blood  gushed  from  a  cut  on 
her  lip.  She  smiled  valiantly,  pulling  a  hand- 
kerchief from  her  sleeve  and  holding  it  to  her 
mouth;  it  was  nothing,  she  said. 

"Nothing!"  Mr.  Goodall  echoed. 

Stern-faced,  he  ordered  his  family  from  the 
house  in  tones  they  dared  not  disobey.  They 
filed  out.  Henrietta  followed  them.  Only  Ella 
May  remained  behind.  Mr.  Goodall  decided 
to  let  her  stay.  If  she  had  any  lingering  affec- 
tion for  this  young  fool,  this  would  cure  her. 

He  addressed  Walter.  "If  your  father  were 
here  " 

"Can't  you  see  I  didn't  mean  to  do  it!" 
Walter  shouted. 

"Under  the  circumstances,  I  think  you 
had  better  leave." 

"Oh,  my  good  gosh,"  Walter  said.  "That's 
what  I've  been  trying  to  do,  isn't  it?" 


"No,"  Mrs.  Norris  moaned.  "No.l 
Goodall,  you  mean  well,  I  know  "  fj 

Outraged,  Mr.  Goodall  prepared  to  dJhJ 
leaving  himself,  taking  his  daughter  thi 
him.  "  If  you  are  sure  you  are  safe  alone  3} 
this  hothead." 

"Walter,"  Ella  May  said.  "You  aren'ir> 
ing  away,  are  you?" 

"I've  got  to."  At  the  look  of  desperaUp. 
peal  in  her  eyes  he  came  to  h'er.  "I've  g«M 
for  a  little  while,"  he  said  in  a  low,  ur|9 
voice.  "I'll  write  to  you.  You'll  see  whenj 
get  my  letter." 

"Walter,  don't  go." 

His  hand  twitched  over  hers;  if  he 
now  he  would  be  leaving  her  forever. 

"Walter,  we  must  tell  them,"  she  said.H 
voice,  clear  and  confident,  prevailed  id 
them.  "Walter  and  I  love  each  other,"  {j 
May  said.  "We've  never  stopped  loving  >df 
other.  Walter  asked  Rosemary  to  marry  1 
because  we  quarreled,  and  then  later,  vl 
he  asked  Rosemary  to  let  him  go  becausi 
didn't  want  to  marry  her,  she  said  she  w<| 
if  he'd  wait  until  she  could  do  it  herse 
it  wouldn't  shame  her." 

A  fine  act,  Mr.  Goodall  thought.  A 
irresponsible  act.  He  studied  Walter's  I 
lowered  profile  opposite  him.  It  wasn't 
Walter's  face  that  set  him  apart,  Mr.  G 
all  thought,  his  sense  of  justice  rising  t< 
surface.  Walter  was  as  different  from 
other  young  men  whom  Ella  May  might 
married  with  far  greater  expectations  of 
piness  ...  as  different,  Mr.  Goodall  thoi 
amazed  at  his  own  poesy,  as  a  wild  eagk 
flock  of  tame  crows. 

"That's  what  we've  been  waiting  I 
Ella  May  said.  "For  Rosemary  to  set  W; 
free,  and  then  we're  going  to  be  marri 
She  turned  to  her  father,  smiling  throu 
sudden  rush  of  tears.  "Papa,  I'm  sorr 
don't  want  to  hurt  you,  but  I  know  it'sr 
for  me  to  marry  Walter  when  I  love  hir 
much.  He  tried  to  work  at  the  bank,  bu 
couldn't;  you  aren't  going  to  hold  that  agi 
him,  are  you?" 

"No,"  Mr.  Goodall  said.  "I'm  not  g< 
to  hold  that  against  him."  He  knew,  bey 
any  doubt,  that  he  was  helpless. 

He  stared  curiously  at  Walter,  wai 
for  Walter's  head  to  lift,  but  Walter  did 
look  up. 

"No  doubt  we  did  Walter  an  injustic 
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His  qualification  went  unnoticed.  Ella  ft 
was  laughing  and  crying  joyfully,  and  ft 
Norris,  weeping,  too,  was  saying  that 
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Walter  looked  up  then.  His  voice,  whe 
came,  was  unexpectedly  gentle.  "Yes, 
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"Then  the  sooner  this  other  matter  is 
cleared  up  the  better.  I  should  say." 

He  urged  Ella  May  toward  the  door,  and 
this  time  she  went  with  him. 

Walter  called,  as  the  door  was  closing. 
"I'll  be  back.  Wait  for  me,  baby." 

"I'll  wait  for  you,  Walter." 

It  was  impossible  not  to  know,  during  the 
course  of  the  evening,  that  a  number  of  sig- 
nificant comings  and  goings  were  taking 
place  next  door. 

First  Walter  left  the  house,  without  the 
suitcases,  and  presently  returned.  Then  Mr. 
Miller,  dressed  in  his  Sunday  best,  crossed 
the  street  and  vanished  into  the  Norris  house. 
Later,  Walter  and  Mr.  Norris  and  Mr.  Miller 
came  out  together  and  walked  across  the 
street  to  the  Miller  house.  A  long  time  later 
Mr.  Norris  and  Walter  returned,  without 
Mr.  Miller,  and  after  a  still  longer  interval 
Walter  left  the  house  alone,  carrying  his  suit- 
cases. 

Fortunately,  Ella  May's  room  was  on  the 
other  side  of  the  house.  She  had  gone  to  bed 
early,  and  so  was  not  forced  to  witness  this 
spectacle  which  Mr.  Goodall  could  only  re- 
gard as  a  debacle. 

It  did  not  occur  to  him  until  he  was  drop- 
ping to  sleep,  jerking  him  awake,  that  Walter 
had  not  actually  answered  his  question. 

A  number  of  people  saw  Walter  and  Rose- 
mary get  on  the  train  together  that  night, 
accompanied  by  Rosemary's  father.  A  num- 
ber of  other  people  had  friends  in  the  neigh- 
boring town  of  Carver  who  reported  that  all 
three  had  been  seen  entering  the  city  hall  the 
following  morning. 

These  stories  did  not  affect  Ella  May,  sim- 
ply because  she  did  not  believe  them.  Walter 
had  told  her  to  wait  for  him,  and  she  was 
waiting. 

It  had  to  be  his  letter  that  severed  her  from 
her  first  love.  The  letter  was  succinct,  mon- 
strous, and  in  its  bludgeoning  qualities  merci- 
ful. 

It  said:  "I'm  sorry,  baby,  but  there  wasn't 
anything  I  could  do.  I  was  in  this  mess  too 
deep  to  get  out,  and  Mr.  Miller  saw  to  it  that 
I  didn't.  The  funny  thing  is  that  I  would 
have  left  town  long  ago  and  he  would  have 
had  a  hard  time  finding  me  if  I  hadn't  stayed 
to  see  you.  So  I'm  getting  what's  coming  to 
me,  I  guess."  There  were  a  few  words 
scratched  out,  one  of  which  seemed  to  be 
"love."  The  letter  ended,  "I  tried,  honest  I 
did,  baby." 

The  full  implication  of  the  letter  did  not 
reach  her.  She  read  the  words  a  number  of 
times  without  feeling  any  particular  emotion 
before  she  realized  suddenly  that  her  legs 
were  giving  way  under  her. 

She  sat  down  on  the  edge  of  the  bed  and 
read  the  letter  once  more,  very  carefully,  and 
then  she  tore  it  into  small  pieces.  She  sat 
there  for  a  long  time;  she  did  not  know  how 
long.  When  she  was  able  to  walk  she  took  the 
pieces  of  paper  into  the  bathroom  and  flushed 
them  down  the  toilet. 

She  put  the  stopper  in  the  washbowl  and 
turned  the  water  on  full  force.  With  a  face- 
cloth and  a  bar  of  pink  soap  she  worked  vig- 
orously until  she  had  a  good  supply  of  white 
creamy  lather.  She  washed  her  face,  neck  and 
ears  and  her  hands  several  times  before  she 
was  satisfied. 

When  the  supper  bell  rang  she  went  down- 
stairs. It  was  obvious,  as  she  took  her  place 
at  the  table,  that  everyone's  eyes  were  avoid- 
ing her.  This  avoidance  set  her  apart  and  dis- 
tressed her,  as  if  she  were  no  longer  a  mem- 
ber of  her  family. 

In  this  queer,  isolated,  half-alive  state  of 
existence  she  went  about  the  daily  business  of 
living.  The  hardest  thing  she  had  to  bear  was 
this  feeling  of  abnormality  on  her  part  while 
everything  else  was  exactly  as  it  always  had 
been. 

She  began  spending  a  great  deal  of  her 
time  at  home  alone  in  her  room,  keeping  her- 
self busy  with  small  tasks,  mending,  cleaning 
bureau  drawers,  examining  her  clothes  for 
needed  repair.  Usually  she  was  not  very  tidy, 
but  now  her  bureau  drawers,  and  her  desk 
and  her  clothes  closet  were  in  perfect  order. 

One  afternoon,  going  over  her  already  pain- 
fully ordered  things,  she  was  seized  with  the 


Soaping  dulls  hair. 
Halo  glorifies  it ! 


Not  a  soap, 

not  a  cream  

Halo  cannot  leave 
dulling,  dirt-catching 
soap  film! 


Removes 
embarrassing 
dandruff  from  both 
hair  and  scalp! 


Yes,  "soaping"  your  hair  with 
even  finest  liquid  or  oily  cream 
shampoos  leaves  dulling, 
dirt-catching  film.  Halo,  made 
with  a  new  patented  ingredient, 
contains  no  soap,  no  sticky  oils. 
Thus  Halo  glorifies  your  hair 
the  very  first  time  you  use  it. 

Ask  for  Halo_ America's 
favorite  shampoo_at  any  drug 
or  cosmetic  counter! 


Gives  fragrant     'M  > 
"soft-water"  lather  L  ^ 

 needs  no  ^ — °  ' 

special  rinse! 


Halo'leaves  hair 

soft,  manageable  

shining  with  colorful 
natural  highlights! 


Halo  reveals  the  hidden  beauty  of  your  hair! 


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April,  1) 


BEST  FOODS 

Win 
HELLM  ANN'S 


"••  ■-. 


desire  to  throw  everything  away.  The  clothes 
that  she  had  worn  in  a  different  world,  the 
ribbons  and  flowers  for  her  hair,  the  snap- 
shots and  souvenirs,  all  the  paraphernalia 
of  happiness,  mocked  her.  She  went  about 
the  room  quickly,  pulling  dresses  out  of  the 
closet  and  making  bundles  of  them,  sweep- 
ing small  objects  to  a  pile  with  a  ruthless 
hand. 

She  took  the  bundles  downstairs  and  put 
them  on  the  back  porch  with  the  trash.  She 
felt  Henrietta,  who  was  preparing  vege- 
tables at  the  sink,  watching  her  a  little 
anxiously,  but  she  offered  no  explanation. 
She  made  a  number  of  trips  back  and  forth 
through  the  kitchen  to  the  back  porch  with- 
out speaking,  and 


"Yes,  sir."  Rebellion  seethed  in  her  he;, 
but  she  made  herself  smile. 

"We  like  to  give  our  home  girls  the  ff 
opportunities,  but  there  aren't  many  I 
cancies.  And  you  are  still  very  young."  \ 

Gratitude  flooded  over  her  that  she  nq 
not,  after  all,  be  a  teacher. 

And  then  Mr.  Johnson  said,  regarding  ] 
thoughtfully,  "How  would  you  like  acoi' 
try  school?" 

"A  country  school?" 

"There's  one  at  Marystown,"  he  said, 
think  it  will  be  the  very  thing  for  you. 
isn't  too  far  from  home,  and  it's  a 
little  settlement.  They  thiftk  a  great  d<| 
of  their  teachers." 


Henrietta  did  not 
speak  either. 

When  her  task  was 
finished  she  turned 
her  back  on  the  de- 
nuded room  and  went 
downstairs  and  into 
the  front  parlor  as  the 
next-best  place  of  sol- 
itude before  she  real- 
ized that  Henrietta 
had  left  the  kitchen 
and  was  entertaining 
a  caller.  The  caller 
was  a  Mrs.  Birdwell, 
whom  Ella  May  did 
not  know  very  well. 
A  suspicion  entered 
her  mind  that  Mrs. 
Birdwell  had  called 
for  the  express  pur- 
pose of  learning  some- 
thing of  Ella  May's 
affairs. 

She  placed  herself 
opposite  Mrs.  Bird- 
well  and  stared  at  the 
mole  from  which 
sprouted  two  long 
coarse  black  hairs  on 
Mrs.  Birdwell's  chin. 
Presently  Mrs.  Bird- 
well,  after  comment- 
ing on  the  weather. 
Mr.  Birdwell's  health, 
and  the  next  women's 
club  meeting,  rose  to 
go. 

Mrs.  Birdwell,  how- 
ever, was  no  fool ;  she 
disliked  being  put  out 
of  countenance  while 
paying  a  casual  call, 
and  just  before  leav- 
ing she  said  a  deliber- 
ately tactless  thing: 
"I  suppose  now  you'll 
be  looking  for  a  teach- 
ing position  for  next 
fall." 

Ella  May,  shocked, 
stared  at  her.  "A 
what?" 

"I  only  thought  that  now  you've  gradu- 
ated from  normal  school  you  would  probably 
be  teaching,"  Mrs.  Birdwell  said. 

Ella  may  stood  still  in  the  center  of  the 
room.  She  heard  Henrietta  take  Mrs.  Bird- 
well  to  the  front  door;  she  heard  the  door 
close;  she  heard  Henrietta  come  back  into 
the  room. 

"I'll  have  to  put  in  my  application,"  Ella 
May  said. 

"There's  no  hurry,"  Henrietta  said. 
"There's  no  reason  for  you  to  teach  if  you 
don't  want  to." 

"What  makes  you  think  I  don't  want 
to?"  Ella  May  said.  She  brushed  past  Hen- 
rietta. 

She  mailed  her  application  the  very  same- 
evening  and  forgot  about  it.  She  was  panic- 
stricken  to  receive  a  communication  from 
the  superintendent  of  sch<x>ls  a  few  days 
later,  to  come;  to  see  him  in  his  office,  but 
she  went. 

Mr.  Johnson,  who  had  been  su|x:rintcnd- 
cnt  of  schools  since  Ella  May  was  in  the  first 
grade,  smiled  as  lie  greeted  her.  "So  you  arc- 
all  grown  up  and  ready  to  be  a  teacher,  Ella 

May?" 


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He  was  smiling  < 
couragingly  at  her,  II 
if  the  matter  were  1 
ready  settled.  Wit! 
out  knowing  exact 
how  it  happened,  sj' 
was  presently  wa 
ing  home,  leavit] 
behind  her  on 
Johnson's  desk  apie 
of  paper  which  coil 
mitted  her  to  teaij 
in    the  Marystov 
school  the  followiiH 
year. 

"I  can't  possib] 
do  it,"  she  said  alou  l 
"I  can't."  She  fit 
sick,  and  her  sic  J 
ness  suggested  a  w;  I 
out.  If  she  was  siij 
they  wouldn't  wa| 
her. 

She  was  sick,  ve 
very  sick.  She 
barely  the  streng 
to  get  home.  On  th 
front  porch,  withoi 
warning,  her  illnesl 
deserted   her.  Sh 
tried  to  summon 
back,  but  it  refuse] 
to  come.  She  wal 
frightened,  she  wal 
lonely,  she  was  heart! 
sick,  but  she  wa] 
healthy. 

Mrs.  Norris  was 
the  front  room  witJI 
Henrietta.  The\ 
called  to  Ella  Ma| 
when  she  would  hav| 
passed  the  door. 

"Mrs.  Norris  want! 
to  talk  to  you,"  Hen| 
rietta  said. 

Mrs.  Norris'  fac| 
was  swollen  witl 
weeping.  She  lookeil 
at  Ella  May  implor] 
ingly.  "I  .  .  .  hardl; 
know  how  to  telj 
you." 

•  Ella  May  stood,  very  stiff  and  straight] 
just  inside  the  door. 

"Walter  is  bringing  Rosemary  home,"] 
Mrs.  Norris  said.  "To  our  house,  I  mean. 
Just  for  a  time,  until  they  find  a  place  to 
live.  It's  his  home,  and  Rosemary  ...  is  his 
wife  now.  Ella  May,  forgive  me;  I  can't 
bear  to  lose  Walter  altogether.  And  besides, 
there  are  other  considerations." 

"You  shouldn't  have  let  them ! "  Ella  May 
said.  Her  voice  was  loud  and  harsh.  "You 
shouldn't  have  let  them  do  that  to  Walter. 
You  could  have  stopped  them." 

"No,"  Mrs.  Norris  said.  "No.  Believe  me, 
I  .  .  .  the  Millers  had  everything  on  their 
side.  Walter  was  at  fault.  Rosemary  had 
certain  claims  on  him  that— that  gave  her 
the  right  to  insist  that  he  keep  his  word. 

"Claims!  Just  because  she  wouldn't  let 
him  go." 

"No,"  Mrs.  Norris  said.  "No.  More  than 
that." 

Ella  May's  head  jerked  up;  her  eyes  stared 
blindly.  "That  isn't  true.  I  don't  believe  it; 
I'll  never  believe  it." 

"Vis,  dear,  it's  true,"  Mrs.  Norris  said. 
"I  didl\'t  believe  it  myself,  but  Rosemary, 
you  see.  is  exjx-cting  a  baby." 


By  Margaret  \\  Iddemer 

I  learned  from  my  mother 

The  things  I  know  of  birds, 
For  they  would  call  their  songs  to  us 

And  she  would  know  the  words. 
"Scour  your  skillet;  the  rain  will  fill  it," 

The  robin  sang  for  rain, 
And  "Phoebe!  Come  back  to  me!" 
The  gray  birds  called  again. 

I  learned  from  my  mother 

The  things  I  know  of  flowers; 
How  four-o'clocks  told  sleepytime 

And  dandelions  the  hours, 
And  daisies  told  your  lover's  name 

And  was  he  serf  or  chief — 
And  where  to  find  the  clover  leaves 
With  luck  behind  each  leaf. 

I  learned  from  my  mother 

The  things  I  know  of  trees: 
How  poplar  leaves  turn  white  for 
rain 

And  aspens  fear  the  breeze, 
And  fruit  trees  from  their  flow'ring 
day 

Stand  round  or  pointed  tall 
To  show  the  shape  their  fruit 
shall  be 
When  fruit  comes  ripe  in  fall. 

In  all  the  things  the  books  can  say 

I  never  shall  be  wise, 
But  bird  and  tree  and  flower  bring 
back 

My  mother's  voice  and  eyes, 
Her  comfort  like  the  morning  sun, 

Her  quiet  like  the  rain — 
Still  in  all  lovely  country  things 
My  mother  comes  again. 

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I 


NO  MORE 
IEEPLESS  NIGHTS 

[  ;el  so  much 
>ir  since  I  no 
ii;r  have  to 
rdd  those  aw- 
u]  sleepless 
ijts!  My  'in- 
mia'  turned 
i);o  be  due  to 
ijein  in  the 
><e  I  drank. 
o,  switched  to 
)fuM  and  now 
< ;  8  hours  of 
si'ul  sleep  every  night." 

isleepless  nights,  due  to  "coffee 
jtes",  interfering  with  your  good 
»|';h?  .  .  .  Do  you  wake  up  in  the 
iiing,  feeling  tired  and  logy?  .  . . 
Hi,  try  a  switch  to  100%  caffein- 
■■  postum.  See  if  you  don't  enjoy 
natural  sleep  that  makes  you 
it  better  and  enjoy  life  more. 

[  NTIFIC  FACTS:  Both  coffee  and 
:  ontain  caffein.  And  caffein  is  a 
•  ■  that  acts  upon  the  brain  and 
i  ral  nervous  system.  Also  —  in 
t  jptible  persons  —  caffein  tends 
oduce  harmful  stomach  acidity, 
i  while  many  people  can  drink 
i  e  or  tea  without  ill-effect,  others 
rer  nervousness,  indigestion, 
jilessness.  But  POSTUM  contains 
:  affein  or  other  drug  —  nothing 
J  can  jjossibly  keep  you  awake! 

IE  THIS  TEST:  Give  up  coffee  — 
up  tea  —  drink  postum  exclu- 
ly  for  30  days — and  judge  by  re- 
ft Ask  your  grocer  today  for 
ANT  postum — A  Vigorous  Drink 
le  from  Healthful  Wheat  and 
|n — 1 00%  caffein- free !  POSTUM  is 
•oduct  of  General  Foods. 


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"Oh,  hush,"  Ella  May  cried.  "I  don't 
want  to  hear  about  it!" 

It  was  true,  and  Walter  had  known  it,  she 
saw  in  a  single  blinding  revelation.  But  he 
would  have  run  away  just  the  same,  except 
that  he  had  stayed  to  see  her. 

"As  Walter's  parents  we  feel  we  must  do 
what  we  can  now  to  make  the  marriage  a  suc- 
cess," Mrs.  Norris  stumbled  on.  "But  we  are 
concerned  for  you,  of  course  " 

Her  concern  did  not  keep  her  from  letting 
Rosemary  move  in  right  next  door,  Ella  May 
thought.  Though  what  difference  did  it  make 
where  Rosemary  lived  ?  Rosemary  had  noth- 
ing to  worry  about  now.  She  would  be  ac- 
cepted into  the  Norris  family;  the  Norrises 
would  now  give  her  all  the  kindness  that 
they  had  given  to  Ella  May  when  Walter 
was  engaged  to  her. 

"Walter  has  promised  to  go  back  to  the 
bank,"  Mrs.  Norris  said.  "He  seems  will- 
ing and  eager  to  do  anything  .  .  .  anything 
at  all." 

Oh,  Walter,  Ella  May  thought.  Oh,  Walter. 

In  the  sitting  room  after  supper  she  told 
her  family  that  she  had  a  position  in  the 
Marystown  school.  Her  news  did  not  receive 
the  startled  response  that  she  had  expected 
it  would.  Mr.  Goodall,  after  a  brief  pause, 
said  that  it  was  a  good  idea  and  he  was 
proud  of  her. 

Mrs.  goodall  made  an  attempt  to  be  cheer- 
ful. "Teaching  a  country  school  is  a  very  re- 
warding experience.  The  pupils  depend  on 
their  teacher  for  so  much.  The  little  boys  ad- 
mire her  and  the  little  girls  imitate  every- 
thing she  does." 

Ella  May  laughed  disdainfully. 

"Why  is  it  that  everyone  in  our  family 
teaches  school?"  Carrie  complained.  "One 
thing  sure,  I'm  never  going  to  be  a  school- 
teacher." 

Ella  May  looked  at  Carrie.  With  her 
pert  nose  and  her  warm  brown  eyes  and  her 
dimples,  Carrie  was  growing  very  pretty. 

"What's  that  you  have  on?"  Ella 
May  demanded  suddenly. 

Carrie's  hands  flew  to  her  neck,  around 
which  was  tied  a  bright  spangled  scarf. 
"It's  mine  now,"  she  said.  "You  threw  it 
away." 

"I  did  not,"  Ella  May  said.  She  seized 
Carrie  and  pulled  off  the  scarf,  not  very 
gently.  "You  little  thief!"  she  cried,  shak- 
ing Carrie  vigorously. 

"I'm  not  a  thief." 

"  Yes,  you  are." 

"You're  a  hateful  mean  old  thing,  that's 
what  you  are!"  Carrie  shrieked. 

Ella  May  let  Carrie  go.  So  that's  what 
she  was  getting  to  be — a  hateful  mean  old 
thing. 

She  threw  the  scarf  at  Carrie  and  fled  up- 
stairs. She  locked  the  door  of  her  room,  and 
the  sound  of  the  turning  key  reminded  her  of 
how  Lizzie  had  locked  her  door,  and  how 
easy  Ella  May  had  believed  it  then  to  be 
happy.  She  put  her  hands  over  her  face  and 
said,  "Mamma,  help  me." 

Despair  overwhelmed  her.  People  say  that 
you  get  over  this,  she  thought,  but  I  don't  be- 
lieve I'll  ever  get  over  it. 

She  could  almost  feel  the  tearing  inside 
her,  tearing,  as  she  thrust  something  out. 

But  it  could  have  been  different,  she  thought. 
/  know  it  could  have  been  different. 

But  it  wasn't.  It  was  this  way,  now  and 
fcrevermore.  Walter  was  lost  to  her.  He 
hadn't  been  strong  enough  to  make  it  hap- 
pen the  other  way,  and  she  hadn't  been 
strong  enough  either. 

And  so  now  she  had  to  let  go.  She  had  to 
let  go  to  the  way  it  might  have  been.  Other- 
wise it  would  be  with  her  always,  like  a  sick- 
ness, spoiling  what  she  could  make  of  the 
future. 

She  would  be  a  good  teacher.  She  would 
do  her  best.  And  somehow,  somewhere,  at 
some  time  in  the  future  there  would  be 
someone  else  for  her  to  love.  She  went 
quickly  to  the  door  and  turned  the  key  so 
that  Sophie  would  not  feel  it  locked  against 
her. 

But  nothing  will  ever  be  the  same  again,  her 
heart  made  its  final  protest;  and  in  that  her 
heart  spoke  her  true,  for  it  never  was. 

THE  END 


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179 


Esme  decides  what  she  wants  for  the  day  and  says  so  in  lucid  Siamese. 
She  will  not  welcome  spring  in  the  quiet  garden  until  the  mud  dries  out. 


D'ari 
of 


Domesticity 


By  GLADYS  T A  it  Eli 


IERE  is  a  softness  in  the  air  now,  al- 
;hough  nights  can  be  pretty  cold. 
Every  morning  when  I  wake  up,  I 
want  to  shut  off  the  furnace;  every 
|ng  I  wonder  if  that  was  a  wise  move. 
I  annot  really  expect  to  retire  the  fur- 
i  until  the  first  of  May.  "On  and  off,  on 
pff,"  says  George  as  he  carries  out  the 
;;  "better  not  turn  it  off  too  soon." 
lie  little  Franklin  stove  in  the  down- 
|;  bedroom  burns  with  a  bright  small 
land  the  two  fireplaces  in  the  living 
lis,  plus  the  old  black  kitchen  range, 
heat  the  downstairs  very  well.  But 
|i  we  sally  upstairs  for  a  bath,  I  know 
ihow  the  Finns  feel  when  they  rush 
!  their  steam  baths  to  a  snowbank. 
ie  twelfth  is  my  birthday, 'and  I  am 
I  it  comes  in  April,  for  I  feel  as  young  as 
cus  this  month,  with  the  exciting  scud 
mds  in  such  a  blue  young  sky,  with  the 
i  greening  in  the  bright  sun,  with 
ing  due  to  begin  any  day!  It  takes 
I  than  a  birthday  to  bother  me  as  I 
j  out  after  breakfast  to  walk  in  the  gar- 
isnd  see  if  the  mud  isn't  dried  out. 
I  hen  the  frost  works  out,  the  earth 
>fter  than  fresh  butter,  and  as  the 
go  into  the  house,  they  bring  half  of 
lecticut  in  with  them.  The  cockers' 
'are  a  special  problem,  and  we  are  al- 
>  dipping  them  in  a  small  pan  of  suds  to 
nost  of  the  mud  out. 
e  use  a  cellulose  sponge  for  the  dog 
s,  and  pour  the  shampoo  on,  then 
eze  and  dip.  The  result  is  a  lovely 
ishy  suds  that  works  in  easily  and 
I  out  nicely.  We  keep  a  boxful  of  worn 
.  towels  for  the  dogs  and  always  towel 
i  vigorously.  To  date,  after  thousands 
iths,  no  dog  has  ever  caught  a  cold, 
ie  dogs  came  through  the  winter  beau- 
ly,  and  we  lay  part  of  it  to  Doctor 
tney's  advice  to  add  suet  to  the  food, 
pas  a  standing  order  for  fresh  suet,  and 
it  into  bite-size  pieces  and  adds  it  to 
[regular  food. 

loung  Flyer  takes  after  his  papa,  Night 
ta",  and  eats  everything  he  can  find.  If 

dog  so  much  as  raises  a  muzzle  from 
Ipan,  Young  Flyer  snaps  into  business 

cleans  the  pan  instantly.  Flyer  Senior 


is  the  eatingest  dog  we  have  had  since 
Rip  died. 

When  I  am  sitting  by  the  fire  in  the 
evening  reading,  Flyer  sits  right  beside  me, 
and  as  I  cut  my  apple  into  slices,  one  slice 
goes  to  him  and  one  to  me.  Somehow' it  is  so 
companionable  to  have  a  nice  black  cocker 
eating  an  apple  with  me.  He  will  also  eat 
grapes,  melon,  pears.  In  fact,  the  only  thing 
he  does  not  care  for  is  a  dill  pickle. 

Maeve,  on  the  other  hand,  is  a  feeding 
problem.  She  has  to  be  coaxed  and  pleaded 
with  to  eat  enough  just  to  keep  her  ribs 
covered.  The  truth  is,  every  dog  is  an  indi- 
vidual, and  the  sooner  you  adjust  to  that, 
the  better  off  you  are.  Cats  too.  Esme  de- 
cides what  she  wants  for  the  day  and  says 
so  in  clear  and  lucid  Siamese.  Last  week  she 
refused  her  breakfast  and  dinner,  but 
thoughtfully  ate  an  entire  veal  cutlet  which 
was  left  on  the  stove  while  we  were  out  in- 
specting the  garden.  She  felt  like  veal  that 
day !  Tigger  would  eat  anything  put  in  his 
dish;  he  was  a  sound  trencherman. 

In  spite  of  the  mud  being  tracked  in,  we 
do  spring  cleaning  before  the  children  get 
home  for  Easter. 

Don,  the  youngest,  graduates  from  uni- 
versity this  June,  but  I  am  glad  to  say  that 
they  all  still  like  the  same  Easter  things.  We 
have  colored  eggs,  and  rabbits  with  cotton 
carrots  in  their  paws,  and  yellow  chicks, 
and  chocolate  bunnies  and  eggs.  We  have 
baskets  filled  with  green  nesting  tissue  to 
hold  gumdrop  eggs.  I  love  to  dye  eggs  and 
fill  a  milk-glass  bowl  with  purple  and 
emerald  and  ruby  eggs.  The  next  day  they 
are  all  eaten  up,  along  with  all  the  chocolate 
rabbits  and  chicks. 

We  do  not  have  the  poor  little  dead 
stuffed  ducks  and  chicks.  When  I  was  little, 
someone  once  gave  me  a  pair  for  Easter  and 
I  remember  how  I  cried  at  the  poor  little 
stiff  things.  Mamma  put  them  away;  she 
wouldn't  have  them  around  either. 

For  Easter  dinner,  we  have  traditional 
ham.  Thickly  studded  with  cloves,  patted 
with  dark  brown  sugar  and  baked  to  a  deep 
glaze.  Or  sometimes  we  use  crushed  pine- 
apple or  wild  grape  jelly  for  the  glaze. 

I  like  sweet-potato  balls  with  this.  They 
are  delicious,  and  also  they  are  good  in  this 


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part  of  the  country,  where  sweet  potatoes  are 
seldom  as  fine  in  texture  and  rich  as  in  the 
South.  I  add  1 ,  cup  pineapple  juice  to  2  cups 
hot  mashed  sweet  potatoes,  beat  until 
smooth,  and  form  into  balls  about  the  size  of 
a  small  egg.  I  roll  the  balls  in  crushed  corn 
flakes,  put  them  in  a  shallow  pan  and  bake 
them  for  25  minutes  in  a  moderate,  350°  F., 
oven.  They  are  even  better  fried  in  deep  fat, 
but  that  does  add  calories. 

At  the  moment,  since  I'm  dieting,  I  can 
eat  none  of  this,  but  it  is  still  fun  to  cook. 
The  dieter's  version  of  this  dinner  goes  as  fol- 
lows: One  slice  of  ham.  without  the  delicious 
glaze.  One  large  helping  of  the  beans.  Then 
while  everyone  else  eats  more  ham  and  more 
sweet-potato  balls,  I  get  more  beans.  For 
dessert,  I  have  a  dish  of  the  fruit  with  2 
tablespoons  of  top  milk  for  dressing. 

Jill  and  I  began  to  diet  together,  and  as  I 
full  well  knew  she  would,  she  at  once  lost  five 
pounds.  On  the  amount  of  food  that  I  can 
safely  eat,  she  would  vanish  right  away  into  a 
shade. 

I  do  not  find  dieting  a  jolly  game  the  way 
my  book  says  I  should.  But  there  is  a  furtive 
excitement  after  a  couple  of  weeks  in  outwit- 
ting the  calorie  count  and  finding  you  have 
undercut  yourself  ten  calories!  There  is  an 
art  to  dieting.  It  is  better,  for  instance,  to  use 
up  your  calories  in  things  that  give  you  a 
temporary  feeling  of  having  dined  well. 
Cabbage  is  my  dearest  friend  at  such  a  time, 
for  if  it  is  steamed  instead  of  boiled,  it  does 
without  butter  and  you  can  eat  a  man-size 
helping.  Also  cooking  vegetables  with  a  little 
bouillon  for  seasoning  instead  of  butter  is  a 
help.  Raw-fruit  and  vege- 
table salads  and  ■bjjjjbjbbjbjbj 
I  learned  from  Louella  that 
cottage  cheese  thinned 
with  fruit  juice  makes  a 
good  salad  dressing.  I  thin 
it  with  tomato  juice  for  a 
vegetable  salad. 

For  my  birthday.  I  pre- 
sent myself  with  the  kind  ■■■■■■■■■ 
of  dish  I   like.  This  is 
Smiley  Burnette's  Lobster  Casserole  Su- 
preme. 

Into  a  buttered  casserole  goes  a  layer  of 
crumbled  potato  chips  (yes.  eighty  is  100 
calories),  then  1  ■>  inch  canned  cream  of  mush- 
room soup.  Then  a  layer  of  mushrooms 
sauteed  in  butter.  Next  a  layer  of  chopped 
lobster,  which  may  be  either  fresh-cooked  or 
canned.  Then  the  rest  of  the  mushroom 
soup,  then  a  layer  of  chopped  green  peppers 
sauteed  in  butter.  Then  more  crumbled 
potato  chips.  This  bakes  40  minutes  at  350° 
and  might  serve  four,  but  not  when  I  am  one 
of  them,  just  off  a  diet  for  one  day. 

Housework  is  supposed  to  be  a  sedentary 
occupation,  but  whoever  supposes  so  never 
was  a  houseworker.  At  least  it  isn't  at  Still- 
meadow.  What  with  the  kennels  and  the 
garden  and  the  line  for  the  washing  being  a 
block  away  in  the  back  yard,  and  the  wood 
for  the  fire  out  in  the  woodshed  part  of  the 
barn,  there  isn't  much  sedentary  about  it. 
Also,  if  we  do  sit  down,  there  is  always  some 
cocker  or  Maeve  who  decides  to  be  on  the 
other  side  of  the  door  from  where  she  or  he  is. 

Every  day  now.  we  also  go  down  to  look 
hopefully  at  the  new  pool.  This  we  began  last 
fall,  spurred  on  by  George  Bennet,  because 
farm  ponds  are  such  a  fine  feature  for  wild- 
life conservation,  help  the  land  generally,  and 
are  fire-prevention  aids.  The  conservation 
bureau  sent  a  beautiful  young  man  to  talk  to 
eight  of  the  neighbors  about  building  farm 
ponds.  It  all  sounded  so  simple  when  the 
beautiful  young  man  described  it.  You  waved 
a  wand,  we  thought,  and  there  was  a  lovely 
pool,  teeming  with  lish.  flocking  with  birds, 
and  replete  with  blooms  on  the  banks. 

Ensued  a  terrific  battle  Our  trouble  was 
that  the  place  we  wanted  a  rxxil  already  had 
water  from  an  old  disheartened  brook.  W ater. 
it  seems,  complicates  the  making  of  a  p<x)l. 
First  the  great  steam  shovel  gets  sunk  in  the 
mud.  Then  it  takes  two  pumps  going  like 
mad  to  keep  the  water  down  while  the  shovel 
gets  going  again  Then  all  the  dirt  that  comes 
sludging  up  is  so  water-filled  that  it  Hows 
right  back  down  again,  and  there  you  are 
with  one  low  steam  shovel,  a  couple  of  mel- 


■1  People  are  of  two  main 
kinds:  Those  who  regard 
mankind  as  "u  Little  lower 
ill. in  the  angels,"  and  those 
who  regard  it  as  little  higher 
than  the  a  pes. 


ancholy  bulldozers  idle  on  the  slope  andjfl 
old  disheartened  brook  wildly  flowing  irjfl 

directions. 

Also,  I  was  completely  unnerved  by"|fl 
sight  of  that  mammoth  scoop  chewingM 
whole  trees  and  mashing  the  thicket  fl 
shredded-wheat  effects.  George  took  a  dilrvl 
ent  view.  Gloomily  he  said.  "That  loanal 
there  came  from  my  upper  fields.  ThH 
where  it  all  is!" 

Eventually  great  hunks  of  earth  heaveqB 
and  sprawled  to  the  sky.  Then  it  all  had  t(B* 
left  to  season  and  drain.  The  prehistoHl 
Ux)king  monsters  lumbered  down  the  rcH 
accompanied  by  high  hysterics  on  the  parfl 
the  cockers.  The  world,  paraphrasing  ThorH 
Gray,  was  left  to  darkness  and  to  us.  iH 
there  was  undeniably  water.  Maeve  wt  \ 
down  and  proved  it.  , 

Months  later,  another  conservation  rrfl 

appeared  with  a  catalogue  of  shrubs  aV 
bushes  with  which  to  encourage  wild  lifeH 
our  pool  shores.  He  went  down  to  look  aH 
stood  with  a  dazed  expression  on  his  fa| 
Finally  he  spoke. 

"Well,"  he  said,  "you  sure  have  a  b 
amphitheater  here!" 

Then  I  knew  it  looked  just  like  the  pi 
where  they  used  to  give  the  Greek  playsj 

Virginia.  Possibly  we  ought  to   Bui 

spoke  the  candid  truth.  "We  love  the  « 
life."  I  said,  "but  I  want  to  swim  in  t 
pool." 

He  did  a  little  figuring  on  a  piece  of  par 
Then  he  said.  "You  have  about  two  hi 
dred  thousand  gallons  of  water  in  this  hoi 
At  this  point.  Dorot 
BjBjBjBBSBBBBBfjBBi  and  Yal  gave  us  a  life  p 
server  for  Christmas, 
beled  S.  S.  Stillmeado' 
Our  Woodbury  Rod 
Gun  Club  has  done  a  gi 
deal  for  wild  life,  qu 
aside  from  our  poi 
George  Bennet  has 
■BjsjBjjBjsjjBBjBj  whole  shell  of  bottles  till 
with  berries  from  shru 
and  trees  which  the  birds  can  feed  on 
winter,  and  the  club  gives  landowners  su 
plies  of  these  to  set  out.  There  are  bla«! 
alder,  barberry,  hawthorn,  wild  bush  ros 
and  many  others.  Then  for  other  than  bin 
there  are  the  Chinese  chestnuts,  hazelnut 
walnuts.  I  like  to  think  that  in  future  yeai 
Connecticut  will  be  a  kind  of  paradise  di 
to  the  efforts  of  people  like  Mr.  Bennt! 
Even  the  laziest  landowner  pries  up  tl 
rocks  and  plants  things  after  George  I 
had  a  little  talk  about  the  good  of  the  cou  i 
tryside. 

We  said  we  would  plant  anything  the  bir 
wanted  or  the  rabbits  or  deer  would  coi 
sider.  Anything,  said  Jill,  that  we  don't  ha 
to  mow.  We  already  have  an  acre  of  lawn 
mow  and  that,  she  feels,  is  that. 

So  George  is  giving  us  flowering  crabs  ai 
some  of  the  new  type  of  hazelnuts,  and  t 
conservation  bureau  provided  Tartari; 
honeysuckle,  high-bush  cranberry  and  mult 
flora  roses.  The  roses  will  make,  in  time, 
hedge  that  even  the  cows  can't  con- 
through;  in  fact,  the  man  said,  nothing  coul 
get  through  one  of  those  hedges.  I  like  th 
idea,  because  just  as"  I  am  in  the  middle  of 
swim.  I  do  not  want  a  cow  to  fall  in  the 
beside  me. 

I  can  hardly  wait  for  the  water  to  be  wan 
enough  for  the  first  swim.  It  is  like  a  mirac 
to  look  out  the  window  and  see  the  sky  « 
fleeted  in  the  clear  water.  The  conservatii 
man  says  these  farm  ponds  are  the  bigg« 
service  the  Government  can  give  to  the  lane 
but  I  think  that  is  quite  beside  the  beauty  c 
a  small  stretch  of  open  water. 

Honey  and  I  walk  out  in  the  cool  Apr 
dusk  and  look  at  it.  and  she  wags  a  slo\ 
happy  tail.  In  the  quiet  garden  the  whit 
tulips  are  budding,  and  the  white  grap 
hyacinth  is  out.  There  are  white  violets,  toe 
and  the  soft  blue  ones.  The  pansies  winter© 
over,  and  white  pansies  are  opening  thei 
delicatcl  leaves. 

The  world  is  being  born  all  over  again,  a 

Kastel  comes;  this  is  the  season  of  ho|)C  am 

faith  and  love.  A  very  wonderful  world  to 
in  on  a  blue  April  evening,  savs  Hora-y  as 
turn  back  to  the  house  ill  I-  I 


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It's  a  pretty  good  sign,  when  you  see  a  pram 
parade  lined  up  outside  a  store,  that  mothers 
are  inside  doing  a  smart  bit  of  shopping.  And 
we  blush  with  pride,  because  so  many  of  these 
mothers  choose  A&P  as  the  place  to  stretch 
those  slim,  just-getting-started  household 
budgets. 

They  keep  us  on  our  toes,  too,  providing  a 


big  variety  of  "nothing  but  the  best"  for  Joe 
and  the  babies.  Take  eggs,  for  instance.  We're 
as  fussy  as  all  get  out  about  them.  We  get  them 
direct  from  the  farms,  candle  and  grade  each 
egg  ourselves,  race  them  to  our  stores  fresh  as 
fresh  can  be,  and  we  still  manage  to  keep  the 
prices  sensible.  That's  one  of  dozens  of  ways 
we  help  Mom  serve  better  food  for  less  money. 


Yes,  better  food  for  less  money:  that's  the 
A&P  story.  We  believe  in  it  and  we  practice  it. 
We  think  you'll  benefit  by  it  at  your  house.  We 
suggest  that  you  read  the  weekly  A&P  news- 
paper advertisements,  or  better  yet,  come  to 
your  neighborly  A&P  Super  Market  for  first- 
hand proof.  The  whole  idea  back  of  A&P  is 
to  simplify  YOUR  food  problems. 


LOW  PROFIT  MEANS 
MORE  FOOD  FOR  YOUR  MONEY 


When  you  spend  $1  aUA&P 


nore  than  98 y2i  of  it  1 
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loing  business.  Less  than  li/2(f 
s  A&P's  profit.  A&P  pioneered 
n  chis  low- profit 
nethod  of  food 
listribution  which 
lelps  America  eat 
setter. 


BABIES  ARE  SOME  OF  OUR 

BEST  CUSTOMERS 


Baby  foods  and  cereals  and  milk  for  formulas 
occupy  plenty  of  shelf  space  at  A&P.  We're  toddler 
coddlers,  and  why  not?  Today's  babies  grow  up  to 
be  enthusiastic  A&P  customers — for  nobody's  ever 
too  young  or  too  old  to  share  A&P  economies. 


VARIETY  HELPS  AMERICA  EAT  BETTER,  TOO 

There  are  over  2,400  budget-pleasing  items  in  an 
A&P  Super  Market.  It's  easy  to  plan  well-balanced 
diets  from  that  selection.  And  putting  this  wide 
variety  within  more  people's  reach  has  been  our  aim 
for  90  years. 


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SUPER  MARKETS 


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LADIES"  HOM 


E  JOURNAL 


A 


THE  LITTLE  PRINC  ESSES 

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started  and  already  shed  its  gloom  over  half 
the  country.  The  station  lights  had  all  gone 
out,  and  darkened  trains  were  already  taking 
off  the  young  men. 

When  I  arrived  at  Birkhall  I  found  the 
King  and  Queen  had  already  gone  south  in 
great  haste  the  night  before.  The  Honorable 
Mrs.  Geoffrey  Bowlby,  the  Queen's  lady  in 
waiting,  had  stayed  for  two  or  three  days  un- 
til such  time  as  I  could  get  there. 

The  two  little  girls  and  Alah  were  waiting 
for  me.  They  were  anxious  and  very  appre- 
hensive about  their  parents. 

"Why  had  mummie  and  papa  to  go  back. 
Crawfie?  Do  you  think  the  Germans  will 
come  and  get  them? "  Margaret  asked  me. 

I  remember  assuring  her  heartily  that  there 
wasn't  the  slightest  chance  of  it.  I  have  won- 
dered since  why  it  was  that  I  felt  so  absolutely 
confident,  but  I  did.  Lilibet  was  very  calm 


orange  juice  and  biscuits  for  the  little  girls. 
Then  we  used  to  catch  George,  the  pony,  and 
saddle  him  and  go  for  a  brisk  walk,  the  chil- 
0en  taking  it  in  turns  to  ride.  Everything 
smelled  good,  so  clean  and  sweet,  and  our 
feet  sank  deliciously  into  the  moss  on  either 
side  of  the  river. 

The  children  and  I  had  lunch  together 
with  Sir  Basil  Brooke,  who  was  in  charge  of 
the  household  up  there.  The  little  girls  were 
always  rather  sad,  missing  mummie  and 
papa,  and  conscious  of  the  empty  places. 

I  read  the  newspapers  to  the  children  after 
tea,  trying  as  far  as  possible  to  give  them 
some  idea  of  what  was  happening  without 
too  many  horrible  details.  Hitler  seemed  to 
be  marching  all  over  the  place,  and  I  remem- 
ber Lilibet  saying  anxiously:  "Oh,  dear, 
Crawfie,  I  hope  he  won't  come  over  here." 

MARCUS  ADAMS 


"I  have  met  lots  of  children,"  Crawfie  says,  "but  none 
with  so  much  character  at  so  young  an  age  as  Lilibet  had." 


and  helpful,  as  usual,  and  at  once  ranged  her- 
self on  the  side  of  law  and  order. 

"I  don't  think  people  should  talk  about 
battles  and  things  in  front  of  Margaret,"  she 
said.  "We  don't  want  to  upset  her." 

The  King  and  Queen  telephoned  through 
to  us  every  night  at  six  o'clock.  The  children 
waited  anxiously  for  the  telephone  bell  to 
ring.  Then  there  would  be  a  mad  rush.  The 
Queen  always  had  a  word  with  me  first.  I 
think  they  felt  it  very  keenly  that  at  this  dis- 
tressing time  the  family  had  to  be  separated. 
Both  the  Queen  and  the  King  were  most 
anxious  that  the  children  should  be  kept  as 
far  as  possible  away  from  it  all. 

"Stick  to  the  usual  program  as  far  as  you 
can,  Crawfie.  We  don't  know  what  is  com- 
ing, of  course,  but  carry  on  as  long  as  possi- 
ble, just  as  usual." 

Up  there  among  the  moors  and  heather  it 
was  easy  to  do  this.  The  heather  was  coming 
out,  and  the  moors  all  about  us  were  wine 
red  and  beautiful.  The  River  Muick  rippled 
merrily  through  the  gardens  just  as  usual  in 
those  lovely  autumn  days,  while  Poland  was 
being  overrun  and  the  "lights  were  going  out 
all  over  Europe." 

Up  here  in  the  Highlands  all  was  peace. 
The  curlews  called.  The  grouse  raised  its  fa- 
miliar old  cry.  "Go  back,  go  back,"  unhar- 
ried  for  once  by  the  guns  which  were  all  em- 
ployed elsewhere. 

There  was  now  no  mummie  anrl  papa  to 
visit  in  the  early  morning,  so  they  both  came 
to  me  very  punctually  at  half  past  nine.  We 
worked  until  eleven  o'clock,  then  had  our 
usual  break— coffee  and  biscuits  for  me, 


I  said  I  considered  it  unlikely,  but  if  he  did 
so,  no  doubt  he  would  be  dealt  with.  We  read 
of  sirens  sounding  in  London,  and  I  tried  to 
explain  what  they  were. 

We  had  just  been  reading  At  a  Solemn 
Musick,  by  Milton,  in  which  the  line  appears, 
"Blest  pair  of  sirens,  pledges  of  heaven's 
joy,"  and  I  had  some  difficulty  in  making 
them  realize  the  idea  wasn't  quite  the  same, 
and  this  was  a  new  kind  of  siren  entirely  un- 
blessed. We  all  laughed  a  great  deal  about  it. 

One  night  over  the  wireless  we  suddenly 
got  the  horrible  news  that  brought  us  slap 
up  against  reality.  A  grave  voice  regretfully 
announced  the  sinking  of  the  battleship 
Royal  Oak.  Being  a  seafaring  nation,  English 
children  know  their  ships  as  American  chil- 
dren their  film  stars.  We  were  continually 
studying  Jane's  Fighting  Ships,  which  is  a 
documentary  volume  with  a  full  and  de- 
tailed description  of  all  the  King's  ships,  and 
the  little  girls  took  a  personal  interest  in 
every  one  of  them.  Lilibet  jumped  horrified 
from  her  chair,  her  eyes  blazing  with  anger.  I 
can  still  hear  her  little  voice: 

"Crawfie.  it  can't  be!  All  those  nice  sail- 
ors." 

As  the  situation  worsened  it  was  no  longer 
possible  to  keep  things  from  them.  Sometimes 
tuning  in  on  the  radio  at  evening  we  would 
come  all  unawares  on  "I-ord  Haw  Haw,"  the 
infamous  Irishman,  William  Joyce,  later  ex- 
ecuted for  treason.  At  this  time  he  punctu- 
ally polluted  the  atmosphere  with  his  ver- 
biage. Most  of  Ins  efforts  were  greeted  by  the 
two  little  girls  with  peals  of  laughter,  but 
sometimes  when  he  was  more  than  usually 

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Mobile  Adam  Glass  &  Co. 

Montgomery  Tennille's 

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Phoenix  Dorris-Heyman 

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Washington  Mayer  &  Co. 

FLORIDA 

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Jacksonville  Sterchi  Bros. 

Orlando     Cox-O'Neal  Furniture  Co. 

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Dodge  City  Hulpieu  Miller.  Inc 
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MARYLAND 

Baltimore     Hochschild,  Kohn  &  Co. 

MASSACHUSETTS 

Fall  River- New  Bedford  Mason's 
Springfield     Forbes  &  Wallace,  Inc. 

Uxbridge  Barron  O'Rourke 

Worcester    .  .  .  Joseph  Grace.  Inc. 

MICHIGAN 

Battle  Creek,  Gusttse  &  SonsFurn.  Co. 
Detroit  .  .  .  .  Pringle  Furniture  Co. 

Flint  Reed's  Furniture  Co. 

Kalamazoo  National  Storage  Co. 
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Minneapolis  Bou tell  s 

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Brookhaven 

T.  H.  Perkins  Furniture  Co. 
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MISSOURI 

Cape  Girardeau 

Excelsior  Furniture  &  Music  Co. 

Joplin  Christian's 

St.  Louis  .  .  .  Craig  Furniture  Co. 
St.  Louis 

Scruggs-Vandervoort-Barney,  Inc. 
Springfield  Heer's,  Inc. 

MONTANA 

Great  Falls  Barber  Music- 
Standard  Furniture,  Inc. 

NEBRASKA 

Kearney,  Payne-Larson  Furniture  Co. 

Lincoln  Gold  &  Company 

Omaha  Orchard  &  Wilhelm 

NEVADA 

Reno  Sierra  Furniture  Co. 

NEW  HAMPSHIRE 

Manchester.  .  C.  A,  Hoitt  Co.,  Inc. 
Portsmouth  Margeson's 

NEW  JERSEY 

Newark  Hahne  &  Co. 

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Paterson  Bograd  Bros. 

Plainfield  Tepper  Bros. 

Westwood-Hackensack  Selvins 

NEW  MEXICO 

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NEW  YORK 

Albany  Mayfair.  Inc. 

Binghamton  The  Fair  Store 

Boonville  Clark  Layng 

Buffalo-Niagara  Falls 

Jos.  Mendleson,  Inc. 
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New  Rochelle       Neptune  Furniture 

New  York    Hathaway  s 

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Asheville  Morrison's.  Inc. 

Chapel  Hill  .  .  Ogburn  Furniture  Co. 
Charlotte 

Mecklenburg  Furn.  Shops,  Inc. 
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Kennedy  &  Dunn  Furniture  Co. 
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Fargo  luger  Furniture  Co 

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offensive  the  children  would  throw  books  and 
cushions  at  the  wireless  so  violently  I  had  to 
turn  it  off.  There  was  something  oddly  ar- 
resting about  that  dreadful  voice.  Some  eve- 
nings up  in  Scotland  it  was  almost  impossible 
to  get  away  from  it.  Wherever  you  tuned  in, 
there  he  was. 

As  far  as  the  lessons  were  concerned,  this 
was  an  interlude  I  was  glad  of.  There  were 
no  interruptions  during  those  quiet  days. 
The  children  were  never  called  away.  Sir 
Henry  Marten  set  Lilibet  history  papers, 
and  sent  her  up  notes.  She  wrote  essays  for 
him  which  I  posted  down  to  be  corrected. 

But  I  began  to  find  having  both  the  little 
girls  on  my  hands  for  lessons  all  the  time  was 
becoming  rather  much  for  me.  I  had  to  pre- 
pare, the  night  before,  lessons  for  two  chil- 
dren, both  of  different  ages,  both  extremely 
bright.  It  was  pretty  hard  work.  So  pres- 
ently I  got  Mrs.  Montaudon-Smith,  whom 
they  both  liked,  and  called  Monty,  to  come 
and  take  them  in  French.  We  rearranged  the 
school  programs  and  divided  the  time,  so 
that  I  could  take  each  child  for  a  little  while 
every  day  alone. 

Monty  was  very  keen  on  singing.  She 
taught  the  children  French  duets  which  they 
sang  together  so  charmingly.  This  was  ar- 
ranged and  practiced  to  be  a  surprise  for  papa 
and  mummie  when  they  were  all  together 
again. 

About  this  time  I  received  this  letter  from 
the  children's  grandmother: 

Badminton,  Glos. 

23rd  Nov.  1939. 
Dear  Miss  Crawford:  Thank  you  gratefully 
for  your  very  interesting  letter  which  gave  me 
the  information  I  was  longing  to  hear.  I  am  so 
glad  that  all  is  working  smoothly  and  well  and 
that  the  quiet  and  regular  lessons  are  having 
such  a  good  result.  It  is  splendid  to  hear  that 
the  dear  children  are  so  much  interested  in  their 
work  of  all  kinds  and  that  the  French  is  getting 
on  well  with  Mrs.  M.  Smith's  help.  When  I  saw 
Th.  Majesties  last,  they  felt  very  much  tempted 
to  get  their  daughters  home  again,  which  I  can 
understand,  tho'  for  them  Birkhall  at  this  mo- 
ment must  be  ideal.  Prss.  Elizabeth  wrote  me  a 
charming  letter  about  4  weeks  ago,  telling  me  of 
all  their  activities  and  of  their  work  for  the 
Red  X.  and  the  working  party.  My  help  at  any 
time  is  always  at  your  disposal  as  you  know. 
Thank  you  for  your  kind  enquiries.  I  am  well, 
but  I  feel  rather  cut  off  here  from  my  family 
and  from  my  usual  pursuits. 
Believe  me. 

Yours  very  sincerely, 


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We  organized  war  work.  Everyone  else 
was  occupied  in  some  way,  and  the  little  girls 
could  not  wait  to  do  their  share.  So  I  organ- 
ized a  large  sewing  party  to  meet  every 
Thursday  afternoon  in  the  schoolroom  at 
Birkhall. 

For  these  gatherings  Alah  was  hostess.  We 
gave  them  all  tea,  sandwiches,  drop  scones 
(a  sort  of  Scotch  pancake)  and  jam,  and 
fruitcake.  Rationing  and  shortages  had  not 
begun.  Later,  when  they  did,  everyone  had 
to  bring  her  own  sugar  with  her.  Some  of 
them  would  also  contribute  a  cake  or  a  bake 
of  scones. 

The  crofters'  wives,  farmers'  wives,  wives 
of  estate  employees  came.  Everyone  save  the 
residents  had  long  since  left. 

When  later  evacuees  from  Glasgow  were 
sent  out  to  the  village,  their  mothers  also 
joined  us.  The  King  opened  up  Craigowan, 
a  large  house  on  the  Balmoral  estate,  for 
evacuees,  where  they  lived  in  positively  ducal 
surroundings.  Alas,  very  few  appreciated  it. 
The  children  were  terrified  of  the  silence, 
scared  to  go  into  the  woods,  and  frightened 
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3  of  large  towns.  So  many  of  them  loved 
d  appreciated  it.  But  some  there  were 
r' wanted  to  take  the  next  bus  back  to 
ibow.  "Oh,  the  awful  quiet!"  they  said. 
iese  weekly  meetings  were  very  popular 
e  district.  Lilibet  and  Margaret  handed 
n  i  teacups  and  cake,  and  talked  away 
1  ily  to  the  various  women,  asking  fondly 
\  their  absent  sons  and  fathers.  They 
Dlayed  phonograph  records  for  the  sew- 
idies  on  an  old-fashioned  horn  phono- 
i  that  blared  so  loudly  we  had  already 
ix  scarfs  down  the  horn  to  try  to  deaden 
largaret's  favorite  tune  was  Gigli,  sing- 
7our  Tiny  Hand  is  Frozen,  which  was 
lishingly  apt  as  we  had  only  one  small 
stove  in  the  center  of  the  room,  and  the 
ler  was  very  chilly. 

erdeenshire  is  the  country  of  the  Gor- 
Highlanders,  one  of  the  crack  Scottish 
lents  who  wear  the  Gordon  kilt,  and 
of  them  are  recruited  there.  Already 
c  of  the  manses  and  farms  had  an  empty 
% .  One  by  one  the  gardeners  and  the 
t  :rs  began  to  disappear.  Weeds  sprang 
>  iere  before  no  weeds  had  been  seen.  The 
li'tnaids  would  sadly  tell  us  of  this  or  that 
i  relative  whisked  away.  Soon  out-of- 
I  one  old  man  would  be  doing  the  work  of 
^no  or  three  younger  ones  who  had  gone. 

(|e  of  the  things  the  children  loved  to  do 
il.o  go  to  the  nearby  Canadian  lumber 
1  which  had  been  opened  up  to  get  tim- 
I  >r  the  war  effort.  It  was  a  wonderful  or- 
i  ation,  like  an  entire  new  village  sprung 
ilitside  Ballater  on  the  King's  estate.  The 
i  ozers  never  ceased  to. fill  us  with  horror 
fascination,  tearing  .down  our  beloved 
|.  The  Canadians  would  pause  in  their 
to  grin  art  the  two  little  girls  on  their 
s.  Two  or  three  of  them  looked  rather 
d  Indians  to  us,  and  for  them  the  Prin- 
jfe  had  a  particularly  warm  spot  in  their 
|s  and  would  look  out  for  them, 
"ey  moved  hundreds  of  trees  a  day  and 
vld  them  up,  and  had  them  sent  off  to 
sbuth.  Meantime,  in  our  own  woods  at 
ifiall,  one  old  man  with  one  old  horse 
)ji  take  several  days  to  drag  out  one  old 
;|or  the  same  good  cause,  or  as  firewood 
rile  house. 

l'yond  an  occasional  trip  to  the  dentist 
)erdeen,  the  children  had  few  outings, 
mo  these  trips  took  on  the  air  of  great 
There  was  no  bombing  up  there.  We 
Sid  to  be  at  the  moment  in  a  different 
Aiore  peaceful  world. 


The  beautiful  autumn  days  passed  and 
brought  the  first  white  frosts  on  the  stubble 
fields.  The  hares,  golden  brown  all  summer, 
began  to  put  on  their  winter  coats  of  white. 
The  wild  geese  began  to  come  down  to  the 
rivers  and  streams  again.  We  had  to  begin  to 
think  about  Christmas,  but  not  with  the 
usual  pleasure  and  excitement,  as  none  of  us 
knew  what  was  going  to  happen. 

The  children  had  never  been  up  in  Scot- 
land so  late  before.  They  were  amazed  at  our 
north-country  frosts,  so  much  whiter  and 
heavier  than  the  southern  ones,  and  how  the 
whole  landscape  is  suddenly  transformed 
into  a  magic  fairyland  by  the  early  falls  of 
snow.  They  loved  the  frost  patterns  on  the 
morning  windows,  and  the  bright  sun  on  the 
white  landscapes. 

There  was  no  central  heating  in  our  bed- 
rooms at  Birkhall,  and  the  water  in  the  drink- 
ing carafes  was  often  frozen  hard,  together 
with  the  children's  sponges  and  washcloths, 
which  delighted  them  immensely.  They  were 
never  daunted  by  things  like  this  and  made 
nothing  at  all  of  discomforts. 

Just  before  Christmas  I  felt  we  should 
make  some  sort  of  preparation,  so  I  took 
them  to  Woolworth's  in  Aberdeen  where  we 
did  some  brisk  shopping  and  invested  in  the 
sixpenny  china  ornaments  and  brooches 
which  usually  made  the  bulk  of  their  Christ- 
mas shopping. 

The  children  had  to  go  to  the  dentist 
fairly  regularly.  Lilibet  had  to  wear  a  series 
of  rubber  bands,  which  meant  many  visits  to 
the  dentist  with  Alah. 

Lilibet  and  Margaret  joined  the  local  Girl 
Guides  company.  Meetings  took  place  in  the 
Village  Hall.  We  arranged  hikes  and  tea  par- 
ties and  outings,  bringing  in  the  evacuees.  All 
this  helped  to  keep  the  children  from  missing 
their  parents  too  much.  We  still  did  not  know 
whether  we  would  be  marooned  in  Scotland 
over  Christmas  or  not,  so  I  thought  we  had 
best  make  plans.  It  snowed,  which  seemed  to 
make  Christmas  very  near. 

The  children  from  Balmoral  Village,  about 
nine  miles  off,  and  the  children  from  Birk- 
hall School  who  formed  the  Guide  company, 
were  getting  up  a  Christmas  play  called  The 
Christmas  Child.  It  was  a  rather  unusual 
little  play  that  Mrs.  Ross,  the  factor  or 
bailiff's  wife,  had  come  across  in  a  book.  She 
was  most  enthusiastic  when  1  suggested  the 
two  Princesses  should  take  part. 

We  had  great  fun  after  that,  giving  her  a 
hand  with  the  scenery  and  preparations. 
One  day  we  all  motored  the  nine  miles  to 


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Balmoral  to  get  lumber  to  make  the  scenery. 
Lilibet's  delight  when  she  heard  she  had 
been  chosen  to  be  one  of  the  Three  Kings 
was  very  charming  to  see.  Margaret  was  to 
be  the  Christmas  Child.  We  all  helped  with 
the  costumes.  Margaret  and  I  undertook  to 
make  the  Kings'  crowns,  which  was  a  bit  of 
a  problem.  We  cut  them  out  of  cardboard 
and  painted  them,  made  holes  for  the  jew- 
els and  covered  cotton  wool  with  colored 
cellophane.  The  result  was  very  fine  and 
imposing. 

Rehearsals  filled  up  most  of  the  day  now. 
for  holidays  from  lessons  had  begun.  Poor 
Sir  Basil  Brooke,  who  was  in  charge  of  Birk- 
hall  at  that  time,  got  very  tired  of  hearing 
all  our  parts.  Sir  Basil  Brooke  was  an  ad- 
miral, about  sixty.  He  had  known  the  King 
from  a  boy  and  became  his  Controller  of  the 
Household  at  145  Piccadilly.  When  we 
moved  to  the  palace  he  became  the  Queen's 
Treasurer.  He  had  charge  of  household 
finances  and  paid  the  Queen's  bills  for  her. 

Just  as  everyone  was  becoming  word- 
perfect  and  excitement  was  at  fever  pitch, 
one  of  the  village  children  developed  mumps. 
That  was  the  end  of  the  Christmas  play. 

I  tried  to  comfort  the  thwarted  actresses: 
"Never  mind.  We'll  do  it  ourselves  one  day 
instead." 

Various  people  came  up  for  week  ends 
while  we  were  in  Scotland,  and  we  had  great 
fun  with  them.  I  still 


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have  rather  a  touch- 
ing letter  written  me 
by  one  of  them  thank- 
ing me  for  my  kind- 
ness and  patience — 
for  he  was  an  old  man 
at  the  time,  devoted 
to  Lilibet.  and  I  re- 
member him  watch- 
ing her  and  remark- 
ing, "There  is  Eng- 
land's future  hope." 

But  he  was  fright- 
enedof  Margaret.  Old 
men  often  were.  She 
had  too  witty  a  tongue 
and  too  sharp  a  way 
with  her.  and  I  think 
they  one  and  all  felt 
they  would  probably 
be  the  next  on  her  list 
of  caricatures ! 

Poor  little  Margaret.  This  misunderstand- 
ing of  her  lighthearted  fun  and  frolics  was 
often  to  get  her  into  trouble  long  after  school- 
room days  were  done.  She  is  far  too  individ- 
ual, far  too  quick-witted  for  the  state  of  life 
to  which  it  has  pleased  God  to  call  her.  She 
has  great  gifts,  and  genius  must  always  be  a 
little  uncomfortable  at  court.  She  could  have 
made  a  name  for  herself  as  an  artist,  a  singer, 
a  dancer. 

Like  all  young  girls,  she  went  through  a 
phase  when  she  could  be  extremely  tiresome. 
She  would  dawdle  over  her  dressing,  pleased 
to  know  she  kept  us  waiting.  I  cured  her  of 
this  foible  by  going  off  with  Lilibet  and  the 
pony  and  leaving  her  behind. 

Sometimes  in  the  evening  we  had  cinema 
shows  in  the  schoolroom.  There  was  a  man  in 
the  village  who  had  a  movie  projector  and  a 
lot  of  old  films  of  Charley  Chaplin  and  Laurel 
and  Hardy.  Sir  Basil  Brooke  and  I  got  hold 
of  him  and  arranged  for  an  occasional  eve- 
ning's show.  All  the  staff  came,  and  anyone 
else  who  cared  to. 

At  the  end  of  these  performances  we  fre- 
quently had  another,  when  Alah  would  try' 
to  get  Margaret  to  bed.  Margaret  would 
bounce  on  the  sofa,  and  dodge  Alah  round 
chairs,  while  I  talked  to  the  guests,  watching 
all  this  out  of  a  corner  of  my  eye.  When  the 
business  Ux>ked  like  getting  out  of  hand  I 
would  fix  Margaret  with  a  certain  stony 
look,  take  her  arm  and  walk  her  to  the  dtx>r. 
saying.  "Go  to  bed!"  Margaret  usually  went 
then,  quietly. 

Under  all  hCf  pranks  and  tricks  she  had 
the  softest  heart  It  is  her  misfortune  now 
that  the  ordinary  exploits  of  adolescence,  the 
natural  life  of  a  healthy  and  vivacious  girl, 
in  her  cam-  make  newspaix-r  paragraphs,  m- 
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One  of  the  people  who  came  up  to  sta\ 
that  time  was  Sir  Richard  Molyneux.  H 
one  of  the  four  or  five  people  still  living  \\ 
took  part  in  the  famous  charge  at 
man.  in  the  Sudan  campaign.  Mr.  Chu 
is  one  of  the  others.  The  children  were  ne 
tired  of  hearing  how.  when  Sir  Richard  I 
wounded,  a  piece  of  skin  was  taken  from  ] 
Churchill's  thigh,  and  grafted  onto  Sir  Rl 
ard's  hand.  He  used  to  show  it  to  them  bij 
with  considerable  pride. 

Christmas  drew  nearer,  that  first  Chr,. 
mas  of  the  war  none  of  us  will  ever  fori 
There  was  still  no  definite  news  of  what 
to  happen  to  us.  and  whether  the  child 
would  be  allowed  to  go  south  or  not.  If  tl 
remained  in  Scotland.  I  knew  I  must  give 
any  hopes  of  spending  Christmas  at  my 
home. 

Then,  on  December  eighteenth,  the  ti 
phone  rang.  I  picked  up  the  receiver,  and 
heart  gave  a  great  thump,  for  I  heard 
Queen's  voice.  It  sounded,  in  that  momt 
quite  bright  and  gay  and  young  again. 

"Crawfie!  All's  well.  We're  going  to  s 
Christmas  at  Sandringham  as  usual 
There  were  shouts  of  joy  from  the  chil 
"And  you."  the  Queen  continued 
home,  and  join  us  later." 
There  were  shouts  of  joy  from  Cra 
Then  we  all  kissed  very  fondly  and  t 
said,  "You  will  come.  You  will  come.  w< 
you.  as  soon  as  mi 
mie  wants  you?" 

The  royal  far 
went  to  Sandringt 
and  had  as  happ 
Christmas  there 
they  could  have.  1 
was  during  the  per 
of  the  "phony 
when  nothing 
happening.  T 
stayed  at  San ' 
ham  until  the 
of  February, 
was  rather  lon4 
than  usual,  with 
King  and  Queen 
ing  down  to  Lo 
the  children  ir 
ing  there. 

Having  Chris 
at  Sandringham 
a  piece  of  conn 
that  has  been  overlooked,  for  Sandringh 
is  on  the  east  coast,  very  handy  for  I 
bombs.  To  date  none  had  fallen,  but  there 
no  guaranty  they  would  not  come.  After 
collapse  of  Poland  the  phony  war  was  in 
swing,  but  all  the  air  was  full  of  an  unpleas 
sensation  of  waiting  for  worse  to  come. 

The  Christmas  routine  at  Sandringh 
was  the  same  year  after  year.  The  child 
would  have  resented  any  change  in  it.  a- 
old  they  had  objected  to  my  altering  a  w 
of  a  familiar  story.  The  Christmas  tree 
always  lit  on  Christmas  Eve— a  cust 
which  I  believe  came  from  German 
Christmas  dinner  being  the  high  spot 
Christmas  Day. 

Everyone  had  his  own  table  with  his  pi 
ents  laid  out.  The  housekeeper  has  found  I 
beforehand  what  the  maids  hoped  for, 
steward  has  done  the  same  for  the  mense 
ants.  The  King  and  Queen  shook  hands  w 
every  member  of  their  staff  after  the  pr 
giving.  Before  the  war.  the  household 
whatever  they  had  wished  for. 

The  next-to-last  paragraph  of  a  letter  w 
ten  me  after  the  1940  Christmas  hoik 
mentions  Philip: 


By  Elizabeth-Ellen  Long 

While  boys  and  girls  lie  dreaming 

In  cities  and  on  farms 
The  sea  is  rocking  stars  to  sleep 
In  her  old  dark  arms, 

Rocking  drowsy  stars  to  sleep 

And  a  tired  moon,  too, 
With  lullabies  already  old 
When  the  world  was  new! 

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14th  Jan  IS 

Dim  Crawfir:  I  hope  you  lire  very  well  H 
you  Im  en  skating  at  all? 

Did  I  tell  you  that  I  had  :i  new  pony?  I 
railed  Pussyfoot  and  Used  to  IxlonK  to  G« 
Lasccllcs.  Owen  seems  to  approve  of  it  *>  lei 
hope  it  will  Im   more  of  a  surrrss  than  I 
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xcessive  perspiration  and  aids 
•  enting  Athlete's  Foot.  lit. 


SEVERE  BUNIONS 


holts  Bunion  Reducer,  of  soft 
t,  telieves  pain  fiom  shoe 
ire,  hides  the  bulge,  helps 
'e  shape  of  shoe.  lit  each. 
r  Bunion  Protector,  Hi  each. 


ATHLETE'S  FOOT 


holt's  Solvex  relieves  itching 
nd  toes;  kills  fungi  it  con- 
helps  heal  red,  raw,  cracked, 
ig  skin  of  Athlete's  Foot. 
I,  Powder  or  Ointment,  60t. 


tf 


RELIEF— PROTECTION 


holt's  Kurotex,  soft,  soothing, 
>ning,  protective  foot  plaster, 
■s  shoe  friction  and  pressure 
rns,  callouses,  bunions,  ten- 
ots  on  feet  and  toes.  Cuts  to 
ze  and  shape.  iOt. 


he 


I  wonder  how  poor  Monty  is  getting  on  in  js' 
London.  Perhaps  Onslow  Gardens  was  burnt  ne 
down  on  that  bad  night !  We  cannot  get  over 
how  quiet  it  is  here;  after  Windsor  it  is  like 
heaven;  we  never  hear  sirens  or  guns  but  there 
are  plenty  of  (Bofors)  boys  hanging  around.  :'e 

I  had  a  Christmas  card  from  the  Bofors  boys  I 
at  Windsor,  only  they  were  called  the  "some- as 
thing,  something  Light  Anti-Aircraft  Battery,  ay 
R.A."  in 

Papa  told  me  yesterday  that  he  had  not  sent  „_ 
off  Philip's  Christmas  card  yet!  I  was  rather^ 
disappointed  but  as  long  as  he  gets  it  I  don't 
mind. 

I  do  hope  you  will  write  soon.  Hoping  this3™" 
finds  you  well,  Margaret  sends  her  love.  ort 
Love  from  ind 

i  be 
tt  a 


XJJUt 


This  was  to  be  the  last  of  the  familial  at 
Christmases  for  some  time,  but  no  one  knevvou 
it  then.  tie, 
"Perhaps  we  were  too  happy,"  Lilibened 
wrote  me  in  one  of  her  letters,  and  afterward  to 
when  we  were  all  together  again  she  saicing 
wistfully,  "I  kept  thinking  of  those  sailorseek 
Crawfie,  and  what  Christmas  must  hav<my 
been  like  in  their  homes."  ren 
Then  I  got  a  wire  from  the  Queen,  "Pleasws. 
come  to  Royal  Lodge.  Can  you  come  on  thjwn 
fifth?  "  I  went  to  Royal  Lodge  and  found  thhad 
children  there,  and  we  remained  until  ththe 
twelfth  of  May,  1940.  urn 
Between  February  and  May  at  Royanly 
Lodge  we  had  a  really  happy  time.  Yofre- 
couldn't  be  anything  else  but  fairly  happ  for 
there.  There  weren't  the  anxious  faces  on 
would  see  in  London.  jve- 
,v  the 
While  we  were  at  Royal  Lodge  there  wasting 
great  urge  to  collect  old  iron  all  over  the  a 
country.  We  started  to  do  that,  and  we  bnew 
came  absolute  pests  to  everybody  in  Gre; 
Windsor  Park.  We  walked  along  with  a  b£ng- 
garden  cart  and  kept  adding  to  our  colleoyal 
tion.  Once  we  found  an  old  railing  which  w^e  in 
embedded  in  the  ground,  and  excavated  i 
We  went  to  the  royal  rubbish  heap  ai)me, 
got  old  pails,  pots,  iron  nuts — in  short,  anthis. 
thing  at  all  that  was  made  of  iron — airical 
we  became  very,  very  proud  of  our  colle  was 
tion  which  we  dumped  in  a  certain  part  it  of 
the  ground.  -He's 

When  the  King  came  to  see  it  he  simp>r. 
collapsed  with  laughter.  There  was  one  p; 
of  very  rusty  old  nails  which  perhaps  couaor- 
not  have  been  made  into  anything,  and  theiere. 
were  a  few  enamel  pots,  old  buckets  aihem 
basins.  But  he  too  became  interested  aielter 
used  to  add  an  old  handle  or  a  tin  bucket  to ; 

While  I  was  on  holiday  I  had  this  letfe  ar- 
fromLilibet:  very 

dall 

The  Royal  Lodfoeen 
The  Great  Park^^g 
Windsor,  Berks  .  , 
Dear  Crawfie:  I  hope  you  are  well  and  enjc  , 
ing  your  holiday.  You  are  very  naughty,  1  ™e 
cause  you  promised  to  write  after  visiti5erv~ 
Hanni  and  Hector  and  you  never  did.         1  the 
We  rode  all  last  week  with  Papa  which  vuark- 
great  fun.  We  have  had  some  glorious  canti 
round  the  polo  field.  Thank  goodness,  Pus;  (-he 
foot  goes  very  well  with  Papa  and  he  likes  h 
Comet  has  been  going  very  well  and  oi. 
bucked  once  last  week  and  shied  once.  Gr< 
light  and  Harmony  are  both  going  very  well.*0 . 

The  weather  has  been  good  on  the  whole,  cdulte 
one  day,  warmer  the  next,  then  high  winAlah 
then  sun.  ;  the 

The  blossom  is  coming  out  on  the  tree  outstriore 
the  schoolroom  and  the  forsythia  is  very  pretueen 
There  are  a  few  things  in  our  garden.  Bragj-gj^jg 
has  pruned  the  roses  on  the  sunken  garden.  1 
have  found  lots  more  old  iron  in  a  cover  in  t  , 
park.  We  had  an  Easter  egg  hunt  with  the  B 
clays  last  week  and  met  Tim,  the  young  Pas" 
boy.  He  is  very  nice.  ;ams 
Hoping  you  will  write  soon.  the 
With  love  from  II  off, 
hiver 
war 


2nd  April,  1940 


ULUfc 


ways 

In  the  end  the  scrap  was  all  taken  aw;ts  to 
to  make  war  machinery,  we  hoped.  here 

'^an- 

The  Queen  never  showed  that  she  Wates 
worried.  At  that  time  she  seemed  to  drop  Ibwn 


says  JEAN  FRITZ 
Charming  Cover  Girl 

and,  Suoztfa^M  my  Beai^  Stop 

"  ■■■   .9  out  of  10  Cover  Girls  — — 
Use  SWEETHEART  Soap 

•»  All  the  gorgeous  girls  on  the  covers  of 
America's  leading  magazines  this  year  were 
asked,  "What  beauty  soap  do  you  use?"  And 
5>  out  of  10  replied,  "SweetHeart  Soap." 

"fin,  /at&fy^&Sutfet/fea^  Cm," 

—  says  Jean  Fritz,  envied  cover  girl,  "For  it 
keeps  my  skin  in  such  wonderful  condition 
that  I  get  many  big-pay  posing  jobs.  Pho- 
tographers say  my  complexion  just  sparkles 
with  freshness  . . .  looks  so  satin-smooth  and 
radiantly  young!" 

So  why  not  look  as  lovely  and  young  as  you 
are?  Try  the  beauty  care  that  keeps  Jean  s 
pretty  face  on  magazine  covers! 

Like  famous  cover  girls,  you'll  quickly  see 
the  beauty  benefits  of  SweetHeart  Care.  It's 
a  thrilling  discovery!  For  one  week  after  you 
change  from  improper  care,  your  skin  looks 
softer  . . .  smoother  . . .  younger. 

SweetHeart 

The  Soap  that  AGREES 

with  Your Skin   *  h. 


67  fh/f  fruociveaj,  too/ 


•  Carlotta  Taylor,  only  11 
months  old,  is  already  a 
glamorous  model!  It  just 
shows  that  it  pays  a  girl  of 
any  age  to  have  a  lovely 
SweetHeart  complexion! 
Yes,  Carlotta's  mother  always 
bathes  her  with  pure,  mild 
SweetHeart  Soap. 


•  Today  get  gentle 
SweetHeart  Soap  in 
the  new,  large  bath 
size.  So  economical! 


KScholls 

OT  COMFORT®  REMEDIES,  APPLIANCES 
AND  ARCH  SUPPORTS 


186 


LADIES'  HOMF..EJOURVVL 


3  LIVE  PLANTS 


Not  seeds,  but  Healthy,  Field- Grown 
Perennials!  Thrive  anywhere! 
Armloads  of  cut  flowers! 


Plants  shippedgrow- 
ing  5  to  7  inches 
high,  packed  in  peat 
muss,  ready  for  plant- 
ing. Grower's  guar- 
antee included. 


©A, 


HOUR  AND  COMPANY 


Hurry!  Limited  offer  to  get  you  to  try 

CHIFFON  SOAP  FLAKES 

Chiffon  is  pure  soap,  and  no  other  kind  is  so  gentle 
with  fabrics,  so  quick  with  dishes,  so  everlastingly 
kind  to  your  hands.  No  harsh  alkali,  no  synthetic 
chemicals  to  shorten  the  life  of  your  pretty  washa- 
bles,  mar  the  beauty  of  your  hands.  So,  get  Chiffon 
.  .  .  and  get  Chiffon's  3  growing  plants,  too! 

Tune  in  STARS  OVER  HOLLYWOOD,  CBS,  Soturdoy 


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menu  of  }  crowing  plants 
consisting  of  1  delphini- 
um. I  chrysanrhemum.  1 
carna(ion)  I  im  enclosing 
25c  in  coin  and  1  Chiffon 
boxtop  for  each  aaaorr- 
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"Please  print  plainly) 


Address 


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cares  at  the  gates  0f  Royal  Lodge  and  be- 
came just  mummie  during  her  stay  there. 
We  discussed  the  war  and  what  would  be 
coming  in  the  future.  Many  other  children 
from  among  their  own  friends  were  being 
seal  away  to  safety,  but  there  was  no  talk  of 
the  Princesses'  going.  Later  on  it  was  dis- 
cussed in  some  of  the  papers,  and  I  believe 
some  of  the  ministers  were  in  favor  of  it,  but 
the  idea  was  turned  down. 

"The  children  could  not  go  without  me." 
:  the  Queen  said  simply,  "and  I  could  not  pos- 
'sibly  leave  the  King." 

.  We  joined  up  again  with  the  Girl  Guide 
company  and  got  the  village  children  and  the 
eracuees  to  join  up  too.  In  the  village  school 
there  were  about  thirty  iraatee  children  from 
the  East  End  of  London.  We  all  became  very 
good  friends,  and  like  most  real  Cockneys. 
„,  these  East  End  children  were  easy  to  get  on 
j-^Svith  and  made  nothing  at  all  of  their  sud- 
denly changed  surroundings.  But  I  think 
what  they  loved  most  was  the  delicious  meals 
perwe  provided  for  them  at  picnics,  and  they 
^  enjoyed  the  long  hikes  with  us  in  the  woods 


froi 
Ho 


I 

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inst' 


At  week  ends  when  the  King  and  Queen 
-;ame  down  to  Royal  Lodge,  messengers 
rt'ould  arrive  at  all  hours  with  tidings.  Usu- 


ally bad.  I  remember  once  later  on  when  we 
yvere  all  at  Windsor  Castle  and  a  long  black 
.  -:ar  hurtled  into  the  courtyard  below,  un- 
doubtedly bringing  a  load  of  trouble.  Mar- 
jiav^aret  looked  down  from  the  ramparts  we 

■vere  standing  on  and  remarked : 
r*    " Boiling  lead  was  a  pretty  good  idea." 
-       We  were  leaning  over  the  wall  where  once 
ing  oiards  are  said  to  have  poured  boiling  lead 

:  ^lown  on  invaders, 
for  1 


at  t 
to 

men 
ing 
in 


j  At  Royal  Lodge  we  got  the  schoolroom 
outine  going  once  again.  There  were  numer- 
|US  other  children  staying 
i  and  around  Windsor.  ■■■■^^■■^ 
iandncl  I  got  a  dancing  class 
p  for  all  of  them,  which 


B 


/as  held  once  a  week.  We 
"ept  it  for  little  girls  only. 


Everything  will  perish  save 
love  and  music. 

—SCOTTISH  PROVERB. 


had; 
and 


he  Princesses 
rothers.  Thev 


had 
did 


no 
not 


^..^.nderstand  the  antics  of  little  boys,  and  this 

thevlC^ not  seem  t0  ^ tne  moment  to  teach  them. 
tjie^.Iiss  Yacani.  a  famous  London  dancing  mis- 
.  tyess-  used  to  come  out  to  us  there.  The  little 
o£  ^rls  came  with  their  nannies,  wearing  their 
p^arty  frocks,  and  afterward  we  gave  them 
■     ta.  It  made  a  bright  break  in  those  gloomy 

onfteiar  days' 

Lilibet  resumed  her  lessons  in  Cons  tit  u- 


ual 
to  w 


onal  History  with  Sir  Henry  Marten  at 
ton  College.  As  we  came  and  went  through 


has  f*  crow<^e(^  quadrangle  I  often  wondered 
Littlf;  v  how  many  of  the  boys  we  saw  there 
madou    come  through  the  war  years.  A  great 
^a  any  of  them  never  did. 


Li 


,  s  London  the  King  and  Queen  led  a  busy 
She  ^  wearmg  life.  The  King  was  incessantly  in 

.    ,  uch  with  his  ministers,  the  Queen  encour- 

to  ki  ,  .  „   .  , 


this 
pony 


;ed  the  various  war  efforts  and  organ iza- 
Dns  and  visited  the  bombed  areas.  Her 
gentle  sympathy  must  have  been  a  great 
snow>mfort  to  many  poor  people  in  those  days, 
j.  ^  There  was  one  point  in  the  war  when  dif- 
jot  Qrent  kings  and  queens  were  arriving  at 
an(j  ickingham  Palace,  and  the  place  was  full 
of  hi  tnem-  ^>ne  ^ay  Queen  Wilhelmina  ar- 
■  /ed  with  nothing  but  the  clothes  she  stood 
else  }  m'  There  was  a  great  deal  of  hasty  shop- 
ng  to  be  done,  and  the  Queen  instructed 
^T  r  own  dressmakers  to  call  upon  the  Dutch 


jeen.  who  needed  a  hat 
.„  „ So  large  boxes  full  of  ha 


to  g 


hats  were  sent  round. 


h^jT  her  to  choose  from,  but  none  of  them  ap- 
clianaled  at  all  to  Her  Majesty.  At  last  she 
aH  tj)ked  up  at  the  middle-aged  woman  dressed 
busiincat  b'ack.  who  had  come  along  to  carry 
unul  DOXCS'  and  was  wearing  a  sensible  black 


l(x>k 


t  with  a  brim. 


say  it 


There  you  are.  That."  said  Queen  Wil- 
lenimina  firmly,  "is  the  hat  for  me!" 
{Mf.'lDC  whole  palace  was  on  edge  in  those 
the  i^8'  Tnere  was  incessant  activity  of  people 
thatnv'nK  and  People  going,  not  knowing 
natuu  re  they  were  going  to.  or  whether  they 
(n  n,'uld  come  back  again,  or  whether  they 
s((..,  "il'l  retain  their  thrones   All  who  came 


Apri 

who  threw  their  homes  open  to  them  *, 
long  as  they  cared  to  stay,  just  as  otheLfcli 
took  in  their  stranded  neighbors. 

Sometimes  during  the  week  end  the  i  go 
would  come  to  my  room  when  the  cRra 
were  in  bed  and  talk  to  me  very  anxifc 
as  any  mother  might  at  such  a  timtfc 
Majesty  had  the  same  conviction  as  I  t\^\ 
many  other  women  I  spoke  to.  We  krva 
our  hearts  we  would  come  through,  ho  w| 
hard  and  bitter  the  way.  We  knew  irJ 
hearts  no  invasion  would  take  place.  It  tJ 
case  of  woman's  intuition,  but  once  anil  - 
was  proved  right. 

I  remember  how  one  night  she  pau; 
the  doorway  as  she  left  my  room  and  ^ 
at  me.  "We  little  thought,  did  we,  Cr 
all  we  would  have  to  go  through."  she 

Everyone  on  the  estate  had  eracuit 
dren  living  with  them,  mostly  from  th< 
End  of  London.  They  were  a  lot  more  i  M 
gent  as  well  as  considerably  cleaner  th;  j§ 
previous  experience  had  been.  Manyofej( 
joined  our  Guide  company .  and  the  1  itt.lt  ■» 
cesses  took  a  great  interest  in  them  all.so'H 
to  know  their  names,  and  now  the  o  m 
of  "Wait  for  me.  Lilibet "  echoed  roiuvil 
more  in  all  sorts  of  accents,  Cockne;B 
dominating. 

From  time  to  time  these  same  ch; 
now  grown  up.  cross  the  Princesses' 
and  it  is  always  an  immense  pleasure  tt 
to  find  they  are  remembered,  often  ins  ] 
considerable  changes  in  shape  and  si  I 
her  way  to  Italy.  Margaret  paused  c  I 
journey  through  the  airport  to  say,  "  j 
Jo.  Fancy  seeing  you  here!"  to  a  pre  ii 
hostess  who  had  been  one  of  our  I 
company.  She  remembered  the  Pnl 
but  probably  never  expected  the  i 
cess  would  remember  her. 

  It  was  amusing  ail 

doubt  very  instructi  II 
the  two  PrincesstB 
mingle  with  the  chl~ 
there,  for  if  amon|l 
children  of  court  andle 
■aiMaVaiiiHal  officials  there  had  bl 
tendency  to  let  themi 
an  advantage,  win  a  game  or  be  relie\J| , 
the  more  sordid  tasks,  there  was  noth  j 
the  kind  now.  It  was  each  for  herself.  J 
When  we  went  hiking  the  Prinil 
found  left  for  them  a  very  fair  share  ill 
of  the  dirty  work,  like  gathering  fire( 
and  scavenging.  When  we  camped 
the  grounds  of  Windsor  Castle  I  remtl 
seeing  Lilibet  standing  and  looking  ruj 
at  a  large  caldron  full  of  greasy  dishe:] 
which  she  had  to  plunge  her  arms  and  cj 
washing  up. 

They  were  always  extremely  good 
anything  like  this,  and  never  in  all  m\ 
with  them  did  I  come  across  any  malin, 
or  efforts  to  bilk  unpleasant  jobs.  The\ 
more  than  willing  to  pull  their  weight 
We  had  all  the  business  of  ration 
and  clothing  coupons  to  cope  with.  Al 
out  tucks  and  put  in  pleats  in  great  fe 
mend  and  make-do.  The  whole  famil 
this  problem.  The  Queen  and  Queen 
were  given  a  certain  number  over  and  ; 
the  ordinary'  ration  for  their  official  cl 
and  garments  for  state  occasions.  Tht 
dren  had  the  ordinary  allowance,  ar 
more. 

I  remember  more  than  once  the  C 
would  stop  and  say.  "There  is  the  very 
I  want !"  only  to  be  advised  by  her  di 
that  the  royal  coupons  were  alread: 
tremely  low. 

No  one  minded  all  this  as  much  as 
who  would  willingly  have  gone  without 
thing  herself,  but  felt  her  Princesses  oug 
have  everything  they  wanted.  The  chi 
had  already  a  good  store  of  both  winte 
summer  frocks  and  suits,  and  the  Queei 
done  much  generous  buying  at  the  B 
Industries  and  other  fairs  and  bazaa 
that  there  was  a  large  str>ck  of  cotto 
tweeds  on  hand. 

Sometimes  I  and  the  lady  in  waitingl 
able  when  in  acute  distress  to  gi  t  arl 
cou|x>n  or  so  from  the  household  pool 
Click  Alexander.  Kee|xr  of  the  I'rivy  f| 
who  pays  all  the  palace  excuses  and 


■re  made  welcome  by  the  Kins  and  Queen,    ages  the  Kind's  private  income,  had  atw 


LADIES'  HOME  JOI  UN  \ I 


1B9 


>  Other  Dentifrice 
Has  AH  These 
SQUIBB  Benefits 


FRESHENS  TASTE  AMD  BREMH 

W     gives  lasting  freshness. 


HELPS  NEUTRALIZE  MOUTH  ACIDS 

Magnesium  hydrate  counteracts 
mouth  acids  widely  held  to  be  a 
cause  of  tooth  decay. 


REACHES  HARD-TO-BET-AT  PLACES 

Smooth,  foamless  texture  permits 
better  penetration. 


EXTRA  SAFE... 

Polishes  teeth  to  normal  white- 
ness without  endangering  precious 
tooth  enamel. 


fCONOMY 


SIZE 


4-5  OR. 


Dental 
Cream 


for  footmen's  uniforms  and  housemaids' 
dresses,  and  linen  replacements.  But  he, 
too,  had  to  be  very  careful. 

Later  the  King  very  wisely  put  all  the 
men  staff  at  the  palace  and  Windsor  Castle 
into  navy-blue  battle  dress,  with  "G.R.  VI " 
embroidered  on  the  breast  pocket.  This  was 
both  comfortable  and  smart.  It  also  did  away 
with  the  sore  problem  of  laundry,  which  in 
those  days  was  one  of  life's  large-sized  wor- 
ries and  hit  the  palace  as  much  as  the  ordi- 
nary housewife. 

The  palace  washing  was  sent  out  to  a  Lon- 
don laundry  which,  like  all  others,  was  short 
of  staff,  transport  and  soap,  and  sheets  and 
pillowcases,  collars  and  shirts  would  often  be 
absent  from  home  not  the  usual  week,  but  a 
month  or  even  six  weeks. 

On  the  twelfth  of  May  the  Queen,  who  was 
in  London  with  the  King,  rang  me  up  at 
eleven  o'clock  to  say,  "Crawfie,  I  think  you 
had  better  go  at  once  to  Windsor  Castle, 
anyway  for  the  rest  of  the  week."  I  warned 
the  footmen  and  Ainslie,  and  said  we  had  to 
pack.  I  had  a  feeling  inmyboneswhen packing 
that  it  would  be  much  longer  than  just  a  week 
end,  so  I  packed  all  my  belongings  and  all  my 
books  which  I  wanted.  Then  the  children 
arrived  at  four,  and  I  told  them  the  news. 

At  seven  o'clock  that  night  we  drove  down 
the  long  walk  to  Windsor  Castle.  Alah  had 
only  taken  clothes  for  the  week  end  for  the 
Princesses  and  herself,  and  she  had  to  return 
to  Royal  Lodge  for  the  rest.  I  was  the  only 
one  who  did  not  have  to  go  back  later  and  re- 
pack. We  remained  at  Windsor  Castle  for 
five  years  until  the  war  ended. 

In  the  gathering  twilight  of  that  May  eve- 
ning I  saw  the  great  bulk  rising  out  of  the 
shadows  as  I  had  seen  it  on  another  evening 
many  years  before  as  I  came  south.  Like  a 
fortress  in  a  fairy  story.  But  now  we  all  knew 
who  the  ogre  was ! 

A  small  paragraph  appeared  in  the  Eng- 
lish and  American  papers.  It  said  the  royal 
children  had  been  evacuated  to  "a  house  in 
the  country." 

Windsor  Castle  was  a  fortress,  not  a  home, 
and  we  were  always  very  much  aware  of  this. 
It  is  replete  with  every  kind  of  historical 
trophy.  There  is  the  shirt  that  Charles  I  was 
beheaded  in,  and  the  bullet  that  came  out  of 
Nelson's  heart,  and  Bonnie  Prince  Charlie's 
sword  as  well  as  King  Henry  VI IPs  armor. 

It  would  take  years  to  tell  of  all  the  extraor- 
dinary things  that  are  preserved  there. 
Though  interesting,  I  personally  found  them 
somewhat  sinister  things  to  share  a  shelter 
with. 

It  was  beginning  to  get  dark  when  we  ar- 
rived. We  were  tired,  and  it  was  very 
gloomy.  Pictures  had  been  removed,  and  all 
the  beautiful  glass  chandeliers  had  been 
taken  down.  The  state  apartments  were 
muffled  in  dust  sheets,  their  glass-fronted 
cupboards  turned  to  the  walls.  About  the 
stone  passages  the  shadowy  figures  of  serv- 
ants and  firemen  loomed,  attending  to  the 
blackout.  I  remember  one  old  man  remark- 
ing to  me  dryly: 

"By  the  time  we've  blacked  out  all  the 
windows  here,  it's  morning  again,  miss." 

The  two  little  girls  clung  to  me  apprehen- 
sively. Alah,  as  always  when  she  was  both- 
ered or  anxious,  was  cross.  We  none  of  us  quite 
knew  what  was  going  to  happen,  and  Alah 
and  I,  at  any  rate,  knew  very  well  that  the 
war  was  going  to  enter  into  a  much  more 
definite  stage,  and  that  the  King  and  Queen 
in  London  were  probably  in  considerable 
danger. 

All  night  long  ghostly  figures  flitted 
around,  their  feet  echoing  on  the  stone  pas- 
sages— A.R.P.  wardens  watching  for  beams 
and  chinks  of  light  showing  through  the 
blackout.  We  tried  our  best  to  laugh  it  all  off, 
but  that  first  night  most  of  us  had  a  shiver 
down  our  spines  and  the  feeling  that  the  war 
had  caught  up  with  us. 

The  children  had  their  usual  quarters  in 
the  Lancaster  Tower,  where  they  had  always 
stayed  when  they  came  with  their  parents  to 
Windsor.  The  Court  had  always  gone  there 
for  Easter  and  Lilibet's  birthday.  The  Lan- 
caster Tower  is  three  stories  high,  and  dates 
from  Henry  VIPs  time.  Lilibet  had  her  own 


says  JEAN  FRITZ 
Charming  Cover  Girl 

d*d  Sueetf/ea/CCM  my  Beauty  Soap 

■  ■■■   .9  out  of  10  Cover  Girls 
Use  Sweetheart  Soap 

*  All  the  gorgeous  girls  on  the  covers  of 
America's  leading  magazines  this  year  were 
asked,  "What  beauty  soap  do  you  use?"  And 
9  out  of  10  replied,  "SweetHeart  Soap." 

Ym  factyutfi  !>tMtff/mn£  Cm,'' 

—  says  Jean  Fritz,  envied  cover  girl,  "For  it 
keeps  my  skin  in  such  wonderful  condition 
that  I  get  many  big-pay  posing  jobs.  Pho- 
tographers say  my  complexion  just  sparkles 
with  freshness  .  .  .  looks  so  satin-smooth  and 
radiantly  young!" 

So  why  not  look  as  lovely  and  young  as  you 
are?  Try  the  beauty  care  that  keeps  Jean's 
pretty  face  on  magazine  covers! 

Like  famous  cover  girls,  you'll  quickly  see 
the  beauty  benefits  of  SweetHeart  Care.  It's 
a  thrilling  discovery!  For  one  week  after  you 
change  from  improper  care,  your  skin  looks 
softer . . .  smoother  . . .  younger. 

SweetHeart 

The  Soap  thaf  AGREES 

with  Your  S/tin   *  1 


64 


fruoctveaj,  too/ 


•  Carlotta  Taylor,  only  11 
months  old,  is  already  a 
glamorous  model!  It  just 
shows  that  it  pays  a  girl  of 
any  age  to  have  a  lovely 
SweetHeart  complexion! 
Yes,  Carlotta's  mother  always 
bathes  her  with  pure,  mild 
SweetHeart  Soap. 


•  Today  get  gentle 
SweetHeart  Soap  in 
the  new,  large  bath 
size.  So  economical! 


lADIKS"  HOME  JOURNAL 


April, 





beautifully  fitting 
and  most 
fittingly  priced 


Very  fittingly  planned 
for  your  walking 
pleasure  .  .  .  shoes  that 
will  compliment  your 
good  taste  and 
complement  whatever 
you  wear . .  . 
for  seasons  to  come!  ^^93 —^~jf95 

slightly  higher  Denver  west 


APR  1 1 


THAN  EVER 

1  CO.,  120  Kingtlon  ' 


—  AMERICA'S    STANDARD   OF  VALUE 

BodOfl,  Mom.  •  Divitton -.  Consolidated  National  Sho«  Corp. 


bedroom  and  a  bathroom,  sharing  the  former 
with  Bobo,  an  arrangement  I  was  glad  of  at 
this  juncture.  For  Bobo  is  a  sensible  Scottish 
lass,  who  one  felt  would  come  calm  and  un- 
perturbed through  innumerable  bombard- 
ments. She  hails  from  a  place  in  Inverness- 
shire  called  the  Black  Isle. 

Margaret  and  Alah  had  rooms  next  door. 
The  nursery  was  adjoining.  This  was  an  ordi- 
nary sitting  room  adapted  for  the  children 
with  toy  cupboards.  It  looks  over  Windsor 
Park.  Bathrooms  had  been  let  into  the  tre- 
mendously thick  walls  of  the  castle,  bringing 
the  place  more  up  to  date.  But  there  is  no 
central  heating  of  any  kind  there.  There  are 
electric  stoves  in  the  bedrooms,  which  were 
considerably  affected,  as  everywhere  else,  by 
fuel  cuts,  and  had  a  way  of  going  out  alto- 
gether at  the  coldest  moments.  There  were 
log  fires  in  the  sitting  rooms.  To  travel  the 
icy  passages  from  sitting  room  up  to  bed 
was  a  feat  of  considerable  endurance.  I  often 
wore  fur  boots  under  my  evening  dress. 

I  was  all  on  my  own,  quite  a  way  from 
anyone  else,  in  the  Victoria  Tower.  It  was 
approached  by  the  usual  winding  staircase.  I 
had  a  large  bedroom  and  sitting  room,  but 
my  bathroom  was  out  on  the  roof.  This  was  a 
chilly  arrangement,  and  when  the  bombs  be- 
gan to  fall,  not  too  comfortable.  I  always 
hoped  that,  if  one  had  to  come  that  way,  it 
would  choose  a  convenient  moment ! 

The  warning  arrangements  had  been  care- 
fully thought  out  and  organized  before  we 
arrived,  and  a  system  of  bells  had  been  in- 
stalled which  were  operated  by  the  wardens, 
who  knew  what  was  happening,  and  were  in 
communication  by  telephone  with  the  watch- 
ers on  the  roofs.  There  was  a  special  bell 
which  rang  when  we  had  to  go  down  to  the 
shelter. 

We  all  felt  lost  at  first.  The  nights  were  so 
dark  and  we  did  not  know  what  was  happen- 
ing. The  children  were  cross,  too,  because  so 
many  of  the  things  they  wanted  were  still  at 
Royal  Lodge. 

Lord  wigram  was  governor  of  the  castle. 
He  was  very  bothered  and  worried  at  this 
new  responsibility  that  had  come  to  him.  I 
had  nothing  to  do  with  the  children  after  six 
o'clock,  and  it  was  arranged  that  Alah  would 
bring  them  down  to  the  shelter  when  there 
was  a  red  warning.  This  meant  aircraft  were 
directly  overhead. 

At  the  end  of  our  first  talk  at  Windsor  I 
remember  feeling  rather  amused,  because  the 
Master  of  the  Household,  who  was  then 
Sir  Hill  Child,  told  me  dinner  would  be  at 
eight  in  the  Octagon  Room.  "We  dress,"  he 
said  gravely. 

The  Octagon  Room  was  an  oak-paneled 
apartment  a  long  walk  from  my  rooms  in 
the  Victoria  Tower.  I  did  not  know  my  way, 
and  there  were  hardly  any  lights.  At  ten 
to  eight  I  started  down  the  stairs  to  try  to 
find  the  dining  room,  which  seems  easy 
now,  but  there  was  no  one  to  ask  and  no- 
body to  direct  me,  and  for  some  time  I 
wandered  around  like  one  of  the  castle's 
ghosts.  I  was  wearing  a  red  velvet  dinner 
dress  against  the  Britannic  drafts  that  raged 
through  the  stone  passages.  I  found  the  gen- 
tlemen on  my  arrival  all  conventionally  at- 
tired in  dinner  jackets  with  black  ties. 

Household  dinner  was  pretty  grim.  Sir 
Gerald  Kelly  was  staying  at  the  castle  at 
work  on  the  coronation  portraits.  There 
were  also  Sir  Hill  Child,  Sir  Dudley  Colles 
and  myself.  We  were  an  ill-assorted  party, 
and  all  of  us  were  anxious  and  a  little  de- 
pressed anyway.  To  make  matters  worse,  the 
light  was  very  poor.  All  the  glass  chandeliers 
had  been  taken  down  because  they  would 
splinter  if  bombs  dropped,  and  all  the  high- 
powered  bulbs  had  been  taken  out  by  the 
A.R.P.  and  low-|x>wered  ones  substituted. 
We  seemed  to  live  in  a  sort  of  underworld. 

New  blood  seemed  essential  if  we  were  all 
to  remain  friends.  So  I  decided  to  get  Monty 
(Mrs.  Montaudon-Smith)  to  come  back  and 
help  me,  among  other  things,  with  the  les- 
soas. 

I  was  able  to  do  this  only  after  some  per- 
suasion. Monty  liked  a  Bohemian  life  and 
was  all  against  Ix  ing  l>eleagucred  for  any 
length  of  tunc  in  a  fortress.  But  in  the  end 
sin  did  '  Mini-  and  she  brightened  things  up  a 


One-  Spraying  an< 
-fe  Bis/ 

MAKES  WOOLEN! 

MOTH- 
PROOF 


ATALLT/AIES 


Amazing  Professional  Mothproof! 

Method  Now  Sold  for  Home  Use 

- 

No  Odor  •  No  Wrapping 
No  Storing  Away 

To  be  ABSOLUTELY  SURE  moths  will  r 
damage  woolens,  the  modern  housew 
can  now  mothproof  the  cloth  itst 
And  it's  all  so  easy  with  LARVEX.  jJ 
spray  it  on!  The  magic  LARVEX  spi 
penetrates  each  tiny  fibre  and  treats  ' , , 
cloth  so  that  moths  are  positively  stop)  fj 
from   eating  holes  in  your  wooleJ 
Completely  odorless.  Stainless.  N<1 
inflammable. 

A  few  minutes'  easy  spraying  v 
LARVEX  lasts  for  a  whole  year.  At  i 
times  you  can  be  sure  moths  won't  : 
holes  in  your  woolens  whether  you  w  ' 
the  garments  occasionally  or  hang  th  \\ 
away  in  your  closet.  Either  way,  LAR\  • 
PROTECTION  REMAINS.  Spray  your  nJ 
and  sofas,  too. 


So  /ff expensive / \i 

costs  no  more  to  larvex 
a  suit  than  it  does  to  get 
it  dry  cleaned.  Only  79i 
a  pint.  $  1 . 19  a  quart. 


LARVEX 

Tfie,  tagesf  Selling  fMprooi 


le  children  were  very  fond  of  her,  and 
jved  singing  with  her. 
were  all  ensconced  in  Windsor,  with 
n  the  nursery,  at  the  time  the  first 
i  fell  on  Windsor.  About  two  nights 
^e  were  settled  in,  the  alarm  bell  went. 
x>ught  a  siren  suit  which  was  very  like 
hurchill's,  only  it  was  made  of  green 
.  I  was  rather  pleased  to  put  it  on.  It 
:en  arranged  that  I  would  not  collect 
ildren  and  Alah,  because  that  might 
een  difficult  since  I  was  a  long  way  off ; 
any  case.  Alah  was  responsible  for  see- 
:y  got  to  the  shelter, 
d  taken  on  the  post  of  helping  in  the 
ross  center  there.  I  kept  the  keys  and 
;sponsible  for  the  cupboards  of  the 
ne  and  dressing  chests.  Everyone  was 
a  job  of  some  sort  like  that, 
he  sound  of  the  alarm  bell,  I  went  at 
3  the  shelter.  There  was  no  sign  of  the 
■n  and  no  sign  of  Alah,  and  everyone 
a  state  of  fuss.  Sir  Hill  Child  came 
id,  "This  is  impossible.  They  simply 
ome." 

n  all  the  way  to  the  nurseries,  where 
I  hear  a  great  deal  of  commotion  going 
vas  really  angry  myself,  and  the  chil- 
ere  quite  excited.  I  shouted,  "Alah!" 
f  often  she  thought  my  voice  was  the 
's,  and  she  would  say,  "Yes,  Your 
ty,"  and  would  be  absolutely  furious 
ard  over  her  error.  I  said,  "It's  not 
vlajesty,  Alah,  it's  Crawfie.  Lord  Wig- 
id  Sir  Hill  Child  and  everybody  else  is 
g  in  the  shelter,  and  you  must  come 
This  is  not  a  dress  rehearsal.  What  are 
ring?" 

1  was  always  very  careful.  Her  cap 
be  put  on,  and  her  white  uniform. 
>et  called,  "We're  dressing,  Crawfie. 
ist  dress." 

id,  "Nonsense!  You  are  not  to  dress. 
:oat  over  your  night  clothes,  at  once." 
ied  what  had  happened  to  Margaret, 
is  told  Bobo  had  not  put  out  the  right 
1  knickers,  and  she  was  looking  for 

y  finally  came  to  the  shelter.  By  this 
ir  Hill  Child  was  a  nervous  wreck.  He 
rather  in  awe  of  Alah,  but  he  said, 
must  understand  the  Princesses  must 
iown  at  once.  They  must  come  down 
/er  they  are  wearing." 

ihelter  was  in  one  of  the  dungeons, 
particularly  inviting  place,  anyway, 
lingered  about  it  always  the  memory 
;rs  who  had  probably  been  incarcer- 
tiere,  and  left  some  of  their  unhappi- 
>ehind  them.  The  atmosphere  was 
v,  and  there  were  beetles.  The  walls 
been  reinforced,  and  beds  put  up,  but 
rst  night  for  some  reason  nothing  was 
Later  on  the  shelters  were  made  quite 
table,  with  a  bedroom  for  the  King 
ueen  and  the  Princesses,  and  proper 
om  arrangements,  but  just  at  the 
here  was  a  good  bit  of  improvisation, 
little  girls  were  very  good.  They  took 
ost  calmly.  Margaret  fell  asleep  on  my 
Lilibet  lay  down  and  read  a  book. 


191 

Someone  came  along  presently  and  whis- 
pered to  me  that  there  was  a  red  warning, 
which  meant  enemy  aircraft  were  directly 
overhead.  I  sat  nursing  Margaret,  straining 
my  ears,  and  praying  for  the  night  to  pass. 

It  was  two  in  the  morning  before  the  all- 
clear  sounded.  Toward  the  end  of  our  vigil. 
Sir  Hill  Child  made  tea.  He  is  a  tall,  dis- 
tinguished-looking person,  very  dignified, 
and  even  in  this  crisis  he  managed  to  look 
spruce  and  well  dressed,  with  a  scarf  round 
his  neck.  There  was  something  incongruous 
in  his  meticulous  tinkerings  with  the  teacups 
as  he  waited  for  the  kettle  to  boil.  I  thought 
how  little  I  had  dreamed,  as  a  girl  in  Scot- 
land, the  time  would  come  when  I  would 
drink  tea  in  a  royal  dungeon  at  midnight, 
with  German  bombers  droning  overhead. 

At  two  o'clock  Sir  Hill  Child  bowed  cere- 
moniously to  Lilibet.  "You  may  now  go  to 
bed,  ma'am,"  he  said. 

They  trooped  rather  wearily  up,  and  we 
had  peace  the  rest  of  that  night. 

In  the  morning  I  had  a  talk  with  Lilibet, 
who  could  always  see  the  sense  of  things.  She 
quite  realized  that  proper  beds  would  have 
to  be  put  down  in  the  dungeon,  and  blan- 
kets and  their  treasures  would  also  be  put 
there  so  they  would  not  have  to  go  and 
collect  them.  I  had  them  each  get  their 
little  suitcases.  The  French  nation  once  gave 
them  a  set  of  beautiful  dolls,  and  these  dolls 
had  all  the  jewel  cases  and  things  that  ladies 
have.  One  was  pink  and  the  other  blue.  The 
children  packed  the  cases  that  morning  with 
their  favorite  brooches,  the  things  that  they 
wear  every  day  which  did  not  need  to  go  into 
the  safe.  They  had  books,  and  each  had  a 
little  diary  with  a  lock  which  they  always 
wrote  up  every  night.  That  was  something 
on  which  the  Queen  had  insisted;  as  soon 
as  they  could  write  she  gave  them  these 
beautiful  locked  diaries  which  they  religiously 
filled  in  each  night  before  they  fell  asleep. 

After  that  the  children  got  proper  siren 
suits.  When  the  bombing  got  really  bad  we 
all  slept  downstairs  in  the  dungeon.  You 
could  see  the  Princesses  going  off  at  seven 
with  their  little  cases  as  if  they  were  going  to 
catch  a  train  at  Paddington,  wearing  their 
siren  suits. 

We  sometimes  had  warnings  up  in  the 
daytime,  and  if  we  happened  to  be  outside 
we  sheltered  in  various  summerhouses.  King 
George  III  had  built  some  curious  caves  in 
the  side  of  a  hill  quite  close  to  the  castle. 
They  were  entered  by  a  long  tunnel  which 
leads  to  a  vast  cave,  the  wall  studded  with 
pebbles.  They  smell  very  damp  and  horrid. 
Margaret  loved  to  run  on  ahead  and  jump 
out  at  us,  shouting  "Boo!"  when  we  took 
rescue  there  from  daytime  bombs.  Later  the 
house  staff  did  their  gas  tests  in  there,  so  the 
caves  probably  for  the  first  time  were  of  some 
real  use. 

A  battalion  of  Grenadier  Guards  came 
three  days  after  we  arrived.  We  were  intro- 
duced to  Sir  Francis  Manners  and  four  offi- 
cers who  lived  in  the  castle  and  came  to 
meals.  I  thought  this  was  wonderful.  Lilibet 
was  now  fourteen,  growing  up,  and  it  gave  an 


SEE  NEW  SIGHTS  ...  NATURE  AT  HER  BEST  .  .  .  IN  CANADA'S  MOUNTAIN  PLAY-COUNTRY 


sail,  golf  at  a  luxury  resort  or  modest  cottage  colony 
in  this  friendly  land  o'  lakes. 


This  year,  sec  the  glories  of  Canada  Eor 
the  first  time  .  .  .  or  the  tenth.  For  this 
is  a  land  of  endless  vacation  pleasure, 
where  all  roads  lead  to  the  great  out- 
doors and  beauty  is  all  about  you.  Or 
you  may  want  to  "do"  Canada's  cities 
...go  bargain-hunting  lor  blankets, 
homespuns,  sweaters,  fine  china,  luxury 
furs,  handicrafts  ...  gel  together  with 
friends.  You'll  find  your  kind  ol  fun, 
and  a  neighbourly  welcome,  over  the 
border  in  Canada.  Write  for  detailed 
information  or  use  the  coupon  below  . 

7  VACATION  POINTERS  — 
ALL  POINTING  TO  CANADA  IN  1950 

1.  New,  interesting,  "foreign"  atmosphere.  2.  A 
million  square  miles  of  scenic  playground. 
3.  Friendl)  rim  s,  hospitable  people.  4.  Friends 
and  relatives  waiting  to  wel- 
come you.  5.  I  <>ls  to  do  — 
spoils,  recreation,  sightsee- 
ing. 6.  Near  —  easy  to  get 
to  —  no  border  "red  tape". 
7.  Your  vacation  dollar 
buys  more,  goes  further. 

NO  PA3&POR1  NEEDED. 

I    Canadian  Government 
.  Travel  Bureau 

I    Ottav/a,  Canada  -  D.  leo  Dolan,  Director 

Please  scntljnr  y^m 'Ur%"<M[  ''lV'\f 

I     iV tt  trie  


Travel  and  play  within  sight  and  sound  of  the  sea. 


Street  ami  No. 


192 


LADIES'  1I0MK  JOlliN  U. 


April,  U 


MUNSINGWEAR 

OOWN§ 
That  Tarn  You  into 
a  Princess  Charming 

How  easy  it  is  to  imagine 
yourself  in  these  rayon  tricot 
beauties — so  prettily  styled 
at  shoulders,  neck  and  bodice 
— so  languorous  and  luxurious  in 
their  freely  flowing  skirts. 

These  styles  are  an  enticing 
sample  of  the  selection  of 
Munxingwear  gowns  now 
shown  in  finer  stores 
everywhere. 


opportunity  to  teach  her  to  play  hostess.  I 
planned  to  have  parties,  too,  and  I  felt  we 
could  keep  things  cheerful  for  the  children. 

The  officers  were  charming.  They  came  to 
household  breakfast.  We  had  very  gay  lunch 
parties  with  the  children,  Lilibet  and  Mar- 
garet and  Dudley  Colics  and  Gerald  Kelly 
and  three  officers.  The  officers  loved  to  meet 
the  two  girls  and  talk  to  them.  Lunch  was 
quite  a  long  meal  which  started  at  perhaps 
quarter  to  one  and  went  on  until  three. 

Lilibet  played  the  part  of  hostess  per- 
fectly. She  never  left  anybody  hanging 
around.  She  chose  who  would  sit  on  her  right 
and  who  on  her  left.  Margaret  always  sat  op- 
posite her  sister  and  chose  who  would  sit 
on  he r  right  and  on  her  left.  It  was  pleasant  to 
see  these  children  getting  their  party  seated 
in  a  very  short  time.  Lilibet  had  seen  her  fa- 
ther as  host  many  times,  of  course,  and  in 
addition  I  made  her  pour  tea  for  us  at  Birk- 
hall.  Children  should  learn  to  do  these  things 
young.   Lilibet  had 


just  to  be  all  stuffed  up  with  old  ncwspaa 
But  when  we  examined  these,  we  discov 
the  Crown  Jewels  were  hidden  in  themj 

We  saw  little  of  Queen  Mary  cluringl 
war.  She  joined  the  Duke  and  DucheJ 
Beaufort  in  their  country  house  in  (iloil 
tershire.  This  she  had  been  most  loath  trf 
If  she  could  have  had  her  own  way  she  w| 
have  sat  out  the  war  firmly  in  London.! 
she  was  a  very  old  lady  already,  and  I  tl 
in  the  end  the  King  persuaded  her  it  wl 
save  them  all  anxiety  to  know  she  was  { 
Her  concern  for  the  Princesses  is  shofl 
a  letter  written  to  me  for  her  by  her  lad 
waiting,  Lady  Cynthia  Colville: 

Station,  Badminton,! 
Badminton  G.W.R.  19  April  19401 

Dear  Miss  Crawford:  I  am  commands 
Queen  Mary  to  thank  you  warmly  for 
very  interesting  and  informative  letter  abouj 
children.  Everything  that  you  say  about 
cess  Elizabeth  is ! 


★  ★★★★★★★★ 


very  natural  good 
manners  and  was  an 
excellent  conversa- 
tionalist. 

Margaret  began  to 
develop  into  a  real 
personality  then  with 
the  male  element 
about.  She  kept  ev- 
eryone in  fits  of  laugh- 
ter,  and  she  had  a  gay 
little  way  with  her 
that  won  everybody's 
heart  in  that  gloomy 
old  castle. 

The  officers  dug  slit 
trenches  all  over  the 
grounds,  and  the  chil- 
dren had  names  for 
them— Denny's  De- 
light, and  Peter's 
Folly— after  the  offi- 
cers who  dug  them. 
The  slit  trench  is  a 
cover  in  wartime  for 
people  to  shelter  in, 
but  they  were  more  of 
a  menace  to  us  than 
anything  else.  You  did 
not  know  when  you 
would  trip  over  one 
while  on  a  walk 
through  the  grounds. 

Presently  the  offi- 
cers asked  us  to  tea  in 
the  Guardroom.  It 
was  a  special  tea  party 
got  up  for  the  little 
girls.  The  batman  had 
obviously  borrowed 
one  of  the  best  table- 
cloths from  the  house- 
keeper, and  some  cups,  and  a  great  deal  of 
trouble  had  been  taken  to  give  the  children 
a  good  tea.  There  was  a  large  bowl  of  cher- 
ries, chocolate  cakes,  and  a  wonderful  assort- 
ment of  little  cakes  which  they  had  had  sent 
from  their  homes. 

Everybody  was  very  gay,  and  Lilibet  was 
pleased  because  she  was  asked  to  be  hostess 
and  pour  tea.  The  children  were  also  greatly 
delighted  when  they  were  asked  to  add  their 
names  to  the  numerous  signatures  on  the 
plastered  walls.  There  were  some  rather  skit- 
tish paintings  that  had  been  done  by  soldiers 
past  and  present,  but  we  tactfully  ignored 
these. 


After  tea  we  played  guessing  games  and 
charades,  and  I  think  the  officers  were  as 
sorry  as  we  were  when  the  party  was  over. 
These  young  men  were  all  far  away  from 
homes  where  they  must  have  had  sisters,  and 
I  am  sure  it  must  have  given  them  just  for  a 
ittle  while  a  feeling  of  home. 

Windsor  Castle  was  a  wonderful  place  on 
wet  days.  There  was  so  much  of  it  to  be  ex- 
plored, so  many  odd  nooks  and  corners  where 
we  had  never  been  before.  One  day  the  King's 
Librarian,  Sir  Owen  Morshead,  took  us  right 
down  to  the  vaults  under  the  castle. 

"Would  you  like  to  see  something  inter- 
esting?" he  asked  us.  We  said  we  would.  He 
Showed  us  a  lot  Ol  rather  ordinary-looking 
leath«  hatlxixes  Which  seemed  at  first  sight 


By  Marylu  Terral  Jeans 

The  breeze 
Is  a  seamstress. 
She  tucks  the  blue-green  lake 

of  changeable  taffeta 
Into  precise  pleats, 
And  marks  them  with  an  edge 
of  frothy  lace. 

She  ruffles  the  clouds 

about  the  treetops, 
And  in  her  hurry 
Scatters  threads  and  silk  scraps 

of  blossom  petals 
Along  the  green  carpet. 
She  smooths  the  skirts  of  the 

willows 
And  patterns  them  with  rows 

of  silver  pins.  .  .  . 
Fluttering, 
Fussing, 
Patting. . .  . 


Then, 

Running  along  the  cluttered  street 
With  little  half-steps, 
She  hurries  to  her  next  appoint- 
ment. 


hcartcningand  dell 
ful,  and  theQueen| 

really  pleased  to 
how  she  is  develo 
in  every  way  now  I 
she  is  indeed  j;ro| 
up  to  be  a  "big  I 

Her  Majestj 
rather  sorry  to 
that  Princess  MarJ 
is  so  spoilt,  thoughl 
haps  it  is  hardly! 
prising.  I  daresay  I 
she  has  a  more  coi  I 
catedanddifficult'l 
acter,  and  one  tha  ' 
require  a  great  d(  I 
skill  and  insight  in  t 
ing  with.  But  per  ■ 
in  a  year  or  two  her  v 
eral  outlook  and  |k 
tudc  to  life  may  > 
prove  out  of  all  nj- 
nition. 

The  Queen  appi- 
ates  so  much  the  He 
and  interest  you  lah 
on  the  grandchil  it 
and  is  most  grateftir 
your  detailed  ]l 
thoughtful  report  t 
their  education  d 
general  devclopnt 

Do  write  agaiiiO 
Her  Majesty  whenfl 
feel  you  have  moiio 
tell  her. 

Yours  very  sincere 
Cynthia  Colvili1 


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There  was  noty 
in  the  whole  of '. 
land  who  went  irl| 
austerity  to  such 
gree  as  Queen  M 
She  kept  everyl  | 
busy  from  mor 
till  night  with  knittingparties.orrollingb  I 
ages,  and  she  in  person  would  go  out  int<  I 
woods  and  assist  with  the  felling  of  trei 

The  house  was  large  and  damp,  but  n  | 
ing  would  induce  her  Majesty  to  take 
advantages  or  to  have  more  than  her  rig 
share  of  the  scarce  fuel.  The  central  he 
was  cut  off,  and  Her  Majesty  insisted  t| 
live  on  their  rations  only.  Her  household  J 
fered  accordingly. 

During  the  war  years,  when  possible. 
King  and  Queen  paid  regular  week-end 
its  to  Windsor  Castle,  arriving  on  Frida> 
time  for  tea  at  five  o'clock.  Very  often! 
Princesses  and  I  would  take  Jock  on  a  I 
and  Hans,  the  Norwegian  pony,  and  tj 
dogs— Crackers,  Susan  and  Ching— alonl 
avenue  leading  to  one  of  the  main  gate| 
meet  mummie  and  papa. 

There  was  great  excitement  when  the  J 
cars  appeared  in  the  distance,  the  leadint  • 
with  the  King  mid  Queen  and  Mr.  Camel 
the  King's  detective,  besides  the  chaufil 
the  second  with  the  equerry  and  lad:p 
waiting. 

We  all  started  to  run  toward  the 
horses,  dogs  and  ourselves    and  the  I 
glowed  down  to  a  crawl  and  then  stop! 
I  remember  how  tired  the  King  and  Qil 
looked,  and  how  very  happy  and  rcli<|J 

they  were  lo  see  then  daughters  so  chf 

and  leading  a  comparatively  natural  lil< 

spite  ol  the  war. 


The  Arteri  age  range  really  ranges.  Left  to  right:  son  Bill,  17;  Casey,  2;  Bill,  38;  Mary,  34;  Alta  Mae,  14;  baby  Beth,  at  3  months. 


MORE  BABIES-MORE  FUU 

The  Arters,  parents  of  two  teen-agers,  are  now  launched  on  their  second  family. 


Editors 

Ladies'  Home  Journal 

Independence  Square,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 

Dear  Editors:  After  everyone  had  gone  to  bed  tonight  I  picked 
up  the  Journal  and  started  riffling  pages.  It  isn't  that  I'm  self- 
conscious  about  reading  a  woman's  magazine  with  the  family 
around.  The  Journal  was  the  only  thing  within  reach.  On  the  other 
hand,  it  seems  always  to  be  after  the  family  has  retired  that  I 
read  your  most  worthy  magazine.  Maybe  I  am  a  little  afraid  of 
seeming  unmanly. 

Anyhow,  I  didn't  really  intend  to  read  anything,  but  I  paused  at 
the  pictures  in  the  teens  story — and  so  into  the  story  itself.  Didn't 
stop  till  I'd  read  all  of  it.  Couldn't  help  it — 
we  have  two  teen-agers  ourselves.  The  pattern 
strikingly  like  home  except  in  a  few  details. 


Child  No.  1,  "Papa"  No.  2:  son  Bill  was  star  foot- 
ball, basketball  player  in  high  school,  but  he's  not 
above  changing  diapers,  talking  baby  talk  at  home. 


No  further  stops  until  the  How  America  Lives.  At  one  time  or 
another  I  believe  I've  read  every  darn  one  of  these  intimate  sketches 
of  yours.  Tonight,  first  thing  I  knew  I  was  standing  back  looking  at 
us  and  writing  a  How  America  Lives  story  of  the  Arter  family,  of 
Worthington,  Ohio. 

As  relatively  young  parents  we're  now  starting  our  second  distinct 
family.  We  have  17-year-old  Bill  (not  Junior)  and  14-year-old  \lta. 
"And  that,"  we  said  some  years  ago,  "is  that.  We've  at  least  repro- 
duced ourselves.  The  score's  even  and  no  skin  off  anyone's  shins." 

Mary  found  it  quite  a  novel  experience  to  be  more  or  less  free  after 
both  the  kids  were  started  in  school.  She  sought  and  found  her  first 
salaried  job  in  the  office  of  a  foundry,  hungry  even  for  inexperienced 
help  during  the  war.  She  was  truly  inexperienced.  Married  at  1(),  she  il 
never  had  much  chance  to  he  otherwise.  She 
confounded  the  old  hands  with  a  terrific  ca- 
pacity for  work.  She  worked  so  hard  and 


Alta  Mae  added  baby  care  to  studies,  handles  chil- 
dren expertly.  "No  babies  ever  had  two  such 
devoted  mothers,"  her  father  reports  proudly. 


It  was  Mary's  idea  to  have  second  family  of  two, 
and  she  stuck  to  plan  despite  some  setbacks.  Arter 
at  first  had  to  be  persuaded,  now  likes  idea  fine. 


PHOTOGRAPHS    BY    MYRON  DAVIS 


Papa  designed  specially 
hiiill  "Al  ter  seat"  so  Casey 
ciiulil  ride  with  her  sister. 


Ad-man  Arter's  hair  is  prematurely  white — but  not  from  worry.  His  dream  is  to  run  his  own  tight 
little  ad  agency, "  make  §15,000  yearly.  He  hates  to  get  up  mornings,  says,  "Mary  has  to  practically 
push  me  out,"  but  once  rolling,  he  works  day  and  night,  holds  two  jobs  outside  his  regular  one. 


"We're  the  envy  of  our  friends 
because  we're  the  family  with  the 
built-in  baby-sitters." 


invented  so  manv  short  cuts  that  she  was  able  to  absorb  the  work  of 
three  young  men  as,  one  by  one,  they  went  to  other  jobs  or  were 
drafted.  Incidentally,  she  not  only  continued  to  do  all  her  ow  n  house- 
work but  showed  oft" a  little  by  doing  a  lot  of  extra  baking  and  fixin". 

Naturally  she  didn't  have  a  lot  of  free  time  to  fret  about.  Just  in 
case,  we  then  moved  from  the  city  to  the  country  where  she'd  have 
plenty  to  do.  Mary  commuted  with  me  through  the  first  winter  and 
then  resigned  her  job  jn  the  spring  so  she  could  get  busy  gardening. 
\t  her  direction,  the  man  with  the  plow  broke  sod  on  the  whole 
'"south  forty."  Mary  took  a  lot  of  kidding  as  she  set  forth  at  planting 
time  with  her  equipment  (book,  yardstick,  string  and  stakes — oh,  yes, 
and  seeds)  and  a  determined  look.  When  the  book  said  rows  eighteen 


Proud  papa  etijov  leading  or  romping  with 
kid-,  carries  on  long  Iricridh  COttVCrSStions" 
with  two-year-old  d-c.  and  wee  liahv  Heih. 


Kill  made  up  Cue)  -  nickname  from  initials  K.  C.,  which  '•laud  lor  Kallilccii 

Christine.  He  called  young  Kill  "Willie"  until  bo)  said  he  disliked  it  end 

made  liim  -lop.  i-  onlv  one  who  pels  ;i\va\  with  calling  \lla  Mac  "Minnie. 


Casey,  like  the  rest,  is  a  hearty  eater,  la 
gcN  -o  much  milk  weekly  10  ipiarlH — 1| 
mill  pcr-onalK  puis  it  a\\a\  in  ii  ln^cr 


★    II  it  \\     AM  I'll  14  A    LIVBf  * 


Mary  is  bridge  lover  as  well  as  baby  lover,  plays  weekly  (when  not  producing)  with  group  of  women 
who  make  donation  to  Salvation  Army  before  game,  call  themselves  Salvation  Army  Women's 
Club.  She  eloped  with  Bill  at  16,  she  got  high-school  diploma  while  he  finished  college. 


inches  apart  she  made  'em  eighteen  inches — by  the  ruler.  She  had  as 
pretty  a  garden  as  ever  I  saw. 

Eventually  all  those  long  rows  spouted  produce.  We  ate  all  we 
could  hold.  We  gave  away  almost  tons  of  stuff.  But  the  squirrel  in- 
stinct had  its  innings,  too,  and  the  long  rows  in  the  garden  became 
long  rows  on  the  fruit-cellar  shelves. 

Maybe  Mary  put  too  much  into  that  first  season's  gardening.  Or 
maybe  it  was  because  next  year  the  weary  plowman  didn't  get  around 
to  our  garden  until  that  spring  urge  to  plant  had  spent  itself.  In  any 
case,  the  minor  decisions  and  quite  a  bit  of  the  work  were  left  to  me 
and  the  soil  seemed  to  know  it.  The  garden  that  year  was  something 
less  than  a  huge  success.  Succeeding  years  found  us  less  and  less  in- 


clined to  wrest  food  from  our  hillside  garden.  Frozen  foods  seemed 
nicer  than  anything  we  could  raise  (certainly  nicer  than  home-canned) 
and  so  much  less  mess  to  prepare.  Food  was  getting  easier  to  buy  and 
not  so  hard  to  pay  for. 

I  was  outspokenly  relieved  that  we  were  going  to  relax  and  that 
Mary  was  going  to  take  it  easy.  It  was  at  this  juncture  that  Mary 
triumphantly  announced  her  new  project:  a  new  family! 

I  wasn't  too  sure,  but  it  was  a  little  late  for  protests  and  Mary 
was  pleased  as  Punch,  so  

Came  a  night,  ahead  of  schedule,  when  we  rushed  to  the  hospital 
and  to  a  terrible  disappointment.  Our  baby,  a  boy,  didn't  make  it. 
Our  Doc  Pavey  said  it  was  a  faulty  placenta  and  that  the  baby  never 


Bill  loves  teasing,  cajoling  babies  at  lunchtime  or  after  dinner,  but  fancies  himself  as  ladies  man,  shrugs  off  week-end  baby-sitting  on  sister. 


Son  Bill's  shyness  once  baffled  parents,  now  he's  come  out  of  it.  Halloween,  on  a  dare, 
he  climbed  up  narrow  ladder  to  top  of  city  water  tower,  painted  in  six-foot  white  words, 
"I  made  it,"  next  day  confessed,  paid  $15  to  repaint  tower.  He  wants  to  be  sales  engineer. 


If 


It  takes  all  ages  to  make 

a  house  a  home,  the  Arters  sa 
and  they  should  know. 


Bill  carries  cement  at  lumber  yard, 
saves  wages  to  pay  for  college. 


had  a  chance.  Mary  cried  all  night 
and  most  of  the  next  week.  Finally 
Doc  comforted  her  with  his  assur- 1 
^■Lj^    f/jfl  ance  that  she  was  in  fine  shape  to  go 

right  ahead  with  her  plans  for  a 
baby — that  in  his  opinion  the  best 
time  was  when  a  woman's  system 
was  all  "tuned  up"  for  childbearing. 
With  this  professional  opinion  a- 
her  shield  and  buckler,  she  wouldn't  take  "no"  for  an  answer 
and  the  natural  result  followed. 

Doc  must  have  been  right,  because  "Casey"  was  just  about  the 
most  beautiful  baby  in  the  world.  Casey  is  a  girl  and  her  full  name  is 
Kathleen  Christine  O'Neil  Arter.  We  call  her  Casey  for  her  initials. 

Well,  you  might  have  thought  Bill  and  Alta  Maisie  would  have 
been  a  little  fluffed-off  at  this  intrusion  into  our  well-ordered  house- 
hold. Instead  it  has  been  the  most  heartwarming  part  of  a  w  onderful 
new  life  to  see  how  they  love  her.  We're  the  envy  of  all  our  friends 
who  are  belatedly  starting  their  first  families,  because  ours  is  the 
household  with  the  built-in  baby-sitters. 

No  mother  ever  went  off  to  afternoon  bridge  or  evening  party 
with  spirit  more  blithe.  No  baby  ever  had  two  such  devoted  mothers, 
either  of  w  hom  w  as  so  able  and  w  illing  to  interpret  its  needs  and  till  its 
wants. 

From  the  first,  Mary  was  determined  not  to  raise  a  lone  chick  as 
Casey  would  certainly  be  with  such  grown-up  siblings.  Casey,  she 


\ri«  r-  love  poker,  drink  only  "as  a  social  chore," 
like  to  StS)  up  late.  They  spent  S2.VK)  fixing  up 
m  i\  home,  with  basement  playroom  for  kids. 

Arter  i-  good  mixer,  -lor\ teller,  gay  host,  likes 
people  so  well  he  often  loses  track  of  time,  i- 
late  to  dinner.  "We  eat  all  hours,"  Mary  says. 


Mary  always  bathes  Beth  in  kitchen  sink,  says  it's  easier.  She  thinks  her  life 
"wonderful,"  but  she  does  not  want  children  to  marry  as  young  as  she  did, 
urges  them  to  go  to  college  first.  "Things  are  different  now,"  she  says  firmly. 


said,  should  have  a  brother.  And  as  proof  of  her  determination, 
Casey's  brother  arrived  last  November — onlv  baby  brother  crossed 
us  up  by  being  baby  sister. 

Just  having  more  babies  is  hardly  activity  enough,  so  we've  man- 
aged a  number  of  complications.  We  moved. 

The  first  couple  of  years  in  the  country,  we  were  wildly  enthusias- 
tic. Then  it  became  pretty  much  routine,  though  we  continued  to  feel 
sorry  for  folks  in  the  city.  In  the  fall  of  1948  we  were  still  very  much  con- 
tent and  tben  a  series  of  things  happened. 

Things  started  piling  up  on  me  at  the  office.  I'd  work  nights  to 
catch  up,  only  to  slip  farther  behind.  I'd  decide  to  spend  a  whole 
week  end  downtown  to  try  to  get  even.  No  dice!  For  one  thing,  I  had 
no  pep.  Didn't  hurt  anyplace,  just  hadn't  the  old  zing. 

For  a  couple  of  years  I'd  been  teaching  nights  at  two  nearby  uni- 
versities, Ohio  State  and  Ohio  Wesleyan,  as  well  as  holding  down  my 
daytime  job  as  an  advertising  man.  I  could  no  longer  face  a  three- 
hour  night  class  in  layout  and  copy  with  anything  but  dread. 

Mary  said  very  little,  but  quietly  made  an  appointment  with  some 
diagnosticians.  They  gave  me  the  works  and  found  so  little  amiss  they 
were  embarrassed.  They  did  recommend  heroic  daily  doses  of  thyroid 


All  four  Arter  children  are  on  self-demand  schedules,  get  whatever  food  they  want  when- 
ever they  want  it.  Son  Bill  is  such  a  prodigious  eater  he  is  likely  to  take  in  a  can  of  soup, 
two  or  three  sandwiches,  half  a  quart  of  milk  before  sitting  down  to  a  hearty  dinner. 


Son  Bill  says  he  used  to  "play  the  field."  now  lie 
goes  steady.  When  he  wants  to  really  irk  his 
mother  he  threatens  to  run  away,  get  married. 


"Slumber"  party  caused  house  to  echo  with 
song  and  laughter  until  five  A.M.,  when  girls  acci- 
dentallv   fell  asleep.   GitUa   bring  own  food. 


Last  call  for  dinner  and  then  to  bed.  Bill  takes  over  when  Mary  calls  it  a  16-hour  day.  "Zf's  lots  of  nark,  hut  it  pays  off  in  love,"  Arters  say. 


Babies  bring  new  life  in 
more  ways  than  one. 


Hill  fixed  himself  up  a  work- 
room  in  basement,  often  plant 

a<l  i  iirn|i<ii^ris  here,  (  iitcliei  Up 
nil  In-  liaile  n - . n I j 1 1 w .  u  lull-  lam 
ily  bleep   |«-ai  cfiill\  overlicurl. 


and,  so  I'd  have  a  little  something  lor  all  the  time  and  money  I'd  spent  with  them, 
ordered  my  very  well-behaved  appendix  deleted. 

The  surgeon  was  a  little  embarrassed  about  the  whole  thing,  just  as  I  was.  He 
talked  broadly  and  adapted  the  old  frontiersman's  comment  about  Indians,  saying 
that  "the  only  good  appendix  is  an  out  appendix."  As  a  special  bonus  he  offered  to 
perform  a  couple  of  other  and  minor  surgical  chores  at  the  same  "sitting." 

A  date  was  set,  and  almost  before  I  realized  it  Mary  was  holding  my  hand  telling 
me  that  it  was  all  over. 

My  surgeon"  (how  proudly  I  rolled  that  on  my  tongue)  believed  in  brief  con- 
valescence. I  vsas  routed  mil  of  bed  in  a  few  hours  and  in  a  few  days  was  home — 
a  bit  sore  but  with  I  be  earnest  assurance  that  I  was  sound  as  a  dollar.  I've  seen  some 
vers  limp  dollar-  in  my  day. 

Physically,  no  doubt,  I  was  in  a  line  stale  of  repair,  but  menially!  I  was  fearfully 
low.  I  couldn't  forget  all  thai  work  al  the  office.  My  ibis  lime  they  were  calling  me, 
tirnidU  at  first  and  finally  arrogantly,  asking  what  bad  been  done  about  this  and  thai. 

I  was  to  rest  al  home  for  a  week  In  line  going  back  to  work.  Mary  had  arranged  me 
quite  comfortably  with  an  armload  of  hooks  tO  (Continued  on  I'aur  21H) 


*     HOW  AMI  1114  A  LIVEN  * 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


MATTER  HOW  MUCH  you  intend  to  spend  for  your  new 
;  you're  sure  to  get  more  for  your  money  if  it's  run  by  Gas ! 
these  superb  new  Gas  ranges  are  not  only  years  ahead  in 
;rn  design . . .  but  miles  ahead  in  speed,  ease  and  cooking 
ts.  Yet  they're  actually  behind  in  price !  For  instance,  a  6- 


burner,  2-oven,  2-broiler,  automatic  Gas  range  costs  S100  less 
than  "a  4-burner.  twin-oven- range  run  by  any  other  modern  fuel. 
And  that's  not  all!  Gas  saves  up  to  SI 00  on  installation  ...  up 
to  S37  on  operating  costs  every  single  year!  See  the  amazing  new 
Gas  ranges  at  your  Gas  company  or  appliance  dealer's,  today! 


Standard  or  de  luxe  .  .  .  Gas 
ranges  still  cost  from  S30  to  $100 
less  than  the  same  type  run  by  any 
other  fuel.  See  the  Spring  Style 
Show  of  smart  new  models,  today! 


*  than  the  fastest  range  run  by  any 
rfuel !  Gas  is  ready  w  ith  any  heat  you 
the  second  you  want  it.  Ready  to 
ge  to  dozens  of  other  heats  instantly ! 


CLEANER  THAN  THE  CLEANEST  range  you've 

ever  had  in  your  kitchen!  No  bolted 
down  units.  Burners,  broiler  lining,  oven 
racks — all  lift  out,  suds  shining  clean  in 
dishpan !  Gas  broiling  is  really  smokeless. 


cooler  than  the  coolest— regardless  of 
which  part  of  the  range  you  use!  Broil- 
ing, or  boiling,  Gas  keeps  the  heat  on  the 
job  and  out  of  your  kitchen.  Burners  cool 
quickly!  Ovens  have  super- insulation. 


finer  than  the  finest  cooking  by  any 
other  method.  And  far  easier,  too!  With 
Gas  you  don't  have  to  learn  a  lot  of 
complicated  new  timing  rules  or  cope 
with  a  lot  of  strange,  tricky  gadgets. 


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*Maximum  savings  of  Gas  over  any  other  modern  cooking  fuel  .  .  .  based  on  current  Consumer  Pric  e  Index  for  34  key 
cities  .  .  .as  compiled  by  the  U.  S.  Bureau  of  Labor  Statistics.  In  28  out  of  the  34.  Gas  costs  decidedly  less  for  cooking. 


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★    HOW   AMI  IIII  A    I.IVES  ★ 


"Maisie"  Arter  has  a  passion  for  blue  jeans,  but  is  becoming  more 
and  more  fashion-conscious  every  day.  W  hen  we  talked  about  the  kind  of 
wardrobe  she  would  like  most  to  have,  her  first  thought  was  of  a  dress 
to  wear  square  dancing,  which  she  does  every  Saturday  night.  Next,  a  pair 
of  denim  shorts  to  wear  with  a  sweater,  or  in  the  summer  with  a  matching 


sun  top.  She  liked  our  idea  of  a  crisp  taffeta  for  Easter  Sunday  .  .  .  match- 
ing gloves,  a  large  navy  straw  and  fresh  carnations  make  a  pretty  picture. 
\\  ith  her  pink  shantung  dress  and  its  flannel  jacket,  these  make  a  well- 
munded  wardrobe  for  such  a  gay.  popular  teen-ager.  •  By  Nora  OLeary. 


PHOTOGRAPH  BY  GENEVIEVE  NAYLOR 


"Maisie"'  wearing  her  crisp  navy-and-v*  hite  checked  taffeta  with  a  shiny  pateni 
belt.  ?'Easy-to-Make"  Junior  Vogue  Design  No.  3331;  9  to  17,  29H  to  34H. 


|\   1  bright  r<->l  rickrack. 

Vogue  Design  No,  6944]  L2  to  20 


lint  V  OftM  PftttCTIM  •!  |Jm  ■tOTI  whjoh  wlU  tlnni  hi  t  our  «it  t  .  Or  t.r#lrr  l»\  ni.nl.  encw 

<>t  monuy  order,  'Iron  Vogue  Pal  tarn  sT\nr.  Pui  mm  \  *  nmr,  (irmm  »  h.  i 
Canada  from  I'm  SdmIum  AvaniM,  Toronto,  Ont  (*Conn*riirut  r^Mmta  pie***  »«M 


LADIES'  HOME  JOl'RNAL 


A  man-tellinq  m  about 


nylon  yarn  in  stockms  I 


Who  was  he,  lady?  A  hosiery  buyer?  A  stocking  manu- 
facturer? Not  that  it  matters.  It's  what  he  said  that  counts. 


i  he  remind  you  of  the  many  things  that  influence  wear  in 
Ion  stockings — fabric  construction,  selection  of  proper  leg 
gth  and  size,  garter  placement,  care  in  manufacture,  and 
jr  care  in  handling  your  stockings? 


And  did  he  tell  you  about  "denier" — what  it  means  and 
that  it,  too,  plays  a  part  in  stocking  satisfaction  and 
wear?  Denier  is  the  weight  and  thickness  of  the  thread 
in  your  nylon  stockings.  That's  a  useful  fact  to  know, 
since  you  have  a  choice  of  denier — 15,  20,  30,  40  or  70. 
The  larger  the  denier  number,  the  stronger  the  thread. 
For  example,  15  denier  is  half  as  heavy  and  half  as 
strong  as  30  denier.  Before  the  war  mpst  nylon 
stockings  were  30  or  40  denier.  After  the  war  super- 
slieer  15  deniers  became  widely  available — and 
eagerly  welcomed  by  women  who  wanted  their  legs  to 
look  their  very  prettiest  —  every  day,  all  day! 


may  have  mentioned  that  although  you  may  see 
[ade  of  Du  Pont  Nylon"  stamped  on  the  stockings 
i  buy,  Du  Pont  makes  only  the  nylon  yarn — not  the 
aery.  Your  stockings  are  made  by  many  hosiery 
nufacturers. 


Did  he  tell  you  all  tbat?  And  did  you 
listen?  Congratulations,  lady — because 
that's  the  story  of  nylon  yarn  in  stockings 
— something  every  woman  should  know! 


FREE  BOOKLET 

—  more  facts  for 
women  about  nylon. 
Write  for  it  to 
.  du  Pont  de  Nemours  & 
(Inc.),  Nylon  Division, 
t.L-2,  Wilmington  98,  Del. 


"EG.U.S.PAT.OFF. 

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FOR    FIBERS    TO    COME...  LOOK 


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April,  1 


Suppose  you  couldn't  SEE... 
which  shirt  f#^\^  is  cleaner 


I'llOlO  ItY  MVHON  DAVIS 


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Why  . .  you  could  tell  by  the  smell! 
The  wonderful,  clean  fragrance  of 
a  shirt  that  has  been  washed  with 

Fels-Naptha  Soap  proves  that  every 

bit  of  dirt  and  perspiration  odor 

has  been  washed  away — completely! 

And  for  whiteness  .  .  the  improved  Fels-Naptha 
you  buy  today  has  a  new  'sunshine'  ingredient 
that  gets  white  things  —  shirts,  towels,  linens 
—  brilliantly,  radiantly  white.  Yes,  use  today's 
improved  Fels-Naptha  and  your  white  things  will 
actually  radiate  new  whiteness  every  time  you  wash  them! 

REMEMBER— ONLY  FELS-NAPTHA  GIVES  YOU 
THESE  THREE  WASHDAY  ADVANTAGES: 

Mild,  golden  soap. 
PLUS  .  .  Gentle,  active  naptha. 
PLUS  .  .  A  new,  finer  'sunshine'  ingredient 

that  makes  white  things  radiate 

new  brilliant  whiteness! 


Ask  your  grocer  for 
Improved  Fels-Naptha  Soap, 
today. 


MAOf  IN  PMIIA. 

by  rta  a  co. 


Fels-Naptha  Soap 


BAN/SHES  TATTLE-TALE  GRAY 


Mary  Arter's  laundry  is  in  the  five-windowed  sunroom  off  the  kitchen. 
Here  she  can  keep  one  eye  on  Casey,  aged  two,  and  the  other  on  dinner. 


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By  MARGARET  DAVIDSON 


MOUNTAINS  of  clothes  are  soiled  by  the  six  Arters,  and  no  wonder.  The  fami 
includes  a  baby,  a  toddler,  a  teen-age  girl,  a  working  boy.  Every  bit  of  laundi 
is  done  at  home,  but  it's  no  chore.  Once  a  day  at  least  Mary  puts  a  load  throu 
her  automatic  washer.  "It's  so  easy  to  do  it  regularly  I  don't  mind  at  all,"  she  say 
New  equipment  helps.  But  it's  the  strategic  first-floor  location  that  aids  Mai 
most.  Who  likes  daily  treks  up  and  down  the  basement  stairs?  Then,  too,  in  the  has 
ment  she  would  be  far  away  from  telephone,  doorbell,  kitchen  and  children.  A  bas 
ment  is  often  a  gloomy  dungeon,  and  the  promotion  of  the  laundry  from  these  lowi 
regions  is  a  real  advance.  Four  plans  for  fitting  laundries  into  the  first  or  secor 
floors  of  today's  houses  are  illustrated  here. 

What  is  a  Well-Planned  Laundry?  For  the  washing  center,  it's  an  assembl; 
line  arrangement  of:  a  ventilated  hamper  for  soiled  clothes;  a  sorting  counter;  wail 
tubs;  dryer,  optional  but  wonderful;  and  drying  racks  for  woollies  and  fragile  garment 
if  you  have  a  dryer,  and  for  all  washing  on  rainy  days  if  you  haven't.  It  has  a  fu\ 
plate  or  electric  teakettle  on  the  counter  for  making  starch  and  a  storage  cabinet  ft 
supplies  near  the  tubs.  It  means  plenty  of  hot  water,  especially  if  your  washer 
automatic,  and  adequate  electric  circuits.  (A  dryer  needs  a  three-wire  circuit  unle 
it  uses  gas.)  It  calls  for  good  ventilation,  preferably  an  exhaust  fan,  to  blow  oi 
moisture  and  odors.  If  a  dryer  isn't  vented,  it  gives  off  pounds  of  moisture  in  tl 
room  with  every  load.  The  ironing  center,  separate  perhaps  from  the  washing  are  I 
requires  individual  outlets  and  circuits  for  iron  and  ironer,  if  the  latter  is  feasible,  I 
ironing  board,  of  course,  hangers  and  racks  for  ironed  clothes,  and  more  stOTQM 


Laundry-Sowing  Room 
>>vl  Mm-  Kitchon 

Here's  Mary  Arter's  first-floor 
sunroom  done  over  as  a  laun- 
dry-sewing room.  One  corner 
is  set  apart  for  washing,  an- 
other for  ironing  and  a  third 
for  sewing.  Hut  it  has  other 
purposes.  Flowers  can  he  ar- 
ranged at  the  sorting  counter 
(beside  tub).  Hills  can  he  paid 
at  the  desk.  There  is  play  space 
for  her  two-year-old.  and  here 
on  the  first  floor  she  can  always 
be  near  both  the  baby  and  the 
kitchen.  .  .  .  Some  laundry  tips 
from  Mary  to  you:  She  saves  ironing, 
except  for  outer  garments,  tablecloths, 
guest  sheets,  by  taking  the  clothes  from 
her  dryer  while  still  hot,  and  shaking  and 
folding  thetn  smooth.  Things  she  does 


DRYER         WASHER       TUB  HAMPER 
BELOW 

LAUNDRY 
9'8"XI2'2" 

{  '.PORTABLE 

'      ■  IRONING  BOARD 


J         1  \  EAST  / 
>     CHAIR  / 


iron  are  removed  while  damp  to  sa\] 
sprinkling.  She  changes  one  bed  everl 
day  and  washes  its  sheds  with  that  day | 
washing.  This  way  she  balances  tiij 
washer  load;  some  small,  sonic  lug  item 


II O  \\      \  M  I  MM  A    I  I  \  IS  * 


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205 


aundry-1  i  ilia  v  Room 
|  for  Modern  House 

t  v  modern  houses  there  is  no  base 
[Here,  the  ground-floor  room  con- 
!   the  heater,  water  heater  and 
i  has  a  washing  center  in  sequence 
jne  end.  The  drying  yard  is  just 
•.  but  there  are  racks  over  the  tubs 
^  of  bad  weather.  The  wringer 
is  wheeled  up  to  the  tubs  when 
One  tub  would  be  enough  if  the 
were  automatic.)  A  tall  cabinet 
he  kitchen  door  has  room  for 
ig  and  laundry  supplies,  also  for 
lig  and  sweater  forms  and  a  clothes 
—the  folding  kind,  with  legs  to 
ooping.  The  hamper  is  under  the 
r  where  the  clothes  are  sorted  and 
emoved  before  washing.  Ironing 
■  in  the  kitchen's  dining  space — a 


poond-Floor  Laundry 
or  Two-Story  House 

cond  floor,  where  soiled  clothes 
ulate,  may  be  the  logical  place  for 
dry  in  a  two-floor  house.  It  is  a 
place  for  doing  your  pressing,  too, 
ironing  board  is  near  the  door, 
plan  can  be  carried  out  in  a  dead- 
ill,  large  closet  or  too-small  bed- 
that  backs  up  to  a  bathroom, 
icting  the  pipes  with  those  in  the 
om  saves  money.)  Since  carrying 
1  clothes  down  to  a  drying  yard 
be  a  hardship,  a  dryer  is  a  must 
j  there  is  a  clothesline  strung  out 
he  second  floor.  But  anywhere  a 
jceeps  you  from  plowing  through 
i3w  or  running  out  into  the  rain. 
I  the  happiest  features  of  this  plan 
iimity  of  linen  closet  and  hall.  The 
iloset  open%  fore  and  aft,  so  sheets 
he  ironer  go  on  the  shelves  with 


convenient  take-off  for  basting  the  roast 
or  manipulating  the  pressure  pan. 


If  TUB  WASHER  DRYER 
rHAMPER 

\  LAUNDRY 
\  7'9"X  8" 


one  motion,  come  off  the  shelves  from 
the  hall  side,  and  go  on  the  beds  which 
are  a  little  way  down  the  hall.  An  ironer, 
shown  here,  is  worth  the  practice  it 
takes  to  utilize  its  benefits.  It's  speedy 
on  those  wide  expanses  which  make  up  a 
large  share  of  the  average  family  wash. 
And  it  takes  the  load  off  your  feet  be- 
cause you  sit  down  to  operate  it. 


DRYER         WASHER       TUB  SINK 
BELOW 


KITCHEN  -  LAUNDRY 
I3'6"XI6' 


HEATER  ROOM 


TO  LIVING  -  DINING  ROOM 


Kitchen-Laundry 
Combination 

another  plan  for  a  modern  one- 
ouse,  with  the  automatic  washer 
up  to   the   kitchen   sink — for 
ny.  In  the  double  sink  the  laundry 
rvered  with  a  sliding  drainboard, 
conveniently  close.   When  the 
is  plumbed  in,  it  prevents  that 
iy  aroma  of  soapy  water.  Space- 
Provision  for  rolling  the  ironer 
the  serving  counter  beside  the 
when  you're  not  using  it;  the  tall 
ird,  where  the  ironing  board  is 
next  to  the  refrigerator.  (Adjust- 
inds  of  ironing  boards  can 


be 


lowered  for  sit-down  ironing.)  Here,  by 
pushing  the  table  back  a  little,  you  can 
do  your  ironing  in  the  full  light  of  the 
window,  and  the  table  is  right  there  for 
ironed  flat  pieces.  Racks  and  hangers  for 
ironed  clothes  should  be  nearby  to  save 
jumping  up  continually.  So  should  stor- 
age for  your  hand  iron,  pressing  cloths, 
sponge,  bowls  and  sleeve  board.  .  .  .  Not 
shown  is  another  possibility  for  a  laun- 
dry-plus: the  laundry-hobby  room.  Easy 
mopping  up  after  yourself  or  some  other 
member  of  your  family  is  a  necessity  for 
both.  Arts  or  crafts,  photography,  in- 
door gardening  are  hobbies  that  require 
a  handy  water  supply  and  surroundings 
you  can  mess  up. 


"Ironing  is  Sjimes  easier 
with  gating  in  mysfarch/" 

WRITES  MRS.  DONALD  BUTLER,  WAYNE,  ILLINOIS 


"Satina  works  like  magic!"  writes 
Mrs.  Butler.  "Satina  in  my  starch 
makes  ironing  3  times  easier  and  gives 
the  clothes  a  lovely  fragrance.  I  like  it 
very  much  for  dresses." 

Satina  is  a  wonderful  ironing  aid 


FR££s?»  PA<JKA<5e 


We're  so  sure  you'll  love 
Satina.  if  we  can  just  get 
you  to  try  it  once,  that  we're 
offering  you  a  free  full-size 
package.  Enough  for  4  big 
starchings!  Just  you  try  it  and 
judge  Satina  for  yourself! 


A  PRODUCT  OF 
GENERAL  FOODS 


that  you  use  with  boiled  or  unboiled 
starch.  It  dissolves  easily  in  boiling 
water  or  the  boiling  starch  solution. 

It  not  only  makes  ironing  lots  easier, 
it  makes  clothes  smell  fresher,  look 
newer,  and  stay  clean  longer,  too! 


NAME- 


STREET 


Satina  II 


SATINA,  Dept.  B-2,    Battle  Creek,  Michigan 

Dear  Sirs:  Satina  sounds  good  to  me.  Now  I'd 
like  a  free  full-size  package  to  see  how  much  easier 
it  makes  my  starched  ironing. 


STATE- 


•gjf  ?ot  SAWA  in  voor  sfarofc  / 

It  makes  starched  ironing  3  times  easier!" 


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...  in  the  brilliant,  sophisticated  air  of 
YardJey  "Bond  Street"  Perfume.  Use  it  for  your 
delight,  and  for  the  pleasure  of  those 
about  you.  Make  it  your  own,  an  accessory  to 
your  loveliness,  when  you're  preparing 
to  greet  your  husband  in  the  evening,  or  when 
you're  out  for  a  social  whirl.  And  for 
lifting  your  spirits  the  day  long,  use  "Bond  Street" 
Toilet  Water  and  Dusting  Powder  freely  — 
they're  lighter  versions  of  the  same  artful  fragrance 

YARD  LEY 

Creators  ol  Lotus,  Fragrance  and 
■  \\>u\  Violets  Perfumes,  know  n  the  world  over. 


l>r«MJu<  f«  for  \ 


■  n  •'■  i  ...  K,,„h„„l  and  ftnldhad  »•  ihj  D.8.  \.  (,,.„,  tin  nririna, 
'•"""•I"-   I  taparwd  .,,.1  dHMMk  bfradlMU  todfe*  ..f  Lm  I,,,  ,.  (>2o  kif.l,  A.r,  N.v.f 


"Bond  Blraat"  Parfunti 
91.S0  to  (IS,  pliu  Ui 

"Bond  Straat"  Toilal  II  iM 
*!.(>.*>  ind  M.TSi  pi'.- 1 in 

'Bond  BtrMt"  Durtlni  PowdM 
|l,6Si  plui  int 


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20 


be  just  about  perfectly  proportioned,  teen-age  Maisie  Arter  should  take  off 
.'rom  her  hips  and  1"  from  her  thighs. 

[aisie  is  5'  9"  tall  and  her  measurements  are:  bust — 39";  waist — 28H"; 
. — 41";  thighs — 233/2,/.  Since  weight  in  the  hip  and  thigh  area  is  solid  and 
cult  to  reduce,  it  is  necessary  to  exercise  faithfully  every  day  and  to  follow 
at  low  in  sweet  and  starchy  foods. 

hese  exercises,  combined  withreducing-diet  sense,  will  help  any  girl  achieve 
tier  proportions  in  time  for  summer  bathing.  •  By  DAWN  CROWELL  NORMAN 

Beauty  Editor  of  the  Journal 


Lie  flat  on  stomach,  head 
resting  on  folded  arms,  legs 
together  and  outstretched. 


Lift  left  leg,  holding  knee 
stiff,  and  describe  a  wide  circle 
moving  leg  to  left,  up,  to 
right,  and  down.  Without 
resting  your  foot  on  the  floor, 
describe  10  complete  circles. 
Now  do  the  same  with  right 
leg.  Work  up  to  30  circles. 


id  erect,  hands  on  hips, 
1  held  high,  abdomen  in, 
apart  in  comfortable  stance. 

sly  lower  yourself,  bringing 
r  knees  together.  Without 
ing  your  feet,  return  to  an 
ght  position.  Rest  a  mo- 
it.  Repeat  this  exercise  10 
•s.  Work  up  to  25  times. 

EXERCISES  BY 
NICHOLAS  KOUNOVSKV 


PHOTOGRAPHS  BY  GENEVIEVE  NAYLOR 


>it  on  edge  of  chair,  weight  resting  on 
hip,  arms  comfortably  arranged  over 

It  of  chair,  left  leg  outstretched  with 
touching  floor  in  back.  2.  Slowly 

e  leg,  maintaining  stiff  knee,  to  hip 


level,  and  3.  slowly  bend  knee  and  pull 
leg  forward  as  far  as  possible.  Return  to 
the  first  position.  Repeat  10  times.  Work 
up  to  20  times.  Do  all  of  your  exercises 
rhythmically  for  faster  and  best  results. 


★    HOW  AMERICA  LIVES  * 


POROUS 
NYLON. 


A  LOVELIER  FIGURE 
FOR  YOU. ..IT'S  THE 


FIGURE 


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figure-emphasizing  suits  and  dresses. 
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Others  from  $7.95.  Flexees  All-in-Ones 
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Others  from  $10.95.  Your  favorite  store 
will  be  glad  to  fit  you  to  your  new  Flexees. 


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Durlran't  Spicn  or*  fr»i  h  poektd  with  full  flavor  and 
aroma.  Thoro  it  ocompl»l«  oitorfmcnf  to  add  excis- 
ing now  flavors  o//  through  your  menu  from  loop 
fo  dot-.trt.  Inttrtiltd  in  vnutual  r«cip«i?  Writa 
Durban  Famout  foodt.  Dept.  4  J'>,  Elmhurti,l.t.,N.Y. 


S^^l  ASK  YOUR  GROCER  FOR- 


*    HOW  AMERICA  I.IVES  * 


MYRON  DAVIfl 


The  Arters  are  a  cooky  family!  When  Mrs.  Arter  bakes  cookies,  she  makes  a 
good  hundred  at  a  time — and  even  then  they  don't  last  very  long.  Drop 
cookies  have  favor  over  rolled  ones.  "Too  much  trouble."  Mrs.  Arter  savs. 


Dinner  on  Time 


By  LOUELLil  G.  MUM  l  it 

CARING  for  a  large  house  and  four  children,  two  of  them  in  the 
baby  stage,  keeps  Mrs.  Arter  constantly  on  the  jump.  A  log  of  her 
day  would  read  like  a  local-stop  timetable.  She  does  what  comes 
easiest.  If  there's  a  short  cut  that  simplifies  cooking,  a  way  to  save  time 
and  work — this  is  for  her,  and  for  you,  too,  who  have  just  as  busy  sched- 
ules but  still  want  to  set  a  good  table  economically  for  your  family. 


Convenient*!*  Outlet. 

Ham-and-Eggs  Arter 
Spinach 
Combination  Compote 

"Canned  hams  are  wonderful,"  says 
Mrs.  Arter.  "I  use  them  frequently. 
All  I  need  to  do  is  heat  them  in  the 
oven  just  before  dinner.  Having  ham 
around  is  a  great  convenience  for 
other  meals  and  Alta  Mae  s  lunch 
sandwiches.  Here's  a  quick  supper 
dish  we  like." 

HAM-AND-EGGS  AKTER 

(look  1  peeled  onions,  sliced  thin,  in 
about  I  cup  water,  (lover  and  slcuiu 
until  lender.  C.ul  up  about  1 pound 
\mericaii  cheese  and  mell  in  top  of 
double  boiler  over  hoi  waler.  Keep 
heal  low  and  add  onions  ami  the  juice. 

Season  with  sail  and  pepper,  (ail 
cooked  hum  in  good  generous  slices 

and  sau  i  e  on  I ...  1 1  sides,  jusl  enough  lo 
beat  hum.  (If  yon  don'l  happen  lo 
have  bum  in  ihc  bouse,  crisp  baCOD 
I. i-li  -  good  in  ibis  disli  loo.)  Poach  an 
I'HH  apiece.  Arrange  u  slice  of  lousl  for 

each  person  on  large  platter.  I i  ham 

slices  (or  bacon)  on  lousl,  nexl  the 
poached  6gg*.  1'onr  the  onion  -cheese 
MUM  over  I  be  lop. 


Serve  freshly  cooked  spinach  right 
on  the  platter — saves  serving  dishes, 
and  it  looks  so  pretty.  To  speed 
spinach  to  the  pot,  use  warm  water 
and  you  can  wash  that  sand  right  out 
of  your  spinach  in  no  time.  - 

COMBINATION  COMPOTE 

Ever  since  Mrs.  Arter  learned  about 
cookless  slewed  primes,  she's  kept  a 
jar  in  the  refrigerator  most  of  the  time. 
The  children  like  them  for  breakfast 
and  they  are  a  perfect  base  for  a  com- 
pote— just  add  other  canned  or  fresh 
cut-up  fruit.  Here's  the  way  to  do  the 
prunes:  Add  cups  boiling  water  lo  1 
pound  tenderized  prunes  in  a  quart 
jar.  Cover  and  cool  at  room  tempera- 
ture, then  refrigerate  two  or  three  days 
until  plump.  That's  all  then'  is  lo  it. 

★    ★  ★ 

Save  Time  iiml  Fiinn 

Individual  Meal  Loavei 
Oven  French-Fried  Potatoes 
Frozen  Mixed  Vegetable! 
Quick  Rhubarb  Sauce 

Kvery  family  has  meal  loaf  now  and 
then  and,  as  you  know,  il  takes  an 


LADIES'  ll(t\i 


Dur  to  bake  in  a  loaf  pan.  Baked  as 
dividual  meat  loaves  in  muffin  pans, 
takes  only  35  minutes  at  375°  F. 
ne  the  pans  with  crinkled  paper 
iking  cups  and  save  dishwashing 
me.  Arrange  meat  loaves,  French 
ies  and  vegetables  all  on  one  plat- 
r — you'll  carry  it  to  table  more 
•oudly — fewer  dishes  to  wash. 

VEN  FRENCH-FRIED  POTATOES 

's  easier  to  oven-fry  potatoes  than  to 
j  them  in  the  old  accepted  way — fry- 
g  in  deep  fat  on  top  of  the  range.  Let 
tern  bake  along  with  the  meat 
aves.  Cut  peeled  baking  potatoes 
to  — }/2"  sticks.  (There  are  special 
itters  on  the  market  just  for  French 
ies.  It's  done  in  a  jiffy.)  Place  pota- 
•es  in  shallow  pan.  Brush  generously 
ith  melted  shortening  or  salad  oil. 
ake  same  length  of  time  as  meat 
•aves.  Turn  potatoes  now  and  then, 
'hen  crisp,  drain  on  paper  toweling, 
id  sprinkle  with  salt  and  pepper. 

QUICK  RHUBARB  SAUCE 

you've  ever  made  rhubarb  sauce  and 
ad  it  end  up  in  stringy,  unattractive 
ttle  pieces,  you'll  want  to  know  about 
lis  quick  foolproof  method.  Wash  and 
ice  4  cups  rhubarb — the  pink  kind, 
lix  with  1  cup  sugar.  Put  in  top  of 
juble  boiler  over  hot  water.  Cover 
id  let  steam  until  tender.  Don't  add 
ly  water — it  makes  its  own  juice, 
lon't  stir  it  and  the  rhubarb  will  stay 
i  appetizing  unbroken  shapes. 

And  here's  an  idea!  Mrs.  Arter  soft- 
joks  Casey's  supper  egg  in  the  bot- 
im  of  the  double  boiler  while  the 
lubarb  steams.  Even  if  you  don't 
ive  a  soft-cooked  egg  on  the  menu, 
ju  might  like  to  put  in  several  eggs 
i  hard-cook  for  next  day's  salad 
jwl.  Saves  washing  another  pan. 

★    ★  ★ 


Casseroles  Make  Sense 

Veal-and-Rice  Casserole 

Green  Salad 
Dropped  Ginger  Cookies 
Tapioca  Pudding 

[rs.  Arter  says  she  couldn't  manage 
early  so  well  without  frequent  cas- 
;role  meals,  as  she  can  prepare  them 
i  the  afternoon.  They  wait  well  near 
innertime,  if  she's  busy  feeding  the 
iby.  With  a  green  salad  and  dessert, 
lis  is  a  filling  meal.  Cookies  or  cake 
id  fruit  or  tapioca  pudding  are  the 
sual  desserts.  Mrs.  Arter  makes  a 
uart  of  this  pudding  at  a  time — has 
scided  to  increase  the  quantity,  as  the 
lildren  are  so  fond  of  it.  It  takes  no 
lore  time  to  make  a  lot  than  a  little! 

VEAL-AND-RICE  CASSEROLE 

lut  \  pounds  thinly  sliced  veal  cut- 
it  into  serving  pieces.  Season  with 
lit  and  pepper.  Brown  meat  in  a  little 
ot  shortening  or  salad  oil.  Transfer 
J  a  2-quart  casserole.  Add  1  eight- 
unce  can  tomato  sauce  and  1}^  cups 
rater  to  pan  you  browned  the  meat  in. 
Iring  to  a  boil.  Add  cup  washed 
iw  rice,  a  pinch  of  thyme,  a  pinch  of 
larjoram  (optional),  2  onions,  sliced, 
dash  of  Tabasco  sauce,  1  stalk 
elery  cut  into  pieces  and  about  % 
saspoon  salt  and  some  pepper.  Taste 
>r  seasoning,  adding  more  sail  if 
eeded.  Pour  over  veal.  Bake  covered 


in  moderate  oven,  350°  F.,  40  min- 
utes. Slice  a  seeded  green  pepper  and 
lay  the  rings  on  top.  Continue  baking, 
uncovered,  another  20  minutes. 

DROPPED  GINGER  COOKIES 

(the  kind  that  keep  soft) 
Originally  this  recipe  was  a  rolled 
cooky,  but  it's  so  much  easier  to  drop 
them.  She  does  most  of  her  cooky  bak- 
ing at  night,  after  the  young  children 
are  in  bed.  Usually  makes  two  or  three 
kinds  while  she's  at  it,  hoping  they  will 
last  awhile.  Cream  1 cups  shortening 
and  }/3  cup  brown  sugar  together 
thoroughly.  Add  1 }/%  cups  molasses 
and  1  well-beaten  egg.  Beat  batter 
hard.  Sift  2  cups  flour  with  2  teaspoons 
ginger,  \}/2  teaspoons  cinnamon  and 
\]/2  teaspoons  allspice.  Stir  into 
creamed  mixture.  Add  %  cup  boiling 
water.  Add  another  cup  of  flour;  mix 
and  let  stand  in  refrigerator  for  half  an 
hour.  Now  sift  2  more  cups  flour  3 
times  with  4  teaspoons  baking  soda 
and  ]/2  teaspoon  salt.  This  is  impor- 
tant, as  this  recipe  calls  for  more  than 
the  average  amount  of  baking  soda. 
Mix  into  the  batter  and  chill  one  hour 
or  more.  In  fact,  this  dough  can  be 
made  one  day,  chilled  overnight  and 
baked  the  next.  If  so,  soften  a  bit  at 
room  temperature.  Drop  by  spoonfuls 
onto  greased  cooky  sheets,  several 
inches  apart.  Bake  in  moderate  oven, 
350  F.,  8—10  minutes  or  until  done. 
Cool  and  store  in  covered  crock. 
Makes  5  dozen. 

★    *  * 

A  Date  With  a  Cake 

Baked  Lemon  Pork  Chops 

Green  Beans 
Raw  Vegetable  Bouquet 
Layer  Cake — Easy  Chocolate 
Icing 

At  least  once  a  week  Mrs.  Arter  likes 
to  stir  up  a  cake.  But,  since  Beth  was 
born,  she  uses  one  of  the  many  good 
cake  mixes.  She  gets  the  pork  chops 
ready  for  the  oven  while  the  cake  bakes. 

EASY  CHOCOLATE  ICING 

Soften  1— 3-oz.  package  of  cream  cheese 
with  3  tablespoons  milk  or  cream. 
Blend  until  smooth.  Add  2  cups  sifted 
confectioners'  sugar,  V2  cup  at  a  time, 
blending  after  each  addition.  Melt  2 
squares  unsweetened  chocolate,  cool 
slightly  and  add  to  creamed  mixture 
with  a  pinch  of  salt.  Flavor  with  1 
teaspoon  vanilla.  Beat  all  together 
until  smooth  and  well  blended.  This 
frosting  will  keep  several  days  in 
the  refrigerator  if  tightly  covered. 

When  you  bake  layer  cakes  in  wax- 
paper-lined  pans,  fold  wax  paper  back 
and  forth  to  right  width — enough  to 
make  at  least  a  dozen  liners.  Cut  out  all 
at  once  and  keep  handy.  It's  such  a 
fiddly  job  to  have  to  stop  and  cut  two 
liners  every  time  you  bake  a  cake. 

BAKED  LEMON  PORK  CHOPS 

Dredge  4  lean  shoulder  pork  chops 
with  flour,  salt  and  pepper.  Brown  on 
both  sides  in  a  little  hot  shortening  or 
salad  oil.  Drain  off  excess  fat.  Arrange 
in  a  baking  pan.  Put  a  slice  of  lemon 
on  each  chop.  Mix  cup  catchup  with 
x/i  cup  water  and  2  tablespoons  brown 
sugar;  pour  over  chops.  Bake  uncov- 
ered in  moderate  oven,  350°  F.,  until 
done,  approximately  an  hour,  depend- 
ing on  thickness  of  chops. 


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aroma.  There  is  a  complete  assortment  1o  add  excit- 
ing new  flavors  all  through  your  menu  from  soup 
to  dessert.  Interested  in  unusual  recipes?  Write 
Durkee  Famous  Foods,  Dept.  4  JS,  Elmhursl,  L./.,N.y. 


^£%Z  ASK  YOUR  GROCER  FOR- 


MYHON  DAVlfl 


The  Arters  are  a  cooky  family!  When  Mrs.  Arter  bakes  cookies,  she  makes  a 
good  hundred  at  a  time — and  even  then  they  don't  last  very. long.  Drop 
cookies  have  favor  over  rolled  ones.  "Too  much  trouble."  Mrs.  Arter  says. 


Dinner  on  Time 


By  LOUELLA  G.  SIMM  I  II 

CARING  for  a  large  house  and  four  children,  two  of  them  in  the 
baby  stage,  keeps  Mrs.  Arter  constantly  on  the  jump.  A  log  of  her 
day  would  read  like  a  local-stop  timetable.  She  does  what  comes 
easiest.  If  there's  a  short  cut  that  simplifies  cooking,  a  way  to  save  time 
and  work — this  is  for  her,  and  for  you,  too,  who  have  just  as  busy  sched- 
ules but  still  want  to  set  a  good  table  economically  for  your  family. 


r«m\  «'iiM«i   Outlet. 

Ham-and-Eggs  Arter 
Spinach 
Combination  Compote 

"Canned  hams  are  wonderful,"  says 
Mrs.  Arter.  "I  use  them  frequently. 
All  I  need  to  do  is  heat  them  in  the 
oven  just  before  dinner.  Having  ham 
around  is  a  great  convenience  for 
other  meals  and  Alta  Mae's  lunch 
sandwiches.  Here's  a  quick  supper 
dish  we  like." 

HAM-AND-EGGS  ARTER 
(look  4  peeled  onions,  sliced  thin,  in 
aboul  I  cup  water,  (lover  and  steam 
Until  lender.  (lul  up  aboul   1  2  pound 

American  cheese  and  mell  in  lop  of 
double  boiler  over  hoi  water,  keep 

heal  low  and  add  onions  mid  the  juice. 
Season  with  sail  and  pepper.  Cut 
cooked  ham  in  flood  generous  slices 

and  Mutton  both  sides,  jusl  enough  to 
licai  ham.  (If  you  don't  happen  to 

have  hum  in  llie  house,  crisp  baOOD 

ta  i 1    good  in  ihis  dish  too.)  Poacb  an 

e^n  upiei  e.  Arrange  u  slice  of  loasl  for 

each  person  on  large  platter.  Put  ham 

slices  (or  hucon)  on  lousl,  next  the 

poached  eggs.  Pout  the  onion -cheese 

sauce  over  I  he  lop. 


Serve  freshly  cooked  spinach  right 
on  the  platter — saves  serving  dishes, 
and  it  looks  so  pretty.  To  speed 
spinach  to  the  pot,  use  warm  water 
and  you  can  wash  that  sand  right  out 
of  your  spinach  in  no  time.  • 

COMBINATION  COMPOTE 

Ever  since  Mrs.  Arter  learned  about 
cookless  slewed  prunes,  she's  kepi  a 
jar  in  the  refrigerator  mosl  of  the  lime. 
The  childreh  like  them  for  breakfast 
and  they  are  a  perfect  base  for  a  com- 
pote— jusl  add  oilier  canned  or  fresh 
cut -up  fruit.  Here's  l he  way  lo  do  the 
prunes:  Add  3  cups  boiling  water  lo  I 
pound  tenderized  prunes  in  a  quart 
jar.  (lover  and  cool  at  room  tempera- 
I  ure,  then  refrigerale  I  wo  or  three  days 
until  plump.  That's  all  there  is  lo  il. 

★     ★  ★ 

S»vi>  Tim*'  »n«l  Fiinn 

Individual  Meat  Loaves 
(hen  French-Fried  Potatoes 
Frozen  Mixed  Vegetable! 
Quick  Rhubarb  Sauce 

I'.vcry  family  has  meal  loaf  now  and 
then  and,  as  you  know,  il  lakes  an 


LADIES'  HOM 


tjnour  to  bake  in  a  loaf  pan.  Baked  as 
y'  ndividual  meat  loaves  in  muffin  pans, 
Bit  takes  only  35  minutes  at  375°  F. 
ILine  the  pans  with  crinkled  paper 
Soaking  cups  and  save  dishwashing 
Itime.  Arrange  meat  loaves,  French 
Ifries  and  vegetables  all  on  one  plat- 
Iter — you'll  carry  it  to  table  more 
Iproudly — fewer  dishes  to  wash. 

loVEN  FRENCH-FRIED  POTATOES 

jit's  easier  to  oven-fry  potatoes  than  to 
(do  them  in  the  old  accepted  way — fry- 
Jing  in  deep  fat  on  top  of  the  range.  Let 
Ithem  bake  along  with  the  meat 
iloaves.  Cut  peeled  baking  potatoes 
(into  — lA!'  sticks.  (There  are  special 
Icutters  on  the  market  just  for  French 
Ifries.  It's  done  in  a  jiffy.)  Place  pota- 
toes in  shallow  pan.  Brush  generously 
[with  melted  shortening  or  salad  oil. 
make  same  length  of  time  as  meat 
[loaves.  Turn  potatoes  now  and  then. 
[When  crisp,  drain  on  paper  toweling, 
iand  sprinkle  with  salt  and  pepper. 

QUICK  RHUBARB  SAUCE 

If  you've  ever  made  rhubarb  sauce  and 
'had  it  end  up  in  stringy,  unattractive 
little  pieces,  you'll  want  to  know  about 
this  quick  foolproof  method.  Wash  and 
dice  4  cups  rhubarb — the  pink  kind. 
Mix  with  1  cup  sugar.  Put  in  lop  of 
double  boiler  over  hot  water.  Cover 
and  let  steam  until  tender.  Don't  add 
any  water — it  makes  its  own  juice. 
Don't  stir  it  and  the  rhubarb  will  stay 
in  appetizing  unbroken  shapes. 

And  here's  an  idea!  Mrs.  Arter  soft- 
cooks  Casey's  supper  egg  in  the  bot- 
tom of  the  double  boiler  while  the 
rhubarb  steams.  Even  if  you  don't 
have  a  soft-cooked  egg  on  the  menu, 
you  might  like  to  put  in  several  eggs 
to  hard-cook  for  next  day's  salad 
bowl.  Saves  washing  another  pan. 

★    ★  ★ 


Casseroles  Make  Sense 

Veal-and-Rice  Casserole 

Green  Salad 
Dropped  Ginger  Cookies 
Tapioca  Pudding 

Mrs.  Arter  says  she  couldn't  manage 
nearly  so  well  without  frequent  cas- 
serole meals,  as  she  can  prepare  them 
in  the  afternoon.  They  wait  well  near 
dinnertime,  if  she's  busy  feeding  the 
baby.  With  a  green  salad  and  dessert, 
this  is  a  filling  meal.  Cookies  or  cake 
and  fruit  or  tapioca  pudding  are  the 
usual  desserts.  Mrs.  Arter  makes  a 
quart  of  this  pudding  at  a  time — has 
decided  to  increase  the  quantity,  as  the 
children  are  so  fond  of  it.  It  takes  no 
more  time  to  make  a  lot  than  a  little! 

VEAL-AND-RICE  CASSEROLE 

Cut  1J/2  pounds  thinly  sliced  veal  cut- 
let into  serving  pieces.  Season  with 
salt  and  pepper.  Brown  meat  in  a  little 
hot  shortening  or  salad  oil.  Transfer 
to  a  2-quart  casserole.  Add  1  eight- 
ounce  can  tomato  sauce  and  1  x/i  cups 
water  to  pan  you  browned  the  meat  in. 
Bring  to  a  boil.  Add  ^  cup  washed 
raw  rice,  a  pinch  of  thyme,  a  pinch  of 
marjoram  (optional),  2  onions,  sliced, 
a  dash  of  Tabasco  sauce,  1  stalk 
celery  cut  into  pieces  and  about  x/i 
teaspoon  salt  and  some  pepper.  Taste 
|or  seasoning,  adding  more  salt  if 
needed.  Pour  over  veal.  Bake  covered 


in  moderate  oven,  350°  F.,  40  min- 
utes. Slice  a  seeded  green  pepper  and 
lay  the  rings  on  top.  Continue  bakinji, 
uncovered,  another  20  minutes. 

DROPPED  GINGER  COOKIES 

( the  kind  that  keep  soft ) 
Originally  this  recipe  was  a  rolled 
cooky,  but  it's  so  much  easier  to  drop 
them.  She  does  most  of  her  cooky  bak- 
ing at  night,  after  the  young  children 
are  in  bed.  Usually  makes  two  or  three 
kinds  while  she's  at  it,  hoping  they  will 
last  awhile.  Cream  1 cups  shortening 
and  }^  cup  brown  sugar  together 
thoroughly.  Add  cups  molasses 

and  1  well-beaten  egg.  Beat  batter 
hard.  Sift  2  cups  flour  with  2  teaspoons 
ginger,  \}/2  teaspoons  cinnamon  and 
\]/2  teaspoons  allspice.  Stir  into 
creamed  mixture.  Add  %  cup  boiling 
water.  Add  another  cup  of  flour;  mix 
and  let  stand  in  refrigerator  for  half  an 
hour.  Now  sift  2  more  cups  flour  3 
times  with  4  teaspoons  baking  soda 
and  ]/2  teaspoon  salt.  This  is  impor- 
tant, as  this  recipe  calls  for  more  than 
the  average  amount  of  baking  soda. 
Mix  into  the  batter  and  chill  one  hour 
or  more.  In  fact,  this  dough  can  be 
made  one  day,  chilled  overnight  and 
baked  the  next.  If  so,  soften  a  bit  at 
room  temperature.  Drop  by  spoonfuls 
onto  greased  cooky  sheets,  several 
inches  apart.  Bake  in  moderate  oven, 
350  F.,  8—10  minutes  or  until  done. 
Cool  and  store  in  covered  crock. 
Makes  5  dozen. 

★    *  * 

A  Date  With  a  Cake 

Baked  Lemon  Pork  Chops 

Green  Beans 
Raw  Vegetable  Bouquet 
Layer  Cake — Easy  Chocolate 
Icing 

At  least  once  a  week  Mrs.  Arter  likes 
to  stir  up  a  cake.  But,  since  Beth  was 
born,  she  uses  one  of  the  many  good 
cake  mixes.  She  gets  the  pork  chops 
ready  for  the  oven  while  the  cake  bakes. 

EASY  CHOCOLATE  ICING 

Soften  1—3-oz.  package  of  cream  cheese 
with  3  tablespoons  milk  or  cream. 
Blend  until  smooth.  Add  2  cups  sifted 
confectioners'  sugar,  cup  at  a  time, 
blending  after  each  addition.  Melt  2 
squares  unsweetened  chocolate,  cool 
slightly  and  add  to  creamed  mixture 
with  a  pinch  of  salt.  Flavor  with  1 
teaspoon  vanilla.  Beat  all  together 
until  smooth  and  well  blended.  This 
frosting  will  keep  several  days  in 
the  refrigerator  if  tightly  covered. 

When  you  bake  layer  cakes  in  wax- 
paper-lined  pans,  fold  wax  paper  back 
and  forth  to  right  width — enough  to 
make  at  least  a  dozen  liners.  Cut  out  all 
at  once  and  keep  handy.  It's  such  a 
fiddly  job  to  have  to  stop  and  cut  two 
liners  every  lime  you  bake  a  cake. 

BAKED  LEMON  PORK  CHOPS 

Dredge  4  lean  shoulder  pork  chops 
with  flour,  salt  and  pepper.  Brown  on 
both  sides  in  a  little  hot  shortening  or 
salad  oil.  Drain  off  excess  fat.  Arrange 
in  a  baking  pan.  Put  a  slice  of  lemon 
on  each  chop.  Mix  Yi  cup  catchup  with 
x/2  cup  water  and  2  tablespoons  brown 
sugar;  pour  over  chops.  Bake  uncov- 
ered in  moderate  oven,  350°  F.,  until 
done,  approximately  an  hour,  depend- 
ing on  thickness  of  chops. 


with  Durkee's 

COCONUT 

Yes!  Ordinary  pies  and  cakes  become 
heavenly  treats  when  topped  with 
Durkee's  Coconut.  Durkee's  coconut  comes 
two  ways!  Fancy  shredded  in  the  familiar 
carton  .  .  .  extra  moist  in  airtight  tins. 
Both  may  be  toasted  for  flavor  variations. 


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For  the  test  banana  cream 
pie  you  ever  tasted ... 


Get  these 
at  your  grocers  today. . 


and  make  it  better  with 
the  Magic  Ingredient 
champion  pie-makers  use  ! 


"It  takes  lard  to  make  a  pie  crust 
really  tender  and  flaky,"  say  women 
everywhere  who  win  blue  ribbons 
for  their  pies. 

Yes,  lard  is  the  Magic  Ingredient 
of  the  champions.  And  the  cham- 
pion of  all  lards  is  Armour  —  Amer- 
ica's finest  pie  lard.  Armour  Star 


Lard  blends  faster  and  easier  than 
any  other.  Mighty  economical,  too! 

So  ask  your  grocer  for  Armour 
Star  Lard  in  the  self -measuring 
green -and -white  carton.  Use  this 
finer  lard  regularly  to  make  all 
your  pie  crusts  flakier,  hot  breads 
tastier,  fried  foods  more  digestible ! 


ARMOUR 
LARD 


pure 


.  .  the  lard  that  stays  fresh 
without  refrigeration. 


For  ;i  kkkk  booklet  of  Marie  Clifford's 
choice;  baking  recipe*)  using  lard,  write 

Dept  .  409,  Pox  2053,  Armour  arid  Company,  Chicago  9,  Illinois 


little:  black  imikss 

(Continued  from  Page  40) 

it  to  you,"  she  said.  "He  said  he  opened  it 
by  mistake." 

Bret  grinned.  "Gosh!  I  hope  it's  re- 
spectable." 

He  fished  out  the  enclosure,  and  read 
aloud — with  Abby  listening  as  if  she,  the 
privileged  one,  were  hearing  the  first  render- 
ing of  the  Gettysburg  Address. 

"'Davy  and  Joe.'"  he  read,  "'cordially  in- 
vite you  to  attend  the  opening  of  their  new 
and  exclusive  night  club  on  the  evening  of 
Friday,  October  the  tenth.  Floor  show  fea- 
turing the  Welden  Twins,  and  Libby  Faber, 
the  California  nightingale.  Music  by  the 
Madcap  Boys.  Superb  cuisine  for  the  so- 
phisticated and  discriminating. ' "  Bret  slipped 
the  announcement  back  into  its  envelope. 
"Well!  Sounds  like  quite  a  place!  Who  do 
you  suppose  Davy  and  Joe  are?" 

Abby  looked  at  him  earnestly.  "I  don't  be- 
lieve I've  ever  heard  of  them." 

"I'll  bet  nobody  else  has  either.  They're 
just  trying  to  kid  the  public  they're  well- 
known  characters."  He  gave  her,  without 
warning,  the  smile  that  melted  her  bones. 
"The  opening  night  might  be  quite  a  thing, 
though.  Would  you  like  to  go?" 

The  question  ran  around  and  around  in  her 
head  without  making  any  sense.  Would  you 
like  to  go?  . . .  Would  you  like  to  go? . . .  Would 
you  like  to  go? 

"Don't  tell  me,"  he  said,  "you're  booked  a 
whole  two  weeks  ahead.  Ten  days  from 
now — that's  almost  two  weeks.  Friday  the 
tenth?  Couldn't  you  make  it?" 

Abby  struggled  for  words.  "Why,  yes," 
she  said  clearly.  "Why,  yes,  I  guess  I  could." 

"It's  a  date,  then?" 

She  nodded,  and  smiled  at  him.  It  was  im- 
portant not  to  let  him  know  that  the  world, 
having  stopped,  had  now  started  all  over 
again,  spinning  erratically,  rocking  wildly  in 
cosmic  space.  .  .  .  And  in  the  midst  of  all  this 
it  came  to  her  that  she  had  absolutely  noth- 
ing to  wear.  The  only  formal  dress  she  had 
was  left  over  from  her  high-school  days,  too 
juvenile  for  someone  of  eighteen.  Moreover, 
the  last  time  she  wore  it,  some  teen-age  full- 
back had  put  his  great  stupid  foot  through 
the  hem.  By  no  possible  stretch  of  the  imagi- 
nation could  it  be  seen  in  a  place  for  the  so- 
phisticated and  discriminating. 

But  the  noon  hour,  the  blessed  noon  hour, 
finally  arrived.  She  escaped  from  the  girls. 
And  somehow  or  other  she  was  led,  as  if  by 
the  hand  of  destiny,  to  one  particular  little 
shop  on  Madison  Avenue. 

They  had  the  dress  for  her.  Just  the  perfect 
little  black  dress.  Abby  knew  at  once  she 
must  have  this  dress  and  none  other.  Quite 
possibly  the  whole  course  of  her  life  depended 
on  whether  or  not  she  could  afford  it. 

All  things  considered,  her  voice  was  amaz- 
ingly calm  and  controlled.  "Well,  yes,  I  think 
it  might  do  all  right.  .  .  .  How  much  is  it,  by 
the  way?" 

"Thirty-five  dollars,"  the  saleswoman 
said,  "and  a  Dior  copy.  You  won't  find  an- 
other little  dress  like  it  in  New  York  for  the 
price — or  anywhere  near  the  price.  It's  simple 
and  youthful,  and  at  the  same  time — if  you 
know  what  I  mean — it  just  couldn't  be  more 
chic." 

But  the  words  were  swarming  around 
Abby's  ears  like  so  many  mosquitoes.  All  this 
time  she  had  been  biting  her  lip.  nerving  her- 
self to  a  momentous  decision. 

She  took  the  plunge.  "Well,  I  don't  seem 
to  have  much  money  on  me  at  the  moment, 
as  it  happens;  but  if  you  would  take  a  five- 
dollar  deposit  and— and  just  hold  the  dress 
for  me  till  Friday  the  tenth?  N<x>n?" 

So  it  was  arranged. 

That  night  she  was  a  little  absent-minded, 
and  her  mother  eyed  her  in  some  concern. 
Jane  Marsden  was  always  worrying  about 
Abby.  Ik-fore  Paul  Marsden's  death,  a  beau- 
tiful life  had  been  planned  for  his  child.  This 
very  autumn  she  was  to  have  been  entering 
college,  where  hei  falhel  had  seen  hei  work- 
ing her  brilliant  way  toward  a  Phi  Beta 
Kappa  key,  and  where  her  mother  had  seen 


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ready  to  use  on  all  ranges,  including  >r> 
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Authentic  design  from 
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r  in  lovely  little  woolly  sweaters  and  sports 
irts.  entirely  surrounded  by  good-looking 
ys  who  wanted  to  marry  her.  Sometimes 
e  mother  would  weep  in  secret,  remember- 
»  the  dream.  It  was  difficult  to  accept 
>by's  assurances  that  she  didn't  mind  work- 
7  at  a  switchboard  all  day  long,  or  putting 
e  money  she'd  earned  on  grocery  bills  or  on 
irts  and  shoes  for  her  little  brother. 
"You're  so  quiet,  Abby.  Did  anything  up- 
;ting  happen  at  the  office?" 
With  painstaking  care  Abby  buttered  a  bit 
bread.  "No,  mother.  As  a  matter  of  fact, 
r.  Bret  Curtis  asked  me  for  a  date  for  a 
ek  from  Friday,  I  believe  it  is.  I  don't  know 
I've  mentioned  him  or  not.  He's  the 
unger  one." 

"You  mean  one  of  the  partners  in  the 
«?"  Jane  Marsden  paused,  in  a  flash  see- 
;  Abby  settled  on  her  own  estate  on  Long 
and.  swinging  into  the  drive  in  a  smart 
sv  station  wagon.  But  in  the  next  second 
:  was  stricken.  "Abby !  What  are  you  going 
wear?" 

'Oh,  my  goodness,  that'll  be  easy  enough. 
iey  have  such  bargains  these  days  if  you 
ow  where  to  look.  .  .  .  Now  don't  you  get 
urself  all  worked  up,  mother." 
she  could  not  have  mentioned  the  thirty 
liars,  of  course.  But  that  sum  grew  larger 
jry  minute— grew  positively  monumental, 
iby  kept  backing  up  and  looking  at  it  from 
sv  angles.  Borrowing  was  out  of  the  ques- 
n.  That  was  a  psychological  impossibility, 
;n  if  there  had  been  anyone  from  whom  she 
ild  have  borrowed.  Abby's  father,  it  so 
ppened,  had  been  a  chronic  borrower,  who 
d  left  his  wife  and  children  nothing  but  his 
al  remorse  and  an  accumulation  of  unpaid 
Is.  Debt,  the  bogeyman 
Abby's  childhood,  was 
II  a  monster,  never  for 
e  moment  to  be  em- 
aced.  But  she  must  have 
it  thirty  dollars.  The 
;d  to  have  it  was  practi- 
ly  as  vital  as  the  need  to 
:athe. 

It  would  have  been  agreeable  to  spend  the 
ole  evening  going  over  her  financial  situa- 
n.  Unfortunately,  she  had  a  date  with 
orge  Fletcher. 

jeorge  had  a  rather  formal  way  of  arriving 
take  her  to  the  movies — as  if  they  were 
ng  to  the  opera.  He  invariably  knew  what 
tures  were  being  featured  in  the  local  the- 
;rs,  and  the  precise  moment  at  which  the 
creels  would  go  off  and  the  pictures 
uld  come  on.  There  was  no  risk  in  an  eve- 
\g  with  George.  On  the  other  hand,  there 
Is  no  particular  promise  of  adventure. 
\fter  the  movie — which  had  to  do  with 
na  Turner,  suffering  with  charm— they  re- 
[red  to  a  little  neighborhood  soda  fountain, 
orge  seized  the  opportunity  to  talk  about 
rriage.  *' 

en  his  first  proposal,  which  had  taken 
ce  several  months  ago,  had  lacked  a  ro- 
ntic  note.  The  idea  of  their  marriage  was 
lething  George  seemed  to  regard  as  a 
>d,  sound,  sensible  proposition  which 
by  would  eventually  come  to  see  in  a  fa- 
able  light. 

You  haven't  got  anything  against  me, 
e  you,  Abby?" 

Not  a  single  thing,"  she  said,  stirring  her 
wherry  soda.  "But  the  trouble  is— and 
i  awfully  sorry,  George ! — I  just  don't  love 
i." 

You're  looking  for  love  the  way  it  is  in 
i  movies,"  he  told  her.  "Marriage  isn't  like 
It." 

I  Isn't  it?" 
FNo." 

fWhat  is  it,  then?" 

Well,  it's  two  people  taking  a  long-range 
w  of  their  lives — having  a  lot  in  common — 

siting  a  home  "  He  warmed  to  his 

me.  "Now  if  you  kept  your  job  the  first 
>  years  or  so,  we  could  swing  the  payments 
i  little  house  in  Jackson  Heights  or  maybe 
•  leplace  in  Jersey.  When  the  house  was 
)'d  for  we  could  think  about  a  family— and 
Mhat  time  I  ought  to  be  making  a  pretty 
i  d  income.  Then  the  way  I  figure,  we  could 
?i  going  on  a  really  good  plan  for  our  sav- 
'l;>— and  I  could  retire  around  fifty." 


Abby  smiled  at  him.  George's  brown  eyes 
were  very  good,  honest  eyes,  but  they  had 
never  known  the  light  of  humor.  "I  suppose 
it's  selling  insurance  that  makes  you  so  prac- 
tical. George." 

"What's  wrong  with  being  practical?  Do 
you  want  to  marry  some  wisecracking  kind  of 
character  that  never  thinks  of  the  future?" 

Firmly  and  skillfully  Abby  changed  the 
subject.  She  could  not  explain  to  George  that 
the  future  was  already  waiting  for  her  in 
clouds  of  glory.  The  future,  the  very  specific 
future,  was  Friday,  October  the  tenth. 

The  next  morning  her  mother  found  her  in 
the  kitchen,  making  sandwiches.  "What  on 
earth  for,  Abby?" 

Abby  reached  for  the  cream  cheese.  "Just 
a  way  of  saving  lunch  money,  mother.  Smart, 
don't  you  think?" 

"No!"  Jane  Marsden  flushed  suddenly. 
"I  won't  have  it,  Abby!" 

"But  " 

"Oh,  I  know  how  much  you  enjoy  having 
lunch  at  Sanborn's  with  the  other  girls.  It's 
one  of  the  few  real  pleasures  you  have  in  your 
life.  And  I'm  not  going  to  have  you  making 
any  more  sacrifices  just  to  do  things  for  your 
brother  and  me!" 

Abby  hesitated.  If  she  explained  about  the 
little  black  dress,  her  mother  would  cancel 
the  appointment  she  had  with  the  dentist 
that  afternoon.  That  was  precisely  what 
she'd  do.  She'd  go  around  with  an  aching 
tooth  and  not  say  a  word.  Abby  put  down  the 
knife  and  the  cream  cheese.  It  would  be 
simpler,  she  decided,  to  go  without  lunch  for 
ten  days.  Lots  of  people  went  without  lunch 
when  they  were  dieting — and  none  of  them 
ever  seemed  to  drop  dead. 

During  the  noon  hour 
the  thought  of  a  tuna-fish 
sandwich,  a  cup  of  coffee 
and  a  hot-fudge  sundae 
occurred  to  her.  But  it  was 
just  a  habit  peevishly  as- 
serting itself,  and  not  a  real 
torment  and  temptation. 
Instead  of  lunching  she  walked  over  to  Sixth 
Avenue. 

Timidly  she  entered  a  small,  rather 
grubby-looking  jewelry  store,  and  confronted 
an  old  man  who  had  obviously  lost  all  inter- 
est in  life  and  all  faith  in  the  human  race. 

"I  saw  your  advertisement  in  the  paper," 
Abby  began.  "  I  think  it  said  you  bought  old 
gold?" 

He  looked  at  her  and  waited,  refusing  to 
commit  himself  about  the  advertisement  in 
the  paper. 

"Well,"  faltered  Abby,  "I  brought  some 
things  " 

She  put  the  little  hoard  of  treasures  on  the 
counter,  where  they  looked  pathetic  and 
foolish,  and  as  if  they  were  reproaching  her 
for  betraying  them  to  the  cold  eye  of  a 
stranger.  With  no  great  enthusiasm  the  old 
man  scrutinized  Abby's  baby  locket,  a  water- 
logged gold  watch,  and  her  high-school  class 
ring.  He  finally  announced  they  were  worth 
no  more  than  four  dollars  and  twenty-five 
cents. 

That  was  a  shock.  But  Abby  accepted  the 
money,  steeling  herself  against  giving  any 
backward  glance  to  the  sad  little  souvenirs  of 
her  childhood.  Hurrying  out  of  the  place,  she 
was  mentally  adding  the  four  dollars  and 
twenty-five  cents  to  the  eight  dollars  she 
would  save  on  lunch  money.  She  was  not  a 
bit  discouraged,  because  she  had  already  re- 
membered hearing  about  a  mail-order  estab- 
lishment which  gave  people  envelopes  to  ad- 
dress in  their  spare  time. 

That  night  she  managed  to  smuggle  the 
first  big  box  of  envelopes  into  the  apartment. 
Her  mother  would  be  exceedingly  upset  if  she 
were  to  know  about  any  extra  job  like  this, 
but  it  was  possible  for  Abby  to  work  late,  in 
her  bedroom,  with  a  towel  spread  before  the 
door  so  that  the  light  could  not  shine 
through  to  the  hall.  It  was  all  going  to  be 
quite  simple,  she  told  herself  happily.  If  she 
worked  until  two  o'clock  every  morning  she 
would  earn  exactly  eighteen  dollars,  and  that 
would  be  twenty-five  cents  more  than  was 
needful.  She  would  go  a  bit  short  on  sleep  for 
a  while,  but  that  was  not  of  the  slightest  im- 
( Con  tinned  on  Page  213) 


RECIPE  FOR 
CORN  FRITTERS  DEL  MAIZ 

3  eggs,  V2  teaspoon  salt 

separated  '/&  teaspoon  pepper 

Wl  cups  Yz  cup  sifted 

Del  Mate  all-purpose 

Brand  flour 

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portance.  Lots  of  people  suffered  continually 
from  insomnia — and  they  seemed  to  get 
along  all  right  on  practically  no  sleep  at  all. 

But  Bret  Curtis  noticed,  next  morning, 
that  she  was  not  so  wide  awake  as  usual.  He 
had  stopped  by  the  switchboard  to  talk  to 
her. 

"Were  you  out  dancing  last  night?" 

"No-o,"  she  said.  "Not  exactly." 

"Having  fun,  though?" 

"Well,  fun  in  a  way,"  she  acknowledged 
cautiously. 

He  smiled  at  her,  and  she  was  imme- 
diately thrown  into  such  confusion  she 
put  in  one  of  Mr.  Lamb's  calls  to  Mr. 
Curtis,  Sr.,  and  two  of  Mr.  Curtis'  calls  to 
Mr.  Lamb. 

"I  hope,"  Bret  was  saying,  "you  haven't 
forgotten  our  date?" 

"No — oh,  no!" 

"You're  sure  you've  got  it  written  down?" 
"Why,  yes,"  said 


Abby  looked  without  fear  at  Mr.  Satterlee. 
She  knew  there  were  no  bills  at  the  deli- 
catessen. "Yes?"  she  said. 

"Ted  broke  a  window,"  her  mother  hur- 
ried on.  "Mr.  Satterlee  says  he's  got  to  have 
five  dollars." 

"And  right  now  I  gotta  have  it! "  said  Mr. 
Satterlee. 

Abby  regarded  him  with  icy  courtesy. 
"But  that  will  be  no  trouble  at  all,"  she 
murmured.  She  gave  him  the  five  dollars  in 
change,  as  if  it  were  of  no  more  importance 
than  a  handful  of  peanuts. 

Later,  however,  her  mother  expressed  some 
concern.  "You'd  said  something,  dear,  about 
getting  a  new  dress — and  you  don't  get  paid 
till  the  fifteenth.  Oh,  I  hope  this  five  dollars 
isn't  going  to  make  any  difference!" 

Abby  shook  her  head.  She  had  already 
made  a  lightning  calculation  in  her  mind.  It 
was  merely  a  question  of  half  an  hour  more 
each  night  on  the  envelopes— and  half  an 
hour,  more  or  less, 


Abby.  "Why,  yes,  of 
course ! " 

She  was  pleased 
with  the  casualness  of 
her  tone.  He  could  not 
have  guessed  the  date 
was  written  intoevery 
waking  moment  of  her 
day,  as  well  as  far  into 
the  night. 

"Dad  and  I  have 
got  to  barge  off  to  Chi- 
cago on  some  legal 
business,"  he  an- 
nounced. "A  few  high- 
powered  sessions  with 
a  tycoon  in  the  Loop. 
But  we'll  be  back  in 
New  York  by  the 
tenth." 

A  sudden  terror 
gripped  her.  After  all, 
he  might  have  asked 
her  to  go  to  Davy  and 
Joe's  on  a  sudden  im- 
pulse, just  because 
she'd  been  on  hand 
when  he  was  reading 
the  announcement. 
Perhaps  it  was  an  im- 
pulse he  regretted. 

"Well,"  she  said 
stiffly,  "if  you  want  to 
cancel  the  engage- 
ment— for  any  rea- 
son " 

"Hey!"  he  pro- 
tested. "You  worked 
here  for  three  whole 
weeks  before  I  got 

enough  nerve  to  ask  for  that  date!  Why 
would  I  want  to  cancel  it?" 

A  little  warmth  stole  back  to  her  heart. 
"Oh,"  she  said.  "Well,  that's  all  right  then." 

At  this  point  his  father  sent  word  he 
wanted  Bret  in  the  office.  Helplessly,  Abby 
followed  him  with  her  eyes,  again  taking 
note  of  his  broad  shoulders,  and  the  shape  of 
his  head,  and  the  easy,  confident  way  he 
walked. 

But  it  was  just  as  well  he  was  going  to  be  in 
Chicago  for  the  next  week.  Abby  was  discov- 
ering the  point  where  bliss  becomes  quite  un- 
bearable— unless  it  can  be  expressed  in 
words,  or  allowed  to  show  in  a  person's  eyes. 
It  was  all  the  happiness  she  could  take  just  to 
be  working  for  that  dress  on  Madison  Ave- 
nue— imagining  how  she  would  look  in  it — 
picturing  what  Bret's  expression  would  be 
wnerftie  saw  her  for  the  first  time  in  some- 
thing really  chic.  And  it  was  such  a  good 
omen,  she  kept  telling  herself,  that  the  money 
part  wa's  working  out  the  way  it  was. 

But  that  very  night  she  walked  into  a  little 
domestic  situation  that  in  no  wise  could  have 
been  foreseen.  She  had  arrived  home  to  find 
her  mother  on  the  brink  of  tears,  and  her 
small  brother  looking  truculent  but  scared. 
An  agitated  individual  with  ginger-colored 
hair  was  angrily  haranguing  them  both. 

"This,"  Abby's  mother  made  haste  to  ex- 
plain, "is  Mr.  Satterlee,  who  has  that  little 
delicatessen  around  the  corner." 


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By  Eleanor  Allot  (a  Chaffee 

A  small  boy  feels  the  spring  before 
the  first 

Crocus  has  pushed  a  finger  toward 
the  sun. 

Within  his  veins  he  feels  a  strange 

new  thirst: 
He  is  a  prophet,  and  our  only  one. 
He  is  afl  April  while  the  fire  still 
Glows  in  the  grate;  he  will  not  read  a 
book. 

He  looks  out  over  a  snow-capped 

window  sill, 
And  there  is  something  secret  in  his 
look. 

Something  he  does  not  understand 

has  caught 
His  heart  in  a  net  of  frenzy;  he  can 
feel 

A  pulsing  tide  of  wonder  in  his 
thought. 

April  has  whistled  a  prisoner  to  heel, 
And  long  before  the  calendar  leaf  is 
torn, 

The  first  small  flowering  of  spring  is 
born. 


wasn't  going  to  be  al- 
lowed to  ruin  her 
whole  life.  But  she 
sent  a  sudden  dark 
glance  in  her  young 
brother's  direction. 

"If  you  break  any 
more  windows,  Mr. 
Ted  Marsden,  you  can 
go  to  reform  school." 

"Aw,  Mr.  Satter- 
lee's  an  old  prune." 

"Yes,"  she  said 
severely,  "but  the  old 
prunes  are  always  the 
ones  with  the  win- 
dows." 

Then,  rather  to  his 
surprise,  she  hugged 
him  till  he  yelped  and 
wriggled  away.  For 
Abby's  happiness 
kept  overflowing  like 
this,  at  unexpected 
moments. 


By  Wednesday,  the 
eighth  of  October,  she 
was  a  few  pounds 
thinner,  and  having  to 
resist  a  tendency  to 
doze  a  little  over  her 
switchboard.  But 
what  was  food  com- 
pared with  love?  And 
what  was  sleep?  At 
noon  she  set  forth  in 
happy  confidence, 
headed  for  the  mail- 
order house,  where 
she  was  to  receive  payment  for  a  great  box  of 
finished  work.  But  they  had  no  more  work 
for  her.  That  was  the  blow  that  descended, 
hideously,  without  the  slightest  warning. 

The  woman  in  charge  was  sorry  about  it. 
"Business  happens  to  be  just  too  stinking  at 
the  moment,  dear.  Drop  in  again  around  the 
first  of  December." 

Abby  walked  back  to  the  office  in  a  frame 
of  mind  approaching  desperation.  She  was 
just  four  dollars  and  fifty  cents  short  of  her 
goal.  It  seemed  such  a  small  sum  to  make 
such  an  enormous  difference.  By  the  time  she 
reached  her  switchboard  she  had  almost  per- 
suaded herself  there  were  times,  crucial  times 
in  a  person's  life,  when  borrowing  was  not 
only  permissible,  but  the  right  and  intelligent 
thing  to  do. 

Thelma  Kenyon,  who  was  Mr.  Lamb's 
secretary,  sauntered  over  for  a  chat,  and 
fiercely  Abby  seized  her  opportunity. 

"Look.  Thelma  " 

"Uh-huh?"  said  Thelma. 

"I  was  wondering— if  I  could  borrow  " 

"Well,  honey?  Borrow  what?" 
"Your  powder  compact,"  Abby  said  in 
despair.  "  I  left  mine  out  in  my  coat  pocket." 

Thelma  handed  over  a  flat  round  silver 
case,  and  Abby  gave  her  nose  a  powdering  it 
did  not  need.  There  was  nothing  so  senseless 
as  a  complex,  she  was  telling  herself  furiously, 
nothing  so  stupid  and  idiotic.  But  there  was 
nothing  in  the  world  she  could  do  about  it.  She 
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d  no  more  ask  Thelma  Kenyon  for  a  loan 
i  she  could  go  to  the  White  House  and  ask 
i  glass  of  milk  and  a  piece  of  bread  and 
er. 

rhat's  a  compact  Jim  Tuttle  gave  me," 
ma  was  saying  proudly. 
It's  good-looking." 

lelma  sighed.  "I  don't  know  why  I  had 

j  and  fall  for  an  intern ! " 

3ut  you'd  be  'Doctor  and  Mrs.  Tuttle.' 

t  sounds  sort  of  terrific." 

:t'll  be  a  thousand  years  before  we  can 

narried ! " 

;t's  something  to  look  forward  to."  Abby 
wistfully. 

3ut  who  wants  to  get  married  when 
're  all  old  and  gray?  My  gosh!  I'll  be 
ity-five!" 

rVell,  even  so  " 

iVhat  are  you  looking  so  low  about?" 
)h— nothing  in  particular." 
["rouble  with  George?" 
Dh,  no.  How  could  there  be  any  trouble 
a  person  like  George?  " 
t'ou'll  marry  him  yet,"  said  Thelma. 
u  know  it's  always  that  nice,  faithful, 
iy  kind  that  a  girl  winds  up  marrying." 
)by  wished,  suddenly,  that  Thelma 
d  go  away — but  Thelma  was  insensitive 
lis  feeling. 

tfter  all,  you  aren't  interested  in  any- 
r  else,  are  you,  Abby?" 
)by  colored.  She  had  not  said  a  word 
it  Bret  Curtis  to  Thelma,  because  the 
e  thing  was  on  too  high  a  plane  for 
ma's  comprehension.  She  muttered 
ething  incoherent,  but  fortunately 
ma's  attention  was  diverted  just  then, 
was  staring  at  Abby's 


^  Setting  a  good  example  for 
W  your  children  takes  all  the 
fun  out  of  middle  age. 

—  ANON. 


3h,  my  dear!  You've 
a  pair  of  those  play- 
si" 

suppose  they're  too 
for  the  office." 
)h,  no!  They're  stun- 

!  And  I've  looked 
/where  for  a  pair  of  those  red-and-blue 

because  they'd  be  just  the  thing  for 
lew  blue  dress  with  the  little  red  belt— 
mber  I  told  you  about?  Oh,  Abby,  would 
De  the  great  bighearted  pal  and  sell  'em 
e?" 

Vhy— why— why  "  stuttered  Abby. 

Ve  wear  the  same  size." 
)by  pulled  herself  together.  She  drew  a 
breath.  But  when  she  spoke  her  voice 
quavering.  "Would  four  dollars  and  a 
be  too  much  for  them,  Thelma?" 

le  time  dragged,  and  then  suddenly  it 
very  fast.  By  the  tenth  Abby  felt 
d,  because  she  had  had  a  good  night's 
.  She  also  felt  as  nervous  as  if  this  were 
edding  day.  Mr.  Lamb  came  out  and  re- 
id  her  about  the  extraordinary  amount 
>uble  he  was  having  with  his  telephone 
but  Abby  simply  smiled  at  him  lov- 
,  scarcely  hearing  what  he  had  to  say. 
unch  hour  was  coming,  and  with  it  her 
?reat  moment. 

e  went  into  the  little  shop  on  Madison, 
the  saleswoman  nodded  with  ineffable 
liscension.  "Oh.  yes,"  she  said.  "It  was 
little  black  dress,  wasn't  it?" 
es.  I  hope— I  hope — that  is,  I  mean  you 
h't  " 

(•h,  no.  We've  kept  it  for  you  safe 
»ih."  She  reverted  to  her  professional 
ler.  "And  you'll  get  a  good  deal  of 
we  out  of  it,  moddam,  I'm  sure." 

IY,  momentarily  overwhelmed  by  her 
i  of  gratitude  to  the  saleswoman,  walked 
I  f  the  shop  with  the  dress  box  under  her 
'  And  even  when  she  had  returned  to  the 
i .  and  hidden  the  box  away  from  prying 
Hhe  expression  of  utter  rapture  lingered 
i  her  face. 

elma  was  struck  by  it.  "You  look  as  if 
il  found  a  fortune." 

by  tried  to  calm  herself.  "Oh,  I  just  had 
i  le  walk.  It's  very  invigorating  this  time 
jar." 

elma  yawned.  "Me,  I'm  not  feeling  in- 
<  ated.  It's  a  funny  thing,  but  I  get  more 
I  when  there's  not  enough  to  do  around 


here  than  when  there's  too  much.  Bored,  I 
suppose.  And  now  those  two  aren't  going  to 
get  back  till  Monday." 

Abby  plugged  in  a  call  for  Mr.  Lamb,  awk- 
wardly, because  her  fingers  had  turned  to 
queer,  trembling,  icy  sticks. 

"What  two,  Thelma?" 

"Why,  Mr.  Curtis  and  Bret,  of  course.  Mr. 
Lamb  just  got  a  wire  they're  not  coming 
back  today.  I  guess  they  like  it  in  Chicago. 
Have  you  ever  been  to  Chicago,  Abby?" 

Abby  moistened  her  dry  lips.  "Why,  no," 
she  said  reedily.  "  I  don't  get  around  much." 

It  was  strange,  she  thought,  but  she  had 
really  known  all  along  she  wouldn't  be  going 
to  Davy  and  Joe's.  It  had  all  been  like  a 
lovely  dream,  and  she  had  just  been  pretend- 
ing she  wouldn't  wake  up. 

The  hard  thing  was  trying  to  sound  quite 
gay  about  it  when  she  told  her  mother. 

"You  remember  that  date  I  had  with  Bret 
Curtis?  "  She  essayed,  rather  unsuccessfully, 
a  light  little  laugh.  "Well,  he's  just  forgotten 
all  about  it.  He's  still  in  Chicago." 

"Then  just  let  him  stay  there!"  cried  her 
mother  loyally.  "As  if  you'd  give  him  a  sec- 
ond thought!" 

Ted  looked  at  Abby  wisely.  "You  got 
stood  up,"  he  said. 

"Ted,"  said  his  mother,  "we're  not  inter- 
ested in  hearing  from  you." 

"Honestly,"  said  Abby,  "you  don't  need 
to  look  so  sorry  for  me,  mother !  What's  one 
date  more  or  less  in  a  person's  life?  What'll  I 
care  a  hundred  years  from  now?  That's  the 
way  I  look  at  it." 

"Of  course,"  said  Jane  Marsden,  her  eyes 
sorrowing  with  unspoken  sympathy. 
^^^^^^^^        "It  isn't  as  if  he  really 
meant  anything  to  me!" 

"Well,  that's  just  what 
I  said,  dear.  .  .  .  And  I 
was   thinking — well,  if 
George  Fletcher  drops  in, 
why  don't  you  let  him  take 
you  to  the  movies?  And 
have  a  good  time  anyhow  ?" 
Abby  nodded,  and  smiled  over  the  dread- 
ful lump  in  her  throat.  She  knew  what  her 
mother  was  really  saying.  One  man  at  the 
movies  was  worth  two  in  Chicago. 

But  when  the  doorbell  rang  she  decided 
she  would  not  go  to  the  movies.  It  would  be 
better  for  George  to  find  some  nice  sensible 
girl  who  would  appreciate  that  dream  house 
in  Jackson  Heights  and  that  annuity  for  her 
old  age. 

Her  mother  was  coming  back  into  the 
kitchen.  "Abby !  Oh,  Abby !  It  isn't  George ! " 

Carefully  Abby  put  down  the  cup  she  was 
washing.  "Well,  that's  all  right,"  she  said. 
"What  do  I  care?" 

"But  don't  you  want  to  know  who  it  is?" 
her  mother  asked. 

"Maybe  it's  my  Aunt  Margaret." 

Her  mother  lowered  one  eyelid.  "Maybe 
it's  young  Mr.  Curtis." 

"Oh,  no!  Oh,  no!  Mother!  He's  in 
Chicago!" 

"Then  Chicago's  our  living  room.  Because 
that's  where  he  is  right  this  minute,  with 
your  brother  telling  him  heaven  only  knows 
what!" 

Abby  conveyed  herself  out  of  the  kitchen, 
as  if  she  were  something  brittle  that  had  to 
be  moved  very  cautiously.  In  the  living  room 
she  found  Bret  Curtis  admiring  her  brother's 
baseball  bat. 

"Well!"  she  said  brightly.  "I  didn't  even 
know  you  were  in  town." 

He  stared  at  her.  "We  had  a  date!" 

"But  there  was  a  wire  from  your  fa- 
ther  " 

"Well,  sure,  but  I  told  him  afterward  I 
couldn't  stay  on  with  him.  He  was  sore,  but  he 
got  over  it.  Abby!  You  didn't  think  I'd  for- 
get about  Davy  and  Joe's,  did  you?" 

His  tone  was  incredulous,  and  his  eyes 
held  a  hurt  expression.  It  came  to  Abby,  in 
one  swift  and  startling  second,  that  she  was  a 
pretty  girl — with  the  power  that  no  one  must 
ever,  ever  underestimate.  She  merely  hoped 
that  he  could  not  hear  her  heart,  pounding 
wildly  against  her  ribs. 

She  smiled  at  him.  "If  you'll  excuse  me," 
she  murmured,  "I'll  just  slip  into  my  little 
black  dress."  the  end 


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CLOTHES  SO  CLEAN 


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you'll  find  them  after  a  beauty  bath 
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Chief  reason  is  Norge's  exclusive 
Triple  Action — motion  that  propels 
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Here  is  a  tilt-top  table 
for  tea,  cards  or  the  living-room 
lamp.  Four  stencil  repeats  make  a 
border  design  resembling  the 
old  museum  originals. 


The  Hitchcock  chairs  and  tray  are  new  pieces  to  stencil  at  home.  Old  commodes  or  new  copies  make  attractive  side  pieces. 


STENCILING 


URN  ITU  RE 


By  HENRIETTA  MURDOCK 

Interior  Decoration  Editor  of  the  Journal 

MORE  than  a  century  ago,  some  in- 
genious person  cut  a  design  shape  out 
of  a  square  of  cardboard  and  painted 
through  the  hole.  Stenciling  is  as  simple  as 
that,  a  way  to  get  delicate  painted  designs 
onto  chairs  and  tables,  accessories  and  other 
articles,  with  precision  and  speed. 

The  color  photographs  show  some  of 
Marion  Cheever  Whiteside's  original  de- 
signs for  stenciling  both  old  and  new  fur- 
niture. Today  you  can  buy  Colonial  furni- 
ture exactly  reproducing  the  old  favorite 
styles  and  do  the  stenciling  yourself.  Not 
only  can  you  buy  all  the  articles  pictured, 
but  many  others,  unfinished  or  with  the 
smooth  satiny  undercoats  sprayed  on,  all 
ready  for  your  (Continued  on  Page  218) 


Painted  tin  trays  and  waste- 
baskets  with  stenciled  tole  designs 
in  scheme  colors  make  charming 
accessories  for  informal  rooms. 


PHOTOS  MY  HAROLD  FOWU 


Today'i  Boston  rocker  lookx 
ju»l  liki-  Sti  aristocratic  sncestoi 

wilb  ill*:  curve  of  the  Hleririling 
billowing  the  linen  of  I h<; 

graceful  frame. 


This  modern  reproduction  of 
a  line  old  tray  has  been 
stenciled  in  gold  and  lilted  with 
a  low  stand  so  that  it  can  be 

used  for  a  roller  table. 


218 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


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(Continued  from  Page  216) 
stenciling.  As  a  rule,  furniture  painted  black, 
dark  green,  dull  red  or  brown  is  most  effec- 
tive when  stenciled,  but  there  is  no  reason 
why  you  shouldn't  use  today's  brighter  tones 
if  they  suit  your  scheme. 

Painted  furniture  stenciled  in  gilt  or  soft 
colorings  was  a  popular  style  in  Colonial 
America.  Typical  are  Boston  and  Salem 
rockers,  numerous  Hitchcock-type  chairs, 
tea  tables,  cabinets  and  sewing  chests.  Every 
family  had  a  great  tray  or  "waiter"  as  well  as 
smaller  tin  and  lacquer  trays,  canisters  and 
spice  boxes,  all  decorated  with  enchanting 
borders  and  motifs  delicately  stenciled  on. 

To  restore  old  stenciling,  trace  off  the 
original  design  and  cut  a  new  stencil  just 
like  it.  This  makes  a  better  job  than  painting 
over  the  old  design  freehand.  Keep  the  colors 
soft  and  you  can  bring  back  all  the  subtle 
charm  of  the  original  decoration. 

All  of  Miss  Whiteside's  designs  are  avail- 
able printed  on  one  sheet  with  full  directions 
for  cutting  the  patterns  and  applying  the  de- 
signs. Send  15>  to  the  Reference  Library, 
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MOIIK  BABIES  — 
.MORE  FIX 

(Continued  from  Page  200) 

while  away  my  respite.  Everyone  at  home 
was  being  very  kind  and  very  indulgent.  My 
drooping  spirits  were  beginning  to  revive 
when — bang!— the  bottom  fell  out. 

You're  not  going  to  be  properly  impressed 
with  the  calamity  that  struck  that  Decem- 
ber day  in  1948  unless  you've  lived  in  the 
country.  The  well  failed ! 

The  taken- fur-granted  stuff  that  we  drink, 
wash  in  with,  the  wonderful  stuff  that  whisks 
away  our  wastes,  was  no  more.  And  the  full 
extent  of  the  calamity  was  to  come  to  us 
by  degrees. 

A  hurry-up  call  brought  the  wellman,  who 
disconnected  a  lot  of  things  and  hauled  to 
the  surface  the  innards  of  the  system.  It  was 
his  considered  opinion  that  a  drilling  rig 
must  come  and  titillate  the  sands  in  the 
bottom  of  our  well  until  they  once  more  gave 
forth  cool,  clear  water. 

Then  it  devel  jped  that  one  could  not  have 
a  drilling  rig  at  one's  back  door  for  the 
whistling.  It  would  be  a  matter  of  some  days. 

In  the  meantime,  young  Bill  started,  in  a 
picnic  spirit,  the  first  of  what  became  a  most 
wearisome  series  of  trips.  He  borrowed  three 
fine,  large  milk  cans  from  one  of  our  kind 
neighbors,  loaded  them  in  the  back  of  the 
car,  filled  them  with  water  and  brought  them 
home  to  a  water-starved  family. 

Three  milk  cans  hold,  I  believe,  thirty 
gallons  of  water.  That  would  seem  to  be 
quite  a  tidy  reserve.  It's  amazing  how  quickly 
it's  gone.  The  toilets  were  the  worst.  If  you 
lean  toward  fastidiousness,  the  toilets  gulp 
thirty  gallons  in  no  time  at  all. 

I  was  plunged  at  once  into  black  despair. 
Each  succeeding  bulletin  from  the  front 
(back  of  the  house)  was  more  depressing. 

When  finally  drillers  and  rig  appeared  they 
announced  that  our  well  was  too  close  to  the 
house  to  be  titillated.  A  new  site  was  se- 
lected and  they  started  from  scratch  to  find 
us  a  well. 

Every  conceivable  calamity  befell  those 
luckless  drillers.  Sands  caved  in.  boulders 
shouldered  in  and  pinched  shut  the  casing, 
motors  failed  on  the  rig,  cables  broke, 
and  what  not. 

Day  after  day  went  by.  Christmas  Day 
came  and  went,  waterless  as  all  the  rest.  The 
first  hole  was  abandoned  and  a  new  one 
started. 

All  the  while  my  son  and  heir  ran  the  water 
route  with  thr«e  clanging  cans. 

I  went  back  to  work  where  I  could  get  out 
of  sight  and  sound  of  that  whirring,  chomp- 
ing drilling  machine. 

New  Year's  Eve  they  struck  a  powerful 
vein  of  water.  No  Oklahoma  gusher  was  ever 
greeted  with  gladder  cries. 

Then  came  the  sobering  realization  that 
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jbe  in  the  next  state.  Ahead  of  us  was 
jof  digging,  in  the  frozen  clay,  a  deep, 
[t  to  house  the  pump,  digging  a  deep 
L  the  house  and  putting  together  all 
Itipment  needed  to  send  water  once 
I  rough  the  long-dry  pipes  of  our  house, 
is  another  waterless  week  before  we 
iy  turned  on  a  faucet  and  watched  the 
1,  muddy  cascade  we'd  waited  for  so 

:<  we  had  water.  But  a  faint  inclination 
[  -ome  a  thundering  determination.  / 
1  ng  to  move  out  of  the  country.  / 
ig  back  to  town.  Anyone  who  wished 
!)me  along. 

■  was  interested  but  cagey.  The  big 
ere  hostile.   Casey   expressed  no 

-  laid  down  her  conditions:  an  extra 
n,  a  great  big  lot,  a  pretty  house, 
hool  district  and  a  lot  of  other  things, 
ie  could  see  lots  better  chances  in 
r  dates,  and  began  to  weaken, 
inally  agreed  to  move  with  us  if  we'd 
;ee  a  recreation  room  big  enough  to 
i  pool  table 
Jten  an  op- 


began  the 
for  a  new 
-a  dream 
>r  the  Arters. 
and  excited, 
,  up  the  Sun- 
patch,  disen- 
:he  "Houses 
le"  section, 
gan  to  pore 


WHEN 
DISASTER  STRIKES 

WHAT  would  you  do  if  you 
were  faced  with  emergency 
operations  for  all  three  members  of 
your  family  —  and  all  the  money 
you  had  or  could  borrow  was  tied 
up  in  building  your  first  real  home? 

Until  a  few  weeks  ago  Navy  vet- 
eran Merrill  Phillips  and  his  tiny, 
energetic  wife  Virginia  were  build- 
ing that  home  with  their  own  hands, 
accomplishing  a  near-miracle  of 
planning.  Then  came  word  that 
they — and  their  five-year-old  son 
Mickey — faced  major  surgery  and 
possible  long,  costly  treatment  for 
cancer.  Meet  the  Phillipses,  who 
found  their  answer  with  courage 
and  determination,  in 


ly  six  months 
enty-four  is- 
ter  we  were 
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solid  pages 

print  every 
t  had  become 
luous  chore, 
jliday  mood 
ig  since  dis- 
ed  and  we 

each  new 
if  house-for- 
h  the  gloomy 
ty  of  disap- 
ent. 

earlier  and 
optimistic 

s'deach  firmly  stated  our  "musts"  for 
v  house.  We'd  even  gone  so  far  as  to 

combined  list  down  on  paper.  The 
i  become  a  mockery. 
f/ay  in  our  search  we  decided  that  the 
s  answer  was  to  build.  We  looked  up 

friend  who  builds  good  houses  and 
tn  evening  looking  at  plans,  pointing 
anges  we  would  make  and  additions 
•  ant.  Our  builder  friend  would  then 
it  of  hasty  figuring  and  name  a  price 
en  thousand  more  than  we  dared  plan 
id.  Any  effort  to  lop  off  that  ten  thou- 
>pped  off  the  things  we  most  desired, 
ig  was  decidedly  not  the  answer.  Be- 
ar own  research  into  the  subject,  a  be- 
eading  of  Mr.  Blandings'  experience 
to  chill  us. 

sh  we  could  report  a  fairy-story  ending 
house-hunting  story.  We  can't.  The 
>ve  bought  was  one  we  had  seen  on  the 
rst  day  of  our  long  hunt.  It  has  prac- 
none  of  the  musts.  It  cost  us  consider- 
tore  than  we'd  wanted  to  pay.  But  it 
orthington  School  District  and  it  does 
i  downstairs  den  and  bath  that  will 
the  much-needed  fourth  bedroom. 

tew  house  doesn't  have:  a  screened 
porch;  an  attached  garage;  a  fenced 
an  isolated  dining  room.  It  isn't  stone 
:k.  It  doesn't  have  a  slate  roof.  The 
are  not  tiled.  The  windows  aren't  steel. 
3es  have  a  big  lot,  a  huge  basement,  a 
reation  room  with  nice  possibilities,  a 
oversized  breakfast  room  with  plenty 
in  for  automatic  laundry  equipment, 
re  planning  to:  tile  the  baths;  move 
ttach  the  garage  with  a  breezeway; 


perhaps  add  a  screened  porch.  We'll  re- 
sign ourselves  to  maintaining  a  frame  house 
with  wood  shingle  roof. 

With  a  house  bought,  it  was  high  time  we 
sold  our  old  one.  Ominous  rumors  of  a  de- 
clining market  put  urgency  into  that  proj- 
ect. Oddly  enough,  prices  seemed  to  hold 
stubbornly  firm  all  the  while  we  were  pro- 
spective buyers.  When  we  started  to  sell,  de- 
flation reared  its  ugly  head. 

The  whole  experience,  selling  our  house, 
was  one  of  frustration  and  disappointments. 
Soaring  hopes  of  a  sale  at  somewhere  near 
our  price  were  dashed  time  after  time.  Period- 
ically and  painfully  we  adjusted  ourselves 
to  a  new  and  lower  price.  At  last  we  had  a 
sale — just  in  time  to  get  our  new  house. 

The  rambling  account  up  to  this  break  was 
written  from  about  1  until  4  in  the  morning. 
This  is  being  written  a  few  days  later  on  a 
quiet  Saturday  night.  I  see  that  I'm  wrong- 
it's  12:30  A.M.  Sunday.  Mary's  dozing  on  the 
sofa,  Bill  has  the  family  car  for  a  week-end 
trip  (his  first)  and 
Maisie  is  out  baby- 
sitting for  a  neigh- 
bor. Casey  and  her 
baby  sister,  need- 
less to  say,  have 
been  abed  these 
many  hours. 

I've  thought  con- 
siderably the  last 
few  days  about  the 
previous  install- 
ment. I've  won- 
dered what  struck 
hard  enough  to  rout 
me  from  bed  and 
keep  me  up  three 
solid  hours  detail- 
ing the  somewhat 
less  than  momen- 
tous facts  I  set  down. 

When  Mary 
asked,  next  morn- 
ing, what  I'd  been 
doing  sitting  up  so 
late,  I  passed  it  off 
with  some  mumble 
about  planning  an 
advertising  cam- 
paign. The  cold  light 
of  day  extinguished 
much  of  the  glow 
that  had  sustained 
me  through  the 
night.  On  the  other  hand,  I  eluded  myself 
for  this  latest  of  a  long  series  of  unfinished 
projects. 

The  chiding,  then,  is  bearing  this  further 
fruit.  A  reading  of  what  I  had  written  re- 
vealed a  decided  lack  of  biographical  ma- 
terial. I  decided  to  write  more  briefly  and 
more  informatively  from  here  on,  I  hope. 


WAS  IT  CANCER? 

By  Dorothy  Cameron  Disney 

How  America  Lives  in  the  May 
Ladies'  Home  Journal 


Mary's  name  was  Menkel  and  her  father's 
family  are  of  undiluted  German  ancestry. 
Before  we  were  married  my  dad  warned  me 
about  her  "Dutch"  bullheadedness.  Dad 
was  superintendent  of  schools  in  the  home 
town  and  Mary's  father  was  president  of 
the  school  board.  Dad  considered  himself 
the  most  sweetly  reasonable  of  men,  but 
since  he  was  always  on  the  right  side  he  be- 
came very  impatient  with  people  who  stub- 
bornly refused  to  see  that  he  was  right.  It 
seems  there  are  an  awful  lot  of  points  upon 
which  two  men  in  the  positions  of  Mary's 
dad  and  mine  can  differ.  Mary's  dad  hap- 
pened to  be  particularly  unwilling  to  be 
brought  around  to  the  right  side  of  a  ques- 
tion. Dad,  with  some  reason,  saw  a  great 
deal  of  the  father  in  the  daughter. 

Mary's  mother  was  a  McGinnis  and  Irish 
as  Paddy  himself.  The  combination  in  Mary 
has  been  an  interesting  one,  often  best  (or 
most  safely)  observed  from  some  distance.  I 
really  wouldn't  have  her  different  in  any 
way.  Oh,  maybe  a  couple  of  small  details, 
but  nothing  to  mention  (again). 

We  were  married  between  my  sophomore 
and  junior  years  in  college.  I  was  20.  Mary, 
as  mentioned,  was  just  turned  16,  and 
with  another  year  of  high  school  to  finish. 
(Continued  on  Page  221) 


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(Continued  from  Page  219) 
or  families  held  individual  and  collective 
mation  meetings  after  we'd  gone  to  a 
hboring  Gretna  Green  and  become  man 
wife.  However,  they  swallowed  their 
ppointment  and  began  to  plan  for  us  to 
inue  our  threatened  schooling, 
d  been  going  to  Ohio  State,  some  hun- 
miles  from  Mary's  and  my  home.  It 
decided  that  I'd  return  and  Mary  might 
long  if  she'd  complete  high-school  work 
nail.  In  their  respective  positions,  our 
jrs  could  easily  arrange  this.  We  under- 
i  that  there  was  some  grousing  by  the 
isfolk  who  thought  the  whole  arrange- 
t  a  bit  irregular.  However,  since  Mary 
been  a  straight  "A"  student  all  her 

01  life,  it  wasn't  so  unreasonable. 

e  set  up  housekeeping  in  one  room 
•r  the  eaves  of  an  old  house  near  the 
pus.  We  both  went  to  work,  with  an  en- 
iasm  we've  seldom  since  mustered,  to 
e  a  home  of  our  attic  room.  We  both  still 
:mber  its  homemade  facilities  with  nos- 
a. 

he  bathroom  was  down  one  flight  and  a 
.  The  fight  was  with  the  ten  other  occu- 
s  of  the  house.  Being  up  a  flight  put  us  at 
advantage  and  entailed  many  a  fruitless 
to  the  foot  of  the  stairs.  Our  present 
ion  for  a  bathroom  apiece  (not  quite 
;ved)  dates  from  that  time,  we're  sure. 
11  was  born,  way  ahead  of  schedule, 

2  we  lived  in  the  attic.  Mary  sat  one 
ing  taking  her  final  exam  in  English 
mail)  and  timing  pains  by  the  alarm 
c.  We'd  consulted  the  doctor  that  very 
noon  and  had  been  solemnly  assured  that 
;  was  no  reason  to  believe  anything 
d  happen  before  the  appointed  day 
ly  two  months  away.  Professional 
ion  notwithstanding,  we  hurriedly  called 
b  at  five  next  morning.  Bill  arrived  a 
ile  of  hours  later. 

uring  the  next  ten  days  Mary  studied  for 
Latin  exam  and  I  crammed  for  finals, 
just  crammed  and  went  back  to  the 
Dator  where  they  kept  him  between 
s. 

?ot  my  degree  in  '33 — a  bleak  year  in- 
fer college  graduates.  My  diploma  and 
lin  other  documents  attested  my  quali- 
10ns  for  a  schoolteaching  position.  But 
iers  (especially  brand-new  ones)  were  a 
;  a  dozen.  Even  those  who  had  jobs 
n't  getting  paid. 


For  just  about  the  first  time  I  began  to 
wish  we  had  not  wed.  Single,  I  could  have 
bummed  around  the  country  until  things 
looked  up  a  bit.  Married  and  with  a  baby, 
it  was  high  time  we  got  off  the  family  dole 
and  became  self-supporting. 

Graduation  day  dawned  bright  and  clear, 
but  I  was  sad.  Without  prospects  of  any 
sort,  I  was  a  failure  before  I'd  even  begun.  As 
I  started  to  eat  the  breakfast  someone  else 
had  paid  for,  Mary  came  bounding  from  the 
front  of  the  house  with  a  little  mimeographed 
neighborhood  newspaper  clutched  in  her  hand. 

Almost  too  excited  to  talk,  she  pointed  out 
an  advertisement.  It  was  "Wanted,  an  artist 
adept  at  line  drawing,"  and  the  address  was 
only  a  few  blocks  away. 

I  left  the  breakfast  unfinished  and  trotted 
to  the  designated  place.  It  turned  out  to  be  a 
somewhat  shabby  house  with  nothing  to  in- 
dicate a  job  opportunity  for  an  artist.  Never- 
theless, I  knocked  at  the  door  and  told  the 
girl  who  admitted  me  that  I  was  an  "artist 
adept  at  line  drawing."  In  another  moment  I 
had  followed  her  to  the  basement  and  was 
peering  at  a  scene  of  great  confusion.  Shaded 
bulbs  on  the  ends  of  dangling  cords  lighted 
up  the  components  of  the  world's  newest  and 
smallest  combined  publishing  house  and  ad- 
vertising agency. 

In  less  time  than  it  takes  to  write  it  I  was 
seated  at  a  kitchen  table  with  a  drawing 
board  propped  upon  it,  trying  out  for  a  job  I 
most  desperately  wanted.  Since  the  stand- 
ards of  my  prospective  employer  were  adjust- 
able, I  was  hired  at  once. 

Commencement  was  at  3. 1  worked  until  2, 
dashed  home,  dived  into  cap  and  gown,  was 
graduated  and  dashed  back  to  my  job.  I 
worked  until  midnight. 

It  wasn't  much  of  a  job  even  by  depression 
standards.  I  worked  piecework. We  selected  a 
likely  victim,  prepared  a  direct-mail  adver- 
tising piece  complete  with  line  drawings  and 
some  of  the  most  extravagant  copy  ever  seen 
before  or  since.  Then  we  offered  it  to  the 
prospective  client  at  a  price  he  could  hardly 
turn  down.  If  we  sold  the  job,  I  got  $1.33.  I 
never  knew  just  how  it  was  arrived  at,  but 
I  can  never  forget  the  figure.  Some  days  we 
sold  one  folder — some  days  none.  But  it  was 
a  job  and  my  first  in  what  became  an  em- 
barrassingly long  list 

I  lost  only  one  job,  and  that  was  the  school- 
teaching  job  I  finally  got.  I  guess  I  just  didn't 
inherit  my  father's  love  for  the  profession. 
They  never  would  tell  me  why  I  wasn't  re- 


"Who  killed  chivalry?" 


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so  many  discerning  hostesses.  The  above  and  other  exclusive 
Cambridge  designs  are  each  offered  in  nearly  100  pieces. 
Moderately  priced  at  good  stores  everywhere. 
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222 


LADIES'  HOME  JOl  UN  U 


Slice  me 


Shred  me 


Melt  me 


Toast  me 


T  T  the never  fine  cheese  is  needed, 

"  "  Swift's  Brookfield  American  fills 
the  bill  perfectly. 

It's  smoo-th  —  this  combi 
nation  of  two  wonderful 
cheeses . . .  peak-ripened 
Cheddar  and  choice  mild 
cheese.  Whatever  calls 
for  tasty  cheese,  will 
be  even  better  with 
Swift's  Brookfield  American. 


Swifts  Brookfield 

0o1Jhj  ^ff^ 


Swift'i  Brookfield  Hftff  ^QlUlHty  '  :TtH"d" 

every  Btep  of  the  way  to  your  ilwlwi'l 
store. 


Swift  *   Brookfield  Eggi-thi-  e^gH  of 

"Saucer-Tent"  Quality.  Stand  hij{h  and 
firm  wh»-n  broken  into  a  Haucer. 


hired,  so  I  chose  to  believe  it  was  because  I 
gave  the  superintendent's  daughter  a  final 
grade  two  notches  below  what  she  thought  it 
should  have  been. 

Incidentally,  it  was  the  day  we  learned  I 
wasn't  rehired  that  Man'  decided  for  sure 
that  Alta  Maisie  was  on  the  way. 

We  came  back  to  Columbus  from  the  city 
which  shall  be  nameless  and  which  had  so 
grossly  underrated  me.  My  dad  had  retired 
and  settled  in  Columbus,  so  we  moved  in. 

By  the  next  fall  I  had  through  sheer  genius 
achieved  a  job  with  the  excellent  salary  of 
S12  a  week— and  that  was  every  week.  With 
all  that  money  we  moved  to  ourselves  in  a 
three-room  apartment  over  a  beer  joint. 

Our  tenure  on  the  place  was  a  little  uncer- 
tain. It  was  a  tossup  who  would  finally  take 
over — ourselves  or  the  biggest,  hungriest 
pack  of  cockroaches  I've  ever  seen.  The  first 
night,  when  we  went  to  the  kitchen  and  turned 
on  a  light,  the  herd  thundered  back  to  their 
crannies,  but  not  quickly  enough.  Mary  saw 
them,  shrieked  and  demanded  to  be  moved 
out  of  that  place  chop-chop. 

I  pointed  out  the  obvious:  that  S13  a 
month  for  a  really  very  attractive  apartment 
was  a  bargain  hardly  to  be  duplicated.  Mov- 
ing meant  slinking 
back  to  dad's  house. 
I  promised  an  ex- 
termination pro- 
gram of  heroic  pro- 
portions. Finally  she 
consented  to  stay 
the  night,  but  she 
sat  bolt  upright  at 
every  noise  and  kept 
turning  on  a  light  to 
see  if  young  Bill  was 
alone  in  his  bed. 

Her  courage 
seeped  back  with 
the  daylight  and  we 
laid  plans  for  the 
battle.  A  nearby 
druggist  recom- 
mended and  sold  us 
a  giant  box  of  po- 
tent-looking green 
powder.  We  hurried 
home  with  it  and 
put  on  a  house- 
wrecking  act  that 
must  have  amazed 
the  early-morning 
patrons  of  the  sa- 
loon below.  We 
ripped  out  all  the 
molding  at  the 
floorline  and  shoved 

double  handfuls  of  the  powder  under  the 
baseboard.  We  pried  back  the  caps  on 
plumbing  fixtures  and  deposited  our  guar- 
anteed cure.  We  dumped  powder  in  every 
cranny  and  crevice  and  then  sealed  them 
up  as  tightly  as  we  could  by  pasting  pieces  of 
old  window  blind  over  them.  The  loss  of  a 
couple  of  the  tattered  blinds  seemed  unim- 
portant. This  was  total  war  and  they  were 
expendable. 

Our  efforts  were  not  in  vain.  Most  of  the 
varmints  sought  homes  where  they  were  less 
unwelcome. 

In  the  bitter  exultation  of  the  campaign  we 
had  hardly  noticed  the  sweet  anise  odor  of 
our  powder.  If  we  thought  about  it  at  all.  we 
reckoned  it  a  not-unpleasant  smell  and  never 
even  considered  whether  or  not  it  would  con- 
tinue to  give  up  its  sweet  fragrance  over  a 
long  period  of  time.  The  staying  powers  of 
that  smell  were  unbelievable.  Months  later, 
when  Maisie'sarnval  forced  us  to  move,  sweet 
anise  was  still  overpoweringly  with  us.  We 
might  not  have  minded  the  smell  except  for 
the  association.  When  we'd  step  into  the  lit- 
tle hall  after  a  spell  away  from  home,  sweet 
anise  was  there  to  fold  us  in  her  arms.  Per- 
sistent and  cloying,  she  brought  inevitably 
to  mind  that  first  ghastly  night  in  Cockroach 
Manor  We  sometimes  thought  that  if  it  took 
the  smell  to  hold  the  enemy  at  bay,  we'd 
rather  have  the  enemy. 

To  this  day  neither  of  us  can  tolerate  sweet 
anise  Seems  to  lx-;ir  out  someone's  conten- 
tion that  odors  have  the  inside  track  to 
Memory  Lane  , 


THE  ARTEKS- 
WEBKLV  BI'DtiET 

"I  am  afraid  this  budget  is 
somewhat  fietional.  V\  e  don't 
keep  lr.ii  L.  although  we  always 
mean  to." 


Food  

Clothing  

Furniture  replaeement 
Taxes  and  mortgage  . 
Fuel  and  light    .   .   .  . 

Iii-urance    , 

Hospitalization,  with 
surgieal  benefits    .  . 

Rerreation  

Church  

Telephone  

Magazines,  newspapers 
Car.  gas  and  repairs    .  , 
Savings  (spent  every  few 
months  on  appliances 
furniture,  etc.)  .    .    .  , 

Total  


$35.00 
15.00 

3.00 
25.00 

5.00 
16.00 

3.50 
4.00 
5.00 
1.25 
2.00 
12.00 


25.00 


$151. 


Income  weekly  $165.00 

Taxes.  Social  Security 

deductions   13.25 


Net  Income 


$151. 


April,  Id 

Quite  a  few  years  passed  and  the  great  c 
pression  lifted  so  imperceptibly  that  nooi 
knew  just  when  it  was  over.  I  was  irrevocaq 
in  advertising.  A  succession  of  jobs,  eacn 
bit  better  than  the  last,  kept  things  inters 
ing  for  me.  Young  Bill  (then  dubbed,  in  H 
Willie  i  and  Alta  Mae  kept  things  interestil 
for  Mary. 

In  1936  we  bought  a  modest  home  in  t 
wrong  end  of  town  for  $4250.  The  down  pa; 
ment  was  $500.  and  we  managed  that  wi 
$300  savings  and  $200  borrowed  from  t 
bank.  The  balance  was  to  have  been  pa] 
off  at  $37.50  per  month.  Since  we  had  jj 
bought  our  first  brand-new  automobile  a: 
had  seventeen  more  monthly  payments 
S35.  we  wheedled  a  special  concession  frc 
the  building-loan  company.  We  were  p* 
mitted  to  pay  S30  a  month  on  our  house  lo' 
until  the  car  was  paid  for.  Even  so,  it  w, 
nip  and  tuck,  though  my  salary  had  risen' 
that  time  to  a  handsome  $150  per  month. ' 

Our  salvation  was  Mary's  shrewd  mana( 
ment  of  finances.  Just  remembering  some 
the  many  economies  she  practiced  bnngs' 
wave  of  pride  mixed  with  a  certain  squir! 
inducing  mortification.  A  well-remember 
money  saver  « 
Mary's  bread-a 
baked-goods-bv 
ing  system.  A  hi| 
bakery  near  us  s  < 
routemen  out  e;' 
morning  w  i 
wagonloads  of 
products.  By  1 
afternoon  they 
gan  to  return,  bri 
ing  their  unsc 
wares  back  wi, 
them.  The  bake' 
maintained  an  ; 
tractive  little  sh- 
wherein  were  sr. 
these  leftovers  1 
wonderful  price  i 
ductions.  The  trL 
was  to  time  oJ 
visit  to  coincide  wi 
the  arrival  of  t 
earliest  returnir 
routemen.  Thusi 
could  have  toda; 
bread  and  bak. 
goods  forourdinr 
at  day-old  prio. 
The  temptation! 
buy  pie.  cake 
doughnuts  was 
constant  threat . 
the  savings  made  on  bread.  However,  wecj 
tainly  more  than  broke  even,  so  I  guess  J 
had  our  cake  and  ate  it  too. 

There  are  thousands  of  things  I  could  j 
about.  Most  of  them  would  lx>  mterestin, 
our  contemporaries  who  lived  and  loved 
begat,  as  the  Bible  puts  it.  through  the  1 
and  the  '40's  and  into  the  '50's.  But.  a, 
these  night  stints  (this  is  the  third  i  give  | 
the  yawns  all  next  day.  I'm  going  to  do  » 
I  proposed  several  pages  back.  I'm  goinf 
set  down  tersely  and  without  embroidery 
current  status  of  the  Alters. 

We  are  now  six.  1  am  just  on  the  undlgP1 
of  40  (sounds  very  disturbing  to  me),« 
be  exact.  Mary  is  34  and  v.  mnc-enoughlBj 
ing  to  be  assumed  to  be  my  second  wnL 
strangers  who  can't  credit  her  with  thgj 
hulking  kids  of  our  first  family. 

Bill  is  17.  and  I  think  I  ought  to  tc-Usfl 
about  htm  He  used  to  be  alarminfj 
adjusted  at  home  and  at  school.  AJH 
moved  to  the  country  a  magic  change* 
wrought.  Maybe  it  was  because  he  wain 
to  leave  !x-hind  the  hated  name  "Wffll 
His  four  years  in  the  village  high  school  «| 
to  have  overdeveloped  the  ego  that  had 
long  been  dormant. 

Even  with  a  very  late  start  in  athletic* 
wound  up  his  senior  year  playing  van 
football,  basketball  and  track.  He  carnd 
letier  in  each  sport. 

With  due  allowance  for  bias.  Bill  iiif 
line-looking  lad  More  than  (>  feet  tall 
weighs  a  tidy  185.  He's  really  everything 
|x>p  would  like  to  have  been. 


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Suits,  Lingerie.  As  seen  in  "Vogue".  "Mademoi- 
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Currently  everyone,  including  Bill,  is  won- 
dering whether  he'll  start  to  college  this  fall. 
His  high-school  principal  suggests  that  a  year 
of  working  might  take  a  little  of  the  skittish- 
ness  out  of  him.  I  can  remember  that  the 
year  I  tried  this  and  that  between  high  school 
and  college  made  me  much  more  receptive  to 
the  idea  of  a  college  education.  His  mother 
is  positive  that  he  should  start  to  school  this 
fall.  The  $9  a  day  he  earns  is  nearly  all  the 
argument  Bill  needs  to  convince  him  the  de- 
lay is  desirable.  Fifty  bucks  a  week  can  add 
up  to  a  "car  of  my  own  "  pretty  quickly.  And 
that  opens  up  a  very  much  disputed  family 
question,  better  not  dwelt  upon. 

Alta  Mae,  so  called  for  her  two  grand- 
mothers, and  variously  addressed  as  Alta, 
Maisie  and  "Pep"  by  family  and  friends,  is 
14.  She  is  a  high-school  junior — thanks  to 
her  scholarliness. 

Briefly,  her  seventh-grade  teacher  was  dis- 
turbed at  the  "no  skipping"  policy  of  the 
county  school  superintendent  and  did  some- 
thing about  it.  She  arranged  for  Maisie  to 
take  a  scholarship  test  for  ninth  form  at 
Columbus  School  for  Girls,  a  private  school 
in  the  city.  Everyone  was  gratified  and  a  bit 
smug  when  Maisie  topped  all  the  eighth- 
graders  with  whom  she  competed.  The  trans- 
portation and  other  problems  were  ignored 
and  our  little  girl  donned  the  blue  jumper 
dress  and  jacket  with  the  crest  of  C.  S.  G. 
She  acquitted  herself  nobly  and  at  year's  end 
was  one  of  three  top  scholars  in  her  class. 

The  headmaster,  conscious  of  the  joy  he 
was  about  to  bestow,  informed  me  that  the 
trustees  had  voted  Maisie  three  additional 
years'  scholarship.  He  was  shocked  and  I'm 
afraid  a  little  contemptuous  when  I  told  him 
we'd  rather  Maisie  went  to  the  village  high 
school  from  there  on  in. 

Our  reasons  for  the  decision  seemed  sound 
to  us.  Maisie  had  accomplished  the  "skip" 
so  she'd  go  to  high  school  as  a  sophomore. 
She'd  had  a  taste  of  life  as  it's  lived  on  the 
"right"  side  of  the  tracks.  In  fact,  she'd  de- 
veloped a  taste  for  a  lot  of  things  we  couldn't 
afford,  so  it  seemed  kinder  to  break  it  up  be- 
fore she  developed  a  complex  about  our 
"poverty." 

When  her  sophomore  year  was  over,  we 
knew  we  were  right.  She  enjoyed  the  year  ex- 
travagantly and  eagerly  anticipated  the  next. 

Maisie  likes  everyone  and  everything.  She's 
just  about  a  typical  teener  with  the  typical 
and  unfathomable  passions  for  blue  jeans 
and  old  shirts,  for  trinkets  and  weird  costume 
jewelry,  for  outlandish  recordings,  and  the 
more  understandable  passion  for  great  quan- 
tities of  food — particularly  fattening  ones. 
With  a  tendency  to  heftiness,  she  sometimes 
diets  for  part  of  one  day  and  then  undoes  it 
all  with  the  raging  appetite  that  the  thoughts 
of  her  self-denial  create. 

Like  all  her  classmates,  she  runs  with  the 
pack.  The  studio  in  which  I'm  writing  was 
the  scene  of  a  slumber  party  night  before 
last.  Maisie  was  hostess  to  some  fourteen  of 
the  most  irrepressible  personalities  I  have 
ever  been  denied  the  privilege  of  choking. 
Slumber  parties  are  the  most  dastardly  mis- 
named creations  of  the  devil  in  all  my  experi- 
ence. Bless  their  sweet  little  hearts,  I  guess 
I'll  just  have  to  remember  that  girls  will  be 
banshees — at  least  at  "slumber"  parties. 

Casey  at  nearly  two  has  a  distinct  per- 
sonality and  a  mind  of  her  own  that  bodes 
an  interesting  if  hectic  fourteen  years  ahead 
for  the  aging  Arters.  Heaven  give  us  strength. 

In  addition  to  the  usual  pastimes  of  very 
young  children,  Casey  last  summer  devel- 
oped a  yen  amounting  to  an  obsession  for 
the  swimming  pool.  Starting  early  in  the 
morning,  rain  or  shine,  she  piped  her  version 
of  "Let's  go"  until  Maisie  wheeled  out  her 
bike.  Before  Maisie  could  reach  for  her, 
Casey  was  trying  to  climb  up  to  the  bar 
where  her  Arter-designed  seat  awaited.  En- 
sconced in  the  seat,  an  expression  of  un- 
equaled  delight  lighted  her  face  as  she  gaily 
waved  and  cried  "by-e-e"  with  a  partic- 
ularly smug  intonation. 

As  for  her  baby  sister,  as  soon  as  Mary 
was  assured  that  I  was  perfectly  happy  about 
the  switch  in  sexes,  she  was  satisfied.  She 
pointed  out  the  practical  advantages — espe- 
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(Continued  from  Page  223) 
ie  fact  that  she  could  buy  nicer  things 
ey  since  another  little  girl  was  coming 
help  wear  them  out. 
e  first  three  weeks  our  new  daughter 
eless.  We'd  picked  "Stephen"  for  a 
wing  the  fact  that  chances  of  having 
ivere  at  least  50-50.  By  a  long  process 
Jiination,  we  arrived  at  "Mary  Beth" 
2ryone  is  satisfied  if  not  enthusiastic, 
k  is  another  typical  Arter  baby,  long  on 
a  i  short  on  hair.  In  fact,  she  sports  only 
fj  :st  of  fuzz  on  her  round  little  noggin. 
1 1,  naturally,  that  she's  quite  a  pretty 
y  ad  none  of  our  friends  have  been  will- 
t  venture  a  contrary  opinion.  The  age- 
jne  of  "Who  does  she  look  like?"  is 


played  regularly  without  agreement.  She 
simply  looks  good  to  us. 

Needless  to  say,  Mary  has  her  hands  full. 
Even  with  Maisie  helping  when  she  isn't  in 
school,  the  days  are  very  full  up  to  midnight 
when  Beth,  an  infantile  night  owl,  finally  set- 
tles down  for  the  night.  Up  to  now,  however, 
Mary  has  resisted  the  suggestion  that  we  hire 
her  some  help.  Possibly  she'll  come  around 
to  it. 

Boy,  how  I  do  run  on!  I'm  beginning  to 
wonder  whether  I'm  able  to  write  briefly. 
Rather  than  prove  that  I  can't  I'm  going  to 
stop.  Thanks  for  listenin'. 

Yours, 

WM.  A.  "BILL"  ARTER 


LEAGUE  OF  WOMEN  VOTERS— TULSA 

(Continued  from  Page  23) 


i  owntown  office,  where  members  can 
busily  running  in  and  out  all  day  long. 
|e  League  is  not  like  the  Garden  Club," 
past  president,  "where  you  plant  your 
n  the  spring  and  can  show  off  your  re- 
the  fall.  Trying  to  cultivate  an  inter- 

1  good  government  takes  years  and 
and  the  fight  can  demand  every  ounce 
5  and  ingenuity  a  woman  can  offer." 
League  laments  the  fact  that  some 

rer  them  bluestockings,  and  it  is  true 
ost  Tulsa  members  have  a  higher- than- 
le  education  (the  majority  are  college 
kes)  and  a  stronger-than-average  urge 
tiCOver  what  sets  political  wheels 
kg.  It  is  well  aware  that  women  are  apt 
lisider  lawmaking  as  something  dry, 
and  dull. 

vent  to  one  meeting,"  relates  a  young 
vife,  "and  decided  it  was  not  for  me.  It 
ist  like  school.  Why,  they  were  dis- 
something  called  state  fiscal  policy— 
«!" 

ewly  inducted  housewife  expresses  a 
nt  viewpoint:  "With  three  small  chil- 
nd  no  help,  I  like  to 

I'm  getting  some- 
for  what  I  pay  the 
sitter.  That's  why  I 
!  the  League  of 
;n  Voters.  Other 
i's  clubs  talk  about 
ring  their  city;  the 
e  does  something." 
reign  policy  inter- 
le  the  most,"  says 
:r.  "The  war  came 

close  to  me,  with 
usband  overseas 
V  brother  killed.  The  ^^^^^^ 

2  made  the  United  Nations  come  alive 

:an  hardly  wait  to  rush*  nome  after 
igsand  tell  my  husband.  Know  what?  " 
mother  of  three.  "It  always  starts  a 
discussion  with  my  husband  arguing 
t  me,  but  I  have  the  fads!" 
League  stresses  small,  intensive  "dis- 
<n  groups"  rather  than  passive 
cer"  meetings.  Although  monthly 
I  meetings  are  held  in  a  downtown 
rant,  the  real  work  of  the  League  is 
n  small  study  groups  of  from  10  to  12 
•  About  50  of  the  400  League  members 
ese  study  groups  yearly,  meeting  twice 
th  in  members'  homes.  (A  topic  like 
xpenditures  may  take  16  weeks.)  It  is 
»mmendations  of  these  study  groups 
are  translated  into  League  action. 
:s  25-year  history,  the  Tulsa  League's 
ements  have  been  impressive.  "When 
ague  was  just  getting  started,  one  in 
ibies  in  Tulsa  never  lived  to  see  its  first 
ay,  and  their  principal  diet  was  milk," 
city  health  official.  The  League's  first 
I  back  in  1930,  was  the  passage  of  a 
A  milk  ordinance  to  assure  a  safe  milk 
.  In  1946,  one  League  member  fighting 
istate  the  Grade  A  ordinance,  which 
:en  relaxed,  found  that  both  her  chil- 
vere  suffering  from  undulant  fever. 
?h  League  efforts,  Grade  C  milk  was 
outlawed,  sanitary  regulations  for 
tightened  up,  and  Tulsa's  87  raw-milk 
have  been  reduced  to  2. 


^  Israel  Putnam,  the  Revo- 
^  lutionary  War  general,  was 
once  challenged  to  a  duel  and 
given  a  choice  of  weapons.  lie 
chose  an  open  harrel  of  gun- 
powder with  a  candle  burn- 
ing at  its  top.  The  last  to  leave 
would  he  the  winner.  His  op- 
ponent decided  not  to  insist 
on  a  duel  after  all. 


In  1933,  when  kids  in  trouble  with  Tulsa 
law  were  jailed  and  treated  like  adult  of- 
fenders, the  League  obtained  the  first  city 
Juvenile  Court  in  the  state  of  Oklahoma. 
They  were  instrumental  in  employing  the 
first  policewomen  in  Tulsa,  in  licensing 
boarding  homes  for  children,  and  in  getting 
hospital  care  for  mental  cases  before  sanity 
hearings  (formerly  they  had  been  jailed). 

The  League  program  is  divided  into  three 
parts:  topics  of  national  interest,  state  inter- 
est and  local  affairs.  National  agenda  cur- 
rently includes  action  programs  for  strength- 
ening the  United  Nations,  promoting  inter- 
national reconstruction  and  expansion  of 
world  trade.  And  now  the  League  is  extend- 
ing its  study  of  state  and  local  taxes  and  ex- 
penditures to  the  Federal  system  of  Govern- 
ment finance.  And  it  is  believed  that  when 
the  League  holds  its  biennial  convention  this 
month,  delegates  will  adopt  an  amendment 
calling  for  the  improvement  of  Presidential- 
election  methods.  The  Tulsa  League  ran  a 
city-wide  educational  campaign  on  United 
Nations,  showed  films  to  an  audience  of  1000 
travelers  passing  through 
the  railroad  station.  Mem- 
bers wrote  and  produced 
a  half-hour  original  radio 
play  on  world  trade.  On  a 
state  level,  the  Tulsa 
League  is  currently  work- 
ing to  have  the  Oklahoma 
constitution  brought  up  to 
date;  scrutinizing  legisla- 
tion relating  to  children, 
education  and  low-cost 
housing.  This  year,  in 
Tulsa,  they  arc  studying 
local  recreational  facilities, 
one  particular  school  district,  and  the  juve- 
nile court;  and  taking  a  refresher  course  in 
the  merit  system. 

You  can  see  why  one  member,  in  paying 
her  yearly  dues,  remarked,  "Where  else  can  I 
get  a  year's  course  in  government  for  two 
dollars?" 

Says  a  veteran  League  member,  "We  are 
most  influential  in  getting  laws  passed 
whether  through  Congress,  our  state  legisla- 
ture or  our  city  commissioners  here  in  Tulsa. 
It  is  a  much  harder  job  to  educate  the  general 
public,  and  we  have  often  failed." 

The  Tulsa  League  has  suffered  four  defeats 
at  the  polls  in  its  long-sustained  battle  for  a 
merit  system  in  the  hiring  of  city  employees. 
The  last  time,  the  city  employees  themselves 
asked  the  League  to  draft  a  merit  system.  It 
was  defeated  by  the  people  two  to  one,  after 
the  Police  Department  (which  has  its  own 
kind  of  merit  system)  campaigned  against  it 
from  house  to  house.  The  League  failed  on 
another  issue  three  years  ago  when  it  pushed 
for  a  city-county  hospital  to  alleviate  a 
critical  shortage  of  hospital  beds  (never  more 
apparent  than  during  the  bad  polio  epidemic 
last  summer).  The  people  voted  it  down  four 
to  one  largely  because  of  the  campaign  of  a 
small  group  of  taxpayers  who  opposed  the 
idea. 

"However,  it  is  more  than  reforms  which 
are  important,"  says  Mrs.  Ruric  Smith,  who 
has  served  as  League  state  president  and  as  a 
national  director.  "It's  getting  women  exer- 
cised over  a  situation  so  that  they  develop  a 


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sense  of  civic  responsibility.  This  is  some- 
thing which,  once  acquired,  they  never  lose." 

Adds  present  President  Mrs.  P.  P. 
Manion,  "Every  time  those  women  who 
worked  for  the  new  hospital  see  a  piece  about 
it  in  the  paper,  they  will  be  interested.  We  try 
to  get  women  to  function  as  citizens  the  year 
round,  not  just  at  election  time." 

Although  the  League  has  failed  so  far  in  its 
fight  for  a  merit  system,  the  older  members 
feel  that  the  type  of  city  servant  has  im- 
proved. "  I  can  remember  in  the  early  days  of 
the  League,"  says  a  member,  "when  the 
politicians  seldom  bothered  to  come  to  a 
candidates'  meeting,  or  if  they  did,  made 
speeches  about  the  lovely  ladies  and  their 
charming  hats.  Not  any  more!" 

"Politicians  hate  us,"  says  the  League, 
gleefully.  "But  they  also  respect  us." 

At  the  League's  meeting  before  the  last  lo- 
cal election,  the  politicians  hurried  right  over. 
"And  you  know  how  hectic  a  candidate's  life 
can  be,  the  day  before  election,"  says  Presi- 
dent Mrs.  Manion.  "Twenty  of  the  thirty 
candidates  showed 
up,  and  others  sent 
very  careful  regrets." 

The  League  is  per- 
haps most  famed  for 
its  Voter  Service.  To 
get  out  the  vote,  the 
League  maintains  six 
booths  (one  roving) 
to  answer  voters' 
questions.  About6000 
requests  were  handled 
last  year  at  these 
booths.  Three  League 
members  gave  their 
home  telephone  num- 
bers for  voting  infor- 
mation ("When  you 
have  small  children 
at  home  to  care  for 
it's  the  best  way  to 
help"). 

To  acquaint  voters 
with  the  candidates 
for  local,  state  and 
national  office,  the 
League  prints  an  elab- 
orate Voters'  Infor- 
mation Sheet  giving 
biographical  data  on 
each  candidate  and 
his  stand  on  various 
issues.  Questions  are 
weighted  to  get  a 
"yes"  or  "no"  answer 

from  the  candidate  and  not  a  flurry  of  ora- 
tory. For  instance,  not  "How  do  you  feel 
about  Federal  low-cost  housing?"  but 
"Would  you  support  legislation  permitting 
Oklahoma  to  have  low-cost  Federal  hous- 
ing?" Says  the  League,  "Then,  when  he's 
elected,  we  go  visit  him  and  point  a  finger  at 
his  answer.  It's  on  the  record."  Last  year  all 
41  candidates  from  both  parties,  including 
U.  S.  congressmen,  promptly  sent  the  infor- 
mation requested  by  the  League.  Twenty 
thousand  of  these  sheets  were  distributed,  to 
housewives  at  the  corner  grocery,  union 
members  at  their  meetings,  college  students 
at  their  classes,  businessmen  at  their  civic 
clubs.  Business  firms  requested  10.000  more 
sheets  than  the  League  could  supply. 

This  is  typical  of  the  way  the  League 
goes  about  informing  the  public. 

This  nonpartisan  voters'  service  provides 
the  League  with  a  springboard  into  the  com- 
munity for  its  financial  drive.  Tulsa  business- 
men think  so  highly  of  the  League  that  they 
contribute  two  thirds  of  its  yearly  budget, 
generally  in  $5  and  $10  donations.  They  are 
also  willing  to  join  the  League's  Shakers' 
Bureau  (one  man  gave  15  seeches  last  year 
on  League  projects).  One  businessman  gives 
his  women  employees  time  off  to  attend 
Ix-ague  meetings  ("I  consider  it  a  contribu- 
tion to  the  community"!.  Radio  stations 
give  the  League  all  the  free  time  it  wants. 

During  the  year  the  D'aguc  keeps  all  con- 
tributori  up  to  date  by  letter  on  what  it  is 
doing.  In  this  way  it  also  acquaints  other 
civic  groups  with  the  League  efforts,  as  in  the 
(  asc  of  1  he  bulletin,  Our  Shame,  an  expotl  of 
the  Tulsa  City  Health  Department  which 


shocked  into  action  the  P.T.A.,  Fedcr;rj 
Women's  Clubs,  Council  of  Jewish  \Yor| 
Council  of  Social  Agencies  and  the  Ch 
of  Commerce. 

This  dramatic  campaign  was  launche 
study-group  topic  in  the  summer  of  1947 
der  the  leadership  of  Mrs.  Raymond 
man,  a  young  housewife  from  Illinois  wi| 
law  degree.  "Tulsa  has  fine  doctors,  mo 
hospitals,  it's  new  and  sparkling  and  cle 
couldn't  believe  that  any  real  health 
lems  existed.  However,  as  a  basis  for 
parison,  we  wrote  to  sixtycities  in  the  U.  i 
asking  for  health  statistics,  and  got 
answers." 

Mrs.  Feldman's  group  found  that 
spent  less  (62  cents  a  year  per  personl 
public  health  than  any  other  city  its  siza 
pygmy-sized  city  health  staff  had  lack! 
director  since  1945  and  was  in  a  chaotic  sl| 

This  is  what  else  they  discovered: 
many  Tulsa  children  dying  of  diphth<i 
which  has  been  almost  completely  eradicJ 
in  some  cities  (Oklahoma  has  no  compul  \ 
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I've  seen  it  happen  enough  by  now 
To  know  what's  coming  and  know 
it  well, 

But  when  a  blossom  breathes  out  of 
a  bough 

As  horny  and  tough  as  a  turtle's 
shell, 

Or  a  mud  cocoon  splits  open  wide 
To  tree  the  magic  curled  inside 
That  flies  like  a  leaf  on  a  golden  pin, 
Or  I  see  an  acre,  bald  and  brown, 
Hide  in  a  green  and  furry  skin, 
While  April  shakes  her  robins 
down, 

And  dogwood  disappears  in  lace — 
I  scratch  my  head  and  wonder  then 
Whether  with  miracles 

commonplace, 
One  will  occur  in  the  hearts  of  men. 
Or  must  a  tree  bear  Christ  again? 


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the  mayor  called,  "Please,  no  more 
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League  members  were  present  (along 
other  civic  groups)  the  day  the  mayor  r<[ 
the  health  director's  salary  from  $56T| 
$10,000  a  year  (more  than  the  mayor  hir 
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any  other  physical  object  which  is  a  part  of  his  daily  experience. 

Have  You  Erred  in 
lour  Child's  Sex  Education? 

By  Br.  Herman  X.  Bundosen 


President.  Chicago  Board  of  Health 


WHEN  parents  ask  my  advice  on  how 
to  answer  their  young  children's 
questions  about  sex.  I  always  suggest 
that  they  be  guided  by  two  impor- 
tant, underlying  principles: 

First,  tell  enough  to  answer  the  question 
truthfully  and  specifically,  but  simply  and 
briefly.  Second,  always  make  sure  that 
your  answer  will  stand  up  as  a  foundation 
for  later,  more  complicated  instruction. 

These  rather  obvious  truisms  need  to  be 
repeated  again  and  again.  For  in  spite  of 
the  attention  that  has  been  paid  to  the  sex 
education  of  small  children,  many  parents 
are  confused,  and  many  errors  are  com- 
mitted. Probably  the  worst  fault  is  that 
parents  just  cannot  get  themselves  around 
to  giving  the  child  a  truthful  answer  when 
asked  questions  about  sex. 

I  find  that  the  most  common  mistake  is 
to  think  that  children  will  not  be  interested 
in  the  subject  or  understand  it  until  they 
are  older.  In  the  meantime,  any  answer 
that  seems  to  satisfy  their  curiosity  and 
keep  them  quiet  is  considered  all  right  be- 
cause, the  parents  believe,  the  whole  thing 
will  soon  be  forgotten  anyway. 

"If  I  don't  answer  these  questions,  or 
answer  them  evasively,  my  child  stops  ask- 
ing them."  many  a  mother  has  told  me 
complacently. 

This  does  not  mean  that  the  interest 
stops.  Long  before  we  suspect  it.  small  folk 
are  picking  up  information  about  sex.  as 
they  are  picking  up  information  about 
everything  else.  Curiosity  is  only  sharp- 
ened by  evasive  answers.  What  the  child 
has  learned  is  that  father  and  mother  will 
not  furnish  the  information  he  seeks,  so  he 
ceases  to  bother  with  them  and  starts  look- 
ing for  it  elsewhere. 

Thus  it  is  still  happening  that  sex  educa- 
tion, in  the  most  impressionable  years,  is 
based  upon  a  flimsy  foundation  of  misin- 
formation and  wrong  attitudes  picked  up 
from  many  sources  playmates,  older 
brothers  or  sisters  servants,  trashy  litera- 
ture. Eventually,  of  course,  everyone 
learra  the  true  facts  Hut  many  grow  up 


with  fears,  revulsions,  or  a  prurient,  ,• 
healthy  curiosity,  because  of  the  way  ei 
questions  were  met. 

A  second  mistake  is  made  by  pan] 
who  wish  conscientiously  to  do  the  rl 
thing  in  this  respect,  prepare  for  it.  I 
overwhelm  a  tiny  tot  with  complete.- 
plicit  details  far  beyond  its  ability  toe- 
prehend.  Overestimating  a  child's  inte. 
in  the  subject  is  as  great  an  error  as  to  • 
derestimate  it.  On  each  occasion.  fl 
judgment  must  operate. 

Inmy  experience,  however,  underestn  • 
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(Continued  from  Page  22S) 
they  are  asked  in  public,  they  are  answered 
in  public.  It  is  well  to  remember  that  to  the 
small  child,  questions  about  sex  are  the 
same  as  any  other,  and  should  be  answered 
just  as  simply,  just  as  unemotionally,  and 
without  regard  to  an  audience,  if  there  hap- 
pens to  be  one.  When  sex  questions  are  han- 
dled this  way,  the  child  will  quickly  go  on  to 
other  matters.  The  embarrassing  moment  is 
soon  over,  and  father  or  mother  has  been  es- 
tablished as  the  person  to  come  to  next  time. 

The  earliest  sex  interest  usually  has  to  do 
with  parts  of  the  body,  and  one  of  the  first 
questions  often  relates  to  the  difference  be- 
tween boys  and  girls.  The  child  has  observed 
that  a  difference  exists,  and  it  is  now  the 
parent's  responsibility  to  explain  ivhat  it  is 
and  why  it  is.  Exactly  how  this  is  done,  of 
course,  must  depend  on  the  age  and  back- 
ground of  the  individual  child.  The  full  de- 
tails of  sexual  function  cannot  be  explained 
satisfactorily  to  the  three-  or  four-year-old, 
for  example,  but  he  may  nevertheless  have 
noted  with  curiosity  the  anatomical  differ- 
ence between  himself  and  his  sister. 

On  the  other  hand,  every  little  child  can 
understand  and  confirm  from  his  own  experi- 
ence and  observation  the  fact  that  there  are 
two  kinds  of  people— mothers  and  fathers,  as 
they  appear  to  the  little  ones — with  differ- 
ences of  dress,  appearance,  voice  and  work 
habits.  It  can  easily  be  explained  that  all 
these  differences  have  to  do  with  the  duties 
of  mothers  and  fathers  toward  their  chil- 
dren; the  sex  difference  that  the  child  is  curi- 
ous about  fits  naturally  into  this  setting. 
Later,  these  differences  can  be  related  more 
specifically  to  actual  sexual  function,  as  the 
child's  interest  and  understanding  may  re- 
quire and  permit. 

In  connection  with  this  curiosity  about  the 
difference  between  the  sexes,  one  experience 
that  upsets  most  parents  unnecessarily  is  the 
discovery  that  children  of  five  or  six  have 
been  investigating  the  difference  for  them- 
selves. I  have  talked  to  mothers  who  were 
completely  unnerved  to  find  out  that  their 
children  had  undressed  themselves  with 
other  youngsters  in  the  neighborhood,  were 
convinced  that  there  was  something  horrid 
and  unnatural  about  this  act.  and  that  the 
children  involved  must  all  be  little  beasts. 

Of  course,  nothing  of  the  sort  is  true.  The 
child's  curiosity  about  his  own  body  natu- 
rally extends  to  those  of  his  playmates,  and 
nothing  could  be  simpler  or  more  reasonable 
than  an  attempt  to  satisfy  this  curiosity  in 
the  easiest  and  most  direct  way — especially, 
perhaps,  if  questions  to  parents  have  failed 
to  bring  forth  complete  and  satisfactory  in- 
formation. But  even  satisfactory  answers  do 
not  always  do  away  with  the  quite  under- 
standable desire  to  see  for  oneself. 

The  very  worst  thing  to  d;>  under  these 
circumstances  is  to  punish  the  child  or  in 
any  way  to  leave  the  impression  that  there 
is  something  evil  or  forbidden  about  the  sub- 
ject of  sex  or  the  sexual  parts.  This  is  the  at- 
titude that  invariably  leads  to  an  excessive 
and  secretive  interest  in  sex,  producing  ex- 
actly the  kind  of  unwholesome  situation  the 
parents  are  trying  to  prevent.  At  the  same 
time,  we  all  want  our  youngsters  to  grow  up 
with  a  deep  regard  for  the  dignity  of  the  hu- 
man body — a  feeling  that  may  be  difficult  to 
preserve  if  these  childhood  episodes  are  re- 
peated and  ignored. 

Naturally,  each  such  situation  must  be 
studied  and  handled  according  to  the  indi- 
vidual circumstances.  In  general,  however, 
my  advice  to  parents  has  been  to  dismiss  it 
as  normal  and  unimportant  unless  there  is 
evidence  that  the  experiences  are  frequent 
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giving  the  child  any  feeling  that  he  has  done 
something  nasty,  I  !iave  rarely  seen  it  fail  to 
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The  other  question  that  comes  invariably 
in  early  childhood  is,  "Where  do  babies 
come  from?  "  Here  again,  the  right  method  is 
one  that  is  truthful,  fully  satisfies  the  im- 
mediate need,  and  leaves  the  way  open  for 
more  complete  information  when  the  right 
time  comes.  "Babies  grow  inside  their  moth- 
ers' bodies — right  here,"  is  a  good  beginning 
in  most  cases.  "Then  how  do  they  get  out?" 
calls  for  an  explanation  that  will  not  give  lit- 
tle girls,  especially,  any  fear  that  childbirth 
may  be  harmfully  painful  or  damaging.  Ity 
takes  all  a  mother's  tact  and  resourcefulness 
to  show  convincingly  that  the  joy  of  having 
babies  is  the  important  fact,  and  to  make 
certain  that  this  is  what  her  trusting  and  im- 
pressionable daughter  remembers  above  all 
else  from  these  intimate  conversations. 

Finally,  "How  did  the  baby  get  there?"  is 
the  inevitable  question,  and  it  demands  a 
truthful  and  accurate  reply.  The  child  of 
three  or  four  years  will  be  satisfied  to  know 
that  babies  grow  as  a  result  of  mother's  and 
father's  love;  the  knowledge  will  give  him  a 
comfortable  sense  of  security  and  oneness 
with  his  parents.  Later  on,  this  can  be  elab- 
orated, as  the  child's  understanding  permits, 
with  details  about  the  ovum  and  sperm. 
When  this  later  information  is  built  on  a 
solid  foundation  of  natural  curiosity  that  has 
been  satisfied  naturally  and  truthfully  right 
along,  sex  interest  is  bound  to  take  its  right- 
ful place  of  dignity  and  importance  in  the 
life  of  the  growing  child. 

It  is  unfortunate  that  many  grownups 
have  carried  over  their  childhood  concept  of 
sex  as  something  dirty  and  shameful,  and 
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plain it  to  a  tiny  innocent. 

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light  to  their  offspring,  without  embarrass- 
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a  child  must  learn.  The  example  of  a  father 
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in  the  minority,  according  to  Dr.  Barney 
Katz  (Education,  Vol.  69  p.  294).  He  de- 
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you"  or  "You're  a  naughty  child"  variety. 
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such  as  "You're  a  good  boy,"  or  "That  was 
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Dr.  Derrick  Vail,  in  an  article  in  the  Illinois 
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on  children's  eyes.  He  reminds  us  that  mov- 
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fatigue. 

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screen  at  eye  level. 

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television  beyond  the  point  of  fatigue  or  bore- 
dom. 

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screen  and  surrounding  objects. 

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strain, people  with  defects  of  vision  may  suf- 
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April, 


When  "Childhood  Constipation" 


brings  tears  to  your  4- month-old.. 

When  your  baby's  tears  are  due  to  "Childhood  Constipation*'  give 
him  Fletcher's  Castoria  .  .  .  the  mild  vet  thorough  laxative  that's 
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tasting  even  very  young  babies  take  it  willingly. 


or  tantrums  to  your  4-year-old... 

When  your  normally  happy  child  has  tantrums,  or  acts  peevish  be- 
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The  original  and  genuine 

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(Continued  from  Page  31) 

romances  continually  since  she  first  began  to 
menstruate,  has  she?" 

"No-o-o — well,  I'm  not  quite  so  sure 
about  that." 

"We'll  keep  it  in  mind.  Now,  here  is  the 
young  lady,  and  I  see  she  is  bringing  her 
basal  record  with  her.  Miss  Doe,  let's  see 
what  we  have  against  you.  H'm!  Plenty. 
Nine  pounds  underweight.  Bkxid  count 
shows  a  mild  anemia.  Basal  slightly  under 
normal.  Chronic  constipation.  Confesses  to 
aversion  to  outdoor  exercise.  That  is  the 
count  against  you,  young  woman,  and  it  is  a 
heavy  one." 

"  I  don't  see  what  outdoor  exercise  has  to 
do  with  it." 

"Don't  you?  How  many  really  athletic 
girls  do  you  know  who  have  your  kind  of 
trouble?" 

"Why,  I  don't  know — I  don't  know  any." 

"I  would  be  willing  to  bet  on  that.  And  if 
they  did,  I  would  hazard  another  bet  that 
the  cause  would  be  found  to  be  anatomical, 
which  we  have  eliminated  in  your  case.  Well, 
now,  here's  the  edict:  Outdoor  exercise,  reg- 
ular and  abundant.  That  should  increase 
your  appetite  and  bring  up  your  weight,  as 
well  as  help  relieve  your  constipation.  Better 
nourishment,  as  shown  in  this  diet  schedule, 
should  also  bring  up  the  blood  picture  and,  in 
time,  the  metabolic  rate.  If  it  doesn't,  we'll 
have  to  do  something  to  aid  it.  When  the 
blood  picture  is  improved,  there  should  also 


Once  the  eminent  philosopher 
*f  John  Dewey  found  his  son  in  the 
bathroom.  The  floor  was  flooded.  The 
professor  began  thinking-  trying  to 
understand  the  situation.  After 
working  a  few  minutes  the  son  said, 
"Dad,  this  is  not  a  time  to  philoso- 
phize. It  is  time  to  mop." 


occur  some  increase  in  the  amount  of  men- 
strual flow,  and  some  decrease  in  the  dis- 
comfort that  now  accompanies  it." 

"Do  you  mean  that  if  I  exercise.  I  shall  be 
cured?" 

"  I  think  that  if  you  follow  my  instructions 
it  will  go  a  long  way  toward  effecting  a  cure." 

"  I  thought  you  could  give  me  some  medi- 
cine to  stop  the  pain." 

"You  could  easily  get  into  trouble  if  I 
tried  that.  You  will  get  medicine  if  it  proves 
necessary  to  bolster  up  your  basal,  your 
bowels  and  your  blood.  But  you  just  trail 
along  for  a  couple  of  weeks  and  let  me  see 
what  I  can  do  without  it.  At  that  time  we'll 
have  another  checkup  and  see  what,  if  any- 
thing, has  been  gained.  If  nothing,  then  we'll 
have  recourse  to  medicine.  And  if  that  fails 
after  a  sound  trial,  then  we  can  consider 
operative  means — possibly." 

"An  operation?" 

"A  minor  procedure  of  which  I  told  your 
aunt  while  you  were  having  your  basal 
taken.  I  truly  doubt  that  you  will  come  to  it. 
You  want  to  escape  any  operation,  don't 
you?" 

"Of  course." 

"Then  follow  my  instructions  implicitly. 
I  would  like  to  ask  you  a  personal  question, 
young  woman." 

"All  right." 

"Are  you  engaged?" 

"Why,  ye-es." 

"Going  to  be  married  soon?" 
"I — I  hope  so." 

"Good !  I  have  an  idea  you'll  be  rid  of  these 
painful  |KTiods  after  you've  had  a  baby." 

"Doctor!  Wouldn't  you  consider  that 
pretty  radical  treatment?" 

"  I  don't  know  alx>ut  that.  It's  the  kind  of 
treatment  every  young  woman  ex|>ccts  to 
«et,  isn't  it?  There  is  no  doubt  that  the  re- 
laxation that  comes  from  a  happy  and  ad- 
justed marriage  does  much  for  dysmenorrhea. 
Moreover,  the  birth  of  a  baby,  with  its  at- 
tendant stretching  of  the  uterine  canal  and 
maturing  of  the  uterus,  plays  a  role  in  di- 
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se  do  as  I  have  advised  you  and 

0  come  back  in  two  weeks." 

tor  rose  to  bow  his  visitors  out. 
Doe  raised  a  restraining  hand. 

1  thinking  about  this  scanty  men- 
>f  Janet's,  Doctor,"  she  said  hes- 
'  Perhaps  I  ought  to  tell  you  that 
laving  just  the  opposite  recently." 
:tor  frowned.  "How  recently?" 
ie  last  six  months." 

at  your  age,  it  calls  for  prompt 
on.  I  won't  even  ask  you  to  make 
tment.  We'll  go  into  this  matter 
if  you  say  the  word." 
ht,  if  you  think  best.  Doctor, 
don't  think  there  is  any  danger 

;er,  you  mean.  I  wouldn't  go  so  far 
lere  is  no  danger,  but  I  don't  think 
reat.  It  does  call  for  immediate  in- 
i.  I'm  going  to  ask  your  niece  to 
he  waiting  room." 
hey  were  alone,  Mrs.  Doe  said, 
e  a  laboratory  test  for  cancer?  I've 
of  women  talking  about  some  sort 
nd  several  of  my  friends  have  had 

the  Papanicolaou  test.  It  consists 
nination  of  cells  taken  from  the 

1  the  neck  of  the  womb.  These 
!  stained  with  a  special  dye  and 
under  the  microscope.  Papani- 
ter  whom  the  test  is  named — 
.  in  the  presence  of  cancer  certain 
•go  changes  in  color  and  shape." 
ose  that  refers  only  to  that  im- 
irt  of  the  body." 

refers  to  remoter  parts  as  well, 
ily  one  trouble  with  it." 
is  that,  doctor?" 

in  case  of  a  positive,  I'd  trust  it 
On  the  other  hand,  a  negative 
en  the  specimen  might  conceiv- 
been  carelessly  taken,  or  stained — 
for  that  matter — might  mean 
t  all.  It  would  require  repeated 
!  at  all  accurate.  We  do  that  right 
will  do  it  for  you,  but  I  have  not 
the  point  of  relying  entirely  upon 
>r  cover-glass  results  in  so  impor- 
tter.  I  believe  the  chances  of  your 
icer  are  small,  but  I  want  to  find 
lakes  you  bleed. 

start  at  the  beginning.  Six  months 
eve  you  said.  Were  you  perfectly 
to  that  time?" 
5,  all  my  life." 

you  bled  any  between  periods?" 

good,  generally  speaking.  Before 
y  further  let's  step  into  the  ex- 
om  for  a  thorough  physical." 

later,  the  doctor  announced,  "The 

2  womb  is  as  normal  and  healthy- 
any  I  have  ever  seen.  You  had 
damage  from  the  birth  of  your 

en,  as  I  believe  I  told  you,  years 
1  the  womb  about  normal  in  size 
an  who  has  borne  children." 
hat  make  it  larger?" 
y.  It  is  in  excellent  position,  which 
congestion  as  the  cause  of  your 
has  not  fallen  in  the  slightest 
ich  speaks  well  for  your  obstetri- 


cian, I  might  add.  There  is  no  tumor  that 
can  be  felt,  either  connected  with  the  womb 
or  the  ovaries." 

"  Would  an  ovarian  tumor  make  me  bleed?  " 

"It  certainly  could.  The  womb  is  freely 
movable,  which  eliminates  the  chance  of 
there  being,  or  having  been,  any  inflam- 
matory lesion  to  account  for  your  trouble. 
The  tubes,  too,  are  normal.  That  gives  you 
a  practically  clean  slate." 

Back  in  the  consulting  room,  the  doctor 
had  something  more  to  add,  as  he  summed 
up: 

"  In  the  absence  of  any  positive  findings,  I 
am  just  about  prepared  to  pronounce  this  a 
case  of  functional  bleeding." 

"I'm  afraid  I  don't  understand,  Doctor." 

"It  occurs  frequently  near  the  approach 
of  the  change  of  life.  I  couldn't  explain  it 
technically  without  making  it  sound  com- 
pletely confusing.  Anyhow,  I  can  find  noth- 
ing else  wrong,  and  I  am  confident  that  you 
can  dismiss  from  your  mind  the  bugbear  of 
cancer. 

"Just  the  same,  you  are  due  to  come  here 
a  good  many  times  during  the  next  few  years. 
In  fact,  you  will  come  every  day  for  the  next 
week  and  we  will  take  a  specimen  for  the 
smear  test  on  each  occasion.  Of  course,  I 
haven't  eliminated  the  possibility  of  a  small 
submucous  fibroid  or  a  mucous  polyp  being 
present  " 

"Doctor,  what  do  you  mean  by  a  polyp?" 

"A  small,  soft  growth  something  like  an 
adenoid  in  a  child's  nose.  I  could  go  farther 
toward  the  elimination  of  these  as  possible 
causes  by  means  of  oil  injections  into  the 
uterus,  and  the  use  of  X  ray,  but  I  scarcely 
deem  it  necessary.  I  am  satisfied  to  assume 
the  responsibility  for  my  diagnosis,  for  the 
present,  as  long  as  I  can  have  you  under 
observation. 

"What  I  propose  to  do  is  to  give  you  some 
hypodermic  injections  which  I  believe  will 
remedy  the  whole  matter.  Should  these  fail, 
a  little  later  we  will  put  you  in  a  hospital 
for  a  biopsy  scraping  of  the  womb  lining. 
Simply  a  diagnostic  procedure — it  might 
help  to  have  it  under  the  microscope." 

"But,  Doctor,  had  your  examination  this 
morning  suggested  cancer,  what  would  you 
have  advised?" 

"The  most  extensive  operation  possible  at 
the  earliest  possible  moment.  I  honestly  be- 
lieve you  can  forget  that  part  of  it." 

"You  can't  imagine,  Doctor,  how  relieved 
I  am.  I  have  been  worrying  about  that  bleed- 
ing for  months." 

"And  telling  nobody  about  it.  That  was 
wrong — for  a  woman  of  your  intelligence." 

"  I  know  it.  Oh,  you  don't  know  how  happy 
I  feel,  all  of  a  sudden." 

"Good!"  he  said.  "I  want  to  keep  you 
that  way." 

Mrs.  Doe  said,  "My  friend  Mrs.  Poe  wants 
to  bring  her  daughter  to  you  for  an  examina- 
tion. She  is  about  the  age  of  my  daughter, 
and  has  menstrual  difficulties  too.  In  fact, 
she  hasn't  menstruated  for  nearly  five 
months." 

"Send  her  in,  by  all  means.  The  case 
sounds  interesting." 

(To  Be  Continued) 


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n  get  out  of  the  house,  in  other 
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Joanne  shares  with  her  grandmother  could 
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best-looking  boys  and  girls  completely  cover 
one  wall — "The  boys  look  like  the  dream 
man  you  know  you'll  never  get,"  Joanne 
says  realistically.  "And  over  here — the  dream 
man  I  might  get,"  pointing  to  the  back  of  the 
bedroom  door  where  she's  carefully  arranged 
a  display  of  snapshots,  college  stickers  and 
empty  cigarette  packs  commemorating  im- 
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getting  dressed,  and  rushes  through  the  only 
breakfast  she  will  eat:  a  bacon-lettuce-and- 
tomato  sandwich  with  a  glass  of  milk — or 
Coke,  if  her  mother  isn't  looking — and  often 
a  piece  of  pie — "and  when  I  need  an  egg,  I 
just  toss  it  down  raw — but  not  in  the  morn- 
ing." Her  walk  from  the  quiet,  tree-lined 
street  where  the  Holts  live,  in  a  small  rented 
home,  to  Rocky  Mount's  red  brick  high 
school,  where  she's  a  senior,  takes  her  ten 
minutes.  She  tries  to  arrive  early  for  a  chat 
with  Bill  and  her  best  friend,  Barbara  Floyd, 
goes  home  for  dinner  at  1,  but  doesn't  get 
back  home  again  until  5:30,  although  school 
is  out  at  3.  "She  seems  to  feel  ruined  if  she 
has  to  spend  much  time  at  home."  her  mother 
says  with  amused  understanding".  And  yet 
this  feeling  has  nothing  to  do  with  Joanne's 
obvious  liking  for  her  parents.  "I'm  very 
well  satisfied  with  them,"  she  says  enthu- 
siastically. 

Mr.  Holt  is  a  big.  husky  railroad  engineer 
who  has  two  great  loves — fishing,  and  Diesel 
engines — and  has  never  been  able  to  under- 
stand why  his  wife  and  daughter  are  singu- 
larly disinterested  in  both,  especially  since 
he's  explained  them  so  thoroughly.  Joanne 
remembers  trips  to  the  railroad  yards  as  a 
little  girl,  loves  to  tell  the  story  of  how 
"mother  and  I  caught  more  fish  than  daddy 
last  summer."  Her  affection  for  her  father 
goes  deep.  She  has  a  warm  light  in  her  eyes 
when  she  talks  of  "daddy's  good  moods" 
and  "daddy's  bad  moods,"  and  explains 
with  great  seriousness  that  "we're  both  de- 
termined to  have  our  own  way,  so  we  couldn't 
possibly  get  along  all  the  time.  When  he's  in 
a  bad  mood,  I  just  listen.  But  when  he's 
feeling  good,  I  talk  right  back,  and  he  loves 
it."  After  a  newspaper  review  of  Joanne's 
first  appearance  in  a  Little  Theater  produc- 
tion listed  her  as  a  "vivacious  newcomer," 
Mr.  Holt  called  her  "Miss  Vivacious"  for 
weeks,  but  he's  never  actually  said  he  was 
proud  of  anything  she's  done — "Where  any- 
body but  mother's  concerned,"  Joanne  ex- 
plains, "he's  sort  of  awkward  about  things 
like  that." 

Mrs.  holt  is  more  spontaneous.  Small  and 
vivacious,  with  a  ready,  warm  charm,  she 
responds  enthusiastically  to  Joanne's  achieve- 
ments, said  over  and  over  again,  "I'm  so 
proud  of  you,"  after  Joanne  was  elected 
"Most  Talented  Senior  Girl."  She  explains 
her  willingness  to  climb  out  of  bed  at  any 
hour  to  roll  up  Joanne's  hair  as  her  "greatest 
sacrifice  to  motherhood,"  urges  Joanne  to 
bring  friends  home  whenever  she  likes  "be- 
cause the  truth  is,  I  enjoy  them  as  much  as 
you  do."  Of  her  mother,  Joanne  says  proudly. 


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"Everybody  likes  her.  She  isn't  th 
you'd  be  afraid  of,  even  if  she  is  a  mo 
and  Bill  adds  with  a  grin.  "She  look! 
your  daughter." 

When  it  comes  to  disciplining  Joam 
mother  and  father  agree  in  principle! 
disagree  in  application.  "I'm  too  e 
guess,"  her  mother  admits,  "but  I  wa 
to  be  happy.  Her  father  wants  her 
happy,  too,  but  he  wants  to  be  su 
makes  something  of  herself— for  one 
to  be  a  person  who's  reliable."  Alt 
Joanne  is  expected  to  clean  the  bat 
and  her  own  room  on  Saturdays,  she  I 
easy  to  skip  these,  rarely  makes  her  ov 
or  breakfast,  admits  readily  that  "I'n 
I  know."  And  while  Mr.  Holt  has  tc 
many  times  that  he  expects  her  U 
things  around  the  house  to  do— and  tl 
them  without  waiting  to  be  told,"  herr 
only  occasionally  enforces  this.  "She 
if  she  has  to  do  something,  and  it  mal 
so  miserable  I'd  rather  do  it  mysell 
she'll  always  help  when  we  have  comi 
And  Joanne  adds  happily,  "Mother 
gets  mad  at  me.  She  just  gets  aggrav 

Mr  .  holt's  most  firm  ideas  concern  < 
He  sees  no  sense  in  late  hours, 
Joanne  to  stay  out  until  11:15  ov 
week  end,  and  until  10  on  Tuesday 
but  insists  that  she  be  in  on  th 
lose  her  next  date  night— a  terrible  p 
for  Joanne,  who  finds  it  easy  to  overl< 
time,  until  she  thought  of  carrying  a  i 
alarm  clock  set  to  ring  fifteen  minute  , 
she's  due  home.  The  clock  goes  off.  Bi 
the  car  homeward,  and  only  once  has 
been  late — "Fortunately  daddy  wa  m 
and  mother  sort  of  overlooked  it."  Mr  I 
who  feels  that  Joanne  should  be  alk  d 
do  "what  her  friends  are  doing,"  w  d 
ficulty  got  Mr.  Holt  to  agree  to  1 
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but  has  never  shaken  his  strong  ob; 
to  midnight  shows.  "  I  saw  one  once," 
says,  "but  only  at  the  last  minute, 
cause  daddy  was  in  an  extra-sped 
mood.  We  couldn't  get  home  unl 
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Every  other  night,  and  sometimes  Fridays 
as  well,  the  place  everybody  likes  best,  how 
ever,  is  the  community-sponsored  Teen-Age 
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"someplace  to  find  a  date  and  take  off  from," 
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evening,  and  both  boys  and  girls  say  with 
exaggerated  drama,  "We'd  die  without  it." 
They  may  spend  the  entire  evening  there,  or 
come  and  go  as  they  please.  And  girls  attend 
with  or  without  dates.  And  always  there  is 
Miss  Lou  Williams,  a  city  employee,  to  be 
sure  that  things  run  smoothly.  Miss  Lou,  in 
years  as  a  dancing  teacher,  has  developed  a 
keen  understanding  of,  and  liking  for,  teen- 
agers, and  boys  still  come  to  her  "on  the 
sly"  for  a  quick  dancing  lesson  in  a  small 
room  at  the  back  of  the  club. 

"I  think  we  succeed,  where  other  clubs 
have  failed,"  she  says,  "because  while  we 
have  only  a  few  rules,  they're  enforced.  Teen- 
agers respect  authority,  if  it's  just,  and  they 
know  I  mean  what  I  say.  It's  atmospheric. 
When  I'm  polite  to  them,  they're  polite  to 
me."  Once  when  someone  exploded  a  fire- 
cracker, Miss  Lou  closed  the  club  for  a  week; 
another  time  she  suspended  a  boy  for  two 
weeks  because  she  smelled  liquor  on  his 
breath;  and  occasionally  she  has  had  to  ask 
couples  not  to  dance  "quite  so  cheek  to 
cheek,"  but  she  apologized  to  one  boy  she 
felt  she'd  disciplined  unfairly,  and  any  teen- 
ager in  town  will  tell  you  that  "the  club  just 
wouldn't  be  the  same  without  our  Miss  Lou. 
She's  fine." 

On  the  three  nights  a  week  she's  under 
orders  to  stay  home,  Joanne  occasionally 
dips  into  a  history  book,  or  works  over  her 
algebra;  more  often  talks  to  her  mother, 
listens  to  the  portable  radio  Bill  gave  her 
for  Christmas,  or  reads  a  historical  novel — 
"but  not  very  often,  because  once  I  start 
reading  I  can't  stop  until  I  finish,  and  I  con- 
centrate so  hard  that  I  don't  even  hear 
mother  speak  to  me."  Some  nights,  and  some 
days  in  class  too,  she  gets  spells  where  she 
just  sits  and  gazes  off  into  space  for  minutes 
at  a  time,  and  while  she  gives  others  the 
impression  that  she's  doing  some  deep  think- 
ing, she  maintains  that  she's  not — "Once  in 
a  while  I  think  about  next  year  and  what 
college  will  be  like,  but  most  of  the  time  I 
just  get  mind  lapses.  I  don't  think  about 
anything." 

Her  work  in  school  reflects  this  same  on- 
and-off  quality.  A  first-grade  teacher  told 
her  mother,  "Joanne  is  unusually  intelligent. 
I'm  expecting  great  things  of  her,"  and  until 
she  reached  high  school,  her  marks  were  all 
A's.  But  during  her  sophomore  year  they 
sank  to  C's  or  worse,  and  in  her  junior  year 
she  flunked  algebra — "She  just  didn't  try," 
the  teacher  reported.  This  year,  because  she 
is  trying,  Joanne  is  making  an  A  in  the  same 
course — and  in  American  history,  senior 
English  and  dramatics  as  well.  "I'm  not 
really  working  any  harder,  though,"  she  says 
frankly.  "I've  just  learned  how  to  concen- 
trate in  class.  One  or  two  hours  of  homework 
a  week  seems  to  be  all  I  can  manage."  And 
her  teachers,  realizing  this  full  well,  shake 
their  heads  and  say,  "There's  a  girl  who 
could  do  splendid  things.  She  has  ideas.  She 
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For  Joanne,  who  lists  history  as  her  favor- 
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Bill.  Always  interested  in  labor  problems 
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wishes  someone  would  figure  out  some  way 
for  labor  and  management  to  get  together 
without  strikes  "which  cripple  the  rest  of 
the  country.  Why  don't  they  see  that  higher 
wages  lead  to  higher  prices?"  and  adds, 
"We  railroad  people  don't  exactly  like  John 
L.  Lewis,  you  know."  She  thinks  that  "Rus- 


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sia's  methods  are  wronfj.  but  they're  just  as 
entitled  to  spread  communism  as  we  are  to 
spread  democracy."  hopes  that  a  "good 
plan"  for  socialized  medicine  will  be  put  into 
effect  (although  she  isn't  up  on  current  pro- 
posals), wishes  especially  that  Negroes  could 
have  "the  same  economic  and  educational 
opportunities  as  white  people."  She  was  sur- 
prised to  read  in  Kingsblood  Royal  that  dis- 
criminations exist  in  the  segregation-free 
North,  and  equally  astonished,  and  disgusted, 
when  she  and  Bill  were  criticized  by  neigh- 
bors in  Rocky  Mount  (  which  prides  itself  on 
its  Negro  schools  and  Negro  relations)  for  at- 
tending a  concert  given  by  a  local  Negro  girl 
who's  been  studying  in  New  York.  "The  way 
some  people  feel  makes  me  so  mad  I  don't 
know  what  to  do,"  she  says  with  great  dis- 
gust, and  is  considering  going  ahead  now 
with  plans  to  see  if  the  minister  of  her  church 
won't  invite  members  of  a  local  Negro  Youth 
Fellowship  over  to  their  own  Sunday-night 
Fellowship  meetings.  "We've  got  to  start 
somewhere,"  she  says,  "and  I  haven't  done 
much  of  anything  at  all.  I  think  that  if  you 
really  believe  something,  you  should  get  out 
and  work  for  it." 

And  Bill  agrees.  "The  nicest  thing  about 
him,"  says  Joanne,  "is  that  you  can  talk  to 
him.  We  do  lots  of  silly  things,  I  guess,  but 
we  do  have  some  intelligent  conversations." 
Religion  is  one  topic  they've  hashed  and  re- 
hashed. Though  Joanne,  an  ardent  Methodist 
who  spends  an  hour  in  Sunday  school  and  an 
hour  in  church  every  Sunday  morning,  feels 
that  "If  you  believe  in  God  you'll  go  to 
church  because  even  if  it  doesn't  help  you,  it 
can't  hurt  you,"  Bill  rarely  goes  to  church, 
sees  religion  as  "ethical  principles— and  if 
church  doesn't  do  anything  for  you,  what's 
the  point  of  going?"  And  he  grins  delight- 
edly at  Joanne  when  she  admits  ruefully  that 
even  though  she  wouldn't  miss  church,  "I 
can't  remember  the  sermon  ten  minutes  later 
to  save  my  life."  When  it  comes  to  marriage, 
Joanne  feels  religion  will  never  be  a  problem 
for  her — "Everybody  has  a  right  to  believe 
the  way  they  want  to.  If  I  loved  a  man 
enough,  I'd  marry  him  no  matter  what  his 
religion — and  I'd  bring  my  children  up  his 
way,  too,  if  I  had  to."  And  if  her  children 
grew  up  not  believing  in  God — "I'd  think 
they  were  crazy  and  try  to  teach  them  differ- 
ently." .  .  .  "Oh,  you  don't  have  to  worry 
about  that,"  Bill  says  with  a  big  grin.  "They'll 
be  crazy,  all  right,  with  a  mother  like  you." 

Probably  the  biggest  decision  Joanne  has 
had  to  make — and  her  parents  felt  she  should 
decide  for  herself — was  whether  or  not  to  ac- 
cept a  bid  to  Sigma  Delta  Alpha  (SDA),  one 
of  two  teen-age  sororities  in  town.  (The  boys 
have  three  fraternities.)  Though  the  high 
school  has  never  recognized  sororities  or  fra- 
ternities, and  will  not  permit  pins,  ribbons  or 
other  identification  to  be  worn  in  school,  still 
most  boys  and  girls  feel  that,  although  only 
a  fraction  of  the  school  can  belong,  member- 
ship means  "acceptance  by  the  high-and- 
mighty  social  set  of  Rocky  Mount  High 
School."  Sorority  bids  to  membership  are 
sent  out  one  Sunday  each  spring,  and  any 
girl  who  thinks  she  might  receive  one  sits 
home  and  waits— anxiously.  One  girl  was  al- 
most in  tears  after  the  sorority  girls  passed 
her  house  three  times  "as  a  joke"  before  de- 
livering her  bid;  another  girl  didn't  come  to 
school  for  two  days  after  she  was  passed  by 
completely.  And  Joanne,  who  agrees  with  her 
parents  that  sororities  aren't  fair  "because 
they  exclude  more  kids  than  they  include," 
admits,  however,  that  it  didn't  take  her  long 
to  accept  SDA's  bid  "I'd  have  died  if  I 
hadn't  been  asked.  Now  it  wouldn't  matter 
so  much,  but  then  .  .  .  well,  I  think  it's  the 
idea  of  the  thing.  You  hear  so  much  about  it 
that  it  builds  up  in  your  mind  to  something 
much  more  important  than  it  really  is.  I've 
never  heard  of  any  girl  refusing  a  bid." 

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>ther  fraternities  and  sororities,  and 
jrnity  boys  invited  to  swell  the  stag 
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a  month)  and  special  dance  assess- 
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sent  sororities."  one  girl  who  doesn't 
said,  "because  then  you  can't  help 
eft  out.  But  around  school  and  at  the 
;e  Club,  they  don't  seem  to  stick  to- 
iny  more  than  the  rest  of  us."  And 

whose  best  friend  is  a  nonsorority 
ees  vehemently.  In  fact  she  herself,  a 

girl,  has  occasionally  been  hurt  be- 
le  large  group  of  senior  girls  known 
school  as  "the  crowd,"  and  including 
s  of  both  sororities,  asks  her  to  par- 
ity when  it's  somebody's  birthday 
ave  to  bring  a  present.  This  used  to 
e  mad,  but  now  I  think  it's  funny, 
it  until  it's  my  birthday!" 
s  respect  Joanne  is  lucky.  She  meets 
i  humor,  and  an  understanding  of 
ccasionally  beyond  her  years.  "She's 
been  more  interested  in  what  people 
n  who  they  are,"  her  mother  says, 
ven't  been  able  to  afford  much  of  a 
r  very  good  furnishings  for  it  yet,  and 
to  be  afraid  Joanne  would  hate  to 
r  friends  home.  But  it  never  seems  to 
ler  at  all."  And  asked  if  there  were 
ng  person  she  would  like  to  change 
A-ith,  Joanne  exclaimed,  "I  don't 

thought  a  minute  more,  and  said, 
igh,  "I  guess  I  might  better  concen- 
.  improving  myself.  I'd  like  a  better 
I  I'd  like  to  make  myself  stop  eating 
pings  of  everything  at  dinner.  Then 
to  be  smart  about  money.  I  had  to 
an  allowance,  you  know,  because  I 
rer  did  save  any  for  the  end  of  the 
Now  she  receives  monev  for  movies 


and  incidentals  when  she  needs  it,  averages 
$2  a  week  because  she  pays  for  her  own  mov- 
ies after  school  if  Bill  happens  to  be  broke — 
"but  never  on  a  date.  Bill  just  wouldn't 
stand  for  that." 

Looking  to  the  future,  Joanne  has  lots  of 
ideas.  One  thing  upon  which  all  her  teachers 
agree  is  that  "she  should  definitely  go  to  col- 
lege. If  she  gets  down  to  work,  she  could  do 
fine  things."  Her  father,  who  graduated  from 
high  school  but  turned  down  an  athletic 
scholarship  to  Duke  (although  his  brother  is 
professor  of  English  at  Clemson  College), 
feels  skeptical  about  college — "She'll  only 
leave  to  get  married  "—but  agrees  with  Mrs. 
Holt  that  they  should  cash  in  their  bonds 
and  give  her  a  year  "to  see  if  she's  really  se- 
rious about  it.  If  she  is.  we'll  finance  the  rest 
somehow."  Joanne  sticks  out  her  lower  lip  a 
little  defiantly,  says  "I'm  going  to  college — 
even  if  I  have  to  work,"  and  this  has  im- 
pressed her  parents  as  much  as  anything  be- 
cause Joanne,  urged  by  them  both  last  sum- 
mer to  get  a  job  to  help  buy  her  school 
clothes,  has  yet  ever  to  hold  a  job — "I 
wouldn't  mind  holding  the  job,  but  I  just 
hate  having  to  ask  for  it." 

When  she  gets  to  college — and  she  and  Bill 
are  both  planning  on  Wake  Forest,  forty-five 
miles  from  Rocky  Mount — Joanne  hopes  to 
study  dramatics.  She  has  a  good  singing 
voice,  played  the  part  of  an  old  Italian  woman 
in  a  school  play  "with  extraordinary  feel- 
ing," and  this  year  will  be  one  of  the  school's 
candidates  for  a  summer  dramatic  scholar- 
ship sponsored  by  the  University  of  North 
Carolina.  But  while  she  loves  to  act,  and  has 
been  thrilled  by  the  attention  she's  received, 
Joanne's  ultimate  aims  haven't  changed  a 
bit.  Though  she  hopes  to  teach  dramatics 
"for  two  years  at  least,"  she  wants  most  to 
get  married — vto  Bill.  I  hope" — have  two 
children,  and  live  in  a  modern  house  "with 
lots  of  windows."  And  her  models  for  mar- 
ried life:  her  own  parents.  "Even  if  they  are 
getting  older,  they're  still  as  much  in  love  as 
ever,"  she  says,  "and  that's  how  I  want  to 
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Baby's  Second  Month:  i 


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Dana's  father 

WAYNE  MILLER 


Sleepy  timer  an  8-pound  winter  baby  will  rest  comfortably  in  a  cool  room: 
about  60  .  He  should  wear  a  sweater  and  be  covered  with  two  or  three 
light  wool  blankets,  tucked  well  under  the  mattress  but  not  too  tightly. 


T  kind  of  world  does  a 
lherit  and  how  does  he 
about  it?  He  cannot  tell  us  in  « 
of  course,  but  from  the  very  fir 
behavior  gives  the  clue.  In  the 
weeks,  he  is  more  or  less  a  bum 
reflexes.  His  body  is  equipped  to  breathe,  to  digest,  to  maintain 
lation  and  its  own  heat.  He  w  ill  cough  if  mucus  forms  in  his  tl 
yawn  if  he  needs  more  oxygen  in  his  lungs.  He  know  s  how  to  sue 
sw  allow  well  enough  to  keep  his  bronchial  tubes  clear  of  food.  Al 
has  defense  mechanisms  w  hich  protect  him  from  unwelcome  e 
ence:  can  shiver  when  cold,  blink  his  eyes  when  exposed  to  too 
light,  wriggle  when  restrained  and  cry  or  startle  to  show  dislike  o 
noises,  loss  of  balance  or  bodily  pain. 

This  early  w  orld  is  mainly  one  of  self  and  is  highly  self-prott 
The  baby's  personality  is  expressed  in  air  hungers,  food  hu 
needs  for  warmth  and  exercise.  Its  chief  language  is  the  cry;  its- 
activities,  feeding  and  sleeping.  But  he  is  making  progress:  both 
and  nervous  system  are  growing  to  help  him  adjust  to  his  enviroi 
And  at  about  four  w  eeks,  this  growthsomeness  begins  show  ing  it 
new  abilities.  Physically,  he  seems  much  more  "of  a  piece, 
muscles  have  more  tone;  his  head  wobbles  less;  his  arms  and  leg 
straighter.  He  is  more  alert  to  the  smells  and  sounds  and  tas 
things.  Where  before  his  visual  world  was  dim  and  colorless,  h< 
wishes  to  turn  his  head  toward  light,  can  vaguely  perceive  a  h 
face  or  a  toy  held  directly  before  his  eyes. 

Indeed,  his  eyes  are  the  first  part  of  him  to  express  his  mind's 
ing.  Fashioned  in  the  fifth  week  of  prenatal  life,  their  12  muscl 


Big  sister  watches  the  weighing-in  process.  Most  babies 
gain  close  to  2  pounds  a  month  for  the  first  three  and 
are  usually  taking  from  24  to  27  ounces  of  milk  a  day  by- 


six  weeks  of  age.  Hearty  eaters  like  to  nurse  from  .30  to 
40  minutes  but,  about  this  time,  cut  their  feedings  to 
four  or  five,  with  an  added  snack  of  orange  juice. 


Visits*to,  the  doctor  are  likely  to  be  stornS  i 
baby  should  see  him  every  four  to  six  we 
checks  on  his  development  and  immunivH 


Like  most  babies,  Dane  enjoyi  ■  hath,  hut  not  the  un- 

dre--ing.  Hit  hi  -  ran  h<-  given  in  washbowl  or  di-dipari. 
The  water  temperature  should  he  about  90°  to  100°. 


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mixed  up  with  your  own.  Hut  a  little  goes  a  long  whv. 


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y  the  first  he  learns  to  control,  and  with  the  use  of  them  he  also 
,  to  fix  his  attention,  to  assess  his  world  and  the  people  and  ob- 
n  it.  During  his  first  two  months,  sight  tells  him  more  about  life 
touch,  for  though  he  may  occasionally  pat  his  bottle  or  in- 
ively  grasp  a  rattle,  his  hands  are  usually  fisted  and  he  has  not 
arned  how  to  reach  with  them. 

four  weeks,  a  baby  still  sleeps  most  of  the  time — probably  as 
as  20  hours  of  the  day.  He  still  wakes  to  eat  and  with  a  hunger 
ut  his  waking  seems  more  purposeful  and  his  crying  more  aware, 
t,  he  is  now  beginning  to  cry  for  company  as  well  as  food.  In  the 
fternoon,  he  will  often  quiet  if  picked  up  and  held  or  allowed  to 
ere  he  can  hear  voices  and  watch  lights.  Because  this  seems  to  be 
iendly  time,  it  is  a  good  one  for  his  daily  bath,  and  one  of  the 
;  he  now  actively  enjoys  is  a  gentle  dunking  in  warm  water, 
time  soon — perhaps  in  the  middle  of  a  splash — he'll  smile  his 
irst  smile. 

though  your  baby  is  not  ready  for  much  social  life  in  his  early 
is,  don't  be  afraid  to  fondle  him  when  he  wants  attention  or  to 
3  him  with  an  occasional  rocking  when  he  cries.  Colic  is  often 
by  a  lullaby,  and  even  at  four  weeks  music  helps  to  relax  him  and 
)p  his  capacity  for  pleasure.  By  this  time,  you  have  probably 

that  your  first  consideration  for  his  feeding  needs  has  resulted 
ore  regular  schedule  and  steadier  appetite.  Because  mind  and  body 

closely  allied,  his  emotional  development  will  follow  a  like  pat- 
The  gratified  baby  makes  the  self-sufficient  child,  wise  in  finding 
titment  for  himself.  And  happy,  secure  children  do  not  need  to 
tid  throw  tantrums  to  get  their  own  way.  Indeed,  your  way  will  prob- 
e  theirs,  since  you  have  known  how  to  make  it  pleasant  and  kind. 


Check-up  outings  may  not  be  his  favorites,  but  an  8-pound  haby  need  not  be  house- 
bound. Two  or  three  hours  of  fresh  air  outdoors  are  good  for  him  if  it's  not  too 
windy  and  the  temperature's  above  freezing.  Ordinary  noise  won't  spoil  his  sleep. 


r  will  guard  baby  against  rickets,  other  deficiency 
;s,  help  you  combat  such  common  minor  ailments 
c,  thrush,  "popped"  navel  and  skin  irritations. 


You  should  always  call  a  doctor  if:  your  baby  has  fever, 
diarrhea,  rash,  hoarseness,  cough  or  convulsions;  shows 
unusual  restlessness,  loss  of  appetite  or  drowsiness. 


'd  working  order  at  two  months :  Dana  is  breathing 
r,  swallowing  better,  can  cry  tears,  hold  her  head 
en  lying  on  her  tummy.  A  baby  develops  from  top 


to  toe :  first  muscles  he  can  control  are  those  of  head  and 
neck.  Next:  those  of  the  arms  and  chest — finally  legs 
and  feet.  Let  him  decide  when  he's  ready  to  use  them. 


NEXT  MONTH 

How's  the  whole 
family  doing? 


The  more  love,  the  better— but  keep  visitors  with  colds 
away  from  the  baby,  don't  let  anyone  kiss  him  on  the  lips, 
give  him  candv  or  play  with  him  when  he's  tired  or  cross. 


2  10 


V  ID', 


SKVKXTH  YE All 

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THE  "ULTRA  -  COACH"  So  light  and  easy  to 

handle.. .yet  so  ruggedly  safe,  l/ecau%e  it's  built  by  the  makers 
of  America's  finest  and  safest  baby  vehicles.  And  it's  comfort- 
able as  a  dream-cloud,  with  luxurious  upholstery  and  Feather- 
Touch  3-way  adjustable  back  rest.  Handle  adjusts  to  mother's 
height. ..big  rubber  tired  wheels  have  self-oiling  squeakproof 
bearings.  Choice  of  lovely  colors... and  there's  a  big  surprise 
for  you  in  its  low  price ! 


THE  HOLLYWOOD  STROLLER  A  luxurious 

canopied  throne  on  wheels...  for  sit-up  strolling  when  baby 
graduates  from  a  carriage... or  for  all-purpose  use  as  a  reclin- 
ing coach,  too . . .  because  the  adjustable  back  rest  and  an  in- 
genious 1- second  change  in  the  footwell  turns  it  into  a  full- 
length  carriage,  where  baby  reclines  in  draftproof  comfort. 
Self -oiling  squeakproof  wheel  bearings  and  all  the  famous 
Thayer  features.  And  the  Hollywood  is  just  one  of  many 
Thayer  Strollers,  with  a  style  for  every  taste  and  purse! 


★    ★    ★  ★ 


He  should  be  starting  back  for  the  afternoon 
session  now." 

Jennie  stood  up.  "Oh,  but  it's  just  kinder- 
garten, Martha!  Is  a  day  or  so  very  impor- 
tant? This  is  Thursday— I  promise  to  have 
him  back  for  Monday  morning.'  Please,  dear- 
est Martha,  don't  say  no!" 

Duncan's  blue  eyes  turned  abruptly  to  his 
son.  "Do  you  want  to  go,  Dale?" 

"Oh,  yes,  dad!" 

"Then  go  upstairs  and  get  your  things." 

"I'll  get  them,"  Martha  said  grimly. 

Dale  shot  out  of  the  room,  and  she  followed 
him.  her  feet  planted  firmly  on  the  carpeted 
stairs.  She  knew  just  what  would  happen. 
Dale  would  go,  and  Sunday  night  he  would 
be  back,  heavy  with  rich  food  and  late  hours, 
spoiled,  and  lovesick.  Lovesick  for  his  beau- 
tiful, silly  mother,  her  artist  friends,  her 
whole  tinselly,  unwholesome  way  of  life. 

Jennie  was  an  illustrator  of  children's 
books,  and  she  was  well  paid  for  it,  better 
paid  than  Duncan  for  his  teaching,  but  no 
amount  of  money  would  give  her  life  stabil- 
ity— and  above  all  else,  that  was  what  a  child 
needed.  Even  Jennie  knew  it;  that  was 
why  she  had  agreed  to  Duncan's  keeping 
the  child,  had  even  professed  to  be  grate- 
ful that  Martha  had  lived  in  the  house  so 
long  that  Dale  knew  her  as  a  second  mother. 

Now,  Martha 
thought,  Jennie  had 
things  just  the  way  she 
wanted  them.  None  of 
the  restrictions  of 
motherhood,  yet  she 
could  see  Dale  when- 
ever she  chose.  Dun- 
can would  never  refuse 
her;  Martha  had  seen 
his  dark  flush  when  Jen- 
nie had  begged  so  pret- 
tily—  "Please,  dearest 
Martha" — as  though 
Martha  had  any  author- 
ity! But  Jennie  had 
known  the  words  would 
hurt  Duncan,  shame 
him.  No  woman  should 
have  to  plead  for  her 
own  child. 

From  downstairs 
came  Lutie's  high- 
pitched  laughter. 
"Now,  Miss  Jennie, 
you  just  say  that  to 
make  me  feel  good!" 

So  she  was  working  on  Lutie  now.  Doubt- 
less she'd  like  to  take  Lutie  back  with  her, 
too,  to  clean  the  studio,  or  do  some  week-end 
baking.  Well,  she  wouldn't.  Lutie  had  be- 
longed to  this  house  before  Jennie  ever  came 
into  it,  to  an  ordered,  predictable  way  of  liv- 
ing. Lutie  would  stay  in  it. 

Charm,  Martha  reflected,  folding  Dale's 
clean  pajamas  into  the  bag,  was  like  counter- 
feit money.  It  would  buy  a  lot,  so  long  as  you 
dealt  with  unwary  people.  Hadn't  her  own 
sensitive,  fine-grained  brother  been  taken  in 
by  it?  Hadn't  Martha  herself?  Well,  the 
chapter  was  finished  now;  let  it  stay  finished. 

Vet  she  wasn't  quite  comfortable,  leaving 
Duncan  down  there  for  any  length  of  time, 
exposed  to  Jennie. 

Jknnie  sat  companionably  at  the  lunch 
table  with  Duncan,  as  though  the  deep  wound 
in  their  marriage,  the  fatal  wound,  had  never 
been.  In  Jennie's  philosophy,  disagreeable 
truth  could  be  made  to  disappear  simply  by 
ignoring  it.  She  had  other  pleasant  beliefs 
that  had  taken  a  long  time  dying.  Such  as 
the  conviction  that  a  little  note,  adorned  with 
a  (lower  and  a  funny  picture,  and  placed  be- 
fore Duncan  at  the  breakfast  table,  could 
wipe  out  a  whole  night  of  bitterness  and  re- 
crimination. But  the  bitterness  remained, 
dusted  over  with  pleasantries. 

Shf  leaned  toward  him,  her  face  as  inno- 
cent as  water.  "It's  sweet  of  you,  Duncan,  to 
let  me  lx>rrow  Dale!  I'm  having  a  house- 
warming  for  the  new  studio  Sunday  night, 
and  I  want  Id  show  him  off.  I've  been  meet- 
ing all  the  Fnday-to-Sunday  people,  who 


work  in  town  during  the  week.  It's  r  \ 
colony— artists,  actors.  ...  It  seems  \ 
prove  I'm  a  mother— nobody  believij 

"  It  seems  a  rather  frivolous  reason  f* 
a  child  fifty  miles  away  from  his  homl 

"Well,  but  I  am  frivolous!  Havey<| 
gotten?  That's  why  we're  getting  ad  i 
Besides,  Dale  should  see  how  the  oth'l 
lives.  Martha's  wonderful— nobody  < 
that  better  than  I— but  he  mustn't  ^ 
idea  that  life  is  entirely  real  and  earm 
cause,  of  course,  it's  not.  You  should ; 
new  studio— it  couldn't  possibly  be  i 

Tell  me  about  it,"  Duncan  said 
"Oh,  you  couldn't  stop  me.  It  used  i 
stable — now  there's  a  skylight  cut  in  th 
and  the  stalls  are  bedrooms,  and  ti 
knocked  out  a  wall  in  the  harness  roo 
put  in  a  fireplace.  Everything's  covere 

murals  and  dyed  fishnet,  and   

look  at  me  like  that,  because  I'm  not 
sible;  another  artist  had  it  before  I  did 
way,  the  outside  is  still  plain  old  red 
"What  will  you  do  with  Dale?" 
"Oh,  he'll  have  one  of  the  stalls 
love  it.  It's  not  exactly  a  room—  yo 
open  a  little  gate  and  walk  in— but 
a  bed  in  it." 

"Really?  I  should  expect  he'd  just< 
in  the  hay.' 

Shewrinkledh  % 
at  him."  Why  do  g| 
drive  over  and  \. 
Sunday?  And  o  \t 
my  party?" 

It  was  reall 
much,  asking  h 
her  party  as  thoi 
were  just  any 
His  chair  scraped 
and  his  voice  was 
"Why  don't  1 
cause  you  and 
through,  Jennie, 
vou  remember 

"Oh."  She  lo 
her  lashes,  nn 
"I'm  sorry.  M: 
friends  will  be 
pointed.  I  told 
you  were  so  civil 
"Why?  Becau: 
never  beaten  yo 


>■'/ 


By  Kara  King  f'arleton 

What  do  you  want  for  Easter? 

Something  fine  and  new? 
Pink  roses  on  a  bonnet, 

Bronze  buckle  on  a  shoe? 
A  warm  and  bright  sun  shining 
Upon  the  Avenue? 

What  do  I  want  for  Easter? 

Just  a  country  lane — 
We  two  caught  out  together 

Gay  and  young  again 
Under  one  umbrella 
In  the  pouring  rain! 


Sometimes  I  th 
was  a  great  m( 
that  I  didn't 
There  was  a  little  silence.  Jennie  i  w 
crumbs  around  on  Dale's  abandoned 
"Duncan,  why  are  we  getting  a  di 
Sometimes  I  can't  remember.  Do  you  ■ 
you  could  put  it  into  one  clear,  beau  | 
logical  sentence,  the  way  you  do?" 

"Certainly.  We  are  getting  a  divo 
cause  we  have  no  single  taste,  belief  o  I 
tion  in  common,  which  makes  any  m;  | 
frustrating  and  unproductive." 

She  licked  at  a  crumb  on  her  finger 
produced  Dale.  In  that  case,  you  migiJJ 
that  not  functioning  in  common  helpi 
He  couldn't  face  up  to  that  demun 
long  glance.  "Oh,  Jennie,  you  know  vl 
was,  as  well  as  I  do!  It  was  a  lot  o| 

things  " 

It  was  the  way  she  kept  her  checkbex 
one  thing.  When  she  wrote  a  check  for 
amount,  she  entered  it  on  the  stub  ; 
round  figure  above— thus  $8.49  b| 
$10.00;  $22.50 became  SLMOO.  So  every  id 
when  her  statement  came  from  t  lie  bai  i 
was  naively  pleased  to  see  that  she  hacl 
money  than  she  thought  she  had.  D  j 
still  recalled  his  sense  of  outrage  wh< 
explained  this  to  him.  If  a  woman  1 
honest  even  with  herself,  could  you  < 
her  to  be  honest  with  anybody  else? 

It  was  the  way  she  embellished  the 
for  no  reason.  If  he  asked  her  about  hi 
in  town,  he  could  never  be  sure  that  he' 
just  getting  a  good  slot  v.  II  she  had  in\  I 
these  diverting  episodes  because  she  ' 
he  would  disapprove  of  the  facts,  he  I 
have  been  sorry,  but  he  would  have  il 
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stood.  But  this  was  never  the  case.  Jennie 
just  wanted  to  be  entertaining. 

It  was  the  way  she  could  never  turn  down 
anyone  at  the  door.  Whether  he  was  selling 
magazines  they  already  subscribed  to,  lec- 
ture courses  they  would  never  attend,  any 
kind  of  dubious  unadvertised  product.  She 
explained  that  to  him  too:  "You  open  the 
door,  and  there  they  are  with  that  starry, 
hopeful  look.  I  can't  just  turn  it  off  like  a 
light.  I'd  be  haunted!"  The  obvious  thing 
was  that  Jennie  was  a  soft  touch.  But  under- 
neath, it  was  pure  vanity.  He  and  Martha 
had  talked  it  all  over.  The  truth  was  that 
Jennie  couldn't  endure  to  send  anybody  away 
uncharmed,  even  a  twelve-year-old  boy  ped- 
dling tickets  to  the  firemen's  ball. 

It  was  a  lot  of  little  things,  and  it  was  one 
big  thing.  Jennie  didn't  need  him.  She  was 
beautiful  and  young  and  talented,  and  every- 
body loved  her.  Sometimes  secretly,  fiercely, 
guiltily,  he  longed  for  the  days  before  Dale 
was  born.  The  days  she  had  been  unsure,  de- 
pendent, a  little  frightened.  That  was  bad, 
very  bad.  If  you  could  build  yourself  up  only 
by  diminishing  someone  else,  it  was  time  you 
got  out. 

"Mommy,  I'm  ready!"  Dale  was  hurtling 
down  the  stairs.  "Aunt  Martha's  got  my 
clothes.  Should  I  put  the  turtles  in  the  soup- 
case?" 

"No,  you  carry  the  turtles  in  your  lap." 
Jennie  went  to  the  stairs  and  held  Martha  on 
the  bottom  step.  "Darling,  you  drive  over  on 
Sunday.  I'm  having  a  party,  and  I  do  so  want 
you  to  see  my  studio.  And  my  new  friends. 
But  even  more,  I  want  them  to  see  you.  I 
want  them  to  see  that  I  have  a  family,  that  I 
didn't  spring  up  out  of  nowhere,  like  a  mush- 
room." 

Martha  stood  rigid  in  that  soft  embrace. 
"If  you're  having  a  party,  and  can't  drive 
Dale  home  yourself,  it  seems  to  me  that  Dun- 
can is  the  logical  one  to  go  and  get  him." 

Jennie  shook  her  head,  smiling.  "Duncan 
isn't  interested.  He  is  vastly  i'winterested  in 
artists  and  actors  and  made-over  barns." 

Duncan  swung  around,  his  big,  thin  hands 
clasped  on  the  chair  back.  "Why  don't  you 
say  it?  What  you've  always  thought  about 
me? '  Duncan  is  a  stuffed  shirt.  He's  not  capa- 
ble of  the  gay,  light,  amusing  touch.  He's  not 
civilized  enough  to  graduate  overnight  from 
a  husband  to  a  party  boy!'" 

"All  right,"  Martha  said  calmly,  "I'll  drive 
over  Sunday  and  get  Dale." 

Sunday  afternoon  was  overcast  and  windy. 
Martha  left  at  three  o'clock  to  drive  the  fifty 
miles  to  the  arty,  suburban  town  where  Jen- 
nie was  living. 

It  had  been  a  miserable  week  end.  The 
house  had  been  empty  and  overquiet  with- 


out the  little  boy,  and  Duncan  had 
mostly  to  his  study.  Martlui  had  no  int" 
of  attending  Jennie's  party— she  would 
ply  pick  up  Dale  and  go.  Nevertheless, 
bleak  an  afternoon,  she  was  glad  to  ha> 
errand. 

The  drive  took  longer  than  she  ha 
pected.  She  got  on  one  of  the  parkr 
missed  her  turnoff,  and  had  to  circle  an 
and  pick  it  up  from  another  road.  And, 
arrived  in  the  right  town,  she  had  diflv 
finding  the  way  out  to  Jennie's  place.  It 
five-fifteen  when  she  drove  up  in  front  o 
red  barn  with  the  painted  rooster  on  the 
and  all  the  cars  parked  outside. 

Martha  got  out,  straightened  her  hat 
gave  her  girdle  a  brief  tug.  She  felt  fo 
walking  up  to  the  door.  This  was  no  plac 
her  on  a  Sunday  afternoon. 

An  hour  later  she  was  still  there,  arr 
plain,  uncompromising  features  were 
reproduced  in  charcoal  by  a  clever  young 
she  had  met  twenty  minutes  before, 
wouldn't  have  believed  it  herself,  if  she  h 
lived  through  that  hour. 

The  first  hitch  in  her  plan  for  a  quick 
w-ay  was  the  discovery  that  Dale  wasot 
an  errand  with  one  of  the  guests.  She  \\ 
have  to  await  his  return.  So  she  had  si 
herself  stolidly  in  the  middle  of  the  clut 
firelit  room,  under  the  crazy,  peaked 
skylighted  roof,  looking  grimly  at  a  ro| 
bar  stools  fitted  with  old,  peeling  saddl* 

She  was  aware  of  a  faint  surprise  ai, 
own  conspicuousness.  Jennie  kept  briri 
over  people  and  introducing  her,  not ; 
in-law,  but  as  "my  sister,"  and  although 
body  with  half  an  eye  could  see  there  w; 
blood  relationship.  Martha  grudgingh 
mitted  it  sounded  gracious  enough. 

And,  oddly,  the  people  didn't  go  a 
again.  They  sat  around,  smiling  and  tal 
in  a  friendly,  curious,  bumptious  way, 
puppies,  as  though  she  were  something 
in  their  experience,  something  worth  ex[ 
ing.  One  of  them  was  the  young  man 
carried  charcoal  in  his  pocket. 

' '  Well ,  for  Christmas'  sake, ' '  he  cried,  li 
ing  intently  at  Martha.  "Here's  somethi 
never  saw  before  in  my  life!  A  simon-| 
symmetrical  face.  Identical,  right  and 
brow  to  jaw."  He  picked  up  a  magazine, 
to  Martha's  astonishment  held  it  swiftly' 
the  right  side  of  her  face,  then  the  left.  "I 
at  that.  Droop  of  eyelid,  angle  of  ear,  no 
flare — absolute  symmetry.  I've  got  to 
this  on  paper." 

Somebody  else  said  impressively,  I 
only  woman  I  ever  saw  who  had  absr 
symmetry  was  Poppy  Metzel — remerr 
the  stripper?  Used  to  be  at  the  Horsesr 

And  then  several  others  came  over  to 
at  the  miracle.  And  before  Martha  knt 
the  young  man  had  got  out  his  charcoa 


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It  wasn't  so  painful  as  she  might  have 
thought.  Watching  the  quick,  clean  strokes 
of  the  pencil,  she  was  rather  pleased  to  dis- 
cover, after  forty  years,  that  her  face,  al- 
though plain,  shared  a  miracle  with  a  stripper 
named  Poppy.  It  was  like  the  time  she  had 
found  the  old  diary  in  the  attic,  and  it  had 
turned  out  to  be  a  collector's  item. 

When  Dale  came  in  and  ran  over  to  look  at 
the  picture,  she  was  surprised  to  realize  that, 
for  the  moment,  she  had  forgotten  what  she 
was  here  for. 

About  that  time  Jennie  brought  in  food- 
two  big  casseroles  of  something  hot  and  spicy, 
salad  and  crusty  loaves  of  bread.  Martha  re- 
membered, then,  that  she  had  eaten  very  lit- 
tle since  breakfast.  Besides,  better  to  get  Dale 
fed  now  than  to  find  a  place  later,  after  they 
got  involved  with  the  parkway.  She  allowed 
a  plate  of  food  to  be  set  on  her  lap. 

"Yes,"  she  admitted  to  a  newcomer,  "I'm 
Jennie's  sister.  I  thought  it  was  time  one  of 
the  family  looked  over  this  new  venture  of 
hers.  It's  so  like  Jennie — painting  in  a  stable." 

After  supper  a  ruthlessly  clever  young 
woman,  who  impersonated  celebrities  in  a 
Broadway  revue,  entertained  them  with  im- 
personations of  Jennie's  guests.  Martha 
watched  with  interest.  She  had  been  here 
long  enough  now  to  recognize  most  of  the 
sketches;  she  even  recognized  her  own. 

The  clever  young  woman  picked  up  a  hat, 
planted  it  firmly  on  her  brow,  and  seated 
herself  in  the  midst  of  flow  and  movement 
like  a  stone  in  a  stream  bed.  She  looked  about 
her,  with  a  slow,  direct  look,  and  calmly,  ju- 
dicially, repeated  a  remark  Martha  had  made 
earlier,  when  someone  asked  her  what  she 
thought  of  Jennie's  studio: 

"Never  mind  what  I  think;  I'm  wondering 
what  an  honest  horse  would  think  of  it." 

The  room  roared  its  appreciation,  and 
Martha  felt  the  corners  of  her  own  mouth 
lifting.  She  hadn't  intended  to  be  humorous — 
but  maybe  the  remark  would  bear  repeating 
to  Duncan. 

In  the  spent  silence  that  followed,  someone 
spoke:  "Let's  see  you  do  Jennie.  That  would 
be  something." 

The  actress  laughed  briefly.  "No,  thanks. 
I'm  not  sticking  my  neck  out.  Not  Jennie." 

"Why?"  Jennie  said,  looking  around. 
"Haven't  I  any  personality?"  She  was  sit- 
ting on  the  floor,  her  skirt  spread  around  her 
like  a  dancer's,  her  lovely,  eager  face  lifted. 

"I  don't  know  what  you'd  call  it,"  the 
actress  said.  "It's  plenty  of  something,  but 
no  two  people  in  this  room  would  agree  on  an 
interpretation.  The  thing  is — you  react  differ- 
ently to  different  personalities.  I  can't  get 
anyone  unless  he's  consistently  himself." 

A  suave-voiced  man  with  the  face  of  a 
cynical  baby  said,  "  I  know  what  you  mean. 
It's  wonderful  to  watch  Jennie  react  to  peo- 
ple. The  more  people,  the  more  charming. 
With  two,  she  is  gay;  with  six,  radiant;  with 
a  roomful,  irresistible."  He  leaned  forward, 
clasping  his  plump,  silken  ankle.  "Sometimes 
I  try  to  picture  Jennie  in  an  empty  room. 
You  know,  I'm  not  sure  she  exists  at  all." 

An  amused  murmur,  appropriate  to  this 
fantasy,  circled  the  room.  Somebody  put  a 
record  on  the  phonograph. 

A  woman's  voice  begged,  "Now,  please, 
everybody,  all  you  brilliant  people,  be  dull 
for  the  rest  of  the  evening !  I  can't  bear  to  go, 
but  we  promised  our  sitter  " 

Dale  said,  yawning,  "When  are  we  going, 
Aunt  Martha?  Because  I  ought  to  feed  my 
turtles  before  I  take  them  in  the  car." 

"Feed  them  now,"  she  said  absently. 
"We're  leaving  right  away." 

She  looked  around  for  Jennie.  But  Jennie 
was  not  in  sight.  It  bothered  Martha  a  little; 
she  had  been  looking  at  Jennie  when  the 
plump  man  had  said  that  silly  thing  about 
her,  and  Jennie's  face  had  looked  odd,  like 
shatterproof  glass  that  has  received  a  blow, 
and  breaks  quietly  below  the  surface. 

She  called  after  Dale,  "And  find  your 
mother!  Tell  her  we  want  to  say  good-by." 

Dale  went,  and  Martha  collected  her  hat, 
coat  and  bag.  She  exchanged  farewells,  prom- 
ised to  let  several  people  know  when  she  was 
in  the  neighborhood  again,  and  watched  for 
Dale.  He  appeared  finally,  on  the  short  lad- 
der nailed  against  the  loft,  handed  down  his 


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traveling  case  and  turtle  box.  and  scrambled 
down  after  them. 

"Mommy's  gone  to  bed— she's  got  a  head- 
ache. She  says  good-by  and  thank  you  for 
coming." 

"But,  good  heavens,  all  these  people!  A 
hostess  can't  just  take  to  her  bed." 

"Mommy  can."  Dale  led  her  through  the 
kitchen  to  the  back  door.  "She  says  they'll 
go  home  after  a  while.  She  says  she  doesn't 
want  to  be  bothered." 

Uneasily,  Martha  settled  herself,  the  boy 
and  his  luggage  in  the  car.  She  didn't  like  to 
go  off  like  this.  She  had  made  up  her  mind  to 
tell  Jennie  quite  frankly  that  she  had  en- 
joyed her  party.  But  if  Jennie  didn't  want  to 
be  bothered  with  courtesies,  Martha  wasn't 
going  to  intrude  herself. 

It  was  easier  going  back.  They  got  onto  the 
parkway  without  any  trouble.  Dale  went  to 
sleep,  and  she  pulled  him  against  her,  tucking 
the  skirt  of  her  coat  across  his  bare  knees. 
Driving  through  the  dark,  chill  night,  she 
thought  about  Duncan. 

It  must  have  been  a  dreary  afternoon  for 
him,  shut  up  in  that  big,  quiet  house  with  his 
books.  When  Jennie  lived  in  the  house,  it  had 
been  alive. 

Even  the  quarrels,  the  exasperation  that 
had  crackled  between  them  like  summer 
lightning,  had  been  a  vivid,  living  thing. 
And  Jennie's  presence  had  changed  the 
texture  of  everything,  as  a  careless  fall 
of  light  seems  to  alter  solid  substance. 
Her  big  sketch  pad,  splashed  with  color;  ani- 
mals and  children  she  brought  home  to  pose 
for  her,  her  easel  set  up  on  the  side  veranda. 

Jennie  loved  to  paint  ^^^^^^^^ 
with  people  around  her, 
looking  over  her  shoulder, 
commenting.  She  would 
listen  to  anybody — to  a 
six-year-old  moppet,  self- 
elected  art  critic. 

"That   rabbit's  ears   

ought  to  be  longer.  So  he 
can  hear  the  children." 

"Why,  you're  right!"  Jennie  would  cry. 
"Why  didn't  I  think  of  that?  Well,  plenty  of 
time — we'll  do  the  ears  over." 

Plenty  of  time.  Yet,  like  as  not,  at  that 
moment  Duncan  would  walk  up  the  path, 
and  she  would  throw  him  an  anguished, 
startled  look.  "You  didn't  ivalk  home?  In  this 
heat!  But  you  knew  I  was  going  to  drive 
over." 

He  would  brush  aside  the  bright  backdrop 
she  had  set  up  for  her  picture.  "  I  waited  un- 
til five-thirty.  Then  I  realized  you  were  held 
up  by  something  more  important." 

In  the  end,  Jennie  had  listened  to  Martha 
too.  "You're  wearing  Duncan  out,  Jennie, 
fretting  about  you.  You've  got  to  decide 
which  is  more  important — your  husband,  or 
your  picture  books.  They  can't  both  come 
first.'" 

She  hadn't  wanted  to  push  Jennie  out  of 
the  house,  out  of  Duncan's  life.  She  had  only 
wanted  to  make  her  over  into  a  wife.  To 
make  Jennie  acknowledge  the  primary  im- 
portance of  wifehood.  She  hadn't  wanted  her 
to  go.  Why,  to  tell  the  truth,  she  missed  Jen- 
nie. 

A  police  car,  siren  shrilling,  streaked  past 
them.  Dale  stirred  and  sat  up.  "What  was 
that?" 

"Nothing.  It'sgonenow.  We're  nearly  half- 
way home." 

Oalk  was  quiet,  snuggled  against  her.  Then 
he  said,  "Mommy  looked  so  little  when  she 
was  crying.  All  scrunched  up  little  on  the 
bed." 

Martha  said  sharply,  "Crying?  Who  was 
crying?" 

"Mommy.  And  her  voice  was  kind  of  wa- 
tery. I  wish  she  could  come  home  with 
us." 

Their  headlights  picked  up  a  warning  sign: 
"Turn-off  !4  Mile."  Martha  slowed  down.  It 
was  curious  how  she  knew  at  once  what  she 
was  going  to  do,  didn't  need  to  weigh  the  de- 
rision one  way  or  the  Other:  Ten  minutes 
later  they  were  on  the  parkway  again,  but 
headed  in  the  other  direction. 

All  the  cars  were  gone  The  red  barn  str>od 
alone  in  the  windy  night.  Marlha  hxed  up 


■X  There  is  one  thing  stronger 
■J'  than  all  the  armies  of  the 
world,  and  that  is  an  idea 
whose  time  has  come. 

—  VOLTAIRE. 


Dale  on  the  back  seat,  stretchec 
sleeping,  and  tucked  an  old  rug  aro 
Then  she  went  in  to  get  Jennie. 

The  plump  man  had  said  he  coii 
agine  Jennie  alone  in  a  room,  hu* 
alone  now.  She  was  sitting  in  ixo{ 
cold,  pink  ashes  in  the  fireplace, 
Martha  came  in  she  Ux)ked  up  withl 
lous  smile.  She  looked  as  though  she  { 
that  Martha  was  back  again,  an  h| 
she'd  left  to  go  home,  but  not 
prised. 

"What's  all  this  about  crying?'! 
began  briskly.  "Just  because  son 
man  was  trying  to  be  smart  at 
pense?" 

In  a  faraway,  little  voice  Jennie 
"He  frightened  me.  Because  it 
Everybody  knew  it  was  true." 

"Jennie,  for  mercy's  sake,  don't| 
matic!  What  was  true?" 

"That  I'm  nobody  any  more.  Just j 
for  other  people.  It's  been  like  that  t\ 
Duncan  and  I  .  .  .  separated." 

"What's  Duncan  got  to  do  with  i| 

"  Why,  everything !  Didn't  you  knl 
glad  Duncan  didn't  come  over.  I'dl 
barrassed  to  have  him  see  this  place! 
thing  looks  like  something  it  isnj 
stared  somberly  at  a  wooden  icebi>\  | 
as  a  Victorian  commode,  and  cozily  [ 
with  fat  cupids.  "I  don't  know  u  | 
can  stand  it  to  wake  up  here  tomorro  | 
ing." 

"You're  not  going  to  wake  up  hi 
your  coat  and  throw  something  [ 
I'm  takiil 


bag. 
home." 

Jennie  took  a  | 
breath.  "Marth 
Duncan  ask  you  - 
"No.  But  you  i 
what  you  just  told  r 

  you're  nobody 

him.  and   I'll  gull 
he'll  see  to  it  th 
don't  wake  up  here  tomorrow,  or  anrtk 
morning." 

Martha  had  gone  upstairs  to  put  lea 
bed.  Jennie  stood  in  the  doorway  o  to 
can's  study  and  said  in  a  small,  fainDia 
"Martha  thinks  I  should  tell  you  sonyiiu 
She  thinks  it  would  be  valuable  for  jl 
know.  Well.  Anyway,  please  listen,  beisel 
may  never  say  it  again. 

He  couldn't  seem  to  get  over  the  fa*  I 
she  had  returned.  He  drew  her  into  tht  on 
closing  the  door  behind  her,  even  st;iii| 
backed  against  it,  as  though  she  were  pi  oa 
and  elusive,  likely  to  escape  again. 

He  said  gruffly,  "Tell  me  what?' 

"Just  how  .  .  .  inadequate  I  am  i  | 
you.  It's — well — humiliating." 

That  wasn't  enough  for  him.  He 
have  more.  "  In  what  way — inadequal 
asked. 

"Let  me  see  if  I  can  put  it  in  word'  | 
wasn't  looking  at  him  now.  She  had 
up  a  paper  clasp  from  his  desk,  and  wa 
ing  it  nervously  in  her  fingers.  "You!* 
you  know  me  so  well.  The  good  and  th  » 
And  you  care — cared.  Because  even 
mad  at  me  was  a  kind  of  caring.  If  a  1 
doesn't  have  someone  who  sees  all  ; 
her,  why,  she's  just  two  dimensions, 
paper  doll.  You  always  knew  just  h 
I'd  go  ...  in  my  Mightiness,  my  willf 
and  I  knew  you'd  be  there,  to  comebi 
That  was  my  anchor— my  home."  She 
down  the  paper  clip.  "Now  I'm  lost, 
can— really  lost." 

His  arms  went  around  her.  "No,  J*}* 
no.  Because  here  you  are— home  again 

"  I'm  frivolous  and  irresponsible  — oM 
mit  it  freely!  But  I  want  something 
around  me.  Like  you,  like  this  house 
was  Martha  right?  Is  that  a  valuable  I 
for  you  to  know?  " 

"Yes,"  he  said  hoarsely,  against  hertl  i 
"Absolutely  valuable.  Even  if  you  ncv<P 
it  again." 

"I'll  try  to  grow  up,  Duncan."  She  I' 1 
over  his  shoulder  at  the  square,  oak-pal 
nxjtn.  the  massive,  worn  furniture.  Sh< 
softly,  "I  love  this  room,  I  never  wa  1 
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(Continued  from  Page  71) 


The  history 
^  is  a  history 
cheat  Nature, 
run  uphill,  to 
sand. 


arrangement  instead  of  giving  the  impres- 
sion, which  she  certainly  had  done,  of  being 
reluctant,  only  coerced  by  Jean's  brisk,  de- 
termined brightness? 

She  knew  perfectly  well  what  was  the 
matter.  It  was  the  galling  feeling  of  being 
taken  for  granted  because  she  was  dependent. 
It  was  the  feeling  that  this  was  service  ex- 
acted, not  a  benefit  conferred.  It  was  living 
in  Jean's  house,  seeing  through  all  her  little 
wiles,  resenting  too  much  in  her.  It  had  been 
a  mistake  to  come  to  live  with  them.  Yet 
what  else  could  she  have  done? 

Life  had  cheated  her,  she  thought.  She  had 
spent  her  husband's  insurance  on  the  boys, 
on  Tommy's  last  year  at  college,  on  Rob's 
medical  education — surely  she  had  a  right  to 
depend  on  them  now.  And  they  had  married. 
She  had  expected  them  to  marry  someday, 
of  course,  but  actually  she  had  never  looked 
beyond  the  picture  of  two  devoted  sons  at 
her  side.  Making  up  to  her  for  what  she  had 
done  for  them. 

The  war.  That  had  been  the  first  upheaval. 
It  had  taken  Tommy  out  of  college,  sent  him 
overseas.  It  had  given  him  a  Wac  bride — a 
nice  girl,  Emily  had  to  admit,  but  Tommy 
was  hers  now.  They  were  both  going  to  col- 
lege in  the  East  on  their  G.  I.  allotments. 
Tommy  working  for  an  M.A. 

But  it  was  Rob  for  whom  she  had  done  the 
most.  Three  years  of  medical,  then  his  per- 
sonal expenses  when  he  was  an  intern.  She 
had  skimped  and  saved,  renting  Tommy's 
room  to  a  student,  then  renting  Rob's  when 
he  went  into  the  hospital,  holding  on  to  her 
little  flat  so  there  would  be 
a  home  for  Rob's  free  mo-  ■DMmMH 
ments.  She  had  even  done 
part-time  work  at  the  ra- 
tioning board,  looking  for- 
ward to  the  time  when  Rob 
would  enter  Doctor  Sev- 
ern's office  and  she  would 
be  keeping  house  for  him  ■■■■■ 
again. 

And  he  had  fallen  in  love  with  Jean  Ter- 
rill.  He  was  married  before  he  left  the  hos- 
pital. "This  won't  make  any  difference  to 
us,  mother,"  he  had  said.  "Your  home  is 
with  us.  Jean  understands.  She  knows  how 
much  you've  done  for  me."  There  had  been 
nothing  to  do  but  make  the  best  of  it  and  go 
for  that  long  and  ultimately  irksome  visit  to 
Cousin  Marion  until  the  young  people  had 
found  a  place  to  which  she  could  come.  Bobby 
was  on  the  way  then  and  Jean  had  been  glad 
to  relax  and  let  her  be  useful.  And  then  had 
come  Deborah.  Now  Grandmother  Dilling- 
ham was  definitely  a  convenience. 

The  sound  of  the  front  door  jolted  her 
thoughts  out  of  this  familiar  treadmill.  She 
heard  Rob  come  in,  heard  Jean  rush  to  meet 
him,  giving  him,  she  knew,  a  quick,  low- 
toned  version  of  the  new  arrangement.  Rob 
wouldn't  have  minded  so  much,  his  mother 
thought,  if  the  party  had  been  called  off. 
They  did  too  much  running  around,  spent 
too  much  money  on  restaurants.  Rob  was 
freer  than  most  doctors  because  his  specialty 
was  head  and  throat,  and  he  had  stepped 
into  a  nice  practice  with  Doctor  Severn.  But 
he  ought  to  be  saving  more  money. 

They  went  into  their  bedroom,  and  Emily 
felt  the  old,  accustomed  pang  of  being  hus- 
bandless,  of  having  no  man  to  seek  her  out 
when  he  came  home.  She  felt  cruelly  lonely. 
It  was  unfair  to  charge  this  against  Jean — if 
Tom  had  lived  she  would  have  felt  it  right 
and  natural  for  Rob  to  be  absorbed  in  his 
young  wife—  but  now  she  felt,  self-pityingly, 
ashamed  of  her  self-pity  yet  unable  to  resist 
it,  that  Hob  might  have  remembered  that  his 
mother  was  in  the  house  too. 

Abruptly  she  got  up,  hurrying  to  put  the 
sleepy  babies  to  bed.  They  were  dear  chil- 
dren, she  reminded  herself,  and  there  were 
grandmothers  starving  for  such  intimacy 
With  their  grandchildren  as  she  had,  but  In- 
si'  t(  m  c  </M  thai  thoughl  did  not  dispel  the 
disagreeable  feeling  in  her.  She  told  hers"lf 
that  she  was  thankless  and  irrational,  bv' 
that  did  not  lif(  her  spinlv 


The  Coxes  came,  Selma  clasping] 
swathed  in  a  white  fur  coverlet.  HiJ 
mother  had  sent  it,  Selma  explaine 
his  grandmother  wasn't  at  hand  to  tJ 
of  him,  thought  Emily.  Selma  was 
girl  with  reddish  hair  and  big  gray  eyq 
brightness  flashed  on  and  off  like 
house  beacon.  They  flashed  beamin| 
fulness  at  Emily  now. 

"It's  so  good  of  you,  Mrs.  DillinJ 
she  exclaimed.  "You  don't  know  howf 
it  is  to  have  to  depend  on  those  babyj 
I  tell  Jean  she  just  doesn't  know  hof 
she  is." 

"Oh  yes,  Jean  does,"  said  Jean 
inflection  which  Emily's  sensitive  earl 
be  a  reminder  that  the  silver  lining  wjj 
the  half  of  it.  Then  she  went  into  what 
called  her  daughter-in-law  act.  "  We  c 
get  on  without  Mother  Dillingham : 
knows  it,  don't  you,  Mother  D.?  .  . 
him  into  the  bedroom — Rob's  all 
Hi!  The  bed's  not  ready." 

She  flung  a  vexed  glance  at  her  mo] 
law  and  Emily  said,  with  some  tartif 
couldn't  fix  it  when  you  two  were  dp 
"Right  you  are ! "  Jean  was  smoot! 
"It  won't  take  a  second." 

They  spread  the  bed,  propping  hffl 
against  the  side,  while  Selma  peeled  ftlj 
baby's  wraps  and  tucked  him  in.  P  I 
he  began  to  cry. 
Selma,  hanging  over  him,  murmure  tQA 

he  never  does  this  " 

"Out!"  said  Rob,  gesturing  therril 
door.   "Out,  eveijr 
MMM       Got  your  things,  in?' 

"My  bag!  My  9 
Quickly   she  coxl 
them,  her  taffeta  n|iq| 
Her  husband  tur  dol 
all  the  lights  but  thug 
light  and  opened  1 1 
dow  a  little.  In  t  hi 
they  stood  listenin  Tr 
crying  diminished,  stopped,  began  agaip 
uncertainly,  then  stopped  again. 

"He's  running  down,"  said  yourjjj 
cheerfully.  "He'll  be  okay." 

"  I  hope  so,"  sighed  Selma.  "Well, 
his  bottles,  Mrs.  Dillingham.  He'll  p 
need  only  one,  but  I  brought  two,  it 
case.  If  he  wakes  you  can  give  it  to  jH 
early  as  nine-thirty,  but  if  he  i 

wake  " 

"Same  schedule  as  Deborah,"  cut  i: 
"Mother  Dillingham  knows  it  all. 
leaving  him  with  an  expert." 

"I  know.  It's  wonderful  to  have  s< 
like  you,  Mrs.  Dillingham."  Selma'se\ 
exaggerating  her  emotion,  Emily  tl 
but  her  gratefulness  was  sincere.  She 
on,  "I  always  feel  jittery  about  tho; 
agers,  but  you  can't  find  anyone  e 
matter  what  you're  willing  to  pa 
Everetts  in  the  same  building  with 

offering  bonuses,  but  even  that  

"  Ready?"  said  Jean  briskly.  "The. 
hold  that  table  forever."  Her  glance  at 
said,  Dope!  Don't  pour  it  on  like  that. ' 
manded,  "Like  my  coat?"  smoothi 
short  fur  wrap  in  place  over  her  darl  H 
taffeta,  spinning  about  for  their  ap  ^ 
She  was  an  engaging  figure,  Emily  I 
and  did  not  wonder  at  the  fondness  infl 
eyes.  He  was  pulling  on  his  overcoat 
unhurried  way  that  always  reminded 
Tom.  Eight  years  now.  And  still  it  was? 


of  persecution 
of  endeavors  to 
to  make  water 
twist  a  rope  of 
—EMERSON. 


1 


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i 


to  realize  that  never  would  he  look 
with  that  amused  twinkle,  saying, 
new?  That  what  they're  wearing  now 

Rob  came  and  kissed  her.  "Good 
mother.  We  won't  be  late." 

"That's  what  you  think,"  said  Jean  t 
pressing  a  smooth  cheek  to  Kmily's,  gn: 
her  lipstick.  "So  long.  Mother  D." 

The  Coxes  said  good-by's,  with 
thanks,  then  the  four  of  them  were 
Emily  took  the  part  ing  smile  off  her  fa 
went  <■••'     "  io  the  kitchen  for 


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more.  In  a  little  time. 

Money  of  her  own.  The  mere  thought  gave 
her  a  heady  feeling.  Not  to  have  to  ask  Rob. 
He  always  told  her  to  let  him  know  when  she 
was  short,  told  her  to  get  herself  anything 
she  needed,  but  she  was  scrupulously  careful 
in  the  little  she  spent,  anxious  not  to  have 
Jean  feel  defrauded.  If  only  she  had  some- 
thing of  her  own. 

What  was  she  thinking  of?  Rob.  and  Jean, 
too,  would  be  affronted  if  she  tried  to  earn 
money  that  way.  Rob  would  be  hurt  and 
Jean  would  resent  the  loss  of  her  own  liberty. 
If  only  she  could  say  to  them,  frankly  and 
reasonably,  that  she  would  take  care  of  the 
children  every  week  enough  hours  to  pay  for 
her  room  and  board  and  use  only  her  extra 
time  for  baby  sitting — but  talking  things 
over  frankly  and  reasonably  was  just  what 
you  couldn't  do  in  families. 

She  couldn't  say  to  them,  "I'll  do  more 
than  pay  for  my  keep.  I  know  it's  a  nuisance 
to  have  a  third  person  always  around,"  for  it 
couldn't  be  admitted  that  she  was  a  nuisance 
and,  anyway,  how  do  you  estimate  compen- 
sation for  a  nuisance? 

Perhaps  it  would  hurt  Rob's  reputation  to 
have  his  mother  a  baby  sitter.  "Doctor 
Dillingham?  He  can't  be  doing  so  well,  for 

his  mother  has  to  go  out  "  No,  it  wasn't 

such  a  good  idea.  It  was  just  a  tantalizing 
flash  of  a  way  to  earn  

But  she  could  not  give  up  the  idea.  She 
turned  it  over  and  over  in  her  mind.  She  had 
never  been  clever  about  earning  money,  she 
thought.  She  had  shrunk  from  going  out  into 
the  world,  sheltered  herself  by  the  thought 
that  it  was  her  duty  to  keep  a  home  for  her 
boys.  Now  she  had  learned  what  it  was  to  be 
without  resources.  If  she  could  make  some- 
thing of  her  own,  even  a  little  An  unac- 
customed daring  began  to  stir  in  her. 

The  next  morning,  at  breakfast,  she  said, 
"Selma's  talk  of  baby  sitters  gave  me  an 
idea."  She  felt  Jean's  quick  look  at  her  and 
made  her  voice  very  casual.  "It  might  be  just 
the  thing  for  Polly  Oliver." 

"Polly  Oliver?  Who's  she?  "  asked  Jean. 

"Sounds  like  a  book,"  said  Rob.  In  a  mo- 
ment he  brought  out,  "Polly  Oliver's  Prob- 
lem." 

His  mother  smiled  at  him.  "Fancy  your 
remembering.  That  was  one  of  mother's 
books — she  passed  it  on  to  me." 

Rob  never  forgot  a  name,  she  thought,  the 
smile  vanishing.  She  would  have  to  be  very 
careful  about  this. 

"Now  she's  a  widow  and  back  here  with  no 
money.  I  just  heard  from  her.  She  wants  to 
do  something  and  there  isn't  anything  she's 
trained  to  do  except  home  things.  I'll  suggest 
baby  sitting." 

"Where  is  she?  "  Jean  wanted  to  know. 

"Boarding  somewhere,"  said  Emily 
vaguely.  "It's  in  her  letter.  .  .  .  Don't  you 
think  it's  a  good  idea?" 

Rob  said  absently,  "Very  sound,"  his  eyes 
on  his  paper. 

Jean  popped  more  bread  into  the  toaster. 
She  looked  a  little  tired ;  they  had  been  out 
till  after  one.  Five  dollars  for  the  sitter, 
Emily  estimated  silently. 

She  went  on,  "I'll  have  to  look  her  up  and 
tell  her.  She  hasn't  a  phone  where  she  boards, 
at  least  none  of  her  own.  You  aren't  going  out 
this  afternoon,  are  you,  Jean?" 

"This  afternoon?  No,  I  don't  suppose 
I  But  tomorrow  is  my  bridge  club." 

"I  know.  I'll  be  here.  But  if  today  is  con- 
venient for  me  to  be  out?  " 

"Now,  Mother  Dillingham,  you  know 
you're  not  tied  down!" 

Oh,  wasn't  she?  Emily  thought,  the  wry 
smile  tightening  the  corners  of  her  usually 
soft  mouth.  Just  bringing  up  another  family, 
that's  what  she  was  doing.  Then  her  sense  of 
fairness  reminded  her  that  she  was  giving  up 
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It's  a  WOW — this  new  tomato  juice  cock- 
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the  daily  routine.  In  the  beginning  she  had 
stayed  away  from  friends  she  really  wanted 
to  see.  in  her  eagerness  to  win  jean  and  make 
herself  indispensable.  Now  she  had  lost  touch 
and  interest.  It  was  no  fun  even  to  go  down- 
town, if  you  hadn't  anything  to  spend,  any- 
thing you  felt  free  to  spend. 

Jean  said,  "If  you  would  like  to  ask  her 
over  sometime — not  tonight,  but  some- 
time  " 

"That's  very  sweet  of  you,  Jean." 

It  wasn't  sweet  at  all,  she  thought.  It  was 
reminding  her  that  she  wasn't  free  to  ask 
friends  herself.  That  this  wasn't  her  house.  It 
was  Jean's  little  gesture  of  supremacy. 

That  afternoon  she  was  gone  for  some 
hours.  She  came  back  to  find  that  Bobby  was 
cross,  that  Jean  had  not  kept  the  children  out 
long. 

"It's  my  feet,"  Jean  said  plaintively. 
"They  hurt."  Well  they  might,  thought  Em- 
ily, after  dancing  half  the  night.  Jean  ap- 
pealed, "Won't  you  take  them  out  again? 
That  boy  needs  as  much  exercise  as  a  great 
Dane ! " 

There  were  nursemaids  to  be  had,  Emily 
reflected,  and  if  she  weren't  there  Jean  would 
have  one.  Not  the  fur  coat,  perhaps.  First 
things  first.  But  Jean  would  never  spend  for  a 
nursemaid  with  her  at  hand.  Well,  the  adver- 
tisement would  be  in  the  Sunday  paper  and  it 
would  run  for  three  days.  Then  she  would 
know  whether  there  was  any  money  to  be 
made  this  way.  She  waited  for  Sunday  with 
more  excitement  than  she  had  felt  for  a  long 
time. 

The  first  telephone  call  came  when,  un- 
luckily, she  was  giving  Deborah  her  bath.  She 
called  to  Jean,  "If  it's  for  Mrs.  Oliver  I'll 
take  it."  It  was  for  Mrs.  Oliver.  Emily  said 
self-consciously,  under  Jean's  mystified  look, 
"This  is  Mrs.  Dillingham.  I'll  give  Mrs. 
Oliver  your  message.  .  .  .  Yes.  Yes,  she 
does.  ...  I  can  give  her  references.  She's  an 
old  school  friend  of  mine,  just  returned  to  the 
city.  I  am  Mrs.  Thomas  Dillingham,  mother 
of  Dr.  Robert  Dillingham,  in  the  Pittsfield 
Building,  and  I've  known  Mrs.  Oliver  all  my 
life.  She's  utterly  reliable — a  lady.  .  .  .  Oh, 
about  fifty.  .  .  .  Yes,  she's  had  experience. 
And  recently.  .  .  .  Eighty  cents  an  hour  and 
carfare. ...  I  know,  but  she  feels  she's  worth 

that  Tuesday  night?  No,  she  isn't  booked 

for  that  yet.  I'm  making  her  engagements  for 
her.  Will  you  give  me  your  address  and  the 
exact  time  she  should  come?  . . .  Yes,  you  can 
depend  on  her  to  be  there." 

She  made  careful  notes.  Jean  had  gone  off 
to  Deborah  and  was  patting  her  dry,  Deb- 
orah shouting  her  anger  at  being  taken  from 
the  lovely  water.  No  talk  was  possible  until 
the  baby  was  tucked  in  her  buggy,  a  bottle  in 
her  mouth,  and  wheeled  out  onto  the  small 
sun  porch.  Then  the  phone  rang  again  for 
Mrs.  Oliver. 

Emily  made  another  engagement,  this 
time  for  Saturday  evening.  She  did  not  say 
the  time  aloud,  aware  that  the  coincidence  of 
her  own  absence  might  be  revealing.  She 
said,  "What  time?"  And,  "Yes,  that's  all 
right  for  her." 

When  she  returned  to  Jean  she  made  her 
explanation  as  casual  as  she  could. 

"  I  hope  you  don't  mind,  but  I  told  Mrs. 
Oliver  I'd  take  her  calls  for  her.  She  didn't 
feel  she  could  trouble  her  landlady.  It's  that 
baby  sitting  I  advised  her  to  do.  She  put  in 
an  advertisement  " 

"And  gave  our  number?"  Jean  asked 
rather  resentfully. 

"  I  told  her  she  could  do  it.  I'd  be  rung  up 
anyway  as  a  reference,  you  know." 

"She  could  have  had  them  write  in." 

"That  isn't  so  quick.  She's  anxious  to  get 
started.  She  really  needs  to  earn  some- 
thing. ...  I  didn't  think  you'd  mind  my  an- 
swering the  phone  for  her." 

"  It's  a  nuisance,  but  if  you  really  want  the 
bother  of  it  " 

It  rang  again.  This  time  it  wa9  for  that 
/fry  evening  and  Emily  said  guardedly, 
"She's  engaged  for  that  date,"  because  Jean 
was  having  a  couple  in  for  supper  and  counted 
on  her  help  with  the  children.  Then  came  a 
call  for  a  date  two  weeks  off. 

"Good  grief!"  said  Jean  when  that  had 
ended.  "  Is  it  going  to  ring  all  day?" 


"Baby  sitters  seem  in  demand,"  said  Em- 
ily very  lightly. 

"Oh,  you  know  they  are.  It's  a  horrible 
chore  and  of  course  they're  scarce.  I  could 
give  Selma  her  name,  if  you  want  me  to,  for 
those  Everetts  she  spoke  of,  but  their  young 
are  imps,  I  can  tell  you  that.  That's  why  they 
have  to  offer  bonuses." 

"She  wouldn't  want  to  go  there,"  said 
Emily  hastily.  Then  she  said,  trying  to  think 
it  out  carefully,  "I'll  take  all  her  messages 
and  give  her  the  list.  Tuesday  is  the  first,  so 
far.  .  .  .  Tuesday.  That's  the  night  I've  been 
asked  to  the  Geographic — the  Rathbones,  at 
the  university,"  she  said,  secure  in  the  knowl- 
edge that  Jean  knew  no  one  at  the  university. 
"I  meant  to  tell  you  before  so  you  wouldn't 
plan  to  go  out." 

"No,  we  aren't  going  out.  You  going  to 
dinner?" 

"Yes.  Yes,  I'm  having  dinner  first." 

She  caught  the  look  on  Jean's  face.  It  was 
utterly  understandable— Jean  and  Rob 
didn't  have,  many  meals  alone— yet  it  hurt. 


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unfurl, 

And  green  the  winter  gold  of 

waiting  grass, 
Blow  sweetly  for  the  watchful  little 

girl 

Who  has  not  seen  so  many  seasons 
pass. 

What  does  spring  spell  at  six? 

Orchards  to  climb; 
Pear  blossom  scented  with  the  sun's 

fresh  heat; 
Mittens  to  put  away  for  wintertime; 
Bright  early  mornings;  strawberries 

to  eat. 

And  more  than  these,  the  new  coat, 

hat  and  gloves 
That  last  year  were  a  bother  to  put 

on 

Are  suddenly  entrancing;  and  she 
loves 

In  an  old  glass  her  young  reflection. 
Last  year  she  touched  the  flowers 

and  left  them  there: 
This  year  she'll  pick  a  daffodil  to 

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She  felt  furtive,  that  Tuesday  evening, 
slipping  into  a  drugstore  for  a  sandwich,  then 
going  up  in  a  big  apartment  building  not  far 
from  her  own  home,  reporting  herself  as 
"Mrs.  Oliver."  But  everything  went  off 
smoothly.  The  young  Strausses  seemed  a 
pleasant  couple. 

Mrs.  Strauss  told  her,  "We  knew  you'd  be 
all  right.  My  husband  checked  on  Doctor 

Dillingham  Now,  I've  written  everything 

down  here.  He's  in  his  crib,  but  he  isn't 
asleep,  and  if  he  starts  to  cry  I  want  you  to 
pick  him  up.  They  used  to  let  them  cry,  but 
they  say  now  that  gives  them  a  frustration," 
she  said  impressively. 

"I'll  pick  him  up.  I  never  believed  in 
letting  them  cry." 

"But  don't  walk  him.  Max  started  that.  I 
want  to  break  him — honestly,  you  don't 
know  what  to  do!"  said  little  Mrs.  Strauss 
worriedly.  "  What  with  not  spoiling  them  and 
not  giving  them  a  frustration ! " 

"Oh,  heck,  spoil  them!  What's  the  differ- 
ence? You  only  got  them  once,"  said  Max, 
twinkling  at  Mrs.  Dillingham. 

"That's  all  right  for  you,  but  you  aren't 

here  Oh,  there'8  a  lunch  for  you  on  the 

dining-room  table,  if  you  get  hungry.  We 
may  be  late." 

"Why,  that's  very  nice." 

"  I  had  to  do  it  became  the  kids  raided  the 
icebox.  You'd  never  believe  what  some  of 
those  kids  " 


"Don't  start  on  that,"  said  her  hiUj 
"We  got  to  get  going." 

She  was  gone  in  a  flutter  of  silk  a  J 
fume  and  Emily  looked  after  her  wit  I 
indulgence  than  she  usually  felt  ta  lon 
It  was  hard  to  be  young  and  pretty  a  I 
loving  and  tied  down.  Then  the  word  ate' 
had  its  impact.  How  late  did  she  me; 
ought  to  have  asked  about  that.  Tl 
graphic  Society  was  never  late  an) 
would  expect  her  home  before  midnig 
hadn't  thought  about  this. 

She  thought  about  it  worriedly  wl 
was  trying  to  soothe  the  Mule  Strain 
who  had  promptly  begun  to  cry.  Thi 
no  rocking  chair  in  the  ultramodern 
she  jiggled  and  patted,  then  finally 
the  taboo  about  walking  him,  and  in 
he  dropped  off.  As  instantly  he  w: 
roared  again  when  she  put  him  down, 
second  try  was  more  successful.  Th 
she  kept  on  walking  till  he  was  sound 

Then  she  telephoned.  Rob  ans' 
she  said  hurriedly,  "I  thought  I'd  be 
you  know— they  are  talking  of  having 
afterward.  It  seems  the  lecturer  d< 
beforehand  and  likes  to  eat  aftei 
we've  all  been  invited.  So  I  may  be  q 
I  didn't  want  you  to  worry." 

Rob  said  he  wouldn't  worry,  said 
fun,  and  she  hung  up  quickly.  Now 
have  to  say  she  met  the  lecturer, 
getting  very  involved.  She  hadn't  res 
would  require  all  this  deceit.  She  m 
asked  who  was  there,  where  they  wen 
they  had  to  eat.  She'd  have  to  be  reai 
a  story. 

All  right,  she'd  be  ready,  she  thoug 
dily .  The  lecture  was  on  India — the  pa 
told  her  that  much— and  she  could  im 
about  India.  There  would  be  picti 
Ganges.  There  would  be  talk  of  Paki 
She  used  to  keep  up  with  things 
lived  near  the  university.  She  used 
the  lectures  and  Mandel  Hall, 
chiefly,  she  owned,  she  had  enjoyed 
the  boys. 

Baby  sitting  in  a  strange  home 
easy  as  looking  after  her  own  grandi 
for  she  couldn't  go  to  bed,  but 
brought  a  fairly  interesting  book  and 
joyed  the  lunch  left  for  her  in  the 
room.  She  looked  interestedly  about 
ing  room,  and  was  startled  to  see  a  pi< 
a  young  man  who  looked  familiar.  Thj 
ollection  made  her  heart  jump.  Tl 
Fred  Walzer,  a  student  who  had 
Tommy's  room.  He  must  be  a  relative 

Suppose  he  walked  in  ?  Not  this  nigl 
some  other  time  when  she  was  here? . . 
she'd  say  that  Mrs.  Oliver  was  ill  and  s 
taking  her  place  to  keep  the  engage 
She  was  astonished  to  find  so  much 
tiveness  in  herself. 

It  was  after  two  when  the  young  j 
came  home.  They  paid  her  seven  doll? 
took  a  taxi,  surprised  to  find  so  man 
cars  on  Michigan  at  that  hour.  She  I 
pected  Rob  or  Jean  to  be  awake,  t 
apartment  was  quiet  and  dark,  except 
hall  light,  and  she  slipped  into  bed  sile 

"Quite  a  night,  Mother  Dillingham 
said  next  morning. 

Rob  asked  how  she'd  got  home  at 
said  that  some  of  the  guests  had  broug 
She  said  vaguely,  "A  younger  coupi 
lived  near  here." 

"Were  the  pictures  good?" 

"Oh,  yes.  I  think  some  of  them  were 
before  the  war,  though.  I  mean,  they 
have  been,  just  as  well.  The  Towersof' 
and  the  burning  ghats,  you  know." 

"How  is  old  Rathbone?" 

"Very  well."  Was  he?  She'd  have  to 
on  that.  She  said  quickly,  "  It's  nice  to 
friends.  I  ought  to  go  sec  a  lot  of  old  fri 

"Do  you  good  to  stir  around  more 

It  would,  at  that,  she  thought.  To 
Rathbones  would  ease  this  feeling  of  di 
;ilso,  it  would  ease  the  fear  of  being 
out.  Ii  was  thinkable  thai  Rob  migim 
into  Professor  Rathbone  downtown  • 
denly  she  felt  a  panicky  alarm.  She'd 
the  South  Side  that  very  day. 

She  did.  She  managed  to  see  several  I 
old  friends  and  finished  with  tea  at  the  ™ 

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bones.  She  found  it  very  pleasant  to  be  with 
Susan  Rathbone,  to  hear  herself  called 
"Emmy"  again.  Susan  gave  her  a  brisk  ac- 
count of  family  and  university  happenings, 
and  in  return  Emily  presented  a  bright  pic- 
ture of  her  own  life. 

"  It's  nice  it  has  worked  out  so  well,"  said 
Susan.  "With  a  daughter-in-law  " 

"Oh,  Jean's  like  my  own  daughter.  And  it's 
lovely  to  be  so  close  to  the  children." 

"Yes.  Yes,  you  always  were  wrapped  up  in 
your  boys."  Susan  Rathbone  gave  her  a  clear, 
considering  look.  "What  are  you  going  to  do 
when  they  go  to  school?"  She  said  bluntly, 
"Your  job  will  be  gone." 

"My  job?"  Emily  felt  herself  flushing. 
"Why,  I  haven't  any  job.  It's  my  home." 

"Of  course,"  Susan  said  quickly,  too 
quickly.  "Of  course  it  is.  You  certainly  did 
everything  for  Rob." 

That  sounded.  Emily  thought  critically,  as 
if  she  had  mortgaged  Rob's  freedom.  Was  it 
like  that?  Did  Susan  secretly  criticize  her  for 
depending  on  him?  She  thought.  Why  can' 1 1 
be  frank?  Why  cant  I  say  any  of  this  to  her? 
But  she  was  too  proud.  She  began  to  ask 
about  other  friends,  about  the  Renaissance 
Society,  which  she  had  enjoyed,  and  the  set- 
tlement for  which  she  had  worked. 

"We  missed  you,"  Susan  told  her. 

"I've  missed  you  too." 

It  wasn't  easy  to  tell  Jean  that  she  was  go- 
ing to  a  concert  at  Mandel  Hall  that  Satur- 
day night.  There  was  a  fixed  stare  in  Jean's 
blue  eyes  that  made  her  uncomfortable. 

"This  belongs  to  the  Surprise,  Surprise! 
department,"  said  Jean  cooliy.  "You  never 
see  these  people,  and  then,  all  of  a 
sudden  " 

"I  know,"  said  Emily.  "I  know.  But  I've 
been  getting  in  a  rut.  I'm  trying  to  stir 
about." 

"It's  just  too  bad  it  happens  to  be  Satur- 
day," said  Jean  with  that  remote  coolness. 
"It's  the  one  night  Rob  can  go  out  without 
thinking  that  he  has  to  be  at  the  office  or  the 
hospital  next  morning." 


"I  know.  But  you've  been  out  a  lot  o\, 
Saturdays." 

"Naturally.  It's  Rob's  good  night.  Hut  1 
you  don't  think  you  can  get  out  of  this  conil 
cert  thing  "  She  waited. 

Emily  found  herself  suddenly  stiff  with  rel] 
sentment.  For  a  moment  the  concert  at  Man! 
del  Hall  had  complete  reality  to  her.  She  sail 
stubbornly,  "I've  already  accepted." 

"Okay.  So  we  stay  home." 

Jean  was  detached,  remotely  impersonal. j 
the  rest  of  the  day.  That  night  she  would  pasil 
on  to  Rob  her  sense  of  grievance.  He  woulii 
try  to  smooth  it  over,  would  say  the  concerl 
had  priority,  but  he  would  feel,  perhaps  suhl 
consciously,  that  his  mother  hadn't  been  verl 
obliging.  And  he  would  wonder  uneasily  ■ 
there  was  to  be  friction  between  the  twl 
women  he  lived  with. 

"Women  never  make  a  team,"  Tom  useJ 
to  say.  "They  only  pull  tandem."  She  hadn] 
thought  of  that  in  years,  but  now  it  flashe 
illumination  on  her  relation  to  Jean.  It ' 
only  by  being  subservient,  by  fitting  obli| 
ingly  into  the  family  life,  that  she  had  ke 
the  surface  serene.  But  that  subservience  wa1 
doing  something  to  her.  And  to  Jean. 

Jean  depended  on  her  too  much,  took  to 
much  for  granted.  But  that  was  only  natural 
she  argued — Jean  was  young  and  pleasuroj 
loving  and  it  was  human  nature  to  escape  t 
drudgery  of  routine.  The  trouble  was,  she  d  J 
cided,  that  she  had  gone  about  this  busine] 
of  free  time  in  the  wrong  way.  She  ought  tl 
have  a  clear  understanding  about  the  numb  I 
of  nights  she  would  take  off.  Then  they  woui] 
both  know  where  they  were. 

Should  she  give  them  every  Saturdal 
night?  No;  Mrs.  Oliver  would  be  in  demanl 
for  Saturday  nights.  Every  other  Saturdal 
then.  It  would  be  fair,  she  thought,  to  havl 
Jean  count  on  her  for  two  evenings  a  weelf 
two  days  a  week,  and  every  other  Saturdal 
and  Sunday.  That  would  give  Mrs.  Oliva 
four  evenings  and  four  days  a  week  and  ever| 
other  Saturday  and  Sunday ;  she  might  not! 
able  to  fill  them  all,  but  from  the  way  tb 
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She  had  known  it  would  be  difficult  to  ar- 
range this  with  Jean,  but  she  had  not  known 
how  difficult  it  would  be.  She  broached  it 
later  in  the  afternoon,  when  Jean  was  in  her 
room,  and  Jean  stared  at  her,  a  frosty  glaze 
on  her  blue  eyes. 

"Free  time?  But  all  your  time  is  free, 
Mother  Dillingham,  if  you  wish  it  that  way," 
she  said  with  cool  remoteness. 

"Oh,  no!  I  only  meant  I'd  like  to  know  in 
advance  when  you  plan  to  go  out — I  mean, 
we  both  ought  to  plan  ahead  and  each  take 
definite  nights." 

"I'm  sorry  if  I've  imposed  " 

"You  haven't  imposed.  It  isn't  that  at  all," 
said  Emily,  flurried  and  untruthful.  "It's 
only  that  I  want  to  go  out  more  than  I've 
been  doing  and  I  want  to  be  quite  sure  what 
nights  are  convenient." 

She  must  sound  very  silly,  she  thought, 
and  unjustifiably  fussy.  All  Jean  could  make 
of  it  was  that  she  was  being  difficult. 

"Whatever  you  like,"  said  Jean,  looking 
utterly  affronted.  She  got  up  and  said  sharply 
to  her  small  son,  who  was  settling  his  panda 
to  sleep  in  his  grandmother's  lap,  "Come  on 
with  me,  Bobby.  Don't  bother  your  Grand- 
mother Dillingham.  She  wants  a  vacation 
from  you.  We'll  leave  her  in  peace  now." 

The  little  boy  clutched  Emily's  knees. 
"Stay  Deedy!"  he  said. 

"Don't  say  'Deedy!'  No,  you  can't  stay 
now.  You  come  when  mother  tells  you  to." 

"Why,  Jean,  I  " 

"Come,  Bobby,"  said  Jean,  gripping  the 
little  boy's  wrist.  He  burst  into  startled  cry- 
ing as  he  was  taken  away.  Emily  heard  Jean's 
threat,  "I'll  punish  you  if'you  don't  mind 


■k  A  woman  can  he  anything  the 
man  who  loves  her  would  have 
her  be.  —JAMES  M.  BARRIE. 


me,"  and  started  to  hurry  after,  then  went 
back  to  her  chair  and  put  her  head  in  her 
hands. 

This  was  dreadful.  This  was  a  real  breach 
between  them.  Perhaps  she  ought  to  give  it 
up.  To  devote  herself  again  to  her  own.  Jean 
did  have  her  hands  full.  No  nursemaid.  Only 
a  part-time  maid.  Jean  needed  her  help. 

But  something  stubborn  and  tenacious  in 
her  resisted  the  impulse  to  surrender.  Jean 
had  wanted  a  husband,  she  reminded  herself, 
and  the  home  was  her  responsibility.  Jean 
had  wanted  the  children  and  ought  to  be  pre- 
pared to  take  care  of  them.  Emily  had  taken 
care  of  her  own  two.  Jean  didn't  know  the 
meaning  of  sacrifice. 

If  she  didn't  hold  out  for  this  part-time 
freedom  now,  she  was  sunk.  Sunk  in  . .  .  yes, 
it  was  servitude— as  long  as  her  services  were 
needed.  Then  what?  She  heard  Susan  Rath- 
bone's  clear,  considering  voice.  "What  are 
you  going  to  do  when  they  go  to  school  ? "  She 
would  be  older  then,  less  able  to  do  anything 
for  herself. 

Dinner  was  an  ordeal.  Not  that  Jean  was 
disagreeable— she  was  bright  and  gay  with 
that  brittle  pleasantness  which  any  woman 
knows  for  the  mask  of  anger.  She  talked  at 
Emily  through  Rob. 

She  said  lightly  to  him,  "  Doctor,  we've  got 
to  watch  our  step  about  engagements. 
Mother  Dillingham  has  served  notice  that 
she  wants  us  to  be  definite.  So  don't  go  mak- 
ing dates  before  you've  checked  up." 

Rob  heard  only  the  playful  overtones.  "I 
don't  make  the  dates,"  he  said.  "Only  for 
medical  things." 

"Hi!  Who  phoned  me  to  come  running 
downtown  for  dinner  when  the  Gilletts  came 
through?  You're  not  to  do  that  again ! " 

"Why,  what's  the  matter  with  that?" 

"I  wouldn't  know,  darling,  but  your 
mother  has  served  notice  that  it  can't  go  on ! " 
Jean  answered. 

To  her  surprise  Emily  heard  herself  echoing 
Jean's  brightness.  "  I  certainly  have.  Oh,  I'm 
not  going  out  every  night— only  half  and 
half— but  I  do  mean  to  go  out  more,  if  I'm  in- 
vited. Seeing  old  friends  has  waked  me  up." 
(Continued  on  Page  253) 


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by,  that's  fine,"  said  her  son;  then, 
ig  his  wife's  mocking  eyes,  he  stopped 
ainly.  He  said,  less  surely,  "Of  course — 
rse  you  ought  to  get  out  more." 
f  course,"  said  Jean  amiably.  "And 
sort  of  day  did  you  have?  " 

:hing  more  was  said  openly  of  the  new 
jement.  Jean  made  a  point  of  consulting 
ith  extreme  politeness,  before  she  made 
gagement,  and  Emily  Dillingham  re- 
1  carefully  on  her  own  plans.  There  were 
ly  requests  for  Mrs.  Oliver  that  she  was 

it  to  invent  pretexts.  Mrs.  Strauss  had 
r  with  two  small  girls;  the  sister  had  a 

with  a  baby;  the  Millers,  where  she 
yn  that  much-discussed  Saturday,  had 
s  in  the  building  eager  for  nights  off; 
;ople  who  had  saved  the  advertisement 
elephoning  in.  The  city  seemed  filled 
oung  parents  who  wanted  to  go  out. 
ily  mentioned  affairs  at  the  Quadrangle 
at  Mandel,  at  the  Renaissance  Society, 
^rnational  House.  She  grew  aware  that 
vas  regarding  her  with  something  like 
cism,  and  once  she  heard  Jean's  voice, 
rded  in  her  bedroom,  saying  to  Rob, 

know,  I  don't  believe  she  goes  to  all 
places.  She's  got  some  idea  of  trying  to 
mportant — a  compulsion  or  something, 
l  act."  Rob  said  something  back  and 
's  heart  burned. 

<ing  her  over.  .  .  .  But  of  course 
alked  her  over.  She  had  talked  over 
mother  with  Tom. 

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cept  her  growing 
hidden  in  a  long 
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s.  But  there  was 
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mey,  except  to  treat 
E  to  a  few  things, 
rusively.  She  could 
jy  presents  for  the 
en  or  clothes  for 
|f,  since  she  was 
;ed  to  have  nothing  ■■■■■■■ 
'hat  her  son  gave 
E  irked  her  not  to  be  able  to  use  the 
',  yet  there  was  a  profound  comfort  in 
isession. 

teday,  she  thought,  when  she  had  got 
money  together,  she  would  do  some- 
nice  with  it  for  Rob  and  Jean  and  the 
;n.  She  would  explain  it  as  a  gift  from 
l  Marion — no,  she  would  say  that  some 
dm  had  once  lent  to  had  repaid,  at  long 
dm  had  been  generous  in  the  old  days, 
their  investments  crashed.  It  was  won- 
she  felt,  to  have  that  little  roll  of  bills 
in  her  drawer,  with  more  coming 
y  in. 

baby  sitting  wasn't  the  chore  that  she 
ired.  She  didn't  like  coming  home  alone 
ht,  but  plenty  of  other  women  were 
I  home  alone,  and  she  grew  accustomed 
he  was  adept  with  babies  and  interested 

families  she  met  and  sympathetic  to 
weds;  if  she  were  still  living  near  the 
sity,  she  thought,  in  touch  with  stu- 
she'd  organize  a  service  club  with  sit- 

call,  for  often  she  had  several  calls  for 
ne  night. 

:alls  were  what  troubled  her.  When 
is  home  she  always  hurried  to  the 
and  often  she  managed  her  replies  so  it 
seem  she  herself  was  accepting  an  in- 
n,  not  arranging  for  Mrs.  Oliver;  but 
she  was  out  and  the  phone  rang  for 
Wiver,  then  Jean  had  to  take  the  num- 
|-  her  to  call  back  and  Jean,  naturally, 
a  nuisance. 

l't  that  friend  of  yours  ever  going  to 
elephone  of  her  own?"  she  said  more 
)nce,  and  Emily  always  apologized, 
ig  out  how  hard  it  was  to  find  a  place, 
lean  said  acidly,  "I  think  she'd  better 
>ver  here  and  do  some  baby  sitting  for 
vhen  you  are  out,  to  pay  for  the  way 
l  launched  her." 

;ral  times  Emily  considered  bringing 
p  large  box  of  candy  and  saying  that 
Oliver  had  given  it  to  her,  but  she  de- 
igainst  it.  The  less  that  Mrs.  Oliver  was 
>ned,  the  better. 


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T  lightning,  that  breaks 
through  a  gloom  of  clouds, 
and  glitters  for  a  moment; 
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of  daylight  in  the  mind,  and 
fills  it  with  a  steady  and  per- 
petual serenity. 

—JOSEPH  ADDISON: 
The  Spectator. 


It  was  eleven  o'clock  when  she  put  her  key 
into  the  lock  and  came  into  the  hall.  The  Al- 
lingers  went  regularly  to  the  symphony  on 
Thursday  nights,  now  that  they  could  de- 
pend on  Mrs.  Oliver.  Emily  was  carrying  the 
concert  program  in  her  hand,  since  she  had 
said  she  was  going  to  Orchestra  Hall.  On  the 
bus  she  had  studied  the  program  carefully, 
ready  to  give  a  report  of  it ;  this  was  one  of 
those  easy-to-account-for  evenings  that  gave 
her  no  qualms. 

The  telephone  was  ringing.  Jean  was  in  the 
hall,  lifting  the  receiver.  "Who?  .  . .  No,  she 
isn't  here,"  she  said,  and  hung  up.  She  came 
back  down  the  hall,  saw  Emily  and  burst  out, 
"This  is  the  third  time  this  evening!  Would 
you  mind  telling  that  friend  of  yours  that  we 
can  answer  no  more  calls  for  her?  "  She  turned 
into  the  living  room,  where  Rob  was  sitting 
at  a  card  table,  and  picked  up  her  hand.  "I 
haven't  an  idea  what's  been  played,"  she  said. 
Emily,  in  the  doorway,  said,  "I'm 

sorry  " 

"Three  times!"  said  Jean  indignantly. 
"Once  when  I  was  changing  Deborah,  and  I 
had  to  let  her  lie  there  and  cry  while  I  ex- 
plained that  Mrs.  Oliver  couldn't  be  reached. 
And  then  just  when  we  were  playing  and  Rob 
thought  it  might  be  the  hospital,  so  he  went. 
And  now!  At  eleven  o'clock.  How  did  they 
know  we'd  be  up?  I'm  sick  and  tired  of  being 
a  convenience  for  that  woman!" 

"I  know."  Emily  spoke  appeasingly,  but 
an  inner  trembling  had  set  up  in  her.  "I 
know  it's  a  bother.  .  .  . 
HHHH     But   she's   such   an  old 

friend  " 

"She's  no  friend  of 
mine.  I  never  laid  eyes  on 
her." 

"But  she's  my  friend. 
And — and  isn't  this  my 
home?" 

"It  isn't  hers."  Jean 
put  down  her  cards  and 
looked  up,  frankly  furi- 
ous now.  "And  it's  high 
^^^^^^^M     time  she  realized  it. 

Does  she  think  we're  go- 
ing to  take  her  calls  forever?  Getting  us 

up  in  the  morning  " 

"That  was  only  once." 
"  It  could  happen  again.  It's  something  ev- 
ery day.  And  with  you  out  so  much  " 

"Only  half  the  time." 
"Well,  I've  got  all  I  can  do  without  being  a 
telephone  girl  for  your  Mrs.  Oliver.  She  can 
just  find  another  telephone.  And  you  can  tell 
her  so." 

"Jean's  right,  mother,"  said  Rob,  mildly 
but  firmly.  "We've  done  this  long  enough. 
After  all — who  is  this  Mrs.  Oliver?  " 

Emily  looked  at  him  uncertainly,  her 
breath  quickening.  Then  she  said,  astonished 
to  hear  herself  saying  it,  "  I  am  Mrs.  Oliver." 

"  You?  "  He  stared  at  her,  disbelief  slow  to 
give  way  to  credence. 

After  a  moment  of  silence  Jean  cried  out, 
"You?  You  mean  you  " 

Emily  came  farther  into  the  room  and  took 
hold  of  the  back  of  a  chair,  facing  them. 
"This  isn't  the  way  I'd  meant  to  tell  you," 
she  said.  Indeed  it  wasn't,  she  thought  in  be- 
wilderment. She  hadn't  been  conscious  of 
ever  intending  to  tell  them  at  all.  She  waited 
till  she  could  speak  in  a  quieter  voice.  "I 
simply  thought  it  a  good  way  to  earn  some 
money.  And  I  didn't  want  to  embarrass  you— 
have  people  criticize  Rob  for  it — so  I  took 
another  name." 

"To  earn  money?  But,  mother" — Rob's 
voice  was  stiff  with  hurt — "you  didn't  need 
to  earn  money.  You  know  that." 

"Don't  misunderstand  me,  Rob.  Please 

don't  misunderstand  It  hasn't  been  right, 

my  having  to  live  on  you— it  hasn't  been 
right  at  all.  But  I  thought  .  .  .  because  I'd 

spent  what  I  had  on  you  But  I  shouldn't 

have  done  it.  I  should  have  let  you  go  to 
work.  In  college.  Not  put  you  under  any  ob- 
ligation. I  didn't  realize  "  She  wasn't 

saying  it  well,  she  thought.  She  hadn't  known 
that  she  was  going  to  say  it  at  all,  hadn't 
known  how  clear  it  had  become  in  her  own 
mind.  She  said,  "It  was  like  letting  you  as- 
sume a  debt  that  someone  else  would  have  to 
help  you  pay." 


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"I  don't  know  what  you  mean." 

"It  wasn't  fair  to  Jean.  It  wasn't  fair  to 
any  of  us." 

"You  know  you're  welcome.  This  is  your 
home.  Jean  has  always  made  you  welcome." 

"  But  you  shouldn't  either  of  you  have  had 
to  put  up  with  me.  That's  what  I'm  trying  to 
say.  Not  unless  there  was  real  need.  It  " 

"But  I  don't  just  put  up  with  you,"  said 
Jean.  "Don't  think  I  don't  appreciate  how 
much  you've  done." 

"I've  tried  to  do  too  much,"  said  Emily. 
"That  wasn't  fair  to  you  either.  Your  family 
belongs  to  you." 

They  looked  bewilderedly  at  her;  they 
looked  at  each  other. 

"But  don't  think  I'm  not  going  to  do 
whatever  I  can,"  said  Emily  earnestly.  "I'll 
come  back  every  week   " 

"Come  back?"  her  son  echoed.  "You're 
going — going  somewhere?" 

"  If  I  can  get  a  room  on  the  South  Side.  I 
think  I  can.  The  McLains  rent  rooms  to  stu- 
dents. I  can  get  a  telephone  " 

"Now,  Mother  D.,  you'd  hate  that!" 

Jean  said  quickly.  "I  never  heard  such  

Look,  what  have  I  done?  Have  I  kept  you  in 

too  much?  I  know  I've  been  a  pig  " 

"No — no — you  haven't."  Emily  was  on 
the  point  of  crying  now.  Jean's  outburst 
touched  her  immeasurably.  "It's  just 
that  .  .  .  well,  I'm  not  old  yet — not  old 
enough  to  camp  down  on  you.  You're  en- 
titled to  this  time  together.  And  I  ought  to 
have  more  life  of  my  own.  I  didn't  think 
there  was  anything  I  could  do,  but  it  seems 
I  can.  This  baby  sitting — you've  no  notion 
how  good  it  feels  to  realize  I  can  do  some- 
thing. I'm  going  to  build  up  a  business — 
have  lists  of  students.  I'll  have  fun  working 
it  out." 

"But,  mother,  it  won't  work— it  isn't 
feasible." 

"Wait  and  see.  Mrs.  Oliver  has  done 
nicely." 

She  sounded  more  confident  than  she 
felt.  She  was  shaken  at  the  very  thought 
of  leaving  this  home.  But  she  went  on  stead- 
ily, "I  want  to  try  this.  I  want  to  try  being 
independent.  Then  when  we  meet,  we'll 
meet  on  equal  terms.  Oh,  I  won't  be  leaving 
with  any  feeling,  and  I'll  be  coming  over 
often — as  often  as  you  want.  You  can  count 
on  that.  I'll  love  to  come.  But  you  ought  to 
have  your  home  to  yourselves  now.  I  feel 
that  very  strongly." 

There  was  a  long  silence.  Rob  was  looking 
down  now,  putting  two  cards  together  in  pre- 
cise balance,  tilting  a  third  on  them.  Tom 
always  did  something  with  his  hands  when 
he  was  perturbed. 

Then  Jean  threw  out,  "But  we're  used  to 
having  you.  Mother  D.  We'd  miss  you." 
She  said  it  with  real  affection,  but  there  was 
a  queer,  tentative  undertone,  as  if  she  were 
secretly  testing  in  her  own  mind  what  life 
would  be  without  a  mother-in-law  in  her 
home. 

Emily  smiled  a  little,  the  smile  you  give  in 
false  denial  of  a  pang.  She  said,  in  utter 
gentleness,  "We'll  all  be  closer  to  each  other 
if  we  live  apart,  my  dears." 

"But  the  children  "  said  Jean. 

Rob  urged,  "You  couldn't  part  with  those 
kids,  mother." 

"I'm  not  parting  with  them.  Not  parting 
with  any  of  you.  Only  living  in  another 
place." 

"Well,  you  aren't  going  tonight,"  said 
Jean  with  one  of  her  swift  changes  to  prac- 
ticality. "Sit  down  and  take  that  coat  off 
and  tell  us  about  this  Mrs.  Oliver  stunt. 
You've  pulled  the  darnedest  thing." 

She  was  laughing  a  little  now,  already  ac- 
cepting, looking  ahead.  Thinking  philo- 
sophically, thought  Emily,  that  there  would 
be  no  new  fur  coats,  not  BO  many  dresses, 
that  she'd  have  to  get  a  nurse  in,  afternoons, 
but  that  it  would  be  good  to  have  Rob  to 
herself,  never  to  have  to  consider  words. 
Emily  smiled  at  her  without  criticism. 

"There's  one  thing  I  am  going  to  ask," 
she  said  amiably.  "I've  never  liked  being 
'Grandmother  Dillingham.'  It's  too  |x>ndrr- 
ous.  I'd  rather  the  children  called  me  I  )ecdy." 

"Why  not?"  said  Jean.  "If  that's  what 
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KITCHEX  COMPACT 

(Continued  from  Page  66) 


I,  besides  the  usual  equipment, 
jtntry  living — given  a  choice  of  an 

kitchen  door  or  a  freezer  in  the 
—I  would  vote  for  the  freezer  every 
nd  this  is  what  Dave  and  Virginia 
|  when  they  changed  the  basic  plan 
citchen.  In  their  house,  it  works  fine, 
xitside  kitchen  wall  is  filled  with 
>  that  swing  outward  for  air.  Green 

shades  may  be  drawn  at  night,  but 
lia  works,  she  can  see  her  spring  bulbs 

•pposite  wall  of  the  kitchen  is  given 
m  ample  breakfast  and  snack  counter 
iiss-fronted  cupboards  above.  This 
or  easy  serving  and  quick  putting- 
bs,  for  the  cupboards  open  to  both 
hen  area  and  the  dining  area.  And 

0  the  enchantment,  when  you  sit  at 
iter  to  eat,  you  look  right  out  the 
;  at  the  beautiful  view  up  the  slope. 

1  kind  of  double  dividend  that  good 
;  makes  possible. 

quipment  in  this  sunny,  open  kitchen 
ged  to  use  every  inch  of  space  and 
:r  seem  crowded.  The  six-burner  gas 
.  at  one  end.  It  uses  bottled  gas, 
lakes  possible  the  conveniences  of- 
modern  gas  ranges,  even  out  in  the 
The  sink,  dishwasher,  washing  ma- 
id the  freezer  occupy  the  long  wall 
le  windows,  and  the  refrigerator  un- 
sily  onto  the  eating  counter,  which 
rs  extra  space  for  food  preparation, 
two  open  walls,  the  storage  problem 
eem  difficult,  but  there  is  storage 


space  under  the  sink  counter  with  lazy- 
Susan  revolving  shelves  in  the  corner,  and 
shallow  storage  under  the  eating  counter. 
Shelves  over  the  refrigerator  and  stove,  a 
cleaning  closet  tucked  in  between  the  re- 
frigerator and  doorway,  and  a  cleverly 
planned  cabinet  recessed  into  the  other  end 
wall  to  provide  the  necessary  width  for 
china  add  extra  storage.  Hooks  under  the 
range  shelf  keep  utensils  at  finger-tip  reach, 
and  the  glass-doored  cabinets  above  the 
counter  hold  the  most-used  china  and  glass. 

The  color  in  this  kitchen  is  dramatic  and 
adds  to  the  sense  of  spaciousness.  The  ceiling, 
window  trim  and  the  beautiful  cypress  panels 
of  the  entrance  are  natural,  softly  waxed 
and  mellow  in  tone.  The  barn-red  paint  of 
the  outside  of  the  house  is  repeated  in  the 
cabinets  under  the  counter  top.  The  walls 
are  avocado  green  and  the  floor  and  sink 
counter  are  sunny  yellow. 

The  breakfast  counter  is  one  large  slab  of 
mahogany  with  a  durable  waterproof  finish, 
and  the  long-legged  stools  that  stand  on  the 
other  side  are  upholstered  in  soft  green 
plastic.  They  are  the  most  comfortable  high 
chairs  I  ever  sat  in,  since  they  have  good  firm 
backs  and  rungs  to  tuck  one's  heels  over. 

At  suppertime,  Virginia  turns  on  the  fluo- 
rescent lights  and  the  room  glows  with 
shadowless  illumination.  There  are  lights  be- 
hind the  valance  over  the  windows  and  under 
the  cabinet  above  the  breakfast  counter. 

Everything  about  this  kitchen  is  efficient, 
and  yet  gay  and  casual;  highly  modern  and 
yet  individual !  the  end 


fie  ^0  /OUj 


FREEZER  TIPS 


Freeze  first — wrap  later  .  .  .  Cut 
king-powder  biscuits,  arrange  on  bak- 
!  sheets,  freeze  till  firm,  then  store  in 
ezer  boxes  with  wax  paper  between 
;  layers.  After  thawing  an  hour  and 
king  as  usual,  the  only  problem  is  re- 
ring  the  butter  ....  Open  sandwiches 
i  be  frozen  on  a  shallow  pan  or  wax- 
per-covered  cardboard.  Pack  with  wax 
per  between  layers,  and  wrap  the  whole 
irks  in  freezer  wrappings.  Separate  each 
id  to  keep  flavors  from  swapping. 
Freeze  half-baked  rolls  ,  .  .  The  new 
If-baked  rolls  now  appearing  on  the 
irket  are  naturals  for  freezing.  Thawed 
d  browned,  they  taste  fresh-made. 
Bake  to  freeze — don't  fry  meats 
.  Baked  or  roasted  meat  or  poultry 
ains  its  succulence  [in  a  freezer.  But 
2d  meat  becomes  a  shriveled  off- 
vored  remnant  of  its  former  self. 
Prevent  air  pockets  .  .  .  Pack  main 
hes  like  stew,  snugly.  It's  air  that  does 
:  damage.  Don't  overcook.  Reheating 
itinues  the  cooking. 


Know-how's  for  desserts  .  .  .  Flavor 
these  with  real  vanilla.  Artificial  flavor- 
ings undergo  strange  changes  in  a 
freezer.  .  .  .  Frostings,  made  with  con- 
fectioners' sugar,  are  as  to  the  freezer 
born.  But  wait  to  put  on  other  kinds  till 
after  cakes  are  out  of  the  freezer.  .  .  . 
Freeze  cream  puffs,  baked  or  unbaked, 
on  a  baking  sheet,  Then  wrap  separately 
for  storing.  The  unbaked  kind,  still 
frozen,  go  into  a  400°  oven  for  an  hour. 
Cooled  and  filled  with  ice  cream  or  cus- 
tard, they  are  delectable. 

Temporary  vs.  long-term  wrap- 
ping .  . .  For  two  weeks  or  less,  store  pre- 
pared food  covered  as  for  refrigerator 
storage.  For  longer  freezer  storage  use 
special  containers  and  freezer  wrappings. 

Better  not  frozen  .  .  .  Potato  dishes 
(except  French  fries  and  stuffed  baked 
potatoes),  hard-cooked  eggs  and  foods 
with  mayonnaise  or  fresh  tomatoes  are 
predestined  freezer  failures.  Even  so,  you 
can  have  a  whole  meal  before  you  with  the 
opening  of  your  freezer  door.      — V.H. 


le  appetizing  tricks  that  Virginia  pulls  with  her  freezer  foods  are  her  for- 
ula  for  enjoying  guests.  A  good  meal  in  the  freezer  is  an  are  in  ihe  hole. 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


April 


When  you  buy  Sterling . . . 


Shop  where  you're  sure 
buy  wh at  you  rc  su  re  o 


r 


w„ 


HEN  yon  choose  your  Sterling,  select  riot  only 
a  pattern  made  by  a  famous,  reliable  silversmith, 


hut  one  carried  hy  a  well-established,  well-known 
-lore  ahle  to  supply  you  with  additional  pieces 
year  after  year  after  year. 

The  craft  traditions  of  TOWLE  Sterling  go  back 
to  1690  —  almost  to  the  very  beginnings  of  this 
greal  country.  AM)  THE  stohes  thai  CARRY  TOWLE 

\KI.  <  Uil.ll  I.LY  SELECTED  KOH  'II I  El  K  INTEGRITY  AND 
SOI  N I),  DEEI'-KOOTED  POSITION  IN  EACH  COMMUNITY. 

When  you  buy  ToWLE  Sterling,  you  buy  with 
confidence,  sure  of  gelling  full  value.  Place  sd- 
ting-    lart  at  824. .">()— pieces  at  $2.%,  including 


tax.  See  all  the  Tovvle  patterns  in  the  Towi.E  coHl 
lection  —  a  complete  range  of  lovely,  authentic  de  li 
signs  — and  choose  the  one  that  is  perfect  for  you  I 


TOWLE  SILVERSMITHS,  NKWHURYFOHT,  M  ASSACII USEW 


OWLE 


S  T  E  RUN  G 


?Mr/r4Cf  •/(>/</< fur//////  ///(f/.y///^</^/yMl  I 


Here  out  of  the  wind  and  glare  in  f  ummer,  my  wife 
grows  her  gloxinias  and  tuberous  begonias,  and  gives 
her  house  plants  their  annual  outing.  The  sunlight 
that  sifts  through  the  grapevines  from  the  trellis  above 
is  just  enough  to  encourage  the  blooming,  bring 
out  the  bold  and  velvety  beauty  of  the  flowers,  and 
make  gardening  in  pots  her  seasonal  pleasure. — R.  P. 


258" 


April,  1 


But  your  telephone  never  sleeps  — not  for  a 
moment,  not  for  a  minute! 

Around  the  clock  and  around  the  calendar, 
your  telephone  is  always  on  the  job,  no  matter 
what  the  hour  or  the  need. 

Quick,  dependable,  it  stands  ever-ready  to 
whisk  you  around  the  corner,  across  the 
country,  or  overseas.  Think  of  all  the  time 
and  steps  it  saves  — think  of  all  it  means  to 
life  and  living! 

Yet  the  cost  is  small,  wherever  you  call. 


BELL     TELEPHONE  SYSTEM 


OI  K  SCHOOLS  AUK  WHAT  WE  MAKE  THEM 


(Continued  from  Page  11) 


\ 


"Examine  the  shrinkage  during  the  high- 
school  years;  a  school  that  enters  one  hundred 
pupils  a  year  in  the  ninth  grade  and  gradu- 
ates but  twenty  would  appear  to  be  falling 
far  short  of  its  ambitions  to  provide  educa- 
tion for  all  American  youth. 

"Is  the  vocational  training  sufficiently 
broad  in  scope,  does  it  give  a  basis  for  subse- 
quent choice  of  occupations?  Are  the  specific 
trainings  realistically  related  to  the  employ- 
ment situation  in  the  locality  in  question?  In 
short,  are  students  being  led  up  blind  alleys 
of  narrow  vocational  education  unrelated  to 
the  prospects  of  finding  jobs? 

"Finally,  I  suggest  one  should  examine 
what  the  schools  are  doing  to  provide  a  gen- 
eral education  for  responsible  living  and  ef- 
fective citizenship. 

"Educators  quite  rightly  stress  the  im- 
portance of  education  for  democratic  living. 
One  test  of  success  or  failure  is  the  spirit  of 
the  youth  of  the  neighborhood.  In  our  de- 
mocracy, a  school  must  be  appraised  in  no 
small  part  by  its  success  or  failure  in  develop- 
ing that  respect  for  individual  dignity  and 
that  tolerance  of  diversity  essential  for  the 
preservation  of  this  society  of  free  people. 

"  I  have  said  little  or  nothing  about  the  ob- 
vious criteria.  The  school  buildings  must  be 
adequate,  the  space  sufficient,  the  lighting 
good,  sanitation  modern,  likewise  the  health 
department  of  high  caliber;  physical  well- 
being  is  a  responsibility  of  the  school.  Is  the 
teacher's  pay  sufficient,  the  incentive  for  good 
work  such  as  to  stimulate  the  best  the  teacher 
has?  How  about  the  educational  background 
of  the  teaching  staff?  Is  the  counseling  and 
guidance  service  staffed  by  well-trained  indi- 
viduals capable  of  using  modern  tools? 

"The  appraisal  of  the  schools  by  our  citi- 
zens is  of  paramount  importance  in  this  mid- 
twentieth  century.  For  if  I  am  right  that  our 
American  system  of  public  education  is  the 
symbol  of  the  special  contribution  which  this 
republic  has  made  to  the  concept  of  democ- 
racy, the  future  of  the  undertaking  has  sig- 
nificance which  far  transcends  the  immediate 
issues. 

"No  one  who  looks  dispassionately  at  our 
history  can  deny  that  the  people  of  the 
United  States  in  the  last  century  and  a  half 
have  made  a  lasting  and  highly  significant 
contribution  to  the  development  of  civiliza- 
tion. To  a  considerable  degree  it  is  in  our 
hands  today  to  decide  how  much  greater 
shall  be  our  contribution:  a  demonstration 
that  a  certain  type  of  society  long  dreamed  of 
by  idealists  can  be  closely  approached  in  re- 
ality— a  free  society  in  which  the  hopes  and 
aspirations  of  a  large  fraction  of  the  members 
find  enduring  satisfaction  through  outlets 
once  reserved  for  only  a  small  minority  of 
mankind.  To  assist  education  in  this  under- 
taking all  thoughtful  citizens  must  rally  to 
the  support  of  public  education." 

The  National  Citizens  Commission  for  the 
Public  Schools,  before  which,  in  New  York 
City,  President  Conant  spoke,  began  in  1946 
with  this  basic  principle: 

The  goal  of  our  public  schools  should  be  to 
make  the  best  in  education  available  to  every 
American  chila  on  completely  equal  terms. 

The  commission's  purpose  is  to  stimulate 
communities'  interest  in  their  own  schools, 
and  to  serve  as  a  clearinghouse  to  help  people 
develop  local  standards  and  goals.  Eventually 
it  will  intensively  study  problems  such  as 
teacher  shortages  and  teacher  pay.  The  fol- 
lowing persons  form  the  commission: 


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Louisville  Courier- Journal  and  Times 
Stuart  Bradley 
Member  of  Executive  Board, 
Louisiana  Education  Foundation 
James  F.  Brownlee 
Chairman  of  Business- Education  Committ 
Committee  for  Economic  Development 
John  Cowles 
President,  The  Minneapolis  Star  and  Tribu 

Edward  R.  Eastman 
President  and  Editor,  American  Agricultur 
Samuel  C.  Gale 
Vice-President,  General  Mills,  Inc. 
George  Gallup 
Director,  American  Institute  of  Public  Opi 
Mrs.  Bruce  Gould 
Editor,  Ladies'  Home  Journal 
Lester  B.  Granger 
Executive  Director,  National  Urban  Lear 
Ralph  A.  Hayward 
President, 

Kalamazoo  Vegetable  Parchment  Compan 

Robert  Heller 
President,  Robert  Heller  &  Associates,  In: 

Fred  K.  Hoehler 
Director  of  Public  Welfare,  State  of  Illino 
Palmer  Hoyt 
Editor  and  Publisher,  The  Denver  Post 
Roy  E.  Larsen 
President,  Time,  Inc. 
Mrs.  Samuel  A.  Lewisohn 
Chairman,  Board  of  Trustees, 
Public  Education  Association 
Walter  Lippmann 
Political  Columnist 
Robert  Littell 
Senior  Editor,  The  Reader's  Digest 
Stanley  Marcus 
Executive  Vice-President, 
Neiman-Marcus  Company 
James  G.  K.  McClure 
President,  Farmer's  Federation,  Inc. 

Neil  McElroy 
President,  Procter  &  Gamble  Co. 

George  Houk  Mead 
Honorary  Chairman  of  Board, 
The  Mead  Corporation 
Mrs.  Eugene  Meyer 
The  Washington  Post 

Leo  Perlis 
National  Director,  * 
National  CIO  Community  Services  Commi 
Victor  G.  Reuther 
Director,  Education  Dept.,  U.A.W.-G 
O.  H.  Roberts,  Jr. 
Roberts  and  Roberts,  Attorneys 
Raymond  Rubicam 
Committee  for  Economic  Development 
Beardsley  Ruml 

Economist 
Harry  Scherman 
President,  Book-of-the-Month  Club 
Louis  B.  Seltzer 
Editor,  The  Cleveland  Press 
Richard  Joyce  Smith 
Partner,  Whitman,  Ransom,  Coulson  and  G 

Frank  Stanton 
President,  Columbia  Broadcasting  Systemf 
Charles  Allen  Thomas 
Executive  Vice-President, 
Monsanto  Chemical  Company 
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U.  S.  District  Judge  for  Massachusetts 
U.  S.  Court 
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Life  on  Easy  Street 

Each  month  the  Journal  cover  fea- 
tures an  L  ndiscovered  American 
Beauty — a  girl  who  has  never  previ- 
ously modeled  for  money,  dominations 
are  submitted  by  photographers 
throughout  the  country. 

.\ancy  Da  vies  was  actually  on  duty 
at  her  switchboard  the  dav  that  Ross, 
Madden  photographed  her  for  this 
month's  cover.  She  is  a  long-distance 
operator  in  Hanford,  California, 
where  she  lives  with  her  family  in  a 
house  on  Easy  Street.  Life  on  Easy 
Street  is  pretty  much  the  same  as  life 
anywhere  else.  Nancy  assures  us. 

Nancy  was  born  and  raised  in 
\^  hittier,  California.  \^  e  don't  quite 
know  how  to  account  for  it.  but  she 
was  in  the  same  high-school  class  as 
our  April  Undiscovered  American 
Beauty,  Shirley  Ingram.  It  was 
Nancy  s  grandmother,  incidentally, 
who  first  called  our  attention  to 
Nancy  by  sending  in  a  snapshot — 
without  telling  her  granddaughter. 
It  created  quite  a  sensation  when 
photographer  Madden  arrived  at  the 
Hanford  telephone-company  office  to 
take  color  pictures. 

In  her  spare  time  Nancy  plavs 
canasta  and  knits  argyles — four  pairs 
for  her  brother,  three  for  herself  and 
four  for  a  boy  named  Bill — "I 
couldn't  resist  his  red  hair."  Four 
pairs  of  socks  sounds  pretty  serious 
to  us,  and  we  hoDefully  await  fur- 
ther developments. 

PHOTOS  BY  DI  PIETKO 


She  can  cook  too 

Grandmother — 
Nancv's  "talent  scout" 


ENTS 


MAY,  1950 


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The  Child  Who  Never  Grew  Pearl  S.  Buck  34 

Kiel  ion 

The  Short  Bippety  Love  of  Christy  Sommers  .    .    Mel  Heimer  36 

Wintertime  (Third  part  of  five)  Jan  laltin  38 

Doorbell  Awakes  Vol  Teal  40 

The  Rhododendron  Roots  Jane  McDill  Anderson  58 

On  a  May  Morning  Emily  Jay  60 

Second  Guess  Louis  A.  Brennan  62 

S|itM*iitl  F<*aiur<'i« 

Destruction  and  Mind  Dorothy  Thompson  11 

For  All  the  World's  Children  G.  M.  White  11 

Tell  Me  Doctor— No.  4  Henry  B.  Safford,  M.D.  31 

The  Little  Princesses  (Fifth  part  of  eight) .    .  Marion  Crauford  42 

^  hy  Does  England  Have  a  King?   46 

There's  a  Man  in  the  House  Harlan  Miller  47 

Profile  of  Youth:  More  Brains  Than  Monev   64 

Graduation  1950   66 

Baby's  First  Year  Photos  by  Wayne  Miller  70 

Helping  the  Handicapped  Elizabeth  Burt  Byall  141 

How  America  Lives:  Was  it  Cancer?  .  Dorothy  Cameron  Disney  173 
<•<*■■  <*r  ill  I  <-.iiiir<-> 

Our  Readers  Write  Us   5 

Under -Cover  Stuff  Bernardine  Kielty  14 

Co-operative  Play  Schools  .  .  .  Hamilton -School  Mothers  ...  23 

Communities  Find  the  Answer  Margaret  Hi chey  23 

Reference  Library   24 

Making  Marriage  Work  Clifford  R.  Adams  26 

Fun  for  Two  (The  Sub-Deb)    ....  Edited  by  Maureen  Daly  28 

Fifty  Years  Ago  in  the  Journal  •  Journal  About  Town  ....  33 

Diary  of  Domesticity  Gladys  Taber  94 

Personality  Differences  and  Order  of  Birth 

Dr.  Herman  JY.  Bundesen  125 

This  is  a  No-New-Food  Munro  Leaf  134 

Ask  Any  Woman  Marcelene  Cox  205 

Bringing  Up  Parents  Dr.  Barbara  Biber  236 

I  iiOiitm*  It  i*itu  i  » 

Two  Loves  .  .  .  Has  1950   Wilhela  Cushman  48 

Plan  for  a  Trousseau  Wilhela  Cushman  50 

By  Hand  Ruth  Mary  Packard  52 

Pleats  .  .  .  elasticized  knit  .  .  .  bandannas  .  .  .  trimmings  .  .  . 

Nora  O'Leary  54 

Beauty  on  the  Spot  Daicn  Crouell  \orman  56 

American  Beautv's  Luckv  13  Wardrobe  .  .  .  S103.45 

Cynthia  McAdoo  144 

FiMMl  ami  ll.-im  niaK  in- 

Arrival  in  June  Ann  Batchelder  68 

Line  a  Day  Ann  Batchelder  72 

Kitchen  for  Louella  Gladys  Tatter  104 

Quick  and  Easys  for  Two  Louella  G.  Shouer  182 

Conversation  Piece  Ruth  Mills  Teague  190 

Dinner  Partners  Louella  G.  Shouer  200 

Ari*hil«M-lur<*.  Inferior  l»<-«  <.rai  ion  ami  4*iir«l«*n 

Tea  Garden  Richard  Pratt  92 

Applique  Crochet  Henrietta  Murdock  119 

They  Built  it  Themselves  for  $3400   Richard  Pratt  180 

House  by  the  Sea  Richard  Pratt  220 

Local  Color  in  California  H.  T.  ft  illiams  231 

Elizabeth-Ellen  Long  12  •  Hannah  Kahn  35  •  Mary  Cooper  85 
Richard  F.  Armknecht  99»  Mart  ha  Savage  123  •Elizabeth  V.  Powell  1 5  I 
Esther  Wood  163  •  Dan  G.  Hoffman  199  •  Elisabeth  McFarland  212 
Ernestine  Cobern  Beyer  226  •  Vincent  McHugfa  238 

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That  Sprint  Means  to  Her 

Pullman,  Washington. 
Dear  Editors:  The  enclosed  submission 
by  my  daughter,  Susan  Jane  Hicks,  age 
exactly  as  she  wrote  it  without  help, 
teach  a  college  writing  course.  Susan 
ied  "an  assignment  the  college  kids 
id" — to  write  on  spring  in  the  midst  of 
inter.  Cordially, 

MAYNARD  HICKS. 

Spring  is  so  vibrant  and  gay.  Spring  is  a 
me  when  flowers  lift  their  faces  up  into 
be  sunshine  and  when  vegetable  gardens 
re  grown.  The  seed  is  scattered  into  the 
And  and  then  it  falls  on  the  rich  soil  to 
>ear  good  things.  You  can  hear  the  birds 
warbling  sweet  and  clear.  There  is  the 
ram  of  roller  skates  and  the  whir  of 
)icycle  wheels.  Swimming  is  what  you  de- 
ire  but  maybe  a  picnic  among  the  butter- 
tups  would  be  better.  How  about  baseball 
n  the  park  or  tennis?  Spring  is  full  of  love 
or  in  spring  you  may  find  a  new  beau  and 
hen  there  is  always  love  for  the  Christ 
:hild  on  Easter  day.  Then  the  end  of  a 
spring  day  comes  and  the  sun  sets  in  many 
iifferent  colors.  The  hi'ls  turn  into  gold, 
jrown,  green  and  rose  and  best  of  all  the 
»reen  fields  of  waving  grass.  The  blood 
itirs  in  your  veins  and  you  feel  like  run- 
ning to  the  ends  of  the  earth  with  the  wind 
whipping  your  face  and  hair.  But  when 
you  wake  up  again  another  day  brings 
glorious  expectations.  For  spring  is  the 
time  when  everyone  lives.  Even  the  dead 
can  smell  the  breath  of  spring. 

Life's  Saddest  Moment 


Cincinnati,  Ohio. 
Dear  Editors:  I  enclose  a  picture  of  my 
young  son,  who  was  recently  plagued  with 
the  mumps.    •  Sincerely, 

S.  W.  FLANNERY. 

Marry  and  be  Surprised 

Narvon,  Pennsylvania. 

Dear  Editors:  When  a  clergyman  per- 
forms a  marriage  ceremony,  he  is  often 
troubled  by  the  thought,  will  this  mar- 
riage last  ?  He  knows  that  the  solemn  vows 
alone  will  not  make  two  persons  stick  to- 
gether through  thick  and  thin,  for  better 
or  for  worse,  until  death  do  them  part. 
It  is  in  the  long  grind  of  life,  including  mar- 
ried life,  monotony  gets  in  its  deadly  work. 

Even  in  a  sermon,  the  element  of  sur- 
prise has  its  value  at  times,  why  not  in 
married  life?  That  is,  if  the  surprise  is  a 
good  one.  Both  husband  and  wife  need  to 
put  much  thought  into  how  to  make  their 
marriage  work.  It  is  good  for  everybody  to 
read  the  articles  by  Dr.  Clifford  R.  Adams 
on  Making  Marriage  Work,  not  only  to 
keep  their  marriage  from  going  on  the 
rocks,  but  to  make  marriage  work  better, 
to  make  family  life  sweeter  and  better  for 
all  concerned.  Sincerelv, 

ROBERT  L.  ROBERTS. 


Job  Hunting  Made  Easy 

Chicago,  Illinois. 
Dear  Miss  Thompson :  I  was  very  im- 
pressed by  your  January  editorial,  Our 
Fear-Ridden  Middle  Class.  For  years, 
we  at  Aldens  have  had  a  severance  pay 
policy  and  have  tried  to  handle  releases 
in  the  most  humane  manner  possible.  Em- 
ployees were  given  severance  pay  plus  va- 
cation pay.  After  reading  your  article,  we 
decided  to  supplement  our  plan  as  follows: 
After  an  individual  has  been  notified 
several  ti  mes  that  he  isn't  making  the 
grade  and  he  still  fails  to  improve,  he  is 
called  in  and  told  that  we  must  part  com- 
pany. He  is  advised  that  he  must  report 
to  work  at  the  regular  starting  time,  but 
may  leave  as  soon  as  he  arrives  to  go  out  to 
look  for  another  job;  however,  he  must  re- 
turn a  few  minutes  before  closing  time  and 
then  leave  for  home  at  the  regular  time. 
By  so  doing,  he  maintains  his  regular 
working  hours  insofar  as  his  family  is  con- 
cerned. I  thought  that  you  would  be  in- 
terested in  knowing  about  this  plan  since 
the  basic  idea  came  from  your  article. 
JACK  C.  STAEHLE 
Director  of  Industrial  Relations 
Aldens,  Inc. 

Newly  weds  Read 

Des  Moines,  Iowa. 
Dear  Editors:  Recently  I  was  married 
and  while  on  my  honeymoon  I  bought  a 
copy  of  the  Journal.  While  glancing 
through  it,  I  came  across  the  article,  Tell 
Me  Doctor.  There  were  many  things  I 
didn't  know  about  myself  and  my  husband 
didn't  know  about  me,  so  we  both  read 
Dr.  Henry  Safford's  article.  We  found  it 
interesting  and  helpful.  I'm  sure  there  are 
thousands  of  couples  like  ourselves  who 
are  deeply  grateful  for  the  help  these  arti- 
cles give.  A  Reader. 

Her  Gems  are  Showing 

Michiganlown,  Indiana. 
Dear  Editors:  For  ages  I've  planned  to 
tell  you  how  much  I  enjoy  your  wonderful 
magazine,  and  the  help  I  get  from  those 
very  small  proverbs,  sayings  and  poems 
you  use.  I  am  postmistress  of  a  small, 
third-class  post  office,  in  an  average  but 
quite  wonderful  small  town,  and  the  peo- 
ple watch  for  new  gems  I  copy  and  put  on 
the  wall  in  the  lobby.  If  I  fail  to  add  new 
ones,  they  ask  if  my  Ladies'  Home  Jour- 
nal is  late!  Sincerely, 

WANDA  R.  BARNETT. 


Letter  firings  Avalanelie 

Suffolk,  England. 

Dear  Editors:  WHOA!  I'm  snowed  un- 
der! My  letter  to  you,  offering  to  show 
Americans  my  home,  which  you  published 
in  January  has  brought  me  1.512  letters 
and  they  still  pour  in  by  each  of  our  two 
daily  posts.  I'm  hoping  by  easy  stages  to 
acknowledge  them  all — that  is,  if  the  pace 
eases  up  a  little  I 

I  didn't  know  that  such  kindness  and 
friendship  existed  in  the  world  — in  such 
huge  dollops.  Only  roughly  25%  of  the 
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letters  is  the  tremendous  urge,  from 
women  all  over  the  United  States  (I  think 
practically  every  state,  Canada,  from 
France,  Belgium  and  from  Americans 
living  in  England)  for  closer  co-operation 
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I  see  you  put  a  note  at  the  foot  of  my 
letter  for  readers  to  bring  nylons,  soap, 
etc.  People  have  been  embarrassingly 
kind,  and  I  feel  perfectly  awful  about  ac- 
cepting the  stream  of  parcels.  The  Cus- 
toms and  Post  Office  will  think  I  have 
gone  into  the  smuggling  business  with  a 
vengeance,  and  I  don't  think  I  shall  ever 
be  able  to  afford  the  colossal  amount  of 
purchase  tax  they  demand  on  each  pair  of 
nylons!  Oh,  the  embarrassment  of  riches! 


Clopton  Hall  dates  back 
to  the  10th  centurv . 


What  every  single  letter  asks  for  is  a 
photograph  of  the  house.  I  just  haven't 
got  1512  (plus  the  next  posts!),  nor  the 
financial  means  to  provide  them,  as 
photography  is  a  ruinously  expensive 
hobby  in  England  today.  I  am  enclosing  a 
photograph  of  the  house,  also  one  of  me 
with  my  eldest  child,  Virginia  Charlotte. 

Sincerely  yours, 
OLGA  IRONSIDE-WOOD. 

Lite  is  How  Yon  Find  It 

Detroit.  Michigan. 

Dear  Editors:  I  read  how  Mrs.  Smith- 
son  Jones  manages  her  10  children  (and 
if  she  doesn't,  the  Journal  tells  her  how) 
and  then  I  start  on  my  four.  However,  I 
never  seem  to  get  the  same  results. 

The  Beauty  Editor  tells  just  how  to 
take  off  those  few  extra  pounds  (and  I 
shift  my  190  pounds  a  little  in  the  chair 
and  wish  I  had  gumption  enough  to  do  the 
same).  She  tells  the  lady  of  the  house  to 
"primp  for  poppa."  At  4  in  the  afternoon, 
as  I  dash  into  the  bathroom  for  adhesive 
or  to  deposit  one  of  the  babes  on  the  pot. 
I  stare  in  the  mirror  and  try  to  remember 
if  I  washed  my  face  that  day. 

Food?  Oh,  I'm  great  shakes  as  a  cook. 
My  9"  cake  turns  out  8}-£"  wide  and  J^" 
thick.  I  have  to  sneak  out  the  back  door 
when  the  church  ladies  are  having  a  bake 
sale  so  I  won't  say  "yes"  in  a  weak  mo- 
ment and  let  the  family  skeleton  out  of 
the  closet — mamma  can't  cook.  My  hus- 
band ate  in  restaurants  for  years  before 
we  were  married  or  my  culinary  efforts 
would  have  been  grounds  for  divorce  long 
before  this. 

Your  housekeeping  schedules  sound 
wonderful.  All  I  do  is  wash  clothes  and  get 
meals.  That  needs  no  scheduling.  Once  in 
awhile-  I  whisk  the  vacuum  over  the  thread- 
bare rug,  but  even  that  lias  to  be  done  with 
a  quick  twist  of  the  wrist  or  the  whole 
darn  rug  will  disappear  up  the  vacuum. 
We  have  curtains  and  drapes  that  look 
like  strings  alter  having  been  up  half  an 
hour,  walls  that  resemble  a  linger  paint- 
ing, dust  feathers  under  heds  that  would 
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the  right  words  to  get  them  to  flicker.  Oh 
in)',  hiicIi  is  life  at  run  lioiiHe. 

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nose.  I've  refereed  several  boxing  and 
wrestling  matches.  I've  rescued  Hopalong 
Cassidy  off  window  sills  where  he  has 
been  waiting  for  a  "hombre"  to  jump 
(we  lose  more  windows  that  way).  How- 
ever, when  our  phone  rings  and  someone 
says  they  will  be  dropping  in — brother, 
do  we  organize !  Of  course,  it  takes 
months  to  find  the  things  we  tuck  out  of 
sight. 

Someday  I'd  like  to  have  time  to  really 
appreciate  my  wonderful  family.  Time  to 
talk  to  my  boys  and  listen  to  all  the  little 
things  they  have  to  tell  instead  of  putting 
them  second  to  the  things  that  just  have 
to  be  done  to  keep  food  on  the  table  and 
shirts  on  their  backs.  Time  to  hear  my 
sons  say,  "Mom,  you're  the  most  won- 
derful person  in  the  world."  But  aren't 
those  the  things  that  mothers'  dreams  are 
made  of? 

Please,  please,  don't  shove  How  America 
Lives  so  far  back  in  the  book  because 
I'm  afraid  one  of  these  days  it  might  slide 
right  out  the  back  cover  and  then  I 
wouldn't  have  anything  to  dream  on. 

Very  truly  yours, 
PHYLLIS  LENAGHAN. 

Husband  Threatens 

Cleveland,  Ohio. 

Dear  Editors:  Has  the  Journal  ever 
been  the  accused  party  in  an  alienation-of- 
affection  suit?  My  husband  threatens!  He 
is  away  from  home  nearly  every  evening 
working  as  an  externe  to  earn  the  extra 
money  a  G.I.  medical  student  with  a  wife 
and  two  daughters  must  have.  Of  course, 
we  manage  a  telephone  chat  nearly  every 
evening.  In  twenty-nine  out  of  thirty  of 
these  I  tell  him  how  much  I  miss  him.  The 
thirtieth  comes  when  my  latest  Journal 
has  just  arrived,  and  what  a  "happy 
day!"  I  scarcely  miss  him  at  all!  He  is 
beginning  to  wonder  whether  a  daily 
Journal  would  take  his  place  completely. 

Sincerely, 
An  avid  Journal  fan. 

P.S.  I  thought  you  might  like  a  list  of 
my  favorite  features  .  .  .  sorry,  found  my- 
self putting  them  all  down! 

What  Men  Like  to  Think. 

Darlington,  South  Carolina. 

Dear  Editors:  After  much  thought  on 
the  subject  

The  man  of  the  house  never  notices 
what  the  woman  of  the  house  has  done,  but 
points  out  something  else  that  she  might 
have  done  also. 

The  man  likes  to  think  that  keeping  the 
house  is  easy  and  light.  To  sustain  this 
idea,  his  subconscious  mind  rejects  the 
work  you  have  done.  So  long  as  he  can  find 
things  you  haven't  done,  then  he  thinks 
you  haven't  done  anything.  I  do  think  he 
doesn't  even  know  this  himself. 

Yours  truly, 
MRS.  J.  D.  DAWKINS. 

Hold  Bird  Borrows  Butter 

The  Duke's  Collage, 
Rudgtvick,  England. 

My  dear  Bruce  and  Beatrice:  It  isn't 
only  human  beings  who  suffer  under  the 
fat  shortage,  I  have  discovered.  Milkmen 
over  here  have  to  fit  tin  tops  to  their 
bottles,  or  put  an  old  cup  upside  down  on 
them  when  they  leave  them  outside  the 
doors.  Hungry  birds  have  discovered  they 
can  hammer  their  way  through  the  paper 
tops  and  steal  the  cream.  In  better  days, 
nearly  every  house  hung  a  coconut  out 
for  the  birds  in  hard  weather.  But  now  we 
have  no  coconuts,  and  the  deprived  birds 
grow  bolder  and  bolder. 

Yesterday  I  went  into  the  kitchen  and 
found  a  large  robin  had  come  right  in, 
finished  up  the  butter  ration,  and  was 
sitting  on  the  lid  of  the  preserving  pan 
where  the  marmalade  was  simmering. 
It  did  not  even  bother  to  move  when  it 
saw  me. 

I  want  to  say  thank  you  once  again  for 
the  gnat  number  of  parcels  of  all  kinds 
sent  to  me  last  Christmas.  I  am  going 
down  to  the  village  clinic  tomorrow, 
for  the  fortnightly  meeting,  with  a 

lovely  parcel  of  baby  clothes.  I  always 
give  tin-  donor's  name  to  the  motherH, 
and  hope  they  will  write  themselves.  I 
have  a  horrid  feeling  lots  of  them  never 
find  time,  ho  I  muRt  say  thank  you  for 
all  of  them. 

With  love  to  you  all, 

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You  can  lose  him  in  a  minute! 


IT  has  happened  to  thousands  of  girls  .  .  . 
it  can  happen  to  you. 

One  little  moment's  carelessness  and  he 
will  be  through  with  you  that  quick  !  You 
will  probably  ask  yourself  over  and  over 
again,  "Why?  Why?  Why?" 

How  About  You? 

Never  let  halitosis  (unpleasant  breath)  nul- 
lify your  other  charms.  Never,  never  omit 
Listerine  Antiseptic  before  any  date  where 
you  want  to  be  at  your  best. 

Listerine  Antiseptic  is  the  extra-careful 


precaution  against  offending  because  it 
freshens  and  sweetens  the  breath  .  .  .  helps 
keep  it  that  way,  too  .  .  .  not  for  seconds 
.  .  .  not  for  minutes  .  .  .  but  for  hours 
usually.  Get  in  the  habit  of  using  Listerine 
Antiseptic  night  and  morning,  and,  we 
repeat,  always  before  any  date. 

While  some  cases  of  halitosis  are  of  systemic 
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cles clinging  to  mouth  surfaces.  Listerine  Anti- 
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sign  of  tasty,  moist  goodness  inside!  A  sign 


of  digestible  fried  foods  you  can  serve  to 
young  and  old  without  a  worry! 

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CRISCO'S  RICE  'N'  CHEESE  BALLS 

(  Yield:  4  Servings  ) 

Here's  a  thrifty  supper  dish  that's  luscious  and 
easy  to  fix.  Just  use  Crisco's  "Tender-Crisp" 
frying  guide  (given  below)  and  be  sure  of  fried 
foods  as  digestible  as  they  are  delicious! 

1  tablespoon  Crisco  Vi  cup  milk 

1  tablespoon  flour  2  cups  cooked  rice 

Vi  teaspoon  salt  1  egg  (beaten) 

8  ounces  cheese  (1  cup)  Vi  cup  dry  crumbs 

Crisco  for  frying 

All  Measurements  Level:  Melt  1  tablespoon 
Crisco.  Blend  with  flour  and  salt.  Stir  in  milk 
and  cook  until  mixture  thickens.  Add  cheese 
broken  into  pieces.  Cook  over  low  heat  until 
smooth.  Add  rice.  Chill  thoroughly.  Shape  into 
balls  and  dip  in  beaten  egg  and  roll  in  fine  dry 
crumbs.  Fry  in  Crisco,  following  Crisco's  frying 
guide  below,  until  nicely  browned  all  over.  Serve 
with  vegetable  or  tomato  sauce. 

Crisco's  "Tender-Crisp"  Pan  Frying  Guide: 

1.  Measure  Crisco  into  cold  skillet  and  heat  un- 
til completely  melted.  Then  add  food  and  fry 
over  medium  heat. 

2.  Correct  amount  of  Crisco  is  essential.  Fol- 
low this  chart  for  uneoated  foods': 

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3.  When  food  is  well  browned,  but  recipe  calls 
for  longer  cooking,  cover  skillet .  and  continue 

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For  All  the  World's  Children 

By  G.  31.  X%  MiFTE 

FEAR  never  rises  so  hollowly  in  a  woman's  heart 
as  when  her  child  is  suffering.  The  terror  comes 
in  questions:  Have  I  done  everything  possible  to 
help?  Has  my  child  had  the  best  medical  care?  The 
most  nourishing  food?  Throughout  our  land  the 
answer  is  most  often  yes.  Most  children  in  this 
country  can  be  well  fed  and  cared  for.  Our 
mothers  seldom  hear  the  whimpering  cry  of  hunger 
gone  too  long,  or  watch  a  sick  child,  unattended  by 
a  doctor,  writhe  and  scream  in  pain. 

But  every  day,  from  Italy  to  Yugoslavia  to  China, 
this  happens.  All  over  the  world  are  children — 
some  the  homeless  waifs  of  war,  some  with  parents 
who  share  their  anguish — suffering  from  the  lack 
of  food  and  medicine.  They  are  the  innocent  victims 
of  world  conflict.  You  have  heard  of  them.  They 
cannot  be  fed  once  and  forgotten.  A  child  gets 
hungry  every  day;  the  conditions  under  which  he 
lives  do  not  improve  as  rapidly  as  his  stomach 
empties.  "The  needs  are  the  same,"  a  missionary  in 
China  reports,  "no  matter  what  the  political  rule, 
for  there  isn't  enough  food  here  to  fill  empty 
stomachs."  Starving,  ailing  children  are  the  seedbed 
for  still  more  horrible  wars.  Providing  for  the  health 
and  well-being  of  all  the  world's  children  is  the 
surest  way  to  a  better  world. 

Knowing  this,  one  practical  United  Nations  agency 
works  doggedly  on  to  help  hungry,  ill  and  destitute 
children  on  both  sides  of  Europe's  Iron  Curtain  and 
in  other  parts  of  the  world.  This  is  UNICEF — the 
United  Nations  International  Children's  Emergency 
Fund.  A  strictly  nonpartisan  organization,  UNICEF 
has  allegiance  to  no  single  country,  but  to  the  chil- 
dren of  all.  Last  year,  with  the  help  of  people  of 
every  race,  creed,  nationality  and  political  belief,  it 
provid.ed  food  or  other  assistance  to  over  twenty 
million  children. 

This  was  paid  for  by  voluntary  donations  from 
governments  and  private  citizens  in  sixty  lands.  No- 
body is  compelled  to  support  UNICEF,  but  the 
contributions  come.  Rather  than  diminishing 
through  administrative  expenses,  every  dollar  con- 
tributed doubles  in  value  as  it  goes  to  work.  To  get 
UNICEF  aid  for  its  children,  a  country  must  add  a 
dollar's  worth  of  its  own  products  to  every  dollar's 
worth  sent  in.  Our  Government  and  private  citizens 
have  been  generous,  although  the  contributions  of 
many  other  nations,  in  terms  of  ability  to  pay,  have 
also  been  impressive.  The  need  continues  to  be  great. 
Sixty  million  of  the  world's  children  need  help. 

It  is  common  sense  to  co-operate  for  the  survival 
of  all  the  world's  children — the  next  generation  on 
which  our  future  depends.  It  cannot  be  put  off  until 
next  month  or  next  year.  "The  needs  of  these  chil- 
dren cannot  wait,"  writes  the  Chilean  poet  and 
Nobel  prize  winner,  Gabriela  Mistral.  "We  cannot 
answer  Tomorrow.  The  child's  name  is  Today." 
You  can  help  by  addressing  your  check  to  U.  N. 
Children's  Fund  Committee,  250  West  57th  Street, 
New  York  19,  New  York.  THE  END 


Destruction 
and  Mind 


By  DOilOTBY  THOMPSON 


SOME  weeks  ago  four  atomic  scientists,  speaking  before  micro- 
phones at  the  University  of  Chicago  Round  Table  Conference, 
which  is  a  regular  feature  of  the  NBC  network,  painted  a  terrifying 
picture  of  the  possibilities  in  the  projected  H-bomb.  The  broadcast, 
which  was  heard  in  the  eastern  states  only  from  a  recording  a  week 
later,  nevertheless  drew  large  headlines  in  the  nation's  press. 
"Ending  of  All  Life  by  Hydrogen  Bomb  Help  Possibility,"  re- 
ported the  New  York  Times.  For,  according  to  the  Round  Table 
experts,  if  the  projected  H-bomb  were  only  salt-and-peppered,  as  it 
were,  by  such  an  additional  element  as  cobalt — one  of  the  more 
powerfully  radioactive  substances — the  radioactivity  let  loose  by  only 
a  few  such  bombs,  gradually  covering  the  earth,  would  kill  everybody 
on  the  planet. 

The  broadcast  created  a  near  panic  in  many  minds,  possibly  in 
thousands.  But  its  purpose  was  not  clear  to  this  writer.  For  the 
scientists  did  not  beg  the  American  people  to  halt  the  production  of 
the  H-bomb,  even  though  they  were  unwilling  to  go  on  record 
that  we  would  not  use  it — that  we  would  not  use  a  bomb  capable  of 
exterminating  the  whole  human  race,  ourselves  included.  They 
thought  that  under  certain  circumstances  the  Russians  might 
threaten  to  use  it,  and  then  have  their  bluff  called.  But  the  only 
measures  they  suggested  were  to  disperse  all  our  cities,  moving  30 
to  60  million  people— and  even  then  no  one  would  be  protected  from 
the  radiation  of  a  "reinforced"  H-bomb! 

Now,  it  is  not  the  purpose  of  this  article  to  contribute  to  panic. 
Quite  the  contrary.  The  H-bomb  may  never  be  produced.  At  present  it 
is  a  mathematical  creation  without  physical  reality.  And  that  if  pro- 
duced it  will  ever  incorporate  a  substance  to  destroy  all  human  life 
is  conceivable  only  on  the  assumption  that  a  state  possessing  it  is 
entirely  in  the  hands  of  a  homicidal  suicidal  maniac  with  the  power  to 
compel  even  his  own  scientists  to  kill  him  and  themselves.  I  know  of 
no  such  state  nor  do  I  anticipate  thr.t  one  will  come  into  being. 

And,  it  seems  to  me,,  the  scientists  should  be  the  last  to  talk.  All 
of  the  distinguished  gentlemen  who  spoke  contributed  to  create  the 
first  A-bomb.  "The  people"  did  not  create  it.  The  number  of  persons 
on  this  earth  who  possess  (or  possessed)  the  fundamental  knowledge 
necessary  to  create  either  the  A-  or  the  H-bomb  does  not  exceed  fifty. 
They  are  not  anonymous,  but  very  well  known — and  to  one  another. 
American  and  British  atomic  scientists  can  name  their  colleagues  in 
Russia  who,  if  the  H-bomb  is  being  manufactured  there,  are  essential 


Executive  Editor,  Mary  Bas9  •  Managing  Editor,  Laura  Lou  Brookman  •  Associate  Editors:  Hugh  MacNair  Kahler, 
Bernardine  Kielly,  Ann  Batchelder,  Wilhela  Cushman,  William  E.  Fink,  Alice  Blinn,  Richard  Pratt,  Henrietta 
Murdock,  Louella  G.  Shouer,  Mary  Lea  Page,  Maureen  Daly,  Dawn  Crowell  Norman,  John  Godfrey  Morris,  Joan 
Younger,  Lonnie  Coleman,  Margaret  Davidson,  Nora  O'Leary  •  Contributing  Editors:  Gladys  Taber,  Louise  Paine 
Benjamin,  Gladys  Denny  Shultz,  Barbara  Benson,  Margaret  Hickey  •  Assistant  Editors:  John  Werner,  Charlotte 
Johnson,  Donald  Stuart,  Ruth  Mary  Packard,  Ruth  Shapley  Matthews,  Alice  Conkling,  June  Torrey,  Lily 
Glendinning,  Joseph  Di  Pietro,  Anne  Einselen,  Glenn  Matthew  White,  Betty  Niles  Gray,  Jan  Weyl,  Elizabeth  Goetsch, 
Robert  N.  Taylor,  Cynthia  McAdoo,  Elizabeth  McFarland,  Marthedith  F.  Stauffer  •  Editorial  Assistants:  Alice 
Kastberg,  Iris  Wilken,  Betty  Coe,  Jeanne  Lenton  Tracey,  Eleanor  Pownall  Simmons,  Adrina  Casparian,  Virginia 
Price,  Marion  Wilson,  Lois  Wither9poon,  Jeanne  Stiles,  Polly  Toland,  Elizabeth  Crawford,  Victoria  Harris, 
Helen  Schmidt  Kennedy,  Miriam  Steen  Skardon,  Helen  O'Donnell. 


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to  its  success.  Even  Stalin  cannot  compel 
them  to  succeed  in  their  research;  he  can 
only  order  them  to  do  so.  He  can  get  no- 
where, either,  by  cutting  off  their  heads, 
for  they  are  not  replaceable  en  bloc,  as  they 
are  not  replaceable  in  the  U.  S. 

No  one  can  convince  me  that  it  is  impos- 
sible— if  the  scientists  put  their  brains  to 
it — for  them  to  communicate  with  one  an- 
other. And  if  they  would  jointly  and  quietly 
agree  to  go  on  strike,  declaring  from  time 
to  time  (with  proper  regrets)  that  the 
problem  is  insoluble,  it  wouldn't  be 
solved — and  every  such  failure  would  be 
hailed  by  mankind.  What  actually  has  hap- 
pened is  that,  instead  of  trying  to  stop  them- 
selves and  one  another,  some  have  com- 
mitted treason  to  their  countries  (Prof. 
Alan  Nunn  May ;  Professor  Fuchs)  to  help 
others  to  get  the  weapon. 

But  it  might  be  well  for  us  to  see  the 
world  from  a  little  larger  perspective. 

Since  Sir  James  Jeans  published  The 
Mysterious  Universe,  twenty  years  ago, 
even  a  layman  like  myself,  whose  knowl- 
edge of  higher  mathematics  and  physics 
is  almost  nonexistent,  has  known  that  the 
universe,  of  which  our  planet  is  an  infinites- 
imal speck,  is  not  at  all  the  mechanically 
functioning,  clocklike  globe  that  19th  cen- 
tury scientists  taught  us,  nor  is  its  be- 
havior predictable 


pectancy ,  but  it  cannot  prevent  death.  The* 
who  will  not  die  of  diseases  that  beset  chi 
dren  and  youth,  or  of  the  plagues  of  previ 
ous  centuries,  will  die  of  the  "degenen 
tive"  diseases  of  age,  which  are  on  the  ii 
crease  because  people  live  longer. 

But  do  we  all  rush  out  to  comm 
suicide  because  the  end  of  all  is  death 
Not  at  all! 

Whatever  the  mysterious  universe  ma 
have  in  store  for  the  planet  (and  the  scier 
tists-  have  only  torn  peepholes  in  the  vei  i 
and  today's  science  may  prove  as  incon 
elusive  as  yesterday's),  this  planet  (o 
some  corner  of  it)  is  our  home,  and  ever 
creative  instinct  is  to  preserve  and  beautif 
it.  We  plant  windbreaks  and  set  fence 
against  the  winter  winds  and  blizzan 
snows.  Against  the  too  severe  radiations o 
the  sun  we  plant  trees  for  cooling  shade 
Against  drought  the  farmer  digs  pools  t( 
catch  and  hold  spring  freshets  that  woul< 
otherwise  wash  away.  The  mind  and  ham 
divert  rivers  from  their  courses  to  mab 
new  lands;  quarry  the  resistant  stone  fo 
roads  and  shelters ;  bore  into  deserts  to  fin, 
their  secret  wells;  chain  the  lightning  fc 
human  use;  and  penetrate  the  secret  of  th< 
atom  for  new  energy. 

And  in  this  world  where  all  is  energy,  a 
now  we  know,  is  no 


by  any  known  com- 
putation of  cause 
and  effect.  There 
is  hardly  a  serious 
physicist  or  astron- 
omer who  believes 
that  this  planet  or 
the  organic  life  upon 
it  has  an  eternal 
lease  on  existence. 
Organic  life  (which 
may  exist  only  on 
this  planet)  depends 
upon  certain  phys- 
ical conditions  for 
its  survival,  the 
most  important  of 
which  is  a  temper- 
ature at  which  sub- 
stances can  exist  in 
the  liquid  state — 
neither  boiling  off 
into  vapor  nor  per- 
manently freezing.  We  live  our  physical 
lives  by  the  beneficence  of  the  sun,  which, 
according  to  the  astronomers,  is  constantly 
losing  radiation.  To  remain  forever  an 
abode  of  life,  our  earth,  they  tell  us,  would 
need  to  move  in,  ever  nearer  to  the  dying 
sun.  But,  they  say,  dynamical  laws  are 
driving  it  ever  farther  from  the  sun  into 
outer  cold  and  darkness.  And,  as  far  as 
they  can  see,  this  will  go  on,  until  life  is 
frozen  off  the  earth,  unless  some  celestial 
collision  or  cataclysm  (and  they  are  hap- 
pening all  the  time)  intervenes  to  end  the 
planet  earlier. 

We  may,  however,  escape  that  fate  only  to 
fall  victim,  as  a  planet,  to  the  principle  of 
thermodynamics,  which  predicts  that  the 
most  probable  end  will  come  when  the 
total  energy  of  the  universe  is  uniformly 
distributed  and  all  the  substance  of  *the 
universe  is  at  the  same  temperature,  then 
so  low  as  to  make  life  impossible. 

So,  if  they  are  correct,  man,  if  he  de- 
stroys all  life,  is  only  speeding  up  (by  some 
millions  of  years)  his  inevitable  fate. 

And,  to  be  more  prosaic:  What  is  the 
inevitable  fate  of  every  human  being 
on  this  earth,  not  in  terms  of  millions  of 
years  but  of  three  generations  at  the 
utmost? 

It  is  to  die.  That  is  the  fate  that  awaits 
you  and  me  and  our  infant  children,  all  in 
time  so  foreseeable  that  any  life-insurance 
agent  leaking  at  our  birth  certificates  and 
medical  records  can  estimate  "life  ex|>cct- 
ancy"  from  a  chart!  And  although  we 
don't  particularly  like  to  think  alxjut  it,  we 

take  it  into  account,  insuring  our  children 

against  our  deaths,  and  even  providing  in 
advance  for  funeral  expenses! 

Medical  science  has  helped  most  of  us 
to  postpone  death  by  increasing  life  ex- 


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10£f.€^t  Si 

By  Elizabeth-Ellen  Long 


Across  wind's  wild  uncharted  sea 
Green-masted  fields  drift  helplessly, 
Their  daisy  topsails  blown  away, 
And  far  behind  the  port  of  day. 

Into  the  sunset's  trough  they  plunge, 
Go  down  and  down,  then  give  a 
lunge 

And  dripping  gold  climb  to  the  crest 
Of  the  slowly  darkening  west. 


all  human  thought 

feeling  and  strivin 
also  energy? 

Sir  James  Jeanv 
concluding  his  book 
says,  "Mind  m 
longer  appears  as  ai 
accidental  stumble 
into  the  realm  of! 
matter;  we  are  be- 
ginning to  suspect 
that  we  ought  rather 
to  hail  it  as  the 
creator  and  gover- 
nor of  the  realm 
of  matter— not,  of 
course,  our  individ- 
ual minds,  but  the 
mind  in  which  the 
atoms  out  of  which 
our  individual 
minds  have  grown 
exist  as  thoughts." 
Fear  is  not  a  thought  that  brings  us  closer 
to  the  great  mysterious  mind.  It  puts  us  out 
of  mind.  We  come  into  our  minds,  perhaps 
into  the  mind,  when  we  work,  and  love,  and 
wonder,  and  admire. 

And  we  might  take  thought  that  since 
temperance  (of  climate)  is  the  condition  for 
the  survival  of  the  planet,  temperance  of 
mind  may  also  be  recommended. 

When  we  see  the  possibility  of  universal  i 
destruction,  it  is  useless  to  wring  our  hands  i 
in  panic.  Instead  we  think:  Law.  Control, 
Peace.  When  we  see  cruelty,  slavery,  inju£ 
tice,  we  think:  Love .  Freedom.  Mercy.  When 
a  newborn  child  is  laid  in  our  arms,  we  6*0 
not  contemplate  its  eventual  death,  but 
think:  Miracle.  Life,  Nurture,  Growth.  And 
when  we  face  death  we  think:  Mystery, 
Change,  God. 

No  one  truly  knows  what  is  eventually  in 
store  for  this  planet.  There  are  those  who. 
while  they  do  not  dispute  that  the  present 
stars  are  melting  away  into  radiation,  spec- 
ulate that  somewhere  this  radiation  may  be 
reconsolidating  itself  into  matter.  "Anew 
heaven  and  a  new  earth"  may  be  in  process 
of  becoming,  out  of  the  radiation  set  free  by 
the  combustion  of  the  old.  There  may  be  a 
principle  beyond  the  principle  of  the  "Sec- 
ond Law  of  Thermodynamics." 

But  if  the  universe  be  a  universe  of  IhouiiM. 
as  the  most  modern  scientists  are  coming  to 
believe,  then,  whether  it  be  perishable  or 
imperishable,  thought  influences  it.  Thought 
also  is  a  radiation:  to  cherish  and  build  the 
world  or  set  it  careening  to  release  de- 
struction or  bring  it  under  control. 

And  to  the  radiation  of  thought— of 
mind,  emotion,  being  every  single  |H-rson 
contributes.  Together  they  make  the 
thought  of  the  world.  And  I  don't  believe 
for  one  instant  they  will,  by  thinking  or  by 
unthinking,  encompass  its  end.    I  IIK  KNP 


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YOU  may  think  that  tea  is  better 
thinned  down  with  some  boiling  wa- 
ter, but  don't  be  too  sure.  On  publica- 
tion day  of  The  Lipton  Story. 

biography  of  the  late  Sir  Thomas 
Lipton.  yachtsman  and  tea  merchant, 
a  fine  party  was  given  for  its  author, 
Alec  ffaush.  It  was  a  splendid 
affair,  at  the  New  York  Yacht  Club,  with 
seafaring  and  tea-selling  and  literary 
folk  in  attendance.  On  one  table  stood 
the  challenging  America's  Cup.  which 
five  of  Sir  Thomas'  Shamrocks  were  un- 
able to  dislodge.  At  another  table  was 
champagne  and  caviar.  But  most  im- 
posing of  all  was  the  tea  table  with  its 
long  lace  cover,  its  candelabra,  and  two 
magnificent  urns  presided  over  by 
English  ladies. 

Nonihalantl>  we  ambled  up  for  a 
cup  of  tea.  and  findins  it  a  bit  ilark 
for  our  taste,  asked  for  hot  water.  The 
Knglish  lad>  was  embarrassed,  and  a 


group  of  men  standins  nearb>  stopped] 
talking.  Still  innocent,  we  accosted  a 
passing  waiter  and  asked  him  for  hot 
water,  which  he  e\entuall>  brought* 
but  concealed  beneath  a  napkin,  and] 
quickl>  returned  to  the  pantry.  It 
seems  that  this  l>e*erage  w as  the  Tea- 
taster's  Choice.  Lipton's  First  Blend, 
poured  off  the  top.  anil  that  your  re- 
porter w  as  a  rank  PMKsl  i  ne. 


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Ticket  to  Oblivion,  by  Robert 
Parker,  with  authentic  Paris  background 
and  overtones  of  Budapest.  But  a  real 
spy  story,  with  no  need  to  Actionize  % 
syllable,  is  Esc\pe  to  Adventure. 
by  Filzroy  Maclean.  Maclean  ires 
the  young  military  man  that  Winston 
Churchill  sent  orer  to  Yugoslaria  in 
1943  to  see  which  horse  to  back- 
Tito  or  Mikhailocich.  It  is  one  of 
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(Continued  from  Page  N) 
those  underwritten  dead-pan  English 
accounts  of  high  adventure.  Maclean 
showed  his  venturesomeness  in  his  mid- 
dle 20's.  when  he  was  in  Russia  and 
found  his  way  around  alone,  to  Siberia. 
Samarkand.  Bokhara,  and  over  the  Oxus 
River  and  into  Afghanistan.  He  sharp- 
ened his  wits  in  the  desert  righting  of 
World  War  II.  and  while  still  in  his 
early  30's  was  a  general  and  Churchill's 
choice  for  one  of  the  most  delicate  deci- 
sions of  the  war.  All  three  exciting  chapters 
of  his  experiences  are  contained  in  this 
fascinating  hook. 


For  those  who  prize  a  new  collec- 
tion of  memorabilia,  there  is  now 
LETTERS  FROM  LORD  NELSON,  com- 
piled by  Geoffrey  Hanson.  Like  the 
letters  of  so  mati>  sreat  men.  these 
show  how  mm  li  larger  loom  the 
minutiae  of  living  than  the  accom- 
plishments which  history  records. 
Nelson,  poor  man.  worried  as  much 
over  his  finances  as  over  I  he  enemy's 
fleet.  And  the  urgency  of  his  passion 
for  Lady  Hamilton,  so  often  (action- 
ized, is  nowhere  more  eloquent  than 
in  these  letters  of  an  unlitcrary- 
minded  man  of  the  sea. 


W.  C.  Fields,  to  the  connoisseurs,  was 
the  greatest  comic  that  ever  lived.  He 
was  one  of  the  greatest  jugglers  of  all 
times.  And  he  had  one  of  the  most 
tragic  lives,  in  spite  of  his  phenomenal 
successes,  ever  recorded.  W.  C.  Fields: 
His  Follies  and  Fortunes,  by 
Robert  Leieis  Taylor,  is  a  classic.  As 
Cervantes  found  the  perfect  medium  for 
his  philosophy  in  Don  Quixote,  so  Robert 
Taylor's  wit  (and  wisdom )  is  exactly 
attuned  to  Fields.  The  book  abounds 
in  funny  stories  and  lively  gossip.  But 
it  is  dark.  There's  nobody  so  sad  as  a 
clown,  and  of  all  clowns  Fields  was  the 
most  unhappy.  At  any  rate  that's  the 
way  we  read  it. 


An  Introduction  to  Birds,  by 
the  popular  John  Kieran,  provides 
some  entertaining  extras  to  trim  up  the 
necessary  information  about  nests, 
songs,  nights,  and  soon.  Common  crows. 

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4. 


The  know  ledgeable  John  Kieran. 

he  tells  us.  "gather  in  wheeling  and  caw- 
ing flocks  whenever  one  of  them  spies 
a  hawk,  an  owl.  a  fox  or  a  jack  rabbit. 
They  will  follow  a  fox  across  open  coun- 
try like  a  pack  of  winged  hounds  and 
drive  an  owl  from  one  evergreoa  to 
another."  And  bobwhitcs,  when  they 
sleep,  sit  in  a  tight  circle  on  the  ground, 
all  tails  together  in  the  center  and  their 
heads  making  the  outer  rim  of  the 
circle  like  s|x>kcs  in  a  wheel.  If  they  are 
attacked  in  the  darkness  by  a  fox,  rac- 
coon, skunk  or  prowling  house  cat,  they 

((  Dnttnunl  on  I'agr  IV) 


What  you  shoull 
know  about 
tooth  deca 

There  are  many  possible  caul 
of  tooth  decay  —  and  just  as  ma; 
theories  about  preventing  it. 
most  all  dental  authorities  agi 
that  there  is  no  such  thing  a* 
single  preventive. 

Most  of  the  present  theor 
about  causes  of  tooth  decay  c 
be  grouped  generally  as  follows 

( 1 )  Bacterial  theory. 

(2)  Nutritional  theory. 

( 3 )  Functional  theory. 
Obviously  no  dentifrice  ci 

overcome  possible  nutritional  ai 
functional  causes  which  may 
the  most  important  and  whi 
have  to  do  with  such  factors 
improper  diet,  especially  in  t 
early  years  of  life,  and  with  ii 
proper  functioning  of  the  bod 
organs. 

Dentifrice  manufacturers  a!' 
pharmaceutical   institutions  li  i 
Squibb  have  made  available  pre  1 
ucts  which  attack  cause  number 
the  bacterial  theory. 

Squibb  uses  a  magnesium  h 
drate  base  in  dentifrices  to  heli 
neutralize  mouth  acids  in  whicj 
harmful  bacteria  thrive.  Some  u; 
ammoniated  substances  to  comb; 
these  bacteria.  There  is  no  conclil 
sive  proof  that  one  method  I 
more  effective  than  the  other. 

Almost  without  exception,  hov 
ever,  dentists  recommend  brusl 
ing  teeth  regularly  with  some  forr 
of  dentifrice  after  every  meal.  Fc 
even  though  all  do  not  feel  that 
dentifrice  can  help  prevent  deca)' 
they  know  that  dentifrices  hav 
other  important  functions  .  .  .  t 
improve  the  appearance  of  you 
teeth  ...  to  clean  away  food  pai 
ticles  ...  to  freshen  your  taste  an 
breath.  Squibb,  for  example,  cor 
tains  real  mint  as  a  refresher.  I 
also  contains  the  finest,  safest  po 
ishing  ingredient  known.  Purit 
and  safety,  of  course,  are  of  w 
most  importance.  If  swallowei 
Squibb  Dental  Cream  has  a  gentb 
antacid  effect. 

Remember  ...  a  good,  reliabl< 
dentifrice  may  combat  only  on. 
of  the  several  possible  causes  o 
tooth  decay.  Seeing  your  dentis 
regularly  for  a  complete  check-uf 
is  still  the  best  way  to  save  your 
self  needless  trouble,  pain  ant 
expense. 

E-R-Squibb&So 

The  priceless  ingredient  o 
every  product  is  the  honor  an 

Integrity  of  its  maker. 


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s  SO  EASY  with 


RE'S  THE  SECRET!  The  gray  seal- 
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(Continued  from  Page  16) 
immediately  fly  off  the  way  they  are 
headed,  which  means  in  all  directions." 


I,  MY  ANCESTOR.  by  Naney  Wilson 
Ross,  is  an  even  heller  lunik,  we  be- 
lieve, than  her  popular  LEFT  ll\ND 
IS  THE  DREAMER.  There  are  l»<> 
worlds  in  this  novel — a  peaeeful  is- 
land in  the  Pacific  Northwest,  and 
New  York  City;  and  two  opposites  in 
personality — a  philosophical  relaxed 
old  Llsterman  and  his  high-powered 
embittered  young-ad  vert  ising-man 
son.  The  worlds  and  Ihe  tempera- 
ments clash  in  the  subconsciousness 
of  the  son.  w  ho  has  long  been  ashamed 
of  his  father,  but  who  now- — at  his 
own  breaking  point — goes  west  to 
face  both  his  father  and  his  problem. 
Psychoanalysis  takes  a  big  hand  in  the 
unfolding  of  the  past  and  I  he  solution 
for  the  future. 


Two  good  biographies  are  out. 
Proust:  Portrait  of  a  Genius, 
by  Andre  Maurois,  an  excellent  schol- 
arly piece  of  work,  the  best  Maurois  we 
have  ever  read,  about  one  of  the  strang- 
est figures  in  all  literature.  And  D.  H. 
Lawrence:  Portrait  of  a  Genius 

But  .   .  .,  by  Richard  Aldington. 

The  title  is  as  mean  as  a  title  could  be, 
but  the  biography  is  full  and  rich  and 
revealing,  in  spite  of  the  editorial  angle. 


California,  according  to  card 
players,  is  shortly  to  he  divided  into 
two  new  stales,  the  section  north  of 
Santa  Rarhara  to  be  known  as  Cali- 
fornia, the  southern  part  to  be  called 
Canasta. 


A  good  book  for  those  who  want  to 
keep  abreast  of  what's  happening  in 
our  foreign  relations,  which  means, 
pretty  much,  these  days,  our  relations 


"When  yon  consider  some  of 
the  pitfalls  that  lie  ahead, 
it's  a  great  life,  isn't  it?" 

with  Russia,  is  Half  Slave,  Half 
Free,  by  Hallett  Abend. 


This  column  has  been  remiss  about 
poetry.  But  we  do  take  notice  when  we 
hear  of  a  thousand-dollar  award  for  a 
book  of  verse.  Frances  Min  t  urn 
Howard,  of  Boston,  won  the  first 
ONE  THOUSAND  DOLLAR  Annual 
Prize  offered  by  Poetry  Awards  of  Cali- 
fornia, for  her  book,  All  Keys  Are 
Glass.  Incidentally,  one  of  the  poems 
in  the  volume— a  sonnet  entitled  Con- 
solation—first appeared  in  the  Journal. 
Mrs.  Howard  is  the  great-granddaughter 
of  Julia  Ward  Howe,  who  wrote  The 
Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic. 

The  two  prize  winners  of  the  Poetry 
Society  of  America's  nationwide 

(Continued  on  Page  21) 


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3  Grand  tre'46r  you  Meal-Makers 


Betty  Crocker*  uses  delicate  Wesson  Oil  in 
TROPICAL  TREAT  CHIFFON 


And  no  wonder  she  does!  For  it's 
Wesson  Oil  that  supplies  the  light- 
ness and  delicacy  that  makes  Chif- 


fon Cake  so  different— light  as  angel 
food,  and  thanks  to  Wesson  Oil,  so 
moist,  so  luscious! 


Heat  oven  to  325°  (slow  moderate)  and . . . 


1.  In  first  bowl,  sift  together: 

2'.i  cups  sifted  Softasilk  Cake  Flour 

(spoon  lightly,  don't  pack) 
l'/2  cups  sugar 

3  teaspoons  baking  powder 

1  teaspoon  salt 

Make  a  well  and  add  these: 
Vi  cup  Wesson  Oil 
5  unbeaten  egg  yolks  (medium) 
34  cup  cold  water 

grated  rind  of  2  oranges 
(about  3  tbsp.) 

Beat  with  spoon  until  smooth. 

2.  In  large  second  bowl  put : 

1  cup  egg  whites  (7  or  8) 
Vl  teaspoon  cream  of  tartar 

Beat  into  very  stiff  peaks,  suf- 
fer than  for  meringue,  do  not 

UNDERBEAT. 


3.  Pour  egg  yolk  mixture  grad- 
ually over  beaten  egg  whites, 


gently  folding  with  rubber  scraper  just  until 
blended,  don't  stir.  Pour  immediately  into 
ungreased  tube  pan,  (10"  x  4") .  Bake  55  min- 
utes at  325\  then  increase  to  moderate  (350°) 
for  10  to  15  minutes,  or  until  top  springs 
back  when  lightly  touched.  Turn  pan  upside 
down,  placing  tube  over  neck  of  funnel.  Let 
hang,  free  of  table,  until  cold.  Loosen  from 
sides  and  tube  with  spatula;  turn  pan  over; 
hit  edge  sharply  on  table  to  loosen.  Using 
toothpicks  in  sides  as  markers,  split  into  3 
layers. 

PINEAPPLE-COCONUT  ICING:  Combine  3  egg 
whites,  21/i  caps  sugar,  yt  tsp.  salt,  %  tsp. 
cream  of  tartar,  cup  syrup  from  canned 
pineapple  in  top  of  double  boiler,  over  boil- 
ing water:  beat  with  rotary  beater  7  minutes, 
or  until  icing  "peaks."  Remove  from  heat; 
beat  until  cool.  Reserve  1  %  cups  icing  for  top. 
Spread  remaining  icing  between  layers  and 
on  sides.  To  icing  for  top  (1%  cups)  add  % 
cap  drained  crushed  pineapple;  spread  on 
top.  Sprinkle  sides  with  >2  cap  toasted  coco- 
nut. *OJ  General  Mills 


Wesson 

Oil 


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Use  Wesson  Oil  in  glamorous  Chiffon  Cakes 
for  that  lift  in  lightness  and  delicacy. 

Delicate  Wesson  Oil  in  your  homemade 
French  Dressing  gives  your  salads  a  flavor- 
ift,  brings  out  true  flavors. 

To  lift  fried  foods  to  tasty  perfection,  use 
Wesson  Oil.  Safe  for  digestible  frying, 
because  Wesson's  smoking  point  is  higher 
than  that  of  high-grade  solid  shortening. 


STRING  BEAN  AND  BACON  SALAD 

Delicate  Wesson  Oil  dressing  brings  out  every  fine  flavor! 

1  teaspoon  salt  3  tablespoons  catsup 
dash  pepper  2  cups  cooked  string  beans 

'.2  teaspoon  sugar  3  slices  cooked  bacon 

V3  cup  Wesson  Oil  Radishes 

2  tablespoons  vinegar  Salad  greens 

Combine  first  six  ingredients;  beat  well.  Taste... m-m!  how  smooth 
and  delicate,  thanks  to  mild  Wesson  Oil.  Toss  beans  with  dressing. 
Crumble  bacon.  Arrange  greens;  top  with  beans  and  bacon.  6  servings. 
Taste... a  feast  of  family-favorite  flavors!  You  bring  out  their  full 
goodness  with  Wesson  Oil,  America's  favorite  for  fine  salad  dressings. 


VEAL  SCALLOPINE 

See  how  good  veal  tastes— fried  in  delicious  Wesson  Oil. 


1 1  '2  lbs.  veal  cutlet, 

sliced  thin 
Vi  cup  flour 
1  teaspoon  salt 
Va  teaspoon  pepper 
Vi  cup  Wesson  Oil 


1  medium  onion,  chopped 

2  tablespoons  chopped 
green  pepper 

1  can  condensed  tomato  soup 
Vj  cup  water 
Vj  cup  grated  cheese 


Roll  veal  slices  In  flour,  salt  and  pepper.  Heat  Wesson  Oil  In  large 
skillet;  fry  onion  and  green  pepper  until  tender.  Remove.  Add  veal; 
brown  both  sides.  Poar  off  excess  oil.  Add  soup  mixed  with  water.  Re- 
turn the  onion  and  green  pepper.  Cover,  simmer  10  minutes,  or  until 
meat  la  tender.  Sprinkle  with  cheese;  heat  until  melted.  0  servings. 
For  digestible  frying,  use  Wesson  Oil... heats  higher  without  smoking 
than  high-grade  solid  shortening. 


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fjANCO- AMERICAN  MEAL  HINTS 


gAsy!  economical! 


BEEF  CRAW  BURGERS 

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shortening  m  gravy,. 
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servings. 


Made  from  the  juices  of  selected 
beef. . .  with  that  genuine  roasting  pan 
flavor!  Delicious  served  hot  with  any 
meat- and -potato  dinner.  Use  it  on 
sandwiches.  In  stews.  Or  added  to 
make  your  own  gravy  s-t-r-e-t-c-h. 


BEEF  GRAVY 

MACARONI  .  SPAGHETTI 


(Continued  from  Page  19) 
arinual  Award  this  year  were  Laura 
Lourene  LeCear,  of  Texas,  and 
Candace  Stevenson,  of  New  York. 
(Sara  King  Carleton,  whose  delicious 
verse  appears  often  in  these  pages, 
received  the  Poetry  Society's  first  prize 
a  year  or  so  back.) 

And  on  the  subject  of  poetry,  >we 
recommend  Pleasure  Dome,  by 
Lloyd  Frankenberg.  "Despite  con- 
trary rumors,  modern  poetry  is  in- 
telligible," says  Mr.  Frankenberg,  and 
he  pretty  nearly  proves  it.  His  book 
will  certainly  introduce  new  readers  to 
modern  poetry,  and  add  to  the  delight 
of  those  already  familiar  with  it.  (We 
can  prove  the  first  half  of  this  prognos- 
tication by  our  own  experience.) 


Mary  Bass,  L.H.J,  executive  editor, 
once  spent  a  week  with  Ruth  Mills 
Teague  on  the  Teague  New  Jersey 
farm,  and  had  a  series  of  such  fas- 
cinating meals  that  after  she  left  she 
wrote  back  asking  Mrs.  Teague  if  she 
would  do  some  articles  for  the  JOUR- 
NAL. As  Mrs.  Teague  puts  it:  "Some 

REPRINTED  COURTESY  OF 
THE  SATURDAY  EVENING  POST 


"What  would  be  nice  for 
supper  for  a  change?" 

rather  plush  food  articles,  written  for 
the  housewife  who  wants  to  entertain 
in  an  unusual  and  gracious  way,  with- 
out being  flurried  and  with  little  or  no 
help.  .  .  ."  Result:  Conversation  Pieces 
in  the  JOURNAL,  and  now  COOKING 

for  Company  ...  A  Party  Book  of 
Menus  and  Recipes,  by  Ruth  Mills 

Teague,  which  incorporates  the  Con- 
versation Pieces. 

• 

People  "age"  sensibly  these  days. 
They  plan  the  time  ahead  and  thus 
soften  the  shock  of  one  day  finding 
themselves  suddenly  old.  Somerset 
Maugham  has  often  written  on  this  sub- 
ject, and  here  is  Frank  Swinnerton. 
"Give  me  now,  at  64,"  he  writes,  "another 
'  ten  years;  and  I  shall  write  the  six  or 
seven  books  which  I  have  always  wanted 
to  write.  Give  me  the  health  and  hap- 
piness of  those  I  love.  Let  me  have  a  little 
wine,  some  travel,  the  reading  I  plan, 
some  good  cricket  to  watch ;  and  as  far 
as  I  am  concerned  as  an  individual,  I 
shall  not  complain."  THE  TOKEFIELD 
Papers:  Old  and  New,  is  Swinner- 
ton's  examination  of  himself,  of  his 
friends,  and  of  books  and  art— a  small 
volume  of  personal  essays  that  bring  the 
author  of  Nocturne  and  Faithful 
Company  into  one's  close  acquaintance. 
• 

Three  novels  by  very  young  men 
have  recently  come  out:  A  Loinc, 
Day's  Dying,  by  Frederick  Buech- 
ner  (23  years  old),  Tiger  in  the 
Garden,  by  Speed  Lamkin  (22 
years  old),  and  A  Wreath  and  a 
Curse,  by  Donald  Wetzel  (26).  All 
three  are  sensitive,  serious  books,  written 
with  style,  but  occasionally  unclear  as 
to  philosophy.  A  nice  problem  for  the 
evaluating  critics. 


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PUBLIC  AFFAIRS  DEPARTMENT     •    Edited  by  MARG4RET  RICKEY 


CO-OPERATIVE  PLAY  SCHOOLS. . . 


Communities  Find  the  Answer 

By  MARGARET  RICKEY 

PLAYTIME  is  for  fun,  for  growing,  for  learning  to  give  and 
take.  Opportunities  for  satisfying  play  are  the  right  of  ev- 
ery child.  Yet  many  factors  in  our  modern  life  make  play- 
time a  problem  for  parents  and  children.  Housing  shortages 
force  city  sidewalks  and  alleys  into  use  as  playgrounds.  Un- 
supervised children  get  into  trouble.  The  high  cost  of  private 
nursery  and  play  schools  is  out  of  reach  of  the  majority  of 
parents. 

Parents  Pool  Their  Resources 

Many  communities  have  found  the  answer  in  the  co-opera- 
tive program.  Parents  form  a  nonprofit  association,  employ  the 
teachers,  equip  the  school  and  maintain  attendance  of  the 
community's  children.  The  cost  is  relatively  low  compared 
with  that  of  private  nursery  schools  and  camps.  Cash  expend- 
iture is  less  because  parents  make  up  for  the  usual  tuition  by 
contributing  their  own  time  and  talents. 

Co-operative  nursery  and  play  schools  are  springing  up  all 
over  the  country.  Forty  parent-owned,  nonprofit  schools  op- 
erate in  or  near  Washington,  D.  C.  Most  of  them  are  housed  on 
church  property.  Some  are  in  space  provided  by  apartment 
houses.  A  few  are  in  quarters  of  their  own. 

The  Silver  Spring  (Maryland)  Nursery  School,  which  pro- 
vides its  own  space,  was  opened  in  1941  by  a  group  of  women 
from  the  Montgomery  County  League  of  Women  Voters. 
After  a  year  the  mothers  were  convinced  that  their  experience 
would  be  helpful  to  parents  planning  similar  schools.  Today 
one  of  the  principal  sources  of  revenue  for  the  Silver  Spring 
school  comes  from  the  sale  of  the  parents'  manual,  Our  Co- 
operative Nursery  School. 

The  Charlestown  Play  House  at  Phoenixville,  Pennsylvania, 
serves  children  from  the  ages  of  two  to  five,  ten  months  of  the 
year.  Parents  keep  all  the  school  and  playground  equipment  in 
repair  and  care  for  the  building — an  old  stone  church  re- 
modeled with  four  classrooms,  two  baths  and  an  office.  The 
director,  the  assistants,  the  school  librarian,  the  physician  are 
all  parents.  Until  three  years  ago  the  school,  which  was 
founded  in  1936,  had  only  volunteer  teachers  and  children 
paid  no  tuition.  Now  there  are  seven  paid  teachers.  Mothers 
serve  as  assistants,  one  for  each  class  every  day.  Tuition  is  $10 
a  month  or  $100  a  year. 

Mothers  and  fathers  shared  equally  in  the  development  of 
the  now  nine-year-old  co-operative  nursery  school  at  Sau- 
salito,  California.  The  building  itself  was  constructed  by  fa- 
thers during  week  ends  over  a  period  of  eighteen  months. 
While  husbands  laid  floors,  plastered  walls,  set  in  windows, 
wives  raised  money  through  bakery  sales,  house  tours,  benefit 
dances.  Only  one  professional  teacher  is  employed,  but  she  al- 
ways has  four  mothers  to  assist  her.  The  fee  for  a  co-operating 
mother  with  one  child  is  $10  a  month.  Children  of  any  race 
are  eligible  to  attend. 

Devoted  to  the  promotion  of  creative  activities  for  children 
during  out-of-school  time,  the  Play  Schools  Association  was 
launched  in  1936.  "There  was  a  .time,"  its  director,  Mrs. 
Adele  S.  Mossier,  points  out,  "when  individual  parents  could 
plan  advantageously  for  the  play  life  of  their  own  children. 
Today  it  takes  teamwork.  No  one  father  and  mother  can  man- 
age the  problem."  But  they  can  do  it  together.  And  farseeing 
parents  are  using  teamwork  to  insure  healthy,  happy  playtime 
for  their  children. 


Hamilton-School  Mothers 


IS  Rosa  Schwartz  bent  over  a  tray  of  delicate  pastries  she  was  carefully 
/■  icing,  she  heard  the  loud  voices  of  the  children  from  the  areaway  be- 
■fl  tween  the  apartment  house  in  which  she  lived  on  the  third  floor  and  the 
building  next  door.  "Isabel  is  a  sissy,"  they  were  calling.  "She's  a  sissy,  we 
won't  play  with  her." 

It  was  a  hot  June  morning  in  St.  Louis.  School  was  out,  and  the  children 
from  the  apartments  in  the  thickly  settled  5700  block  of  McPherson  Avenue 
were  playing  up  and  down  the  street,  or  were  crowded  in  the  small  back 
yards  which  serve  six  to  eight  families.  Rosa  frow-ned  at  the  pretty  cookies 
she  must  finish  within  an  hour  for  a  customer — she  couldn't  stop.  But  it  was 
her  Isabel  down  there  who  was  being  taunted  by  neighbor  children.  How 
could  she  help  her  shy,  retiring  six-year-old  to  make  her  place  among  them? 
They  weren't  bad  kids,  she  reasoned,  but  when  ten  gathered  in  the  tiny  back 
yard,  trouble  was  bound  to  develop. 

A  few  blocks  away,  another  mother  was  dealing  with  a  summer  problem. 
Lack  of  play  space  and  equipment  was  not  the  difficulty  here,  for  the  two 
little  boys  lived  in  a  neat  brick  house  with  its  own  pleasant  garden.  But — 
"Mother,  what  can  we  do  now?"  Jimmie  and  Sherman  Landau  appealed  for 
the  third  time  in  an  hour.  "Please  tell  us  something  to  do." 

The  Schwartzes  and  the  Landaus  live  in  St.  Louis'  Hamilton  School  dis- 
trict, which  includes  blocks  of  old  apartment  buildings,  overcrowded  and 
run-down  like  the  one  in  which  the  Schwartzes  live,  as  well  as  pleasant, 
shady  streets  bordered  by  single-family  dwellings,  with  well-clipped  lawns 
and  an  unmistakable  air  of  well-being. 

Both  Mrs.  Schwartz  and  Mrs.  Landau  belong  to  the  Hamilton  School 
Mothers'  Club,  a  group  which  takes  a  keen  interest  in  the  school  and  its 
students.  Meeting  simply — often  in  house  dresses,  over  coffee  in  some  mem- 
ber's living  room — the  Mothers'  Club  gets  a  lot  done.  One,  Mrs.  Daniel  Bisno, 
a  professional  social  worker  in  New  York  City  before  her  marriage,  pro- 
posed a  new  project  for  the  group.  Why  not  start  a  summer  play  program  al 
Hamilton  School  for  the  neighborhood  children?  She  had  seen  it  work  in 
New  York.  Why  not  try  it  in  St.  Louis?  (Continued  ->»  Page  ir><» 


JACK  JANUARY    •    ST.  LOUIS  POST -DISPATCH 


Wide-eyed  youngsters  at  the  Hamilton  Play  School 
watch  a  puppet  show  given  by  schoolmates.  This  is 
part  of  the  Hamilton  School  Mothers'1  Club  pro- 
gram for  keeping  children  occupied  during  the  summer. 


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26 


Making 


arriage  Work 


By  VLMFFOMin  Ml.  HUMS 

Ph.  D.,  Pennsylvania  State  College 
Department  of  Psychology- 


€d  wiewe ywifj?j/ft/  /Attn  ee<ny  e^/Ae  #/Ae<M. 


Possessive  Women 

"  %  V'  THILE  visiting  a  nearby  college  town,  my 

\m/  daughter  had  several  dates  with  a  graduate 

T  T  student.  Though»he  is  not  suitable  in  any 
way,  she  thinks  she  is  in  love  with  him  and  has  taken 
a  job  on  the  campus  to  be  near  him.  Despite  my  disap- 
proval, thev  are  going  ahead  with  plans  to  be  married 
after  he  receives  his  degree  next  spring.  However,  my 
daughter  has  agreed  to  consult  you.  In  view  of  my 
wishes.  I'm  sure  you  will  advise  her  to  break  off  the 
'engagement"  and  return  home." 

The  writer  of  this  letter  failed  to  realize — or  chose 
to  ignore — the  fact  that  a  marriage  counselor  never 
"tells"'  a  client  what  to  do.  His  role  is  to  help  the 
client  reach  a  decision,  after  they  have  jointly  re- 
viewed the  facts.  What  are  the  facts  in  this  case? 

Kate,  at  twenty-seven,  is  determined  to  escape  her 
mother's  lifelong  domination.  Her  father  long  ago 
gave  up,  even  abandoning  his  chosen  occupation  in 
favor  of  a  field  his  wife  thought  more  "suitable." 
Kate's  fiance,  at  twenty-nine,  is  well  thought  of  both 
professionally  and  socially.  The  couple  seem  sin- 
cerely in  love,  and  our  tests  show  that  their  prospects 
for  a  successful  marriage  are  excellent — barring  in- 
law trouble.  So  far  Kate  has  stood  her  ground;  but 
the  mother  has  lately  developed  physical  symptoms 
which  she  says  (perhaps  truthfully)  are  due  to  nerv- 
ous tension  which  can  be  relieved  only  if  Kate 
abandons  her  plans  and  returns  home. 

Some  women  feel  possessive  toward  their  hus- 
bands, others  toward  their  children,  while  some,  like 
Kate's  mother,  seek  to  dominate,  control,  indeed  to 
own,  all  members  of  the  family.  Though  some  men 
are  inclined  to  he  possessive,  the  trait  is  both  more 
common  and  more  extreme  among  women.  A  pos- 
sessive attitude  on  the  part  of  either  spouse  is  in- 
compatible with  the  spirit  of  marriage. 

A  possessive  attitude  may  develop  from  any  one  of 
several  causes.  Perhaps  the  most  common  is  a  feeling 
of  insecurity.  A  wife,  unsure  of  herself  and  of  most 
other  things  in  life,  seeks  to  make  sure  of  her  hus- 
band by  clinging  to  him  and  demanding  an  unreason- 
able share  of  his  time  and  attention.  That  is  why 
jealousy,  which  is  one  manifestation  of  possessive- 
ness,  is  so  often  associated  with  a  feeling  of  insecurity. 

Similarly,  possessiveness  may  develop  as  a  defense 
against  feelings  of  inferiority  or  personal  inadequacy. 
Or  a  mother  who  feels  guilty  because  of  early  neglect 
of  her  children  may  overcompensate  by  possessive- 
ness as  they  approach  maturity. 

The  techniques  of  possessiveness  are  likewise 
varied;  they  include  such  dissimilar  strategies  as  si- 
lent martyrdom,  tears  and  injured  feelings,  and  psy- 
chosomatic headaches.  But  whatever  the  means,  the 
results  are  unfortunate.  More  often  than  not,  the 
would-be  possessor  defeats  her  own  purpose  by 
alienating  those  she  wishes  to  bind  to  her  side.  A 
husband,  stifled  by  his  wife's  attitude,  may  seek  di- 
vorce; a  <  luld,  desperate  to  achieve  independence, 
ma  ,  break  ill  emotional  lie-  and  leave  home  for  good. 

Yet  the  deserted  wife  or  the  forlorn  mother  may 
say  perfectly  -iriecrely  that  all  she  ever  wanted  was 
their  good.  What  she  doesn't  realize  is  that  her  idea 
of  their  good  always  coincide*  with  her  own  secret 
wishes.  The  will  to  dominate  is  the  most  common 
manifestation  of  possessiveness,  and  i    never  easy  to 


recognize  in  yourself.  Ask  yourself  if  you  are  posses- 
sive toward  those  you  lo^e.  If  so,  make  every  effort  to 
modify  your  attitude.  Possessiveness  may  not  break 
up  your  marriage,  but  it  will  surely  prevent  a  true 
partnership  between  you  and  your  husband. 

These  questions  may  help  you  reach  a  new  under- 
standing of  yourself: 

•  Do  I  consider  it  my  right  to  know  all  details  of  my 
family's  personal  affairs? 

•  Do  I  insist  on  sharing  fully  all  their  experiences, 
friendships,  thoughts? 

•  Do  I  always  feel  sure  I  know  what  is  best  for  my 
husband  and  children? 

•  Do  I  tell  them  how  to  solve  any  problem  confront- 
ing them  instead  of  encouraging  them  to  make  their 
own  decisions? 

•  If  my  husband  disagrees  with  me,  do  I  usually 
burst  into  tears,  or  get  a  headache? 

Even  small  children  need  some  privacy,  spiritual  and 
physical.  Possessiveness  is  an  invasion  of  privacy. 
If  you  seldom  intrude,  you  will  usually  be  welcome. 


Are  You  Ready  for  Marriage  ? 

This  month  many  couples  will  plan  for  June  wed- 
dings. For  some,  there  will  be  misgivings  and  doubts. 
In  this  check  list  are  twenty  important  questions. 
Your  answers  may  help  clarify  any  uncertainties 
about  your  readiness  for  marriage.  Answer  Yes  or  No. 

1.  Have   you    both    completed    your  formal 

education? 

2.  Will  you  lie-: in  your  marriage  living  with 

in-laws? 

3.  Do  you  want  children  two  or  three  years 

after  marriage? 

4.  Has  he  one  or  two  traits  you  will  need  to 

change? 

5.  Does  he  go  out  of  his  way  to  please  people? 

6.  Are  your  standards  and  ideals  much  more 

exacting  than  his? 

7.  Have  you  two  some  money  toward  your 

marriage? 

8.  Is  either  of  you  in  poor  health? 

9.  Does  he  have  a  good,  steady  joh? 

10.  Viill  this  job  require  frequent  absences  from 

town? 

11.  Does   he   possess   qualities   you    want  in 

your  children? 

12.  Has   cither   a    relative   likely    to  become 

dependent  on  you? 

13.  Is  he  fond  of  your  friends  and  family? 

I  i.  Docs  cither  insist  upon  his  or  her  "rights"? 

15.  W  ill  you  be  competent  as  a  wife  and  home- 

maker? 

16.  Does  bis  behavior  ever  upscl  you  (or  your 

family )? 

17.  \n  your  family  backgrounds  quite  similar? 
III.  Do  bis  parents  oppose  bis  marrying  now? 

19,  Is    each    affectionate    und    considerate  of 

the  other? 

20.  Will  bis  job  be  fraught  with  temptation? 

Your  "  Yes"  answers  to  the  otld-nurnhered  tjaestitms 
should  he  added  to  your  "  \o"  answers  to  the  even- 
numbered  ours.  The  higher  Your  store  the  more  likely 
that  your  marriage  mil  he  happy.  Three  it  rang  answers 
i  on  ItitUtc  a  it  timing,  utul  any  seore  of  Id  or  less  suggests 
llml  you  In  o  are  not  yet  ready  to  set  the  wedding  dale. 


The  Role  of  Sex  in  Marriage 

rT,HE  importance  of  the  sex  adjustment  to  married 
happiness,  though  long  pondered,  is  difficult  to 
assess  precisely.  Modern  research  techniques,  while 
uncovering  new  evidence,  are  also  emphasizing  the 
subtlety  and  complexity  of  the  problem.  For  in- 
stance, it  is  often  assumed  that  a  husband's  happiness 
in  marriage  is  more  dependent  on  sex  adjustment 
than  a  wife's;  our  recent  research  suggests  that  the 
contrary  may  be  true. 

In  individual  instances,  it  is  often  difficult  to  tell 
whether  an  inadequate  sex  adjustment  is  the  cause  or 
the  effect  of  unhappiness  in  other  aspects  of  the  mar- 
riage. And  authorities  differ  on  the  respective  respon- 
sibilities of  husband  and  wife  in  achieving  a  satisfac- 
tory sex  relationship,  on  the  relative  importance  of 
sex  and  companionship,  and  on  many  other  factors. 

Despite  these  perplexities,  it  is  abundantly  clear 
that  the  degree  of  satisfaction  found  in  the  sex  rela- 
tionship by  both  partners  is  closely  related  to  the 
total  happiness  of  the  marriage.  Similarly,  the  ability 
of  husband  and  wife  to  harmonize  their  attitudes,  not 
only  on  sex  but  on  other  matters  as  ice//,  affects  and  is 
affected  by  their  sex  adjustment. 

For  example,  we  find  that  wives  whose  sex  adjust- 
ment is  imperfect  are  likely  (more  so  than  well  ad- 
justed wives)  to  disagree  with  their  husbands  not  only 
on  sex  and  on  degree  of  demonstrativeness  but  also 
on  such  diverse  issues  as  philosophy  of  life,  tvpes  of 
recreation,  respect  for  conventionality,  and  even  on 
affected  table  manners. 

A  girl  who  is  approaching  engagement  or  marriage 
will  do  well  to  compare  her  attitudes  on  basic  ques- 
tions with  those  of  her  prospective  husband.  By  so 
doing,  she  can  gain  some  foreknowledge  of  the  modifi- 
cations that  both  she  and  her  chosen  mate — not  the 
man  alone — will  be  required  to  make  if  they  are  to 
achieve  happiness.  For  similarity  of  attitude  is  no 
less  important  than  the  attitudes  themselves.  Here 
are  some  questions  she  might  consider: 

•  Am  I  inclined  to  be  prudish? 

•  Is  the  thought  of  marital  intimacy  repellent? 

•  Was  most  of  my  sex  information  received  from 
sources  other  than  my  parents? 

•  Am  I  withdrawn,  inhibited  or  uncomfortable  with 
people? 

(  Have  my  mother's  teachings  made  me  reluctant  to 
discuss  sex  with  her,  through  fear  or  shame? 

If  your  answer  to  any  of  these  questions  is  "yes," 
it  is  vitally  important  that  you  and  your  husband  be 
well  matched  otherwise.  And  without  that  suitability, 
even  all  "no"  answers  do  not  guarantee  satisfactory 
sex  adjustment.  The  remaining  questions  will  help 
you  to  judge  how  well  matched  you  are. 

•  Are  we  equally  affectionate  and  understanding? 

•  Do  we  want  the  same  things  from  marriage? 

•  Are  his  manners  and  habits  acceptable  to  mc? 

•  Do  we  agree  on  matters  of  convention? 

•  Arc  his  interests  and  recreations  ones  1  approve? 
Mature  matrons,  too,  may  find  these  questions  re- 
vealing. Even  after  years  of  marriage,  many  a  wife 
would  find  more  satisfaction  in  SOS  if  she  realized  that 
her  attitudes,  as  well  as  her  husband's,  can  create 
difficult}  for  both. 

Do  You  igree? 

I>:n  s  On  Only  ehiltl  make  tin  mmit  a  sexual  tul- 

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sinters? 

Usually  not,  especially  if  the  child  is  a  girl.  But  the 
mother's  atlitude  is  a  mine  important  factor  than  the 

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PHOTO  BY  IIUMKACS1 


-1'AHT  IV 


" Ethically  and  legally,  I  am  allowed 
interfere  in  a  case  of  pregnancy  only  when  the  woman's  life 
woidd  be  in  jeopardy  if  allowed  to  continue." 

By  HENRY  B.  S\FFORD.  M.  D. 


IHE  two  women  who  entered  the  con- 

'  suiting  room  were  obviously  mother 
and  daughter.  The  elder  was  an  out- 
spoken person  with  ideas  of  her  own, 

the  doctor  was  presently  to  realize.  She 

lounced: 

'I'm  Mrs.  Poe.  My  daughter,  Joan, 
m't  seen  anything  for  more  than  four 
mths,  and  I  want  you  to  tell  us  why. 
is  is  August,  and  Joan  hasn't  had  a 
iod  since  .  .  .  sometime  in  March." 
'Did  that  ever  happen  before?" 
'No,  she's  never  missed  a  period  since 
:  began  before  she  was  thirteen.  Have 
1,  Joan?" 

'No,  mother,"  was  the  scarcely  audible 
ily,  followed  by  a  burst  of  tears.  The  doc- 
grasped  the  occasion  to  appraise  this 
,vest  patient.  She  was  a  more  immature 
tion  of  her  mother,  though  there  was 
thing  lacking  in  her  physical  develop- 
nt.  "Well  sexed"  was  the  doctor's  silent 
lclusion  as  he  inquired: 
'Is  there  any  reason  you  can  think  of 
iich  might  explain  your  trouble,  Joan?" 
'None  whatever." 

Mrs.  Poe  promptly  seconded:  "Oh,  I 
ow  what  you  are  getting  at,  Doctor.  No, 
it's  out— definitely  out.' 
'You  seem  very  positive,  Mrs.  Poe.  Let 
:  put  my  question  in  another  way.  Is 
;re  anything,  Joan,  that  you  have  been 
irrying  about  during  the  last  few 
mths?" 

"N-n-no,  Doctor." 

Again  Mrs.  Poe  came  to  her  daughter's 
I  with  a  sharp  challenge : ' '  What's  worry- 
;  got  to  do  with  menstruation?" 
"Oh,  it  could  have  a  great  deal  to  do  with 
"  persisted  the  doctor.  "For  instance,  I 
ve  known  a  young  woman  to  stop  men- 
uating  simply  because  she  was  fearful 
i  might  be  pregnant  when  she  had  no 
siness  to  be." 

"I've  already  told  you  you  could  forget 
at  part  of  it." 

"So  you  have,"  agreed  the  doctor  sooth- 
l\y.  "  We'll  forget  the  psychic  aspect  for 
e  present,  and  with  it  the  physiologi- 
l  " 

"What  do  you  mean  by  physiological?" 
terrjpted  Mrs.  Poe. 

"Pregnancy,  nursing,  and  the  change  of 
e." 

"Oh!" 

"When  we  have  been  able  to  eliminate 
ese  two  classes,"  resumed  the  doctor, 

pyright,  1950,  by  Henry  B.  Safford,  M.D.  This  is 
i  fourth  of  a  series  of  articles  taken  from  the  hook 
he  published  early  in  19i>l  by  Renbayle  House. 
Publishers.  Inc.  New  York,  N.  Y. 


"there  remain  as  possible  causes  certain 
acute  and  chronic  diseases,  lesions  of  the 
internal  generative  organs  with  especial  ref- 
erence to  inflammations,  operative  mutila- 
tion or  removal,  and  glandular  dysfunc- 
tion. This  girl  has  never  had  an  operation, 
has  she.  Mrs.  Poe?" 

"She's  never  been  really  sick." 

"Well,  that  leaves  the  condition  of  her 
internal  female  organs  to  be  investigated. 
You  may  come  with  her  to  the  examining 
room,  Mrs.  Poe." 

A  few  minutes  later  Mrs.  Poe  listened  at- 
tentively as  the  doctor  spoke.  "  I  find— well, 
not  much,  for  there  is  a  hymen  present, 
with  a  tiny  opening  through  which  I  am  un- 
able to  pass  an  examining  finger  " 

"I  knew  it!"  exclaimed  Mrs.  Poe. 

"There  is  no  question  about  it.  Unfortu- 
nately, I'm  unable  to  determine  much  by 
rectum.  Your  daughter  is  extremely  sensi- 
tive. Perhaps  by  examining  the  abdomen 
we  can  H'm!" 

"What  is  it.  Doctor?" 

"There  is  a  mass  here,  low  down  in  the 
pelvis.  You  can  see  it  as  I  depress  the  ab- 
dominal wall.  A  soft  mass  the  size  of  a 
large  melon." 

"Then  she  has  a  tumor?  Oh,  dear!" 

"She  has  a  tumor,  undoubtedly.  By 
'tumor'  I  mean  a  swelling— any  kind  of 
swelling.  The  question  is— what  kind  of 
tumor  is  it?" 

"What  kinds  are  there?" 

"It  could  be  either  uterine  or  ovarian." 

"Would  a  tumor  of  the  ovaries  make  her 
stop  menstruating?" 

"Certain  ovarian  tumors  might." 

"That  would  be  terribly  bad,  wouldn't 
it,  in  a  young  girl?" 

"Indeed  it  would."  The  doctor  contin- 
ued gently:  "However,  I  think  you  need 
not  worry  over  that.  Hand  me  my  stetho- 
scope, nurse." 

With  the  familiar  instrument,  the  doctor 
listened  long  and  carefully  over  the  area  in- 
volved. When  he  finally  removed  it  from 
his  ears,  he  folded  his  arms. 

"  I  have  found  the  cause  of  this  young 
woman's  trouble.  Mrs.  Poe.  your  daughter 
is  pregnant." 

If  the  doctor  had  expected  the  announce- 
ment to  be  received  with  calmness  and  res- 
ignation, he  was  due  to  be  disappointed. 

"You  are  a  fool!"  Mrs.  Poe  exclaimed. 
"I  tell  you  I  have  questioned  Joan  inti- 
mately and  she  can't  be  pregnant.  She  has 
never  had  a— ah  " 

"A  normal  intercourse,  you  mean?  I  can 
well  believe  that,  for  the  state  of  the  hymen 
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Fifty  Years  Ago 
In 

The  Journal 


MAY,  1900,  saw  the  total  eclipse 
of  the  sun,  and  a  new  song 
hit,  Strike  Up  the  Band.  At  Con- 
necticut State  Normal  School,  fif- 
teen women  students  were  sus- 
pended for  flirting. 

Writes  Editor  Bok  in  the  May,  1900, 
Journal:  "Until  a  young  man 
reaches  twenty-five  he  is  incapable 
of  the  care  and  support  of  any  girl. 
The  least  a  girl  can  do  when  she  mar- 
ries is  to  marry  a  man,  not  a  boy." 

"Impertinent  questions  about  the 
price  of  one's  clothing  or  amount 
of  one's  earnings  may  be  met  firmly 
with,  'Pardon  me,  I  prefer  not  to 
give  any  information  whatsoever 
on  this  matter.'" 

"How  to  Treat  and  Keep  a  Servant: 
Do  not  put  cracked  dishes  and  cups 
without  handles  into  the  kitchen  for  the 
servants'  table.  If  your  cook  stands  on 
her  feet  from  five  in  the  morning  until 
eleven  at  night,  with  rarely  an  hour  off 
to  rest,  give  her  a  rug  to  stand  on." 

Writes  Margaret  Sangster  about  the 
Home-Loving  Girl:  "If  she  has 
brothers,  they  are  kept  from  many 
temptations  by  so  pure  and  sweet  an 
influence.  She  helps  her  mother  with 
her  poor,  her  correspondence  and  her 
housekeeping,  uplifting  Jaer  father 
when  his  spirits  droop." 

Going  abroad:  "Do  not  take  any 
books,"  advises  Emma  M.  Hooper, 
"as  reading  is  apt  to  bring  on  sea- 
sickness." 

Dinners,  luncheons  and  teas:  "At  the 
table  the  women  remove  their  gloves  and 
lay  them  in  their  laps.  The  habit  of 
tucking  them  in  at  the  wrists  is  most 
inelegant." 

"A  new  style  of  gas  iron  has  a  gas 
burner  in  the  interior.  A  long  piece 
of  tubing  connects  the  gas  pipe  and 
the  iron.  This  iron  economizes  gas, 
time  and  strength,  for  there  is  no 
walking  back  and  forth  with  hot  and 
cold  irons." 


J0™1  about  Twn 


Gossip  about  people 
you  know, 
editors  you  like, 
and  what  goes  on 
in  Mew  York. 


FOR  a  full  year  now,  Profile  of  Youth 
has  been  giving  the  teen-agers  of 
America,  for  the  first  time,  a  voice 
of  their  own.  Not  only  have  the  parents 
of  the  country's  15,000,000  young  peo- 
ple between  14  and  18  been  listening,  and 
telling  us  about  it,  but  newspapers  all 
over  the  country  have  been  putting 
the  Journal  story  into  headlines,  and 
schools  and  colleges  have  been  bring- 
ing our  series  into  their  classrooms.  Few 
magazine  features  in  our  memory  have 
caused  such  controversy  as  this  one  has 
aroused,  or  have  spoken  out  so  plainly, 
so  understandingly.  And  when  we  talk 
here  to  the  ten  young  editors  and  writers 
on  the  staff  who  have  been  working  on 
the  series  since  the  start,  it  is  easy  to  see 
why.  For  they  happen  to  be  the  voice  of 
young  America  themselves.  Their  ages 
average  25  years,  6  months.  Teen-agers 
who  have  never  talked  right  out  of  their 
hearts  to  anyone  else  have  talked  to 
Barbara  Benson,  Maureen  Daly,  Jan 
Weyl,  Jeanne  Tracey,  Glenn  White, 
Sheila  John  Daly,  Joan  Younger,  Lois 
Witherspoon,  Eleanor  Simmons  and 
Jeanmarie  Dunn  the  way  they  talk 
to  one  another.  That's  why  Profile  of 
Youth  is  young  America  talking  to  you. 

When  Nora  O' Leary's  assistant,  Con- 
stance Burrill,  went  over  to  Gover- 
nor's Island  recently  to  take  in  the 
official  showing  of  the  new  uniforms 
that  flattie  Carnegie  designed  for 
Army  serviccwomen,  she  was  de- 
lighted not  only  to  see  how  becoming 
the  new  outfits  are — just  military 
enough — but  to  find  herself  having 
luncheon  with  a  good-looking  colonel 
and  two  civilians  who  turned  out  to 
be  Hal  lie  Carnegie's  brothers.  Connie 
asked  how  long  il  had  taken  to  de- 
velop a  whole  new  set  of  service  uni- 
forms. Well,  it  look  Miss  Carnegie 
thirty-five  minutes  lo  design  them, 
her  brothers  said,  but  lo  gel  ihcm 
approved,  it  look  the  Army  four  years. 

When  one  night  last  winter  the  entertainer 
at  the  Hammond  organ  in  Key  West's 
Bamboo  Bar  had  to  lake  time  out  for  a 


PHOTOGRAPH  BY  DOUG  STOCKS.  JR. 


mm 


Profile  of  Youth  reporters  Maureen  Daly  and  Lois  Withersjx  on  sandwich 
Cynthia  Barnes,  of  Dallas,  while  Photographer  Di  Pietro  studies  shot. 


Painter-organist  Whitcomb. 


rest,  with  the  customers  clamoring  for 
music,  who  should  volunteer  to  Jill  in  for 
him  but  one  of  the  Journal's  star  illus- 
trators, Jon  Whitcomb,  performing 
with  tremendous  success  until  the  enter- 
tainer returned  refreshed.  "I've  the  same 
sort  of  organ  outfit  in  my  studio  at  home. 
Play  il  all  the  time  between  drawings,  in 
case  you  want  to  know  what  one  illustrator 
does  when  he  isn't  working." 

They're  making  women's  stockings 
now  with  the  seam  up  thefronl.  When 
we  asked  the  company's  president, 
Roy  E.  Titles,  about  this,  he  said  he 
thought  it  was  "time  for  the  girls  to 
turn  around." 

Diamonds,  reportedly  a  "girl's  best 
friend,"  now  come  in  the  $30  size  for 
teen-agers.  .  .  .  Contrary  to  the  con- 
ventional picture,  the  Average  Amer- 
ican Male  does  like  beans,  prefers  bru- 
nettes to  blondes,  and  would  rather 
watch  a  basketball  game  than  a  foot- 
ball game,  says  one  survey.  .  .  .  The 
word  "run"  has  800  meanings,  accord- 
ing to  a  newly  published  reference  book. 
The  word  "kiss"  is  not  among  the  570 
most  commonly  used  words.  .  .  .  The 
Air  Forces  have  a  new  flying  ambulance, 
a  helicopter  which  can  hoist  injured 
victims  into  the  cabin  while  hovering 
over  land  or  water. . . .  Thirty-nine  chil- 
dren are  killed  by  accidents  every  day. 
Nearly  one  half  of  them  are  killed  in  the 
home  by  just  one  cause— carelessness  of 

parents  Of  the  26.890  persons  marked 

"mysteriously  missing"  in  New  York 
City  last  year,  96.2  per  cent  were  found 
by  the  Bureau  of  Missing  Persons.  Peak 
month  fordisappearancesisMay.  People 
just  get  restless.  .  .  .  People  live  longer 
in  Nebraska  than  in  any  other  state, 
with  Minnesota,  the  Dakotas.  Iowa, 
Kansas  and  Missouri  next  in  line.  The 
shortest  length  of  life  for  men  is  in  Ari- 
zona; for  women,  New  Mexico.  .  .  .  The 
average  man  in  the  street  uses  between 
20,000  and  30,000  words;  the  average 
college  student,  85,000;  the  average 
teen-ager,  20,000.  ...  In  a  poll  to  dis- 
cover what  people  consider  the  prime 
requisite  for  happiness,  money  came  in 
first  by  a  long  margin.  Good  health  was 
a  poor  second,  peace  finished  third,  and 
love  was  last  on  the  list  behind  wisdom 
and  raising  a  family. 


Creating  something  of  a  stir  among  the 
starlets  on  our  staff,  a  recent  visitor  to 
the  Workshop  was  handsome  John 
Derek,  his  latest  picture,  Rogues  of 


JOSEPH  DI  PIF.TRO 


Derek,  Watts  talk  horses. 

Sherwood  Forest,  just  being  previewed 
in  the  neighborhood.  Momentarily  los- 
ing sight  of  him  in  one  of  the  kitchens, 
having  some  coffee,  Helen  O'Donnell, 
of  the  Beauty  Department,  who  had 
him  in  tow,  discovered  him  deep  in 
horse  talk  with  the  dean  of  our  mail  and 
messenger  room,  Johnny  Watts,  one 
of  the  most  celebrated  jockeys  of  his 
day,  and  a  legendary  hero,  it  turned 
out,  of  John  Derek's,  a  horseman  him- 
self. "Imagine  meeting  Johnny  at  the 
Journal!"  John  exclaimed.  . .  .  "Why. 
you  meet  all  kinds  of  people  here,"  our 
Johnny  said,  "even  movie  stars,  like 
yourself." 

A  man  named  Marty  Snyder  came  in 

lo  sec  Louetla  Shouer  the  oilier  day 
with  some  boneless  turkey  lie's  pul- 
ling up  in  one-pound  packages. 

Marly    was  Eisenhower* 3    mess  scr- 

geanl  whose  wartime  cooker)  \»<>n  the 
praise  of  all  the  Vllied  royalty,  - 1  a  i  <  ■ — 
men  and  top  brass  luck)  enough  to 

taste  il.  lie  use*  <>nl\  lurkexs  of  27 
pounds  and  over,  loo  large  for  mos! 
ordinary  ovens;  removes  the  meal; 
wraps  the  dark  and  light  separately 
into  oval  shapes  sewed  up  in  sections 
of  skin,  then  roasts  il  slowl)  ami 
juicily.  We've  all  been  tasting  il.  hot 
and  cold,  and  it's  wonderful  both 
ways.  The  general,  when  Marly  took 
some  up  to  Columbia  for  him  lo  taste, 
placed  an  enthusiastic  order  as  a  daily 
feature  at  the  cocktail  hour.  He  likes 
it  better  cold. 


THE  CHILD 

WHO 
NEVER  GREW 

BY  PEARL  S.  BUCK 


I HAVE  been  a  long  time  in  making  up  my 
mind  to  write  this  story.  It  is  a  true  one, 
and  that  makes  it  hard  to  tell.  Several 
reasons  have  helped  me  to  reach  the  point 
this  morning,  after  an  hour  or  so  of  walking 
through  the  winter  woods,  when  I  have 
finally  resolved  that  the  time  has  come  for 
the  story  to  be  told.  Some  of  the  reasons 
are  in  the  many  letters  which  I  have  received 
over  the  years  from  parents  with  a  child  like 
mine.  They  write  to  ask  me  what  to  do.  When 
I  answer  I  can  only  tell  them  what  I  have 
done.  They  ask  two  things  of  me:  first,  what 
they  shall  do  for  their  children;  and,  second, 
how  shall  they  bear  the  sorrow  of  having  such 
a  child? 

The  first  question  I  can  answer,  but  the  sec^ 
ond  is  difficult  indeed,  for  endurance  of  ines- 
capable sorrow  is  something  which  has  to  be 
learned  alone.  And  only  to  endure  is  not 
enough.  Endurance  can  be  a  harsh  and  bitter 
root  in  one's  life,  bearing  poisonous  and 
gloomy  fruit,  destroying  other  lives.  Endur- 
ance is  only  the  beginning.  There  must  be 
acceptance  and  the  knowledge  that  sorrow 
fully  accepted  brings  its  own  gifts.  For  there 
is  an  alchemy  in  sorrow.  It  can  be  transmuted 
into  wisdom,  which,  if  it  does  not  bring  joy, 
can  yet  bring  happiness. 

The  final  reason  for  setting  down  this  story 
is  that  I  want  my  child's  life  to  be  of  use  in 
her  generation.  She  is  one  who  has  never 
grown  mentally  beyond  her  early  childhood, 
therefore  she  is  forever  a  child,  although  in 
years  she  is  old  enough  now  to  have  been 
married  and  to  have  children  of  her  own — 
my  grandchildren  who  will  never  be. 

Copyright,  1950,  by  The  Training  School  at  Vineland,  New  Jersey 


The  first  cry  from  my  heart,  when  I  knew 
that  she  would  never  be  anything  but  a  child, 
was  the  age-old  cry  that  we  all  make  before 
inevitable  sorrow:  "Why  must  this  happen  to 
me?"  To  this  there  could  be  no  answer  and 
there  was  none.  When  I  knew  at  last  that 
there  could  never  be  an  answer,  my  own  re- 
solve shaped  into  the  determination  to  make 
meaning  out  of  the  meaningless,  and  so  pro- 
vide the  answer,  though  it  was  of  my  own 


THE  QUIET  ONE 

By  Hannah  Kabn 

You  who  are  always  a  child, 

Who  finger  delight 
With  the  innocent  rapture  that 
speaks 

From  lime  out  of  sight. 

For  you  enchantment  is  held 

By  a  bird  or  a  mole. 
Not  questioning  whether  the  part 

Is  part  of  the  whole. 

You  in  whose  eyes  there  is  peace, 

Whom  lime  does  not  reach. 
Give  more,  giving  love,  giving  light, 

Without  sound,  without  speech. 

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making.  I  resolved  that  my  child,  whose  natu- 
ral gifts  were  obviously  unusual,  even  though 
they  were  never  to  find  expression,  was  not  to 
be  wasted.  If  she  could  not  make  the  contri- 
bution she  should  have  made  to  her  genera- 
tion through  her  genius  for  music,  if  her 
healthy  body  was  never  to  bear  fruit,  if  her 
strong  energies  were  not  to  be  creatively 
used,  then  the  very  facts  of  her  condition, 
her  existence  as  it  was  and  is  today,  must  be 


of  use  to  human  beings.  In  one  way,  if  not 
the  other,  her  life  must  count.  To  know  that 
it  was  not  wasted  might  assuage  what  could 
not  be  prevented  or  cured. 

This  resolve  did  not  come  to  me  immedi- 
ately. I  grew  toward  it,  but  once  I  had  reached 
it  I  have  held  to  it  through  all  the  years  of  her 
life.  I  have  let  it  work  in  quiet  ways,  dreading 
the  cold  eyes  of  the  curious.  Now,  today,  I 
will  forget  those  whom  I  dread,  who,  after  all, 
are  very  few.  I  will  remember  the  many  who 
are  kind,  who  will  understand  *my  purpose  in 
telling  this  story,  who  will  want  to  help  to  ful- 
fill this  purpose  because  it  is  their  purpose  too. 

I  am  always  moved,  with  grateful  wonder, 
by  the  goodness  of  people.  For  the  few  who 
are  prying  or  meanly  critical,  for  the  very 
few  who  rejoice  in  the  grief  of  others,  there 
are  the  thousands  who  arc  kind.  I  have  come 
to  believe  that  the  natural  human  heart  is 
good,  and  I  have  observed  that  this  goodness 
is  found  in  all  varieties  of  people,  and  that  it 
can  and  does  prevail  in  spite  of  other  corrup- 
tions. This  human  goodness  alone  provides 
hope  enough  for  the  world. 

I  have  sometimes  wondered,  as  the  years 
passed,  whether  the  moment  would  come 
when  I  might  feel  that  my  purpose  for  my 
child  must  include  the  telling  of  her  story.  I 
dreaded  this,  and  do  dread  it.  Nevertheless,  the 
time  has  come.  For  there  is  afoot  in  our  country 
a  great  new  movement  to  help  all  children  like 
her.  It  is  too  late,  of  course,  for  her  to  be  helped, 
but  it  is  not  too  late  for  many  little  ones,  and 
surely  for  others  yet  to  be  born.  For  we  are  be- 
ginning to  understand  the  importance  and  the 
significance  of  the  mentally  retarded  person  >n 
our  human  society.  (Continued  on  Page  146) 


most  one  person  in  every  hundred  is 
intally  retarded,  and  of  these  the  majority 
i  retarded  from  noninherited  causes, 
professional  model  posed  for  this  illustration. 


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This,  friends,  is  the  true  case  of  Christy  S.— 


HE  last  notes  of  I  Can't  Get  Started  bounced  sadly  off  the  back  walls 
of  the  Topaze  Club,  echoed  eerily  once  or  twice  and  died  away. 
Christy  Sommers  put  his  trumpet  slowly  down  until  the  bell  rested 
0  on  his  right  knee,  like  a  high-school  kid  holding  his  diploma,  and 
peered  gloomily  out  into  the  beery  cavern.  You  wouldn't  exactly  say  the  place 
was  empty,  but  the  sailor  kissing  the  girl  at  the  far  table  in  the  corner  had 
very  few  souls  present  to  admire  his  technique.  The  barkeep,  four  waiters  and 
Christy  Sommers'  six-piece  band. 

'  This  is  not  a  bad  joint,"  he  said  defensively,  to  nobody  in  particular 
"There  is  nothing  wrong  with  this  joint  that  a  few  customers  wouldn't  set 
right." 

Mike  Miller  half  turned  on  the  piano  stool  and  eyed  Christy  speculatively. 
"Can  we  quote  you  on  that?"  he  asked  with  a  tired  sarcasm.  "Is  that  your 
full,  considered  opinion?  I  mean,  are  you  sure  you've  given  enougb  time  i 
to  the  problem?" 

Christy  got  up  and  set  his  sights  on  the  bar.  "No  insubordination,"  he 
said.  "I'm  the  leader  of  this  collection  of  musical  misfits  and  I  demand 
respect." 

"Go  soak  your  head,"  Mike  said. 

The  leader  of  the  band  sighed  and  made  his  way  through  the  barren 
no  man's  land  of  empty  tables  to  the  bar.  It  was  a  little  after  midnight 
and  Bill  Connolly,  who  worked  the  south  end  of  the  mahogany,  had 
just  come  back  from  a  sandwich  in  the  kitchen.  He  drew  a  small 
beer  silently  and  placed  it  in  front  of  Christy.  Christy  sipped  it 
meditatively  and  looked  at  his  benefactor. 

"What  is  it,  Bill?"  he  said  mournfully.  "Why  don't  they  come?" 

Bill,  never  a  man  to  stand  when  he  could  sit,  drew  a  book- 
keeper's stool  along  the  ridged  wooden  flooring  behind  the  bar  and 
eased  his  fat  frame  onto  it.  "Remember  nineteen  thirty-eight?" 
he  said  wistfully.  "And  nineteen  thirty-nine?  And  nineteen 
forty?  We  had  the  joint  packed  from  eight-thirty  P.M.  to  closing 
time  and  Joe  Franzioli  had  the  best  racket  of  any  headwaiter  in 
town.  You  couldn't  get  near  a  table  unless  you  slipped  him 
at  least  a  deuce." 

Christy  nodded.  "And  I  had  exactly  the  same  band  then 
that  I  got  now,"  he  said.  "Only  Schultz  on  drums  instead  of 
Jackson,  and  that's  an  improvement.  You  hear  us  good  all 
the  time.  Bill.  Has  something  happened?  Are  we  lousy  now?" 

"You  play  the  best  jazz  in  New  York  City,"  Connolly 
said,  not  especially  flatteringly  but  just  as  if  he  were  stating 
a  fact  selected  at  random  from  the  World  Almanac. 

Christy  snorted.  "What  is  it  then?  Where  the  Sam 
Hill  are  the  customers?"  (Continued  on  Page  128)  J 

II.  LUHTKATKU     BY      A  I.  PARKER 


nusician  first,  lover  second^ 


37 


j-  >  j-  j, 


r 


i 


(7*e  sawi). 


^intZ  t/iis  is  Martha.  Th\  bop  singer.  The  cool  one.  whose  whole  li  fe  is  wrapped  up  in  a  bippety  number.  Who  is 


con  tenerezza 


lieentv-one. 


38 


By  JAN  VALTIN 


MARTIN  HELM*  a  tugboat  captain  working  for  the 
victors  in  a  German  city,  felt  neither  hope  nor  despair 
in  the  life  that  the  end  of  the  war  had  brought  him.  He 
tried  to  ignore  the  cynicism  of  Marianne,  with  whom 
he  shared  a  meager  room  and  more  meager  affec- 
tion. For  Marianne,  his  childhood  sweetheart,  was 
half  mad  with  defeat  and  self-pity  at  the  loss  of  one 
beautiful  leg.  It  was  Lisa,  a  Latvian  girl  wanted  by 
the  communists  for  some  mysterious  offense,  who 
brought  him  faith  and  hope  at  last.  He  offered  her  his 
bed  at  Marianne's,  but  Marianne,  envious  of  Lisa's 
\  ( 'u  th  and  beauty,  would  not  stand  for  the  insult  of  the 
girl's  presence.  "She  kept  saying,  'Two  whole  legs, 
two  whole  legs.'  Then  she  drove  me  out  of  the  house," 
Lisa  told  Martin  when  she  found  him  alone  in  his 
cabin. 

She  told  him,  too,  of  her  father,  murdered  by  the 
communists,  and  her  brother,  who  had  become  a 
skilled  and  righteous  murderer  with  the  Latvian 
guerrillas — activities  which  had  put  a  price  on  his 
head.  Her  mother  and  sister  were  killed  on  a  forced 
march  into  Germany,  a  torturous  trip  of  rape  and 
privation  which  only  Lisa  survived. 

With  forged  identification  papers,  Martin  arranged 
to  have  himself  approved  by  the  American  authori- 
ties as  Lisa's  guardian.  She,  with  a  new  feeling  of 
freedom  and  security,  set  about  cleaning  out  the 
shell  of  Martin  s  old  home,  so  that  they  might  re- 
build and  live  in  it  together.  Their  shared  life  seemed 
orderly  and  contented  until,  back  on  the  tug,  a  deck- 
hand told  Martin  a  detective  had  been  looking  for 
him. 

"AmenCM  or  German?"  Martin  asked. 

7*     Cup>riKlit,  I «).-.<),  I,>  Iti.  Iiar.l  J.  Kr.-U.  ★ 


"German."  TLPe  deckhand  regarded  his  captain 
with  hidden  maVce-  want  you  ri§ht  away 

at  the  Police  He 
eighteen." 


f  I  M1E  woman  secretar 


in  Room  418  told  Martin  to 

I  •    4-u         •  i  "\  He  paced  the  corridor.  Po- 

X  wait  m  the  corridor. I  r 

i-      it    j       t  i%ssus  of  vellow  brick,  had 

lice  Headquarters,  a  cul(i% 

come  through  the  war  unda._ 

TL        ii    i   .  .i     j^fcrs  were  covered  with 

I  he  walls  between  the  doc^L; 

Placards  decree- 


posters.  Anti-black-market  poste 
ing  a  campaign  for  the  exterminatio, 
nouncement  about  the  issuance  of  sp 
city  officials.  A  directive  to  arrest 
butchered  livestock  without  permission, 
mation  about  hangings  in  Nuremberg 
citizens — threats. 


f  rats.  An  an- 
,cial  rations  to 
asants  who 
procla- 


Martin  walked  toward  Room  418. 

The  receptionist  sat  at  a  table  near  the  windo\ 
Martin  remained  standing.  Nobody  asked  him  to  sit 
down.  The  man  who  eyed  him  across  a  desk  was  a 
German. 

"Kapitan  Helm?" 

"Yes." 

"I  am  Oberkriminalsekretar  Kurz." 
Martin  clasped  his  hands  behind  his  back.  He  did 
not  like  the  man's  voice,  nor  his  small,  flat  ears. 
"Your  address?"  said  Kurz. 
"Tugboat  Sinus,  Hercules  Towing  Company." 
"Age?" 
"Thirty-four." 


"Prof 


rolession 


"Master  mariner. 


(Continued  on  J 'age  7-1) 


I  I.  I.  v  n  T  H  A  T  K  l>    H  V    ■  A  DOOM     «  U  It  II  II  I. 


40 


II v  VAL  TEAL 


IT  seems  like  that  whole  spring  long  there  were  only  two  things 
went  on  in  our  house:  mother  trying  to  wake  up  Doorbell,  and 
everyone  searching  for  the  stamp  books.  They  both  happened 
to  us  the  same  day.  It  was  the  first  warm  day  with  .clear  sky  and  wind; 
weather  that  makes  you  want  to  run  and  shout.  Mother  opened  the 
door  for  me  and  then  she  stood  there  a  minute  with  her  arms  folded 
in  her  apron,  breathing  deep  of  the  good  fresh  air. 

"Isn't  spring  wonderful?"  she  said.  "Why  don't  we  ever  go  to  the 
farm  in  the  spring?  Just  think,  we'd  see  things  starting  to  wake  up  and 
grow  and  baby  animals.  Spring  is  really  the  very  best  time  of  the  year!" 

Father  turned  a  page  of  the  newspaper.  He  sat  up  on  the  edge  of  his 
chair  to  get  it  straightened  out  and  folded.  "I  seem  to  recall,"  he  said, 
working  away  at  the  paper,  "someone  that  sounded  just  like  mother 
saying  not  so  many  months  ago  that  winter  was  the  very  best  time  of 
the  year  and  couldn't  we  go  home  for  Christmas." 

Mother  said,  "Well,  it  was  best  then.  Every  season  is  best  when  it 
comes.  God's  so  clever  about  weather,"  she  said.  "Every  season  is  the 
most  wonderful  one  when  it  comes  and  then  when  you  begin  to  get 
sick  and  tired  of  it,  up  pops  a  new  season  that's  even  more  wonderful 
than  the  one  you've  been  having.  Whv  don't  wetakea  trip  to  the  farm?" 

Father  had  the  paper  fixe  I.  He  settled  back  in  his  chair  and  put  his 
feet  up  again.  "Well,  since  you  ask,"  he  said,  "there  are  several  rea- 
sons. One  of  them  is  a  little  matter  of  March  fifteenth.  The  others  are 
all  about  money  too." 

"If  only  the  Government  was  as  smart  as  the  weather,"  mother 
said.  "Imagine.  Income  tax  in  the  spring.  Taxes  should  come  in  the 
iall  when  people  are  in  the  mood  for  storing  up  and  settling  down. 


Spring  is  the  time  for  a  spending  spree.  Just  think,  Roger,"  she  said. 
"Easter  on  the  farm.  Baby  lambs  and  little  chicks,  real  ones,  and  baby 
ducks  and  stuff.  It's  like  a  magic  wand  passed  over  the  country  in 
spring,  making  it  wake  up  and  smile  and  stretch  and  " 

"That's  right,"  father  sa*id.  He  put  down  the  paper  and  sat  looking 
out  the  window  at  the  long  willow  branches  flipping  around  in  the 
wind.  "In  the  country,  Easter  doesn't  mean  new  clothes,"  he  said, 
"and  whose  hat  is  the  prettiest  and  having  dinner  in  a  restaurant  and 
parading  in  your  outfit.  In  the  country  Easter  is  an  awakening.  I  re- 
member when  I  was  a  boy  I  thought  just  that.  I  was  coming  home  from 
Sunday  school  on  Easter  morning.  I  was  alone  and  I  crossed  the 
meadow  to  our  house  and  that's  what  I  thought.  The  fields  that  had 
been  black  and  dead  were  bright  green  with  rows  of  winter  wheat.  The 
ground  of  the  meadow  was  alive  and  springy.  The  leaf  buds  on  the 
maples  along  the  fence  were  just  bursting — pale  green — like  lots  of 
little  moths.  The  sun  was  warm  and  there  was  a  soft  little  warm  wind 
that  made  the  trees  kind  of  murmur,  and  I  imagined  it  was  God 
talking  to  the  earth  and  saying,  'Come  on,  come  on,  you  can  make 
it.  Come  on,  wake  up.'" 

Mother  had  been  on  her  way  to  the  kitchen.  She'had  stopped  in 
the  doorway  watching  father.  "Roger!"  she  said.  "That's  beautiful! 
I  didn't  know  you  were  such  a  thoughtful,  poetic  youngster." 

"It  was  the  day,  I  guess,"  father  said,  still  looking  out  the  win- 
dow. "I  stopped  in  the  barn.  It  had  been  dark  and  musty  and  full 
of  sleepy,  chewing  animals  all  winter,  and  that  day  it  was  alive  with 
sunshine  and  there  was  a  baby  calf  feeling  frisky.  I  let  it  and  its 
mother  out  into  the  meadow  and  then  I  went      (Continued  on  V age  222) 


ILLVSTHAT  V.  1>     B  1  coin 


II  I  T  HOB  E 


'OUR  LIVES  WERE  PLANNED  TO  CONTINUE  AS  USUAL- 
DESPITE  BUZZ  BOMBS  AND  BOMBERS."  by  Marion  Crawford 

Former  Royal  (ioirrness 


For  five  years  of  war,  Marion  Crawford  was  in  charge  of  Princesses  Eliza- 
beth and  Margaret  Rose.  Crawfie  had  been  their  governess  since  Lilibet 
was  five,  and  thus  when  German  bombers  made  London  dangerous,  the 
King  and  Queen  placed  the  girls  in  Crawfie 's  trusted  hands  at  Windsor 
Castle,  while  they  remained  in  war-torn  London. 

(jjU  RINCESS  ELIZABETH  did  her  first  broadcast  to  the  children 
/  of  England  in  those  distressing  days  of  1940  when  families 
were  being  torn  apart  and  every  village  and  country  town  was 
full  of  poor  homesick  little  children  longing  for  mummie.  Both  Lilibet 
and  Margaret  were  themselves  evacuated  to  what  was  called  "a 
house  in  the  country,"  so  they  knew  something  of  the  general 
breakup  of  familiar  home  life,  and  it  was  decided  that  Lilibet  should 
speak  to  other  children  herself. 

She  was  so  good  about  the  endless  rehearsals  we  had  to  have  to  get 
the  breathing  and  phrasing  right.  It  was  a  long  and  tedious  business  for 
a  little  girl.  She  read  her  speech  several  times  to  mummie  and  papa. 
Though  royal  speeches  in  general  are  more  or  less  mapped  out  before- 
hand from  a  policy  point  of  view,  a  great  deal  is  put  in  by  the  family 
themselves,  and  the  Queen  especially  has  that  rather  sweet  human 

World  copyright.  1950.  The  Curtis  Publishing  Co.  No  portion 
of  this  may  be  reprinted  without  special  written  permission. 


touch  which  is  so  helpful  in  making  these  occasions  sound  intimate 
rather  than  purely  official. 

Lilibet  herself  put  in  several  phrases  that  were  quite  her  own,  and 
everyone  who  heard  this  particular  speech  will  remember  the  most 
spontaneous  and  amusing  end.  Lilibet,  always  anxious  to  bring  her 
small  sister  forward,  said,  "Come,  Margaret,  say  good  night,"  and  a 
small  clear  voice  piped  in  rather  pompously,  "Good  night,  children." 

A  BBC  official  came  down  to  superintend  the  broadcast.  From  the 
letters  that  came  in  afterward,  it  was  plain  that  a  great  many  grownups 
as  well  as  children  had  listened  in,  and  found  the  experience  a  very 
touching  one. 

After  another  of  Elizabeth's  broadcasts  Queen  Man-  wrote  me: 

Badminton,  Gloucestershire, 
26th  February  1941 

Dear  Miss  Crawford:  .  .  .  My  one  grief  is  that  I  am  so  far  away  from  my 
family  and  am  not  able  therefore  to  see  my  dear  granddaughter?  for  we  have 
not  met  since  last  May.  I  know  I  should  find  a  vast  difference  in  them,  in  all 
kinds  of  ways. 

Prss.  Elizabeth's  broadcast  was  excellent  and  moved  me  to  tears,  so  natural 
and  unaffected. 

I  am  so  sorry  to  hear  of  all  the  trouble  and  anxiety  you  have  had  with 
regard  to  your  stepfather's  affairs.  I  agree  with  you  t hat  it  would  be  so  much 
better  were  people  who  are  old  and  ill  to  pass  quietly  awa\  without  lingering 
on  to  be  a  burden  to  themselves  and  to  their  family.  My  poor  bid  (Grandmother, 


COMBINE  STUDIO  LISA  PHOTO 


Lilibet  was  only  14  when  she  was  asked  to  broadcast  to  other  British  children  Margaret  was  always  pea-green  with  nervousness  on  days  girls  did  their 
suffering — like  herself — from  war  worries.  She  rehearsed  endlessly,  added  pantomimes.  Lilibet  was  calm  until  night  Philip  showed  up  unexpectedly, 
her  own  touches,  included  Margaret.  Thev  moved  Queen  Mary,  others,  to  tears.         then  was  excited,  blushing  and  full  of  a  sparkle  no  one  had  seen  before. 


id  reunion  at  Buckingham  Palace,  1942.  War  worries 
»er  mentioned  ichen  thev  had  a  chance  to  be  together. 


Lilibet  and  Margaret  worked,  played  together 
(here,  first-aid  test),  but  Lilibet  sometimes  had 
a  "frenzy  of  nerves"  at  Margaret's  mischief. 


King  and  Queen  had  narrow  escape  when  b 
hit  palace,  shattered  Crawfie's  bedroom,  s- 
ming  pool,  just  missed  parlor  where  they  1 


King  made  Lilibet  a  colonel  in  Grenadier  Guards  as  part  of  her 
education;  she  took  it  so  seriously  a  major  warned:  "A  really 
good  officer  must  be  able  to  temper  justice  with  mercy." 


I'LL  HAVE  TO  TRY  TO  BE  GOOD, WON' 


CRAWFIE?"  LILIBET  SAID  SOFTLY. 


Philip  was  member  of  Greek  royal  fam- 
ily but  looked  like  a  \  iking.  First  time 
Lilibet  met  him,  he  was  great  show-off; 
second  time,  Crawfie  said  his  manners 
and  charm  left  nothing  to  be  desired. 


COMBINE 


l.i  KOI'l-.A  s 


l he  Duchess  of  Cambridge,  who  lived  till  92,  had  been  partially  paralised  for 
15  vears  before  her  death! 

Once  again  I  thank  you  for  your  letter  and  for  the  kind  things  you  say 
about  me.  Do  write  from  time  to  time  as  I  do  like  to  hear,  and  believe  me. 

Yours  verv  sincerely. 


When  the  Princesses  were  small,  and  up  to  the  ages  of  fifteen  or 
sixteen,  their  clothes  were  the  essence  of  simplicity.  They  wore  cotto 
dresses  in  gav  colors.  I  remember  they  both  had  pale  mauve  linen  turn", 
dresses  with  dainty  organdy  blouses,  and  pink  dresses  of  the  same  pat? 
tern.  They  were  dressed  alike  for  many  years  in  plain  tweeds,  pale  blue 
or  gray;  twin  sweater  jumpers,  kilted  skirts  for  Scotland,  plain  Jager 
coats,  tweed  coats  and  berets,  and  white  cotton  socks. 

Their  pajamas  were  very  simple.  Or  they  had  little  rosebud- 
llowered  nightdresses  which  were  easy  to  wash. 

Lilibet  was  alwa\s  too  serious-minded  to  pla\  practical  joke-  .in  I 
never  failed  to  consider  what  the  Icclings  ot  the  people  would  be  il 
an  v  thing  of  this  sort  were  to  be  plascd  on  1 1  inn.  I 'crimps  she  longed  I" 
do  il  a!  moments,  bill  Margaret  and  I  always  had  to  urge  her  to  do  an\  • 
thing  mischievous  like  remo\  ing  the  broom  from  the  gardener's  barrow 

al  \\  indflor  Castle  and  biding  it  among  the  bushes. 


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Lilibet  liked  Philip  from 
day  they  met;  but  during 
war  she  did  have  a  school- 
girl crush  on  a  gentle,  po- 
;tic  and  handsome  officer. 


Margaret  and  I  were  very  given  to  practical  jokes,  and  we  each 
egged  the  other  on  to  play  them.  We  would  laugh  to  see  the  man  look- 
ing vaguely  around,  knowing  he  had  put  his  brush  there,  then  look  in 
astonishment  into  the  barrow.  We  then  became  rather  ashamed,  and 
I  would  say,  "We  really  must  go  and  show  him  where  it  is,"  but 
Margaret  would  say;  "We  can't.  He  must  find  it." 

I  think  that  particular  old  gardener  got  to  know  our  habits  and  kept 
a  very  keen  eye  open.  If  anything  disappeared,  he  knew  he  had  only  to 
look  around  the  nearest  bush  to  find  it. 

Lilibet  was  always  ashamed  of  us  on  these  occasions  and  walked 
away  rather  pink  in  the  face.  She  laughed  to  see  what  was  going  on, 
but  did  not  want  to  be  party  to  anything  of  the  sort  in  any  way. 

At  Windsor  Castle  during  the  war  we  always  longed  to  ring  the 
alarm  bell  on  the  terrace.  It  was  supposed  to  be  rung  only  by  the  ser- 
geant. When  the  bell  was  rung,  it  brought  out  the  whole  guard  all  over 
the  palace.  Margaret  and  I  put  Lilibet  into  a  freqzy  of  nerves  by  open- 
ing the  door  to  the  little  box.  We  would  touch  the  bell  but  not  press 
it,  whereupon  she  would  rush  into  the  castle  with  the  dogs  and  say, 
"You  can't  do  it.  You  can't  do  it!" 

However,  Margaret  and  I  never  had  the  nerve  really  to  bring  out 
the  whole  guard;  that  would  have  been  something  with  which  the 
King  would  have  had  to  deal. 

One  day  the  major  in  charge,  who  had,  I  think,  seen  us  doing  this 
and  knew  what  we  wanted  to  do,  said  to  us,  "You  may,  if  you  like,  ring 
it  any  morning  you  like  this  week,  just  offhand.  You  can  do  it,  be- 
cause this  is  the  week  for  practicing  the  bringing  out  of  the  guard  to 
see  how  quickly  they  can  assemble."  (Continued  on  Page  202) 


Margaret's  letter  also  noted 
that  on  Christmas  night 
girls  rolled  back  carpet, 
turned  on  phonograph, 
"danced  until  1  o'clock." 


Crawfie  (under  cart),  Lilibet  with  headstrong 
pony  Hans,  dogs  Crackers,  Jane.  "Do  you  think 
we're  being  too  happy?"  girls  asked  Crawfie. 


WINDSOR  CASTLE  . 


^  ®    LAj<5-v^  *v_»x>-e/L 

^<^«(_     v^cytA.       Kaj^s.     A    -£^fif>^\    y.>VvlV>  S 

^  *^    ^  cL^va^v 

4BDST  "5  f  jiVf^  ~Jtu*i\ 

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Since  I  hey  have  hecn  reading  The  Little  Princesses, 
many  Journal  readers  have  been  asking  why  democratic— now  partly  Socialistic- 
England  should  continue  to  prefer  her 
ancient  institution  of  hereditary  kings  and  queens  to  the  modern  system  of  government 
under  an  elected  head.  We  asked  a  brilliant  Englishman  to  answer  this  question  for  us.  We  disagree 
with  some  of  the  things  he  says  in  the  following  article,  but  it  does 
make  clear  to  us,  and,  we  hope,  to  our  readers,  that  the  English  people  feel  about  their 
monarchy  about  as  deeply  and  strongly  as  we  feel  about  our  republic, 
and  that  they  are  no  more  likely  to  exchange  their  scheme  of  government  for  ours  than  we  are 

likely  to  change  ours  for  theirs.— Erf. 


THE  readers  of  the  Ladies'  Home  Journal  who  have  been 
following  the  fascinating  story  Miss  Marion  Crawford  tells 
of  the  girlhood  of  tw  o  "Little  Princesses"  can  hardly  have  failed 
to  speculate  a  little  about  the  nature  of  the  regal  position  for 
which  they,  and  especially  the  elder  of  them,  are  being  trained. 
If  there  is  one  overmastering  purpose  in  the  training  of  our 
heiress  presumptive,  it  has  been  to  keep  her  sensitive  and  re- 
sponsive to  the  temper  of  her  people,  and  yet  at  the  same  time 
capable  of  standing  as  a  link  of  continuity  between  their  past, 
their  present  and  their  future.  Turn  the  pages  of  Miss  Crawford's 
stor)  and  you  will  have  a  glimpse  of  the  interplay  of  these  twro 
ever-present  but  ever-varying  factors. 

Look  especially  at  the  pictures.  Most  of  them  show  the  happy- 
go-lucky  life  of  two  quite  ordinary  little  girls,  like  a  thousand 
others  who  have  been  born  to  comfort  but  not  to  luxury.  Here 
they  are.  playing  with  their  dolls,  scampering  on  their  ponies, 
rolling  on  the  ground  with  their  dogs,  swimming,  bicycling, 
visiting  the  zoo. 

Later  on — but  perhaps  the  episode  lies  beyond  Miss  Craw- 
ford s  range — we  shall  see  the  elder  grown  into  a  young  woman 
in  khaki,  miserably  stranded  with  her  lorry  (in  American. 

truck  )  broadside  on  across  a  country  road,  and  helpless  in  face 
of  the  approaching  policeman  with  his  inevitable  demand,  "  'Ere. 
what  d'yer  think  you're  doing?"  ("I  couldn't  tell  him,"  she 
said  afterward,  "because  I  didn't  know.  But'"  —  triumphantly — 
"he  never  recognized  me.")  I  myself  remember  watching  her, 
when  she  was  twenty,  cheerfully  scrambling  up  a  granite  hill- 
side in  Africa  in  her  stocking  feet,  because,  like  any  other  well- 
conducted  daughter,  she  had  handed  over  her  own  shoes  when 
her  mother's  heels  broke  down. 

Here  is  the  record  of  a  perfectly  ordinary  growing  up.  Bui 
here  and  there  among  Miss  Crawford's  photographs  there  are 
pictures  of  another  sort.  We  see  our  little  girls  saluted  by  im- 
posing  figures  in  the  antique  scarlet  and  bearskins  of  the  British 
Household  Brigade.  They  are  driving  in  slate  processions  among 
cheering  Crowds.  They  are  walking  in  velvet  robes  and  coronets 
under  (retted  medieval  vaults.  And  we  are  reminded  that  the 


day  will  come  when  this  same  child,  whom  we  have  seen  romp- 
ing with  her  terriers,  will  sit  on  a  chair  fashioned  six  hundred 
years  ago,  while  an  archbishop  gorgeously  appareled  touches 
her  brow  with  consecrated  oil,  murmuring  the  while  words  of 
vast  and  mysterious  import,  sets  on  her  head  a  glory  of  gold  and 
gems,  and  prays  at  last,  "The  Lord  Almighty,  whose  ministers  we 
are  and  the  stewards  of  His  mysteries,  establish  your  Throne  in 
righteousness,  that  it  may  stand  fast  for  ever  more,  like  as  the 
sun  before  Him.  and  as  the  faithful  witness  in  heaven." 

There  is  the  contrast  and  the  paradox  at  the  heart  of  the 
British  monarchy.  The  ordinary  man  or  woman;  the  extraor- 
dinary position  and  the  tremendous  charge.  You  cannot  under- 
stand the  monarchy  until  you  appreciate  that  the  ordinariness 
of  the  one  is  as  important  as  the  extraordinariness  of  the  other. 

Having  read  Miss  Crawford's  memoirs,  you  will  recognize  that 
this  truth  is  very  keenly  appreciated  by  our  present  royal  family 
themselves,  for  you  will  see  with  what  elaborate  care  they  have 
insisted  that  the  singular  destiny  lying  ahead  of  their  daughters 
shall  not  be  allowed  to  deflect  their  growth  and  make  them  other 
than  normal  girls  of  their  generation. 

Moreover,  unless  you  understand  the  monarchy  you  will  not 
understand  England.  This  ancient  panoply  of  kingship  is  not  an 
old-fashioned  and  superfluous  ornament  worn  as  a  sort  of  mask 
over  the  features  of  twentieth-century  real  life.  It  has  been 
shaped  by  the  people  as  an  intimate  expression  of  their  thoughts 
and  feelings;  its  reactions  upon  them  and  their  reactions  upon  it 
are  the  very  stuff  of  their  national  existence,  and  if  it  were 
taken  from  them  they  would  become  a  fundamentally  different 
people. 

The  essential  idea  of  monarchy,  as  we  understand  it  in  mod- 
ern England,  is  just  this:  that  we  set  the  ordinary  man  in  the 
most  exalted  place  of  all,  and  require  the  extraordinary  men  to 
bow  down  and  acknowledge  themselves  his  servants. 

The  accredited  head  of  vour  society  is  the  most  eminent 
political  leader  of  the  day.  The  head  of  our  society  is  not  a 
politician  at  all.  except  in  the  sense  thai  each  of  us,  in  these 
days  of  universal  suffrage,  has  to  {Continued  on Pagi  213} 


All  of  modern  life's  amenities  seem  to  me,  a 
lefenseless  father,  to  stand  naked  when  our  daughter 
(hones  long  distance,  collect,  from  college  to  apolo- 
gize for  the  letters  she  hasn't  written  and  to  ask  for 


lonev. 


The  man  next  door  confides  that  when  he  KNOWS 
\e"s  right  in  an  argument  with  his  wife,  he  feels  he  can 
(ford  to  shut  up  like  a  clam.  "Those  are  the  only  ones  I 
in. "  he  brags. 


I  estimate  there  are  about  three  babies  a  v  ear 
l.orn  in  our  square  block.  They  make  their  bow  to 
he  neighborhood  in  baby  buggies  within  three 
Leeks,  and  the  neighbors'  unanimous  opin- 
hn  always  is  the  same:  "That  IS  a  baby." 

v 

We  had  quite  a  debate  about  world  gov- 
rnment  at  our  Longfellow  School  PTA 
ecently.  A  matron  spoke  highly  of  her  an- 
cestor who  fought  in  the  War  of  1776.  and  a 
oung  man  warned  us  darkly  of  the  War  ol 
1976.  and  then  she  called  him  a  pink. 


"I  kept  truck  all  winter."  says  Betty 
\Comfort.  giving  her  tulips  a  hypodermic. 
\'and  noticed  the  diaper-wash  truck  got 
through  first  after  every  deep  snow,  even 
when  the  garbage  men  were  two  days  late." 

Other  people's  kids  always  say  cleverer 
things  than  ours.  But  I  rather  admired  our 
[10-year-old  when  we  were  boxing  the  other 
evening  and  I  told  him  to  relax  and  enjoy 
himself.  "What  seem's  the  matter?"  he  de- 
manded. "Is  it  later  than  I  think?" 


There's 
a  ]y[an 

in  the 
PJouse 

By  HARLAN  MILLER 


77  -i 


Mv  dream  girl  keeps  track  in  the  back  of  her  diar\ 
of  the  birthdays  and  wedding  anniversaries  of  dozens 
of  our  friends.  But  she  has  one  awful  time  remember- 
ing which  vegetables  our  kids  do  and  don't  like. 


Our  most  fashionable  neighbor  has  launched  a  ruth- 
less campaign  to  reduce  her  husband's  waistline  by  four 
inches.  But  he  complains  that  she  kicks  up  to  a  greater  fuss 
when  he  eats  a  25-caloric  cracker  than  when  he  toys  with 
a  200-calnrie  Planters  Punch. 

This.  [Ve  sworn,  is  the  \  ear  we'll  eat  at  leaSl 
100  meals  outdoors  in  our  little  brick-w  ailed  garden, 
but  the  rest  of  the  family  is  doubtful.  Thev  insist 
*  I'll  have  to  be  serener  when  a  bumblebee 
lights  on  mv  pancakes. 

"> 

Some  of  our  wide-awake  townsfolk  who 
removed  their  front  porches  in  a  burst  of 
fashionabieness  are  now  replacing  'em  with 
aluminum  summcrhouses  in  the  liack  yard. 
They  keep  out  the  bugs  Ix'tter.  but  aren't  as 
good  for  neighborhood  reconnaissance. 


Mv  radio-alarm  clock  that's  supposed 
to  wake  me  up  with  music  isn't  working  out 
too  perfectly.  More  than  half  the  time  I'm 
aroused  by  some  raspy  commercial  for  fer- 
tilizer, or  a  pessimistic  guess  about  the 
weather. 

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In  the  neighborhood  games  of  workv- 
up  and  one-old-cal  one  rule's  exactl)  the 
same  as  when  I  was  a  boy:  the  bigger  boys 
with  the  louder  voices  seem  to  bat  most  of 
the  time. 


7' re  made  my  vow  this  spring  and  I  wont  break  it 
no  matter  what  my  legal  consort  says:  If  I  can  t  grow 
grass  in  the  ten  feet  of  lawn  north  of  the  house  I'm  going 
to  cover  it  with  gravel — or  pave  it. 

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There's  onlv  one  woman  in  our  town  who's  e\  er 
argued  indignantly  with  the  tax  assessor  when  he 
assessed  her  household  furniture  at  only  $225 — and 
she's  a  college  graduate. 


<0 

I'm  still  skeptical  about  the  sanguine  claims  that 
TV  will  keep  the  young  people  at  home  and  draw  the 
family  closer  together.  In  our  neighborhood,  if  the 
young  don't  get  enough  priAracy.  the)  seem  in  wander 
off  where  they  can  neck  in  peace. 


n 

The  grandson  of  our  town's  richest  man  has  re- 
ally taken  hold  since  he  inherited  the  old  mansion,  with 
a  brave-new-world  git-up  about  him.  He's  removed  the 
stained-glass  windows  and  replaced  'em  with  glass 
brick,  but  is  keeping  the  iron  hitching-post  jockey. 


My  concept  of  a  perfect  picnic  is  a  jug  and  a 
loaf  and  two  on  a  log  reading  poetry.  My  lady-love's 
mental  image:  12  guests  and  12  courses  on  a  cloth 
of  gold.  \\  e're  working  out  a  compromise:  I  sit  on  the 
log  with  the  poetry  and  she  serves  the  12  courses. 


\l\  mother-in-law's  fust  concession  to  modern 
design,  and  a  minor  triumph  for  me:  She  now  admits 
that  our  blond  plywood  chair  with  the  seat  modeled  lo 
I  lie  sitter's  curves  is  more  comfortable  than  her 
Louis  Quinze  that  cost  her  three  limes  as  much. 


Junior  thinks  our  greatest  family  moment  came  the 
day  the  helicopter  /under/  in  the  pasture  behind  our 
house.  Bui  I  still  contend  il  teas  the  day  I  was  spading 
some  lily -of -the-valley plants  to  borrow  from  our  neighbor 
anil  discovered  her  septic  tank  teas  leaking. 

So  far  the  demands  of  television  have  been  al- 
most too  heavy  for  m\  flickering  attention.  It  seems 
that  I  prefer  radio  with  a  book  to  T\  without. 


"I've  begun  to  suspect  what's  the  secret  that  all 
mothers  pass  on  to  their  daughters"  con/ides  the  most 
timid  husband  in  our  block  nervously,  the  one  who  likes 
to  complain  how  his  wife  browbeats  him.  "I  think  it's 
just  'Don  t  spoil  your  husband.'  " 


I've  offered  Junior  Sl()  instead  of  So  for  the  fust 
set  of  tennis  he  w  ins  from  me.  and  1  suspect  he  can 
take  the  money  an)  time  he  wants  $10  more  than  the 
zestful  pleasure  of  hitting  the  ball  over  the  fence. 


\\  ben  your  wile  serves  your  favorite  breakfast 
t  w o  Sundays  in  a  row  .  .  .  and  you  find  junior  asleep 
w  it li  five  or  six  good  books  strew  u  around  his  bed  .  .  . 
and  vour  youngest  washed  the  car  without  a  hint  or 
nudge  from  von  .  .  .  or  your  daughter  does  a  jig-step 
and  sits  on  vour  knee  without  warning  .  .  .  and  v'bu 
discover  that  your  tear  that  you'd  someday  run 
out  of  conversation  with  your  dream  girl  was  a 
groundless  fear  .  .  .  then  you  vow  to  send  a  crate  of 
oranges  or  a  quart  of  champagne  to  the  preacher 
who  married  you,  and  conclude  the  family  circle 
might  survive  even  without  TV. 


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l'H<  >  Tf  K.  R  APUN  BY  Wll.MELA  Cl'SHMAS- 


T 

Iraditional  bnde  in  a  drift  of  white  or^a  ml  \  with  emhmidered  dot~.  |,\  Marie,  around  SWAT).  Hc<iiii^<>i<- 

Style  with  long  Ditto.  I l«-r  wreath  is  wax  bouvardia  with  ferns  h\  Mr.  John,  Her  bouquet,  white  carnations. 

IOOng  and  enchanting,  the  short  wedding  dress  at  the  ri^'ht  i>-  cmhroidered  net  and  laee  li\  |{a|i|>i.  s  l').."»0 
llie  veil  a  eirele  of  tulle,  a  wreath  of  ivv  and  orange  hlossoms.  Tin1  short-dress  bride  wears  short  j:lovc* 


TWO  LOVES  . . .  HAS  1950 


A  starched  chiffon  cape  covers  bare  shoul- 
ders. The  dress  is  short,  by  Phil  Cole. 


Lwo  fashions  for  the  summer  bride:  one  short, 


showing  silken  pumps  or  sandals,  the  other  long 


and  lovely  with  train  sweeping  the  aisle. 


The  imaginative  bride  chooses  both  her  wedding  dress 


and  her  trousseau  with  an  eve  on  the  future. 


Nearly  all  her  clothes  will  be  twosomes  in 


one  way  or  another.  Her  wedding  dress  will  convert 


into  a  dance  frock.  Her  going-away  shantung  w  i 


remove  its  jacket  and  become  a  dinner  dress.  Her 


hare-shouldered  linen  will  take  on  a  jacket  for 


town.  Her  shantung  blouse  will  go  with  shorts  as  well 


as  skirts.  Piece  by  pretty  piece,  her 


trousseau  wardrobe  fits  together  as  easily  as  a  ring  goes 


on  a  finger.  Turn  the  page  for  the  complete  plan. 


By  WILHELA  CUSHMAN 

Faehion  Editor  of  llie  Journal 


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One  shantung,  black  or  navy.  The  dress  has  a  bare  top, 
by  Hannah  Troy,  S49.95.  Chin-tied  hat  by  Mr.  John. 


PLAN  FOR  A  TROUSSEAU 

The  key  fashion  is  the  turnabout  bare-shouldered  dress  and  jacket — 
heaven-sent  idea  for  stretching  dollars  and  multiplying  costumes.  Have  one  in 

dark  silk  or  rayon,  another  in  pastel  linen  or  cotton.  Add  a  two-piece  shantung,  an 
evening  dress,  shirts  and  shorts,  plus  a  coat  in  a  lovely  color.  •  By  Wilhela  Cushman, 

Fashion  Editor  of  thr  Journal 


Summer  darling.  BleeveleM  tWO-piece  shantung,  by  Huth  riirdman,  about 
S22.   Mark  shantung  jacket  may  be  used  with  il.   Mr.  All's  big  bat. 

Gold  wool  '•liirtwaist  coat,  slriug-sliaiglil.  new  7v  length,  g06l  Hrith 

rwrvllime      I  ',      In    I'l.'illni      nninul    Sfi'l,)~i       \l    ,.    in    ri-il      lu-iix-      11:11  V 


Strap-top  pink  dress  under  jacket  Belted  overblouse  and  shorts, 
at  left,  for  summer  afternoon.         worn  also  with  other  blouses. 


Jacket  dress  in  rayon  linen  for  any  honeymoon.  By  John  Chambers, 
$17.95.  Jacket  is  pretty  with  the  black  shantung.  Pumps  go  with  both. 


Newest  dance  dresses  are  short,  bare-topped.  Printed  mousseline  by 
Rappi.  around  $35.  Wear  rhinestone  pins  on  the  velvet  cummerbund. 


Crocheted  cotton  cap,  2646,  by  Mr.  Alf. 


Crocheted  cloche,  2647;  gloves,  2648. 


PHOTOGRAPHS  BY  WILHF.LA  CUSHi 


Short,  ribbed  angora  cardigan,  2651,  to  wear  over  summer  cottons,  silks  or  linen 


Knitted  cotton  string  gloves,  2649; 

crocheted  bag  on  metal  frame,  Mr.  John,  2650. 


Lll'AWINf,'-.    II V    I  A'  K  MODI 


Fashion  turns  to  hand-knitting  for  many  of  the  most  important 
jackets,  sweater -blouses  and  hats  of  the  season  .  .  .  waist-length 

cardigan,  flared  bolero,  slope-shoulder  day  sweater,  new  twin  set, 
crocheted  bogs.  Make  them  in  a  few  hours  to  <i  few  days,  fromjourn 
directions.  Yam  will  cost  from  90tto$6.50.  .  in  RUTH  w  tm  PACK  IB 

Turn  In  page  'M  for  order  blank  tngcnrl  for  direction*,  ITx'e 


Two-tone  brown-and-white  waist-length 

knitted  sweater  with  turn-over  collar,  2662 


PHOTOGRAPH  BY  TED  CRONFK 


Scarlet  bolero,  cap,  Paris  original,  2663. 


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pleats. 


Excitement  for  women  who  sew  at  home.  Pleats  by 
the  yard  in  eight  different  shades.  Comes  37"  wide 
and,  combined  with  matching  plain  fabric,  lends 
itself  to  separates  to  mix  and  match.  The  finished  edge 

requires  no  hem;  a  skirt  practically  makes  itself. 


Ml 


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PHOTOGRAPHS  BY  FRANCESCO  SCAVULLO 


The  crisp,  cool  look  of  white  pleats  couldn't  be  prettier.  Our  two- 
piece  dress  is  easy  to  make,  comfortable  to  wear.  Both  skirt  and 
blouse  have  a  simple  casing  with  elastic  to  fit  them  at  the  waistline. 


elasticized  knit.. . 


Elasticized  shirred  cotton  knitted  as  a  tube  .  .  . 
available  for  the  first  time  by  the  yard,  in  your  favorite 

department  store.  Make  bathing  suits,  sun  tops 
trunks  for  the  whole  family.  Some  come  with  matching 
jersey  fabric  for  a  skirt  or  a  stole. 


m   ,  I 


I  » 


-\v/.v.v» 


OKAWINO<;  HY  KOHI  KIA  JOI-.I. 


Motherand-flau^liler  "i-lniiic-,  combining  f-lastii  i/cd  knit  cotton  wild 
prett)   1 1  —  i j »-  gingham.  The  cover-up  top*  arc  triangular  Kcarvc- 

wiih  eyelet-trimmed  puffed  ileevei  attached,  can  be  worn  many  ways. 


"Look  alikes"  combining  denim  and  bandannas.  Mother  wears  a  denim 
skirt  appliqued  with  four  scarves,  with  a  pretty  scarf  blouse.  Daugh- 
ter, denim  shorts  with  a  shirt  made  from  one  large  bandanna. 


5S 


Land 


anaannas . . 

One  35c  bandanna  makes  a  gay  bolero  to  wear  over  a 

white  dress  .  .  .  four  15c  ones  can  be  appliqued  on  a 
i  skirt .  .  .  one  large  one  makes  a  shirt  for  a  youngster. 

Our  directions  give  you   these  and  many  other 
deas,  all  fun  to  make,  very  gay  to  wear. 


kracks,  bias  tape,  ball  fringes,  and  dozens  of  other  trimmings 
all  colors  and  widths  trim  the  prettiest  summer  skirts.  Combine 
1  tablecloth  damask,  drapery  fabric,  burlap,  tissue  ginghams. 


trimmings. 


This  summer  have  the  gayest,  prettiest  skirt  you  can 

make.  Shop  trimming  departments,  upholstery 
departments  for  bright,  imaginative  braids  and  fringes  .  .  . 

use  an  assortment  on  the  same  skirt.  II  ear  them  with 


matching  sleeveless  blouses. 


Detailed  diagrams  and  sewing  instructions  for  making  these  clothes,  No.  2578,  25c. 
Turn  to  page  24  for  coupon  to  order  these  instructions.  Other  ideas  are  on  page  242. 


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Prettier  Arms — Stronger  Back.  (I)  Hold  chin 
high,  clasp  hands  behind  head.  (2)  Pull  head 
down  to  chest,  return,  and  pull  down  again. 
Do  exercise  fifteen  times — work  up  to  thirty. 


For  a  Tinier  Waist.  Stand  erect,  feet  apart,  arms  overhead, 
palms  together.  (Photo)  Bend  to  left  as  far  as  possible,  return, 
bend  to  right.  Ten  bends  in  each  direction — work  up  to  twenty. 


beauty  on  the  spot 


Many  of  today's  top  models  are  yesterday's  hopefuls  who 
couldn't  zip  the  zippers  on  a  sample-size  dress!  Through  regular 
exercise  they  hare  helped  make  the  American  giiTs 
figure  famous.  Read  the  rules  on  the  opposite  page,  then 
begin  the  exercises  that  will  lead  to  your  own  model  figure: 


By 

DAWN  CROW  ELL  NORMAN 

Heauty  Editor  of  die  Journal 


Firmer  Upper  Arms  and  Bosom. 

Clasp  hands  firmly  in  front  of 
chin,  hold  arms  at  shoulder 
level.  (1)  Move  clasped  hands  to 
left,  (2)  to  right.  Ten  moves  eacH 
direction — -work  up  to  thirty! 


PHOTOGRAPHS  BV  FRANCESCO  SCAVULLO 


Flatter  Midriff — Firmer  Thighs.  Si  on  floor,  legs  and  feel  together,  hands 
clasped  behind  neck.  Hold  knee-  stiff  and  (I)  bend  forward  to  touch 
left  knee  uiih  right  elbow.  Return  and  (2)  bend  forward  to  touch  right 
knee  with  left  dhow.  Ten  bi  nd-  iii  each  direction — work  up  to  twenty. 


Stand  erect,  feel  together,  arms  at  sides.  (I)  Swing  arms  back  toward 
left  and  simultaneous!)  bend  lefl  knee  and  swing  il  up  toward  righl 
-boulder  a-  far  as  p<.--iMc.  (2)  Repeat,  going  in  opposite  direction.  Five 

movements  in  each  direction— work  up  to  fifteen!  Do  tin's  one  rapidly. 


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after,  Firmer  Abdomen.  (1)  Lie  flat  on  back,  knees  flexed,  feet  together,  arms 
retched  up  and  forward.  (2)  Slowly  raise  yourself  to  (3)  an  upright  sitting  position. 
Dwer  yourself  to  floor.  Do  five  times — work  up  to  fifteen.  (In  the  beginning,  clasp 
;et  under  the  edge  of  a  bed  or  table  or  have  someone  hold  them  down  for  you.) 


Seven  Steps  to  a  Prettier  Figure 

l  lave  your  doctor  s  approval  of  your  entire  exercise  program  before  you  begin. 
Observe  your  fatigue  limit.  You  are  stretching  and  contracting  your  muscles  in 
|>rder  to  burn  up  excess  fatty  tissues.  Overworked  muscles  lose  their  ability 
|  o  dispose  of  this  waste  matter.  Your  fatigue  limit  is  the  amount  of  exercise 
fou  can  do  without  feeling  unduly  exhausted,  stiff  or  sore.  The  average 
/oman  should  begin  with  ten  minutes  of  exercise  each  day — work  up  to 
thirty.  •  Follow  directions.  If  an  exercise  reads,  "Raise  your  leg  to  hip  level," 
lon't  stretch  it  to  waist  level  to  hasten  results.  Overstretched  muscles  can 
result  in  torn  tissues  and  become  incapacitated  for  further  achievements. 
3e  consistent.  Do  your  exercises  at  the  same  time  every  day.  Psychologically 
[you  will  benefit  by  predetermining  a  time  when  you  won't  feel  guilty  for  not 
(attending  to  household  chores!  •  Don't  give  up.  Remember,  you  took  a  long  time 
to  accumulate  those  unwanted  inches.  The  average  woman  should  notice 
I  tightening  up  of  flabby  muscles  within  three  weeks.  •  Warm  up  for  your  exer- 
\  cise  period  with  some  deep  breathing  and  outdoor  walking.  Rest  afterward  to 
|  allow  your  muscles  to  relax  gradually.  Begin  with  the  easiest  exercises,  work 
up  to  the  hardest,  then  return  to  the  easiest  before  you  stop.  •  Diet  intelli- 
gently. Your  doctor  can  suggest  a  low-calorie  diet  during  your  exercise  program. 

EXE»e*ISES    BY    NICHOLAS  KOUNOVSKY 


< 


Silhouette  Stretch.  (1)  In  kneeling  position  lower  body  until  you  are  sit- 
ting on  heels.  Curve  forward,  bend  elbows,  hold  arms  up  and  hack. 
(2)  Reverse  the  curve  so  that  your  back  is  arched,  simultaneously  swing- 
ing left  armup,  right  arm  back.  Do  exercise  five  times — work  up  to  ten. 


omach  Slimmer.  Lie  on  back,  arms  at  sides,  palms  down,  legs  outstretched,  feet  together. 
)  Bend  knees  and  draw  them  back  toward  your  chest,  and  (2)  continue  movement  until 
iur  hips  are  lifted  off  floor  and  your  knees  touch  chin.  Slowly  lower  hips  and  legs  to 
st  position.  Do  five  times — work  up  to  fifteen. 


For  Lovelier  Legs.  (1)  Lie  on  your  stomach  on  a  sturdy  chair  with  legs 
together  and  outstretched,  toes  touching  floor,  head  and  arms  relaxed. 
Now  raise  legs  to  a  horizontal  position,  and  (2)  raise  first  one,  then  the 
other  in  a  scissors  swing.  Five  swings  with  each  leg — work  up  to  fifteen. 


Since  you  can't  take  it  with  you,  you  might  as  well  leave  happiness  behind. 

Bv  JANE  McDILL  ANDERSON 


THE  day  after  Martin  de  Rosier  left  his  wife,  Mar- 
garet, the  village  of  Harmony,  Vermont,  rocked  with 
the  shock.  Pete  Agnew,  who  saw  Martin  getting  on 
the  bus  for  White  River  Junction,  told  everyone  he'd 
never  seen  such  a  change  for  the  good  come  over  any 
man.  Martin,  he  said,  was  wearing  his  head  on  his 
shoulders  instead  of  down  on  his  chest.  All  Harmony 
speculated  on  how  it  had  come  about  and  where  Martin 
had  found  the  nerve  and  the  money  to  do  such  a  thing. 

The  women  who  came  to^see  Margaret  de  Rosier  in 
her  abandonment  did  their  best  to  find  out. 

"All  I  know,"  she  told  them,  "is  last  Tuesday  Mr. 
Scoville  asked  Martin  would  he  come  down  street  and 
stop  by  his  office.  That  evening  Martin  come  home  with 
a  funny  look  in  his  eye,  and  the  next  night,  while  I  was 
to  the  drugstore  for  letter  paper,  it  happened.  It's  what 
I  always  said.  Any  woman  trusts  a  man  further'n  she 
can  spit  a  prune  pit  is  a  durn  fool." 

Only  Mr.  Scoville,  the  lawyer,  and  Mr.  Claymore,  the 
young  Congregationalist  minister,  knew  it  was  all  due 
to  Miss  Lucy  Finch.  Miss  Lucy,  herself,  never  realized 
what  she  had  done  and  that  her  anxiety  over  the  rhodo- 
dendron roots  had  completely  changed  the  lives  of  three 
people. 

The  anxiety  began  one  evening  in  June  as  Miss  Lucy 
walked  with  her  sister,  Laura,  past  the  graveyard.  It 
was  a  pleasant  evening,  with  the  fine  spray  of  elms  sil- 
houetted on  the  sky  line  of  the  upland  pastures;  the 
black  lozenges  of  hemlock  stands  sharp  upon  the  dis- 
tant woods;  and  the  gentle  flood  of  light  moving  upward 
from  the  village  to  the  surrounding  hills.  All  this  Miss 
Lucy  had  been  admiring,  but  in  the  next  moment  she 
was  staring  anxiously  at  the  Alworthys'  plot. 

"Oh,  my  dear,"  she  said,  taking  her  sister's  arm.  "A 
most  disturbing  thought  has  come  to  me  just  now  Lucy." 


"Can  you  describe  it,  Lucy?"  said  Laura,  who  for 
over  seventy  years  had  been  trying  to  understand  the 
delicate  workings  of  her  sister's  mind. 

"Why,  yes,"  said  Lucy.  "Very  clearly.  Do  you  see  the 
rhododendrons  that  the  Alworthys  plan  ted  in  their  plot?" 

"Very  beautiful,"  said  Laura. 

"Yes,"  said  Lucy.  "But  they  have  roots,  Laura.." 

"Of  course,  dear, "said  her  sister,  stroking  Lucy's  hand. 

"And  the  roots  have  come  over  into  our  plot,  Laura. 
They  cannot  help  it,  because  that  is  their  nature.  But 
when  you  and  I  are  lying  there,  Laura,  and  the  day  of 
judgment  comes"  and  we  must  arise  to_meet  our  Lord, 
how  shall  we  ever  get  through  them?  We  may  tear  our 
dresses  getting  out  and  disturb  our  hair  and  be  offensive 
to  the  Lord.  Oh,  Laura,  we  must  act." 

"We  shall,  my  dear,"  said  Laura  soothingly*  "Please 
do  not  upset  yourself.  We  might  call  at  once  upon  Mr. 
Claymore  on  our  way  home.  Perhaps  he  would  ask  the 
Alworthys  to  take  out  the  rhododendrons  and  put  in 
myrtle.  Its  roots  are  fine  and  hairlike." 

"Yes,  yes,"  said  Lucy.  "Myrtle  is  a  friendly  plant  and 
the  little  flowers  are  the  color  ol  our  mother's  eyes.  It 
will  be  so  nice  to  see  her  again,  won't  it,  Laura?  Do  you 
think  it  could  be  soon?" 

"Yes,  dear,"  said  Laura.  "It  will  be  soon,  I  hope. 
Very  soon."  A  shadow  ol  pain  in  her  eyes  jumped  alive, 
twisted  down  over  her  lace,  clung  sharply  to  her  mouth 
and  then  passed.  She  caught  her  breath  and  turned  to 
Lucy  brightly.  "Would  you  like  to  talk  about  our  plans 
as  we  walk  to  Mr.  Claymore's?" 

"For  our  going?"  said  Lucy  happily.  "Oh,  yes.  We 
had  decided  on  the  Sixty-third  Psalm  for  the  service  and 
By  Cool  Siloam's  Shady  Rill  for  the  opening  hymn.  And 
you  said  there  would  be  purple  satin,  the  color  of 
violets,  in  the  caskets.  It  (Continued  on  Page  185) 


ILLUSTHATEI*     BY     DOROTHY  MONKT 


Then  Miss  Lucy  stopped  at  th»  drugstore  and  bought  candy 

which  she  gave  to  all  "he  children  she  met  on  the  street. 


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There  comes  a  day  in  spring 
when  even  the  hardiest  New 
Yorker  is  susceptible  to  the 
weather.  It  was  on  such  a 
morning  that  Sally  Taylor 
switched  off  the  radio,  arrest- 
ing the  Mahler  symphony  in  mid-movement. 
Firmly  she  placed  the  volume  of  Dostoevski  back 
on  the  bookshelf.  A  quick  combing  removed  from 
her  blond,  bobbed  hair  the  severity  becoming  to  a 
junior  executive;  grateful  for  its  release,  it  curled 
in  shining  tendrils  about  her  face.  She  threw  an 
old  tweed  coat  around  her  slender  shoulders, 
locked  ihe  door  of  her  flat  and  fled  from  civiliza- 
tion into  Central  Park.  Slightly  dizzy  with  pleas- 
ure, she  found  a  bench  and  sat  down. 

A  nameless  shrub  bloomed  white  on  the  hillside 
and  sent  its  fragrance  to  her  on  a  breeze  which 
bore,  along  with  the  familiar,  fuelly  smell  of  New 
York  streets,  a  faint  but  unmistakable  promise  of 
lilacs.  Through  a  web  oi  branches  the  lake  glinted 
blue  in  the  middle  distance,  a  shimmering,  danc- 
ing, timid  blue,  threaded  with  silver  and  laced 
with  gold.  Doves,  referred  to  in  all  other  seasons 
merely  as  pigeons,  cooed  in  tones  of  gentleness 
and  love.  A  robin  warbled  to  her  and  an  early, 
eager  bee  droned  close  to  her  ear.  Overhead,  the 
treetops  foamed  with  delicate  green — something 
like  a  pistachio  soda,  she  thought,  and  giggled. 


A  young  man  who  was  settling  down  on  a  bench 
across  the  path  grinned  back,  the  grin  lending  a 
curiously  elfin  cast  to  his  rather  ordinary  features. 
He  was  a  tan  young  man,  with  a  wide,  curly  mouth 
and  dark  eyes  that  tilted  a  little  upward  at  the 
outer  corners.  The  collar  of  his  corduroy  jacket 
was  turned  up  and  his  hands  were  in  his  pockets. 
He  continued  to  smile,  and  because  something 
about  him  was  magnetic,  Sally,  quite  properly, 
lifted  her  small,  firm  chin,  sniffed  delicately  and 
turned  away  her  head. 

The  young  man  lounged  comfortably.  "Look," 
he  said  from  the  other  side  of  the  path.  "I  don't 
believe  in  pickups  either.  But  all  the  world  goes  a 
little  crazy  in  May,  don't  you  think?  And  surely, 
under  such  circumstances,  a  well-bred  young  lady 
can  allow  herself  the  privilege  of  park-bench  con- 
versation with  an  equally  well-bred  young  man." 
His  voice  was  deep  and  pleasantly  good-humored. 
He  rose  lazily  and  moved  to  her  bench,  proffering 
a  cordial  hand.  "My  name's  Tim,"  he  added. 

Maybe  it  was  the  magic  that  made  Sally  look  di- 
rectly at  him,  her  greenish  eyes  gazing  for  a  long 
moment  into  his  brown  ones.  Then  she 
smiled  too.  "Mine's  Sally." 

"I  know,"  Tim  said,  retaining  her  hand. 
Her  eyebrows  made  question  marks.  "Well, 
after  all,  with  that  blond  bang  and  those 
freckles,  how  (Continued  on  Page  198) 


ILLUSTRATED     BY     ROBERT  PATTERSON 


THE  tide  of  pale  light  creeping  up  the  sky  had  flooded 
out  the  last  of  the  stars.  In  the  garden  there  were 
no  shadows  yet,  the  light  raining  down  from  di- 
rectly overhead  through  the  porous  mist  in  flecks  of 
infinitesimal  brightness.  Meg  sat.  between  warmth  and 
chill  in  her  robe,  on  a  pergola  seat  and  watched  the 
dew-soft  roses  regain  their  ruddiness  lost  to  the  evening 
before.  Hon  I  envy  the  easy  victory-  of  this  morning  over 
last  night,  she  thought. 

She  had  been  here  hours:  immense,  shapeless  hours, 
not  qufte  so  timeless  as  the  three  eternal  hours  before 
when  she  had  groveled  in  her  bedand  begged  sleep  to 
take  her.  but  stretched  as  intolerablvby  the  same  repeti- 
tion of  her  memories  of  last  night.  Of  those  five  min- 
utes last  night  with  Mark  in  the  car  in  front  of  the 
house.  Over  and  over  her  mind  reiterated  them  as 
though  all  the  tenderer  recollections  of  twenty-one 
years  had  been  withered  forever. 

She  pulled  her  feet  from  her  mules,  and  dipped  them 
in  the  wet  grass,  like  shallow  ice  water.  With  the  clutch 
of  cold,  attention  fled  to  her  feet,  to  the  emergency 
there;  but  only  momentarily,  till  her  feet  and  the  grass 
grew  tepid  together.  Then  she  forgot  them  again. 

Five  minutes,  maybe,  but  no  more,  because  she  could 
remember  the  whole  scene,  from  beginning  to  end,  in 
that  many  seconds.  There  had  been  no  warning  from 
Mark.  Even  now,  looking  over  the  evening,  against  the 
grain,  there  was  no  unmistakable  trail  of  warning.  A 
couple  of  long  lone  absences  at  the  bar,  which  might 
have  meant  his  chancing  on  friends.  A  spell  or  two  of 
ragged  silence — the  weather  was  causing  him  trouble 
in  his  construction  business.  His  surprising  tolerance 
of  little  Mar\  Erne-t.  who  was  nineteen,  looked  like  a 
child  naked  out  of  a  sound  sleep  in  the  middle  of  the 
night  and  behaved  with  the  same  genial  stupor.  No.  It 
didn't  add  up. 


They  had  driven  home  in  a  silence  neither  unusual 
nor  alarming,  and  parked  in  front  of  the  house.  He  had 
kissed  her  once,  a  kind  of  balm  laid  on  the  evening's 
vague  dissatisfactions.  He  had  turned  his  face  away,  in 
profile  looking  down  at  his  hand  beginning  to  follow 
along  the  curve  of  the  steering  wheel.  She  was  thinking 
how  well  his  features  held  up  in  the  dark,  how  hand- 
somely the  lines  of  his  face  survived  the  suppression  of 
such  details  as  the  energetic  brown  eyes,  the  crimped 
and  sinewy  grin. 

Meg,"'  he  said,  "this  is  the  last  time  I'll  be  seeing 
you." 

hat?"  she  said,  more  in  question  than  ejaculation, 
thinking  she  had  misunderstood  him. 

Looking  through  the  windshield  down  the  empty 
street,  where  nothing  moved  and  light  and  shadow- 
were  as  fixed  as  paint,  he  told  her  again. 

hat  do  vou  mean,  Mark?"  It  was  a  single  head- 
long polvsvllable. 

There  was  no  special,  topical  tone  to  his  voice. 
"Meg."  he  said,  "w  ith  some  girls  there  comes  the  time 
w  hen  a  man  has  to  ask  himself  w  hether  he  can  say  w  hat 
I  just  said.  If  he  can.  that's  it.  Better  say  it  then,  be- 
cause later  is  too  late."  Then  he  had  looked  at  her. 
"I'm  sure  you  won  t  admit  I'm  being  fair  to  us  both. 
But  I  think  I  am." 

There  it  was,  simple,  final,  like  a  headman's  ax.  No 
need  to  ask  questions  i\ow.  He  had  said  he  was  through, 
and  there  was  no  why  or  what  that  wasn't  thereby 
answered. 

She  supposed  she  was  looking  at  him.  but  she  didn't 
see  him.  Inside  her  brain  was  all  the  confusion 
and  jangle  of  trying  to  comprehend  wholly,  and  to 
respond  wittingly  and  with  dignity.  Pride  swelled 
into  her  throat  and  choked  off  a  demand  for  discussion 
ami  explanation.  \\  bat  to  (Continued  on  Page  IJO) 


I  I  I  t    »  T  R  4  T  L  I)     Ml      RAI.TKI  I 


,  I   M  II  (i  r  K  M 


Profile 
of  Youth 


I 


Since  her  husband's  death,  Mrs.Comstock 
has  stood  between  "her  bov"  and  hard 
knocks;  now  that  Richard  is  ready  for 
college. she  finds  their  positions  reversing. 


N  Pittsburg,  Kansas,  the  senior  boys 
have  three  good  places  to  dunk  sopho- 
mores— Cow  Creek,  Scrammy's  Pit  and  a 
pond  they  call,  with  no  sense  of  absurd- 
ity, Lakeside  Lake.  When  Richard  Corn- 
stock  was  a  sophomore  at  Pittsburg  High, 
he  tried  to  escape  the  dunking  party  and 
for  a  while  it  looked  as  if  he  might  suc- 
ceed. He  failed,  of  course,  but  Richard 
has  an  unstudied  knack  of  turning  his 


Richard  Comstock  delivers  'the  evening  paper  to  160  customers  in  Forty-five  minutes. 


Music,  church  activities,  a  Sunday-afternoon  movie  account  for  most  of  Rich's  social  rec- 
reation. He  sings  baritone  in  the  church  choir.  After  the  Sunday-evening  young  people's 
meeting,  he  joins  in  songs  —  or  just  listens.    He  works  and  plays  happily  alone. 


failures  into  successes. 

One  evening  in  spring  while  he  was 
delivering  papers  on  his  motorbike,  a 
carload  of  boys  cornered  him  in  a  driveway.  "Park  the  cycle,  Rich," 
they  ordered,  "and  come  with  us."  Richard  did  as  he  was  told.  When 
they  got  to  Scrammy's,  the  boys  said  that  as  a  special  privilege,  because 
he  had  to  finish  his  paper  route,  he  could  take  off  his  clothes  and  keep 
them  dry.  Richard  did.  "I  expected  to  hear  the  car  start  about  the  time 
I  hit  the  water — and  good-by  pants,"  he  said,  "but  in  a  way  I 
trusted  them." 

Richard  trusts  people,  which  accounts  in  part  for  this  incredible, 
happy  ending:  The  boys  did  not  make  off  w  ith  his  clothes.  They  fished 
him  out  of  the  chilly  water,  waited  for  him  to  dry  off  on  his  undershirt 


Rich  goes  about  his  schoolwork  with  a  methodical  drive.  Mathematics,  the 
bugaboo  of  many  students,  holds  no  terror  for  him.  He  likes  it  because  it  is  the 
key  to  engineering  knowledge  and  "it  gives.a  good  feeling  of  satisfaction." 


Hatile  .  .  .  Rich  plays  the 
Wn,  but  he  can  toot  a  tuba. 


Hard-working  ...  and  reliable.  Both  Talented  ...  he  loves  music  for  pleas-  Studious  .  .  .  tiny  model  airplanes  Popular  ...  he  gets  along 
customers  and  other  carriers  like  him.       ure.butwouldnotmakeacareerof  it.       turn  into  giant  jets  in  his  dreams.       genially  with  young  or  old. 


In  producing  this  series  of  reports  on  a  cross-section  of 
American  youth,  the  Ladies'  Home  Journal  discovered 
early  that,  while  group  patterns  in  high  schools  are  much 
alike,  no  two  young  people  are.  As  individuals  they  are  too 
often  misunderstood  by  both  teachers  and  parents.  What 
makes  useful,  happy  human  beings  boils  down  to  some- 
thing over  a  million  details,  applied  deliberately  and  by 
fate,  from  the  cradle  on.  Genuine  parental  love,  intelli- 
gently given,  seems  to  be  a  basic  factor.  Perhaps  before  this 
is  the  equipment  of  mind,  body  and  spirit  with  which  they 
are  born,  and  beyond  this,  the  faith  to  which  they  turn. 
This  is  the  twelfth  and  concluding  profile  in  the  series. 


then  gave  him  a  ride  back  to  the  place  where  they  had  captured  him. 
(He  finished  his  paper  route  feeling  especially  good,  with  his  shorts  and 
[undershirt  drying  on  the  handle  bars.  "The  guys  were  swell  about  the 
[whole  thing,"  he  reported  to  his  mother.  In  Richard  this  is  not  polly- 
fanna.  "The  guys"  say  the  same  thing  about  him. 

Richard  is  always  called  "Rich,"  never  Dick.  Except  for  two  years 
in  nearby  Ft.  Scott,  he  has  spent  all  of  his  18  years  in  Pittsburg,  a  flat, 
i  clean  town  of  about  25,000  people  in  the  southeastern  corner  of 
[Kansas.  The  locality  was  originally  developed  by  strip  coal-mining  and 
[railroads  (five  different  lines  intersect  (Continued  on  Page  120) 

PHOTOGRAPHS  BY  MORRIS  ENGEL 

Every  morning  before  school,  while  other  boys  are  getting  the  last  sweet  hall 
hour  of  sleep,  Rich  sweeps  out  a  store  and  washes  windows.  He  is  thorough, 
but  wastes  no  motion.  At  this  hour-  Broadway,  the  main  street,  is  deserted. 


Mrs.  Comstock  seldom  disturbs  Rich  in  his  room,  but  she  shares  his  dreams  and 
ponders  ways  to  finance  the  engineering  education  he  wants.  He  is  "college 
material."  He  has  all  the  qualifications  for  a  productive  career  except  money. 


66 


"School's  out"  is  signal  for  seniors  to  rip  notebooks,  tear  up  old  exams, 
scatter  scraps  in  front  of  school;  then  stage  a  giant  cleanup  campaign. 


"Senior  Hat  Day"  is  event  at  many  schools.  Teens  rig 
pers  with  kitchen  utensils,  tiny  TV  antennae,  pipe  clear 


l?»."»0  high-sohool  tfradualos  obs«»rv<»  soiuo 
long-standing  traditions,  establish  many 
now  customs  of  thoir  own.  Toons  in  all  parts 
of  tho  oountry  find  finishing  sonior  y  oar 
som of  i in os  glooful.  soiuoiimos  tearfully 
nostalgie.  but  always  expensive. 


ALL  PHOTOGRAPHS  ON  THIS  PAGE  BY  JOSEPH  Dl  PIETRO 


I  ndenla-smen  haul  hooks,  hold  doors,  how  low  during 
"Service  Week."  Say  seniors:  "We  never  had  it  so  good." 


Senior-prom  night  means  till-dawn  celebration,  sunrise 
breakfast,  rmick  change  to  jeans  for  sleepy-eyed  picnic 


Many  schools  give  day  off  to  autograph  yearbook.  Teen 
exchange  calling  cards,  wallet-size  "friendship  photos.' 


Girla  swap  gowns  (or  robe-,  mortarboards  foi  pin  curls  Funds  from  senior  treasury  buv  school  gill.  Kaculty  por- 
ill  -lumber  pari'    > f  •  ••  i  L'radualinu  ami  -eoior  reception  trail-,  mnue  projectors.  g\  m  -eorehoai  d-  are  favoriles. 


formal  receptionfOI  Coke-tail  parlies  are  big  town  grad- 
ual ion  "must-,    may  COS  I  hostess  up  to  S.'t  for  each  giicsl. 


67 


H  June,  high-school  seniors  discover  that  four 
ars  of  hard  work  is  not  enough  to  get  them  safely 
school;  the  high  cost  of  graduation  grows  higher. 
J  of  cap  and  gown  ranges  from  $2  to  S3. 50  (with  a 
:fund  if  the  graduate  doesn't  keep  the  class-color 
!j  rboard  tassel  as  a  souvenir) ;  invitations  cost  up 
t  each,  class  rings  run  from  $12  to  $20.  Gradua- 
ihotos,  often  exchanged  with  close  friends,  are  $12 
4  a  dozen;  wallet-size  reproductions  autographed 
isual  acquaintances  are  5c  or  10c  each;  personal 
g  cards,  for  enclosure  with  invitations  or  signing 
iends,  cost  up  to  $2  per  hundred, 
ler  graduation  expenses  are  optional,  but  most 
rs,  eager  to  fall  into  the  pattern,  allot  money  for 
enior  breakfast  or  luncheon  (sometimes  financed 
ass  treasury),  contribution  toward  commemora- 
szlft,  and  entertainment  of  classmates.  The  senior 
,  top  social  event  of  the  high-school  year,  may 
>100  per  couple,  including  bid,  corsage,  girl's  dress, 
tuxedo  rental  and  after-dance  festivities,  ranging 
as  little  as  $5  in  small  towns  to  a  $75  night-club 
k  in  large  cities.  In  many  places,  postprom  fun 
till  early  morning,  finishes  with  breakfast  or  a  re- 
to  classes,  still  in  formal  gowns  and  tuxedos, 
ich  of  the  traditional  graduation  fun,  however, 
nothing.  Many  schools  have  senior  sneak  day, 
the  graduates,  with  or  without  faculty  approval, 
lasses  for  a  picnic  or  all-day  outing.  On  "take-over 
students  assume  jobs  of  faculty,  conduct  classes, 
nse  discipline  in  principal's  office,  caricature  teach- 
'Recognition  day"  is  set  aside  for  conferring  ath- 
and  scholastic  awards,  with  seniors  often  in  caps 
gowns  for  the  ceremony.  Faculties  often  relax 
t  school  rules,  allow  seniors  to  wear  "'crazy  clothes" 
ng  senior  week.  At  a  Connecticut  school,  students 
baby  clothes  one  day  ("How  we  felt  as  freshmen"), 
»ed  outfits  the  next  ("For  four  years  we  were  pris- 
:s"),  finally  attach  black  arm  bands  ("We're  really 
y  to  leave")  for  "day  of  mourning." 
l  a  small  Iowa  town,  graduates  return  to  school  after 
w,  paint  class  numerals  on  sidewalk,  sing  school 
»s  until  daybreak.  Princeton,  New  Jersey,  has  a 
)ve-up  assembly"  ceremony  in  which  each  class  ad- 
ces  to  the  auditorium  seats  to  be  occupied  the  next 
r;  at  a  small  Montana  school  the  composite  gradua- 
i  photo  is  hung  in  the  school  hall  by  the  class  presi- 
lt  while  other  seniors  sing  class  song;  almost  every 
ool  has  special  senior  meeting  for  reading  of  class 
1,  history  and  prophecy.  Graduation  night  in  a  Phila- 
phia  suburb  is  incomplete  without  gathering  to  hear 
all-night  disk  jockey;  and  boy  graduates  in  Charles- 
i,  West  Virginia,  take  their  dates  home  at  dawn,  then 
id  for  a  stag  picnic. 


CLINT  GRANT 


TEXAS  Dallas  teens  celebrate  graduation  on  Bonnie 
Barge,  converted  landing  craft  with  two  dance  floors, 
hot-dog  stands.  Cost  of  three-hour  lake  cruise:  S50. 


Dl  PIETRO 


CALIFORNIA  :Beware  of  the  seniors."  Only  grad- 
uating class  sits  on  top  bench  in  courtyard  of  San 
Francisco  school.  Student  council  penalizes  others. 


PENNSYLVANIA  After  daytime  graduation.  Philade. 

phia  teens  wear  caps  and  gowns  to  amusement  park, 
"rather  at  hangout  to  sing  school  songs  for  last  time. 


Snake  dance  in  halls  highlights  senior 
week  in  Lansing.  Elsewhere  "Baby  Day,"  with  teens 
in  hairbows.  short  pants,  carrving  toys,  is  top  event. 


CONNECTICUT  Passing  the  torch  to  incoming  club 

officers  is  ceremony  in  Hartford.  On  "day  of  mourn- 
ing" at  leaving  school,  grads  wear  black  arm  bands. 


STAN  IIEALV 


"Receive  this  broom.  With  it  brush  the 
rom  your  long-dormant  minds."  Missoula 
seniors  burn  class  numerals  in  handle,  give  to  juniors. 


ibweb: 


Wooden  spoon  signals  juniors  to  keep 
stirring  the  caldron,"  in  Downers  Grove.  Often  seniors 
plant  ivv.  give  glassTenclosed  student  list  as  memento. 


ARIZONA  s 


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"Senior  sneak  day"  means  piling  into  cat- 
tle trucks  lor  mountain  picnic  in  Douglas.  Teens  often 
drive  across  Mexican  border  for  graduation  parties. 


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74 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


May,  1950 


THE  RIGHT  GUESS... 

THE  WRONG  WEIGHT 


As  anyone  could  guess,  the  man  on 
the  scales  weighs  more  than  he  should. 
Like  some  42  million  other  Americans 
who  are  overweight,  his  excess  pounds 
may  affect  not  only  his  appearance, 
but  his  health  as  well. 

How  much  should  a  person  weigh? 
Some  doctors  say  that  proper  weight 
at  age  25  to  30  should  be  maintained 
throughout  life.  Most  people,  how- 


ever, gain  weight  as  they  grow  older. 

The  average  increase  during  or  after 
middle  age  is  about  15  pounds.  To 
avoid  this,  it  is  wise  to  follow  the  doc- 
tor's advice  about  diet,  exercise,  and 
living  habits,  especially  after  age  30. 

If  overweight  should  occur,  it  is 
usually  possible  to  reduce  to  proper 
weight  simply  and  safely  under  medi- 
cal guidance. 


Some  ways  to  reach  and  keep  your  best  weight 


See  your  doctor  before  attempting 
to  reduce.  Virtually  all  cases  of  over- 
weight are  due  to  overeating.  Some 
cases,  however,  may  be  complicated 
by  other  conditions. 

After  a  thorough  examination,  the 
doctor  can  determine  whether  or  not 
you  have  complications  that  require 
special  medical  attention.  He  can  also 
decide  how  much  weight  you  should 
lose,  and  advLse  approved  methods  by 
which  you  can  lose  it  safely. 

Follow  your  doctor's  advice  about 

diet.  Authorities  say  that  weight  loss 
usually  should  not  exceed  6  to  8  pounds 
a  month.  A  diet  that  causes  more  rapid 
loss  may  fail  to  provide  food  elements 
the  body  needs. 

So  let  the  doctor  recommend  the 
kinds  and  amounts  of  foods  that  will 
protect  health  and  strength  while  you 
are  reducing.  It  is  also  wise  not  to  take 
any  reducing  drug  except  under  a  doc- 
tor's supervision. 


Metropolitan  Life 
Insurance  Company 


Rely  on  your  doctor  to  recommend 
proper  exercise.  Excess  weight  strains 
the  heart  and  other  organs — and  too 
much  or  the  wrong  type  of  exercise 
may  add  more  strain. 

Some  physical  activity  is  an  aid  in 
most  cases,  for  it  may  help  to  use  up 
food  that  might  otherwise  turn  into 
fat.  Only  the  doctor  can  determine  the 
types  of  exercise  that  will  be  effective 
and  safe  in  your  reducing  program. 

Even  after  reducing,  people  with  a 
tendency  toward  overweight  often  put 
on  extra  pounds  again.  This  can  usu- 
ally be  avoided  by  following  a  medi- 
cally supervised  daily  routine. 

For  more  facts  about  overweight, 
send  for  Metropolitan's  free  booklet, 
"Overweight  and  Underweight."  For 
example,  it  contains  tables  of  desir- 
able weights,  suggested  low-calorie 
menus  and  caloric  values  of  nearly 
300  foods. 


Metropolitan  Life  Insurance  Co. 
1  Madison  Avenue, 
New  York  10,  N.  Y. 


I'lmum  wend  me  a  copy  of 
your  booldet)  O.O-J  ,  "Ovcr- 

w<-i«iii  and  Underweight." 


(A  ItVTUAl 


COMPANY, 


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Name 
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(Continued  from  Page  38) 


"Are  you  licensed  to  navigate  in  the 
coastal  trade?" 
"No.  Unlimited." 
"Previous  arrests?" 
"None." 
"Married?" 

Martin  looked  past  the  secretary,  out  the 
window.  He  looked  at  the  sky. 
"Do  you  have  dirt  in  your  ears?" 
"No,"  Martin  said. 

"Then  answer!  Your  personal  his- 
tory  "  Kurz  opened  a  folder  on  his  desk. 

"Let's  come  to  the  point,"  Martin  said. 
"Don't  ask  me  things  you  already  have 
down  on  paper." 

Kurz  looked  at  him  with  a  kind  of  thought- 
ful hostility.  Here  was  something  new:  a 
plain  citizen,  denying  respect  where  respect 
was  due.  Martin  saw  the  color  of  anger  rise 
in  Kurz's  ears.  But  the  man  controlled  him- 
self. Martin  unclasped  his  hands.  He  hooked 
his  thumbs  into  his  belt.  He  smiled. 

Kurz  asked,  "What  amuses  you?" 

"Why  was  I  called?" 

Kurz  seemed  to  meditate.  He  shaded  his 
eyes  with  his  hand.  Abruptly  his  torso  shot 
forward.  He  pointed  a  commanding  finger. 
"I»  want  to  know  your  connection  with  the 
Marcus  Berzins  gang." 

"None  whatever." 

"Do  you  know  Marcus  Berzins?" 

"No." 

"Are  you  acquainted  with  the  sister  of 
Marcus  Berzins?" 

"No."  The  word  slipped  out,  a  bullet  of 
defense,  and  Martin  knew  immediately  that 
he  had  made  a  mistake. 

The  policeman's  hands 
moved  sideways  until  they 
gripped  both  ends  of  the 
desk.  His  voice  became 
sarcastic.  "You  have  not 
met  Lisa  Berzins?" 

"Some  weeks  ago  I  met 
a  young  woman  named 
Lisa,"  Martin  replied. 

' '  What  was  this  female's  MMMi 
last  name?" 

"It  does  not  matter." 

"Where  is  this  young  woman?" 

"I  don't  know  where  she  is  now 
went  away." 

"She  left  you?  When?" 

"A  few  days  after  we  met." 

"What  has  she  been  doing  since  then?" 

"I  don't  know." 

Kurz  frowned.  "Helm,  I  warn  you.  I  have 
here  a  report  of  the  American  authorities. 
The  Berzins  woman  attempted  to  escape 
aboard  a  United  States  steamship.  The  at- 
tempt failed.  She  was  returned  in  your  cus- 
tody." 

"That  is  correct." 

"Then  you  admit  that  her  name  was 

Berzins?" 

"I  admit  nothing.  I  did  not  mention  the 
name.  You  did." 

"Tell  me  exactly  what  happened." 
"It  is  a  personal  concern." 

Kurz  lowered  his  face.  His  glance  came  at 
a  slant.  "  It  is  a  very  public  concern,"  he  said. 
"Allow  this  to  sink  in— Kapitan  Helm!  An 
antidemocratic  attitude  may  cost  you  your 
license  and  your  job." 

Martin  asked,  "Do  you  know  Wetter- 
man?" 

There  was  a  silence.  Kurz's  face  was  glass- 
ily  impassive.  "Are  you  examining  me— or 
am  I  examining  you?" 

The  heat  in  the  office  was  obscene.  So  was 
Kurz.  Probably  ex-Nazi,  Martin  thought, 
presently  pro-American  for  convenience,  and 
pro-Russian  to  insure  survival  and  promo- 
tion to  Kommissar  in  the  future. 

"My  dear  fellow  -  -  "  Kurz  began. 

Marl m  said,  "My  name  is  Helm." 

"Helm!  Najal  .  .  .  You  have  read,  of 
course,  about  the  Lunach  train  robbery." 

"No." 

Kurz  nnscd  Ins  eyebrows  Ills  pale  eyes 
seemed  to  bulge.  "  Do  you  rc;irl  newspapers? " 
"  I  read  occasionally." 
"Norduncr  Zeitung?" 


m  Woman's  dignity  lies  in 
*f  her  being  unknown:  her 
glory,  in  the  esteem  of  her 
husband;  and  her  pleasure,  in 
the  welfare  of  her  family. 

—ROUSSEAU. 


She 


"No.  The  New  York  Times.  The  Times ol 
London.  When  I  can  get  them." 

"They  are  contraband— their  reading  is 
not  permitted." 

"Many  things  are  not  permitted,"  Martin 
said. 

"Hm!  Let  us  get  back  to  facts.  The  Lu- 
nach robbery.  A  week  ago  a  railroad  car  con- 
taining three  million  cigarettes  stood  in  the 
freight  yards  of  Nordune.  It  was  a  consign- 
ment for  Budapest,  Hungary.  During  the 
night  armed  thieves  stole  a  locomotive.  They 
threw  off  the  fireman,  abducted  the  engineer. 
Following  this,  the  thieves  attached  the  loco- 
motive to  the  cigarette  car.  They  overt 
powered  and  disarmed  two  police  guards,] 
leaving  them  tied  hand  and  foot  on  the  rails. 
The  locomotive  with  the  cigarette  car  then 
left  Nordune  at  breakneck  speed.  Outside 
the  village  of  Lunach  they  stopped.  The 
brigands  transferred  the  three  million  ciga- 
rettes into  stolen  trucks.  During  the  unload- 
ing a  fire  fight  with  a  patrol  occurred.  One  of 
the  bandits  was  fatally  wounded.  Before  he 
died,  he  babbled  fragmentary  information 
We  have  arrested  the  station  master,  the 
switch  hands,  the  telegraphist  and  other  per- 
sonnel of  the  Lunach  station  as  accomplices 
of  the  bandits.  Congruent  evidence  points  to 
Marcus  Berzins  as  the  leader.  Do  you  under- 
stand now,  why  the  whereabouts  of  the 
Berzins  girl  is  a  public  concern?" 

Martin  stood  motionless.  "  Last  week,"  he 
explained,  "I  was  away.  In  the  North  Sea." 

Kurz  closed  his  right  hand  into  a  fist. 
Several  moments  he  studied  the  whiteness 

  at  the  knuckles.  "Let'sl 

*^aWkmw**»m^M      go  back  a  little."  he  said. 

"You  admitted  your  as-i 
sociation  with  this  female, 
this  Lisa.  Was  she  a 
Lett?" 

"She  may  have  been." 
"When  have  you  met 
her  last?" 
■MMMMI         "Weeks  ago." 

"We  have  a  report," 
said  Kurz,  "to  the  effect  that  an  intimate 
relationship  exists  between  you  and  this; 
woman.  True?" 

Wetterman,  Martin  thought,  his  anger  ris- 
ing. The  man  in  the  brown  coat. 

Kurz  continued,  "Did  you  not  spirit  her 
away  after  misinforming  the  Americans?  Are 
you  not  holding  this  girl  for  immoral  pur- 
poses?" 

Martin  thought,  //  must  be  Wetterman. 
He  thrust  his  hands  into  his  pockets. 
"Look,"  he  said.  "My  business  is  to  run  a 
tugboat.  Your  business  is  to  catch  thieves. 
I  know  nothing  about  the  Lunach  robbery. 
I  am  not  an  informer.  I  refuse  to  help  you.' 

"You  refuse  to  co-operate?" 

"Absolutely." 

Kurz  stared.  "Recalcitrance  has  a  high 
price." 

"Less  high  than  betrayal." 
"Betrayal — of  whom?" 
"Of  a  faith." 
"What  faith?" 

"You  would  not  understand." 

The  secretary  shifted  her  weight  in  her 
chair.  She  scratched  her  back  with  the  pencil 
and  yawned. 

Martin  telephoned  the  residence  of  Maj. 
Arcelius  Dartman.  He  called  from  the  crane 
drivers'  warming  shed  in  the  harbor. 

A  dcrman  voice  said,  "Villa  Adria." 

"I  want  Mrs.  Dartman." 

He  waited.  In  the  telephone  a  d<x>r 
slammed;  quick  footfalls  approached. 

"Yes?  Evelyn  Dartman.  Who  is  this?" 

"The  captain  of  the  Sirius,"  Martin  said. 
"Your  Mercedes  boat  is  ready." 

"Oh— at  last!  Are  you  able  to  bring  m 
over  today?" 

"Yes." 

"Oh,  that's  fine!  Thank  you  so  much.  .  .  . 
Do  you  know  the  place?  A  small  priv;ite 
pier.  A  white  house  with  a  red  roof.  Villa 
Adria.  You  can't  miss  it." 

(<  'OHtilUUd  OH  I'l'Kr  76) 


LADIES'  FIOME  JOURNAL 


75 


full  of  surprises .... 

that  woman  hidden  within  you 


Her  inner,  joyous  sparkle  glows  out  from  her  lovely  fa 


Mrs.  Vanderbilt's  face  has  an  unforgettable  way  of  lighting 
up  like  sunshine,  and  flooding  you  with  the  warmth  that 
belongs  to  her  Inner  Self.  She  looks  the  magnetic,  charming 
woman  she  is!  No  wonder  hearts  are  completely  won  by 
her!  No  wonder  she  makes  so  many  friends! 

There  is  a  fine,  soft,  "made-out-of-a-rose"  look  about  Mrs. 
Vanderbilt's  complexion.  She  is  an  enthusiastic  user  of 
Pond's  Cold  Cream.  "It  is  especially  soft  and  pleasant  to 
use — Pond's  is  a  beautiful  cream,"  she  says. 


Are  you  one  of  the  many,  many  women  who  feel 
enveloped  by  a  gray  web  of  humdrumness?  You 
need  not  stay  this  way.  You  can  be  a  delightful 
surprise  to  yourself — a  lovelier  You. 

A  wonderful  power  within  you  can  help  you  to 
find  this  new  You.  It  is  a  power  that  grows  out  of 
the  interrelation  of  your  Outer  Self  and  your  In- 
ner Self — the  way  you  look  and  the  way  you  feel. 

It  is  this  power  that  lights  you  so  happily  when 
you  knowr  you  look  lovely.  But — it  can  also  deflate 
and  dim  you,  when  you  do  not  look  your  best.  So 
never  be  careless  about  those  precious  everyday 
beauty  essentials  that  add  so  much  to  your  outer 
loveliness — your  inner  poise  and  happiness. 

"Outside-Inside"  Face  Treatment 

Don't  ever  allow  yourself  any  "letting  go"  about 
the  way  you  take  care  of  your  face.  You'll  find  the 
"Outside-Inside"  Face  Treatment  with  Pond's  Cold 
Cream  has  a  most  befriending  way  of  making  your 
skin  glow  like  a  rose— feel  so  clean,  so  soft. 

Snip  out  this  easy  treatment.  And — so  you'll 
never  forget  to  do  it — tuck  it  up  in  your  mirror! 
Then — always  at  bedtime  (for  day  cleansings,  too) 
give  your  face  this  lovely  Pond's  care: 

Hot  Stimulation — a  quick  splash  of  hot  water. 

Cream  Cleanse — swirl  light,  fluffy  Pond's  Cold  Cream  all 
over  your  face.  This  softens,  sweeps  dirt  and  make-up 
from  pore  openings.  Tissue  off. 

Cream  Rinse — do  another  soft  Pond's  creaming  to  rin^. 
off  last  traces  of  dirt,  leave  skin  immaculate.  Tissue  off. 

Cold  Stimulation — a  tonic  cold-water  splash. 

This  "Outside-Inside"  Face  Treatment  works  on 
both  sides  of  your  skin.  From  the  Outside — Pond's 
Cold  Cream  softens  and  sweeps  awa\  skin-dulling 
dirt  as  you  massage.  From  the  Inside — every  step  of 
this  treatment  stimulates  circulation. 

Mrs.  I  underbill  says, "This  treatment  with  Pond's 
Cold  Cream  leaves  my  face  feeling  immaculate." 

it  is  not  vanity  to  develop  the  beauty  of  your 
face.  Look  lovely  and  you  feel  so  much  more  at 
ease.  You  light  up  with  an  infectious  happiness 
other  people  find  exciting  and  delightful.  And  this 
brings  them  closer  to  the  real  Inner  You. 


YOI  K  FACE  IS  \»  II  VI 
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"All  right,"  Martin  said.  "Later  this 
morning." 

The  engine  purred.  Martin  let  it  warm. 
The  morning  was  still,  the  sky  a  cold  brood- 
ing gray.  Martin  sniffed  the  air.  He  told  him- 
self. With  north  wind  we'll  have  a  snow. 

He  pressed  the  gear  lever  forward.  The 
Mercedes  boat  glided  from  its  mooring.  He 
disliked  his  mission.  It  was  the  mission  of  a 
messenger  delivering  a  toy,  of  a  bandit  recon- 
noitering  a  location.  The  Villa  Adria.  With 
Kabisch  and  Seecamp  ready  for  their  next 
coup,  they'd  steal  into  Helgenau  and  borrow 
the  boat  and  use  it  to  rob  smugglers  on  the 
river. 

He  looked  at  the  gauges.  Oil  pressure  was 
normal.  He  thought,  Four  walls  and  a  roof.  A 
shelter  for  harmony,  not  for  worry,  not  for 
quarrels.  A  negation  of  rot  ...  a  symbol  of 
self-respect. 

The  sound  of  engine  and  water  and  the 
rush  of  cold  air  against  his  face  gave  him  a 
sense  of  mastery — of  power.  A  week  had 
passed  since  his  encounter  with  Kurz — a 
troubled,  eventless  week.  Kurz  had  not  pur- 
sued his  questioning;  nor  had  there  been 
signs  of  a  materialization  of  the  detective's 
threats.  Yet  Martin  felt  that,  in  some  insidi- 
ous manner,  he  was  being  watched. 

The  Mercedes  approached  the  Helgenau 
shore.  Martin  found  the  red-tiled  roof  and 
eased  the  boat  alongside  the  Villa  Adria  pier 
where  a  maid  stood  waiting. 

Martin  followed  her  up  a  flagstone  path, 
across  a  terrace. 

Around  him  was  the  wonder  of  an  unde- 
molished  home.  A  vestibule.  Waxed  parquet 
floors.  Rugs,  draperies,  a  piano.  Silver  chan- 
deliers. Glistening  furniture  and  window 
glass  without  cracks.  Uncrowded  and  un- 
damaged. 

Major  Dartman's  wife  looked  cool  and 
fresh.  She  wore  a  robe  of  white  silk  with  sea- 
green  polka  dots.  She  had  straight  shoulders 
over  which  her  long  black  hair  fell  in  orderly 
waves. 

"Come  in,"  she  said. 

He  followed  her  to  a  corner  of  the  drawing 
room,  feeling  awkward  and  out  of  place.  His 
hostess  sank  into  a  chair. 

"I  brought  your  boat,"  Martin  said. 

"I  know  you  did."  She  took  a  cigarette 
from  an  enameled  box,  picked  up  a  silver 
lighter  and  lit  it.  "I  saw  you  come  down  the 
river  .  .  .  the  boat  looked  beautiful,  like  a 
flying  fish.  That's  what  I  will  name  it.  Flying 
Fish.  Have  a  cigarette?" 

Martin  took  a  cigarette. 

Mrs.  Dartman  said,  "Sometimes  I  see 
your  tugboat  pass  by  on  the  river.  I  suppose 
you  have  piloted  tugboats  for  many  years?" 

"No.  Only  these  last  five  months." 

"Oh — of  course !  The  war — you  must  have 
served." 

"I  never  was  a  soldier,"  Martin  said. 
"May  I  have  my  pay?" 

"Of  course!  Money  or  cigarettes?" 
"Cigarettes." 

Evelyn  Dartman  stood  up  and  crossed  the 
room.  She  opened  a  buffet.  Cartons  of  ciga- 
rettes were  stacked  inside  like  neat  stacks  of 
cleaned  bricks.  She  took  out  two  cartons  and 
gave  them  to  Martin. 

"Enough?" 

"Yes."  He  arose. 

"  Must  you  go  so  soon?  I  should  have  liked 
to  talk  to  you." 
"About  what?" 

"The  Germans.  You  see,  I  am  active  in  a 
club  which  provides  for  indigent  German 
children  milk  in  schools,  constructive  recre- 
ation and  such  things  and  I  am  very  much 
interested  in  the  reaction  of  parents." 

"You  should  ask  them." 

"We  do!  They  all  seem  to  act  as  though 
they  were  being  crucified." 

Martin  secured  the  cartons  of  cigarettes 
in  the  inside  |x>ckrts  of  his  jacket.  He  but- 
loned  ie  jacket  and  reac  hed  for  Ins  cap.  He 
thought  of  Lisa  in  her  cellar  hole  surrounded 
by  rubble  and  rats. 

"  You  are  kind,"  he  said. 

Mrs.  Dartman  smiled  "You  don't  whine 
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"You  could  not  understand."  Martin  said 
in  an  even  voice.  "  You  live  in  a  bubble  and 
as  long  as  you  stay  inside  your  bubble  you 
could  not  understand." 

"Do  you  dislike  the  Americans?" 

"No.  I  only  think  "  He  paused,  and 

locked  away  the  words. 

"What  do  you  think?" 

"I  think  people  should  practice  what  they 
preach.  .  .  .  You  are  very  kind.  Thank  you 
for  the  cigarettes." 

"Thank  you  for  fixing  my  boat." 

He  walked  along  a  street  where  an  apple- 
cheeked  nurse  promenaded  two  beautifully 
clothed  children.  Automobiles  stood  in  front 
of  garden  gates.  In  all  of  Helgenau  there  was 
not  a  bomb  hole  nor  a  fire-blackened  window. 
The  colors  of  flags  were  vivid  under  the  iron- 
hued  sky— the  Stars  and  Stripes  of  America 
and  the  Union  Jack  of  Britain.  A  lady  on 
horseback  passed  him.  A  man  delivered  milk. 
Smoke  curled  from  chimneys. 

And  then  there  was  the  highway  to  Nor- 
dune. 

Martin  crossed  the  Norden  River  by  the 
wooden  emergency  bridge. 

Not  far  from  the  bridge,  as  he  skirted  a 
sidewalk  blocked  by  banks  of  tumbled  ma- 
sonry, two  men  on  bicycles  overtook  him. 
The  cyclists  drew  abreast  and  swerved  upon 
him.  blocking  his  way.  Martin  stopped  short. 

He  said  angrily,  "What's  the  matter  with 
you?" 

"Quiet — nothing  will  happen." 

Martin  looked  at  the  men.  Both  wore 
workmen's  clothes.  One  of  the  men  was  lean 
and  dark,  a  head  taller  than  his  companion, 
and  he  had  a  sad,  hard,  sallow  face.  The 
other  was  younger,  broad-shouldered,  and 


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firesides,  and  is  not  to  be  picked 
strangers'  gardens. 

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his  eyes  were  blue  and  set  wide  apart.  There 
was  about  him  the  controlled,  lithe  rugged- 
ness  of  a  scout  accustomed  to  moving  in 
hostile  terrain. 

"Will  you  step  aside  with  us  for  a  min- 
ute?" the  blue-eyed  man  said,  indicating  the 
front  wall  of  a  huge  ruin. 

"I  will  not,"  Martin  said. 

The  men  did  not  move.  Martin  considered 
kicking  to  wreckage  the  bicycles  they  used  to 
block  his  path. 

"Stand  still,"  the  blue-eyed  man  warned. 
"I  know  you.  You  are  the  Captain  Martin 
Helm.  We  have  had  you  under  observation." 

"Who  are  you  and  what  do  you  want?" 

The  blue-eyed  man  gave  a  mirthless  smile. 
"I  want  to  know,"  he  said,  "what  you  are 
doing  to  my  sister  Lisa." 

Martin  stood  silent.  The  blue  gaze  in  the 
strong,  young  Baltic  face  poured  into  him 
like  an  electric  current. 

The  voice  said  softly,  "You  were  seen  at 
the  railroad  station.  You  bought  documents. 
I  want  to  know  what  you  are  doing." 

Martin  said,  "Let's  step  aside."  He  moved 
across  the  street  to  the  shelter  of  the  Cotton 
Exchange.  The  two  men  flanked  him  with 
their  bicycles.  "You  are  Marcus  Berzins. 
She  told  me  she  had  a  brother." 

"What  else  did  she  tell  you?" 

"Nothing  else." 

"She  has  told  you  more.  Did  she  speak  to 
police?  Did  police  question  her?" 
"No." 

Marcus  reflected.  Then  he  said,  "She  is 
my  sister.  I  must  know  what  you  are  doing 
with  her." 

"She  lives  with  me,"  Martin  said.  "Leave 
her  alone." 
There  was  a  silence  between  them. 
"Has  she  to  eat?" 
"Enough." 

Marcus  smiled.  This  time  it  was  a  good 
smile.  "  I  love  my  sister,"  he  said.  "Now  you 
live  with  her.  Do  you  love  her?" 

"Yes." 

"Then  you  must  marry  her.  Go  to  a  pastor 
and  marry  her.  She  is  of  good  blood.  And  re- 
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"Stay  here,"  Marcus  said  in  a  resolute 
whisper.  "Count  until  twenty  and  then  go 
back  in  the  direction  of  the  bridge." 

Martin  thought,  /  should  tell  him  about 
Kujz  

It  was  too  late.  Without  a  backward 
glance  Marcus  and  his  companion  pushed 
their  bicycles  into  the  street. 

Darkness  came  early,  and  with  it  came 
another  frost.  On  his  way  to  the  Kaffee  Kro- 
kodil  Martin  sprang  in  and  out  of  tramcars. 
He  sprinted  around  corners.  Several  times 
he  stopped  in  the  entrances  of  houses  to  ob- 
serve the  street  behind  him.  Eluding  real  or 
imaginary  shadows  had  become  a  sickness 
with  him,  a  mania. 

The  Kwkodil  had  fine  medieval  gables, 
and  chiseled  into  the  stone  above  its  entrance 
was  the  gold-garnished  inscription: 

PAX  INTRANTIBUS 
SALUS  EXEUNTIBUS 
Below  this  there  was  another  sign:  "Off 
Limits  to  Allied  Personnel." 

Inside  the  place  was  noisy  and  crowded.  A 
woman  in  black  approached  Martin.  "Your 
wishes,  sir?" 
"Seecamp." 

She  glided  away  toward  a  row  of  booths 
which  were  labeled  "Samoa  Bamboo  Huts." 
Straw  mats  obscured  the  interior  of  the 
booths.  In  a  far  corner  arrows  pointing  up  a 
semicircular  stairway  advertised  "Hour 
Rooms,"  "Tattoos,"  and  "Massage."  Two 
stoves  blazed  heat.  Dancers  pushed  lan- 
guidly over  the  glass  parquet. 

The  woman  guided  Martin  to  one  of  the 
bamboo  huts. 

"Welcome,  captain!  I  thought  maybe  you 
had  cold  feet." 

"My  feet  are  warm,"  Martin  said. 

Seecamp  looked  pleased.  In  a  new  blue  suit 
and  a  white  shirt  he  looked  as  handsome  and 
unsinkable  as  ever.  With  him  in  the  bamboo 
hut  sat  a  statuesque  girl.  She  had  a  heart- 
shaped  mouth  and  blond  hair.  She  wore  a 
high-necked  red  blouse.  From  her  shoulders 
hung  a  leopard  coat. 

"Meet  Ruby,"  Seecamp  said.  "Ruby  the 
Rubble  Venus." 

Martin  sat  down.  "Can  we  talk?" 

"Sure.  What  will  you  drink?" 

"Rum,"  Martin  said. 

"Sure  we  can  talk,"  Seecamp  went  on. 
"Don't  mind  Ruby.  She  is  shy.  She  hardly 
ever  says  anything." 

A  waitress  lifted  the  straw  curtain. 

Double  rum  for  the  captain.  And  an- 
other bottle  of  champagne  for  me  and  Ruby." 

' '  I  spoke  with  Kabisch, ' '  Martin  said. ' '  He 
mentioned  details  " 

"The  details  are  set.  The  week  before 
Christmas.  Is  your  boat  ready?" 

"The  Mercedes — yes.  In  Helgenau." 

"Prima!  The  steamer  is  the  Kitty  Knight. 
She'll  be  due  from  Boston  and  she'll  have  a 
million  cigarettes  aboard.  It's  a  consignment 
for  a  syndicate  headed  by  some  Ami  desert- 


ers. The  smugglers  put  the  stuff  in  casks, 
hide  the  casks  in  the  water  tanks  and  oil 
tanks.  Who  snoops  for  cigarettes  in  water  and 
oil?  Nobody!  Smart  Yankees— too  smart  tdj 
carry  the  contraband  past  the  dock  guards 
They'll  keep  it  aboard  until  the  steamer! 
outbound,  and  then  they  fish  up  the  cask! 
and  throw  them  overboard  in  the  night.  anS 
the  syndicate  men  come  out  from  shoreiJ 
rowboats  and  pick  the  casks  out  of  the  river. 
That's  where  we  come  in." 

Martin  listened.  "  Who  else  comes  in?"  I 
"In  the  boat?"  Seecamp's  face  assumed 
its  battalion-commander  look.  "  First  of  all 
you.  The  night  of  the  transaction  you  go 
Helgenau  and  steal  the  speedboat.  Then  you 
pick  up  us— me,  Karl,  Ruby  and  a  Poll  with 
a  Thompson  machine  gun.  This  Pole  is  cheaJ 
We  rent  the  gun  and  he  comes  along  with  il 
We  let  the  smugglers  hoist  their  casks  oil 
of  the  water — and  then  we  move  in." 

Martin  felt  a  coldness  under  his  ribs. 

"The  rowboat  people  may  carry  guns," 
Ruby  said. 

"I  hope  not,"  Seecamp  said.  "I'll  ask 
Kabisch  to  find  out.  He's  got  a  listener  in  the 
syndicate.  If  so— a  burst  of  lead.  That's  wM 
we  hire  the  Pole." 

Ruby  looked  down  at  the  table.  "It's  go* 
ing  to  make  a  noise,"  she  murmured. 

"Don't  worry,"  Seecamp  told  her.  "ThJ 
captain  here— we've  got  a  fast  boat.  Therell 
no  police  launch  could  catch  a  Mercedes."  1 

"I'm  not  worrying.  I  just  hate  noise."  I 

Seecamp  talked  and  Martin  listened.  They 
would  rob  the  smugglers  and  then  land  their 
loot  at  a  lonely  spot  and  load  it  into  a  truck! 
Kabisch  would  send  to  meet  them.  MartiJ 
would  return  the  boat  to  the  Villa  Adria  and! 
that  was  where  the  trail  would  end. 

"One  million  cigarettes,"  Seecamp  was1 
saying.  "Hundred  thousand  for  you,  capn 
tain !  What  I  don't  see  is  why  you  want  t» 
waste  them  on  cement." 

Martin  drank  rum.  The  rum  had  no  effect. 
Scruples  were  a  luxury.  His  brain  was  clear 
with  the  clarity  of  a  brittle  emptiness.  He 
looked  at  Ruby.  She  did  not  shift  her  gaze. 

The  waitress  arrived  with  a  platter  of 
smoked  salmon.  Time  to  go,  Martin  thought. 
Seecamp  will  pay — and  I'll  pay. Seecamp.  He 
gathered  some  slices  of  salmon  from  the  plat- 
ter and  thrust  them  into  the  pocket  of  his 
jacket.  The  music  machine  erupted  in  a 
jangling  wail. 

"Will  you  dance  with  me?"  Ruby  asked. 

"Another  time,"  Martin  told  her. 

As  he  left  the  Kwkodil,  he  saw  Lottchen, 
the  oldest  daughter  of  Hein  Rode.  She  was  on 
the  glass  floor,  wedged  in  a  mass  of  dancers. 

"Go  home,"  Martin  wanted  to  say. 
"Where  were  you  when  we  buried  your 
mother?" 

He  said  nothing.  Home  was  a  hole  of 
dreariness.  Family  quarrels — ghosts  with 
evil  faces.  A  long  step  down  was  really  a  steri 
uphill. 

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■V  All  things  are  the  same — 
™  familiar  in  enterprise,  mo- 
mentary in  endurance,  eoarse 
in  substance.  All  things  now 
are  as  they  were  in  the  day  of 
those  whom  we  have  buried. 

— MARCUS  AUREUUS. 


(Continued  from  Page  78) 
,  |e  stood  in  the  night,  breathed  the  cold 
cJi.i  air.  Winter.  The  enemy.  He  fingered 
th  fish  in  his  pocket.  He  reflected  that  Lisa 
hi  probably  never  tasted  smoked  salmon. 

0  ragged  walls  gulls  perched,  their  feather 
cc  s  puffed  up  against  the  frost. 

isa  was  in  his  arms  and  her  eyes  were 
ar  ing.  Afterward  she  said,  "You  made  me 
4  ■■" 

x>n  Martin  blew  out  the  candle.  He  said, 
fct's  sleep.  Tomorrow  I  must  rise  early." 
Work  on  the  river?" 

1  Yes.  Two  jobs.  They  have  raised  a  sub- 
m  ine  that  was  blocking  the  channel  near 
T  acco  Dock.  I  have  to  tow  it  into  deep 
w  er  and  there  it'll  be  sunk  again.  After  that 

e's  an  American  tanker  to  tow." 
I  wish  I  could  go  with  you  on  trips."  Lisa 
I. ' 

It's  rough  and  cold  out  there." 
It's  lonely  here.  All  the  bricks  are  cleaned, 
we  soon  get  the  materials  to  start  build- 
Soon.  Sleep  well." 
You  also  sleep  well." 
he  smell  of  cellar  walls  mingled  with  the 
t  of  Lisa's  hair.  Stretched  out  in  the 
iess  of  their  sleeping  hole,  Martin  lis- 
to  her  breathing.  An  hour  passed,  but 
ould  not  sleep.  An  airplane  droned  in  the 
Int.  The  frosty  blackness  pressed  against 
h  temples;  and  inside  there  was  a  pressure 
a  )f  humid  heat.  Torment  made  him  want 
h  oss  about  and  curse ;  and  he  forced  him- 
H  not  to  move,  so  as  not  to  disturb  Lisa. 

'hen,  in  a  clear  voice, 
si  said,  "Martin — what  ■■■■■■■■ 
troubling  you?" 

I  thought  you  were 
Rep." 

;  I  woke  up.  You  are 
tKibled  about  some- 
t  ig." 

i  fie  reached  across  her 
a  I  took  a  cigarette  and 
h  lighter  from  the  box  ■■■■■■■■■ 

tit  was  their  night  table, 
le  small  flare  made  Lisa's  face  float  out  of 
t  blackness.  Her  lips  were  parted.  Her  eyes 
v  e  intent. 
"Tell  me,"  she  said. 

It's  uncertainty."  He  lay  back  and 
soked.  She  tucked  the  blanket  around  his 
saulders.  Then  she  raised  her  head  on  his 
est. 

'What  is  your  uncertainty,  Martin?" 

1'You." 

j'l?" 

'Yes.  Do  you  know  that  police  are  search- 
i  for  you?" 

-isa  sighed.  "I  feared  that  would  come." 

'We  must  know  what  we  should  do." 

T  want  to  do  what  is  be$t  for  you." 

'Together  with  you  I  want  to  build  a 
1  ,"  he  said.  "That  has  become  my  reason 
I  living." 

'But  you  have  your  work  too.  You  tow 
I  ps  that  bring  food  from  America.  That's 
;>ig  reason  for  living."  She  added,  "Which 
] lice  was  asking  for  me?" 

"German  police." 

"American  police  also?" 

"No.  I  don't  know — maybe  we  should  go 
the  Americans.  We  should  explain  this 

itter  to  them." 

"I  dread  policemen,"  Lisa  said.  "They  are 
cerested  only  in  the  ugly  parts  of  people's 
res.  But  the  Americans  are  not  like  police- 
en,  who  are  only  happy  if  they  can  hurt 
jmebody.  They  are  fair." 

[artin  said,  "Maybe  it  is  better  to  say 
at  they  believe  in  fair  play.  But,  like  the 
jssians,  they  want  us  to  think  and  feel  as 
ey  think  and  feel  themselves.  They  make 
difficult  to  work  with  them." 
Lisa  asked,  "Don't  you  trust  the  Amer- 
lans?" 

I  "I  trust  them  because  they  are  honest 
ith  others.  But  often  they  cannot  be  honest 
ith  themselves." 

Lisa  put  her  hands  on  his  forehead.  "Can't 
x>ple  just  live— decently— in  their  own 
ay— not  a  Russian  way  or  an  American 
ay  or  a  German  way — but  just  a  human 
iay?" 


"For  Americans."  Martin  said,  "the  hu- 
man way  is  the  American  way." 

"They  have  not  suffered  as  Europeans 
have  suffered.  How  should  they  know?" 

"It's  best  to  fight  one's  own  fight,"  Mar- 
tin said. 

Lisa  said  steadily,  "I  like  to  think  that 
time  passes  and  many  things  will  be  forgot- 
ten. There's  no  sense  in  being  bitter  or 
afraid." 

"Afraid  of  what?" 

"Police  " 

"One  could  avoid  it.  It's  easy  to  hide  in  a 
confusion." 

"What  comes,  will  come,"  Lisa  said. 

"And  the  bad  comes,  and  then  it'll  be  too 
late." 

"You  are  troubled.  I  try  to  have  faith." 
He  moved  a  hand  across  her  throat  and 
shoulders. 

"You  touch  me,"  she  said,  "and  there's 
music." 

"Do  you  have  faith  in  me?" 
"Yes." 

Martin  said,  "What  is  faith?" 
"Something  without  which  living  is  worth- 
less." 

Now  his  hand  lay  still  over  her  heart.  Out- 
side, in  the  night,  a  chunk  of  masonry 
thumped  to  the  ground.  He  asked,  "Do  you 
know  why  police  are  hunting  you?" 

"Yes.  Because  of  the  Russians.  Because 
of  Marcus." 

Suddenly  she  was  again  a  small  girl  cast 
away  in  misery  among  strangers.  She  moved 
away  to  the  edge  of  the  bed,  her  legs  stretched 
out  and  her  hands  folded 
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaal      across  her  middle.  Martin 
did  not  tell  her  of  his  en- 
counter with  Marcus. 


A  west  wind  blew  and 
the  first  snow  melted  and 
rain  and  sleet  streamed 
from  the  sky.  Then  cold 
masses  of  air  wandered 
■MM  southward  from  Green- 
land. The  day  skies  were  a 
pale  hostile  blue  and  the  night  skies  were 
aglitter  with  stars  and  the  quicksilver  in  the 
thermometers  crept  lower  and  sheets  of  ice 
covered  the  canals  that  led  eastward  from 
the  Ruhr.  Winter  prowled  into  cities  of 
twisted  steel  and  tumbled  masonry,  cities  of 
frightful  devastation,  not  with  the  dignity  of 
silence,  but  with  the  sounds  of  life  beating 
paths  across  ruins. 

The  schools  of  Nordune  were  closed.  No 
coal.  The  courts  were  closed,  the  administra- 
tion of  justice  suspended.  No  coal.  Prisoners 
in  the  jails  were  packed  into  cells  like  herring 
into  barrels  since  only  one  cell  out  of  ten 
could  be  heated.  Factories  in  operation  cur- 
tailed production  to  two  days  a  week  for  lack 
of  power  and  coal. 

The  snow  put  clean  white  carpets  on  the 
streets.  It  drew  white  headcloths  over  the 
roofs  of  houses  and  over  the  summits  of 
charred  walls  and  it  placed  white  dunce  caps 
on  countless  mounds  of  debris.  With  gay 
innocence  the  snowflakes  settled  in  the  hair 
of  women  hastening  homeward,  and  on  the 
helmets  of  policemen  setting  out  on  night 
patrol,  and  on  the  sack  of  coal  which  Martin 
was  carrying  to  the  quarters  of  Hein  Rode. 

He  wanted  to  speak  to  his  mate  about  the 
next  night— the  night  of  piracy  on  the  Nor- 
den  River.  Matters  were  coming  to  a  head — 
and  matters  were  wrong.  One  hundred  thou- 
sand cigarettes  ...  or  flight  and  wretched 
hiding,  another  uprooting,  or  a  striking  of 
roots:  The  Future.  The  Hercules  Towing 
Company  could  wish  for  no  better  man  than 
Hein  Rode  to  command  the  tugboat  Sirius. 

The  Rode  home  lay  on  the  first  floor  of  a 
dwelling  where  each  room  was  inhabited  by 
a  bombed-out  family.  The  door  had  no  lock, 
but  it  was  barred  from  inside.  Martin 
knocked. 

A  child  answered,  "Papa  "  The  door 

was  opened.  A  girl  of  ten,  clad  in  a  night- 
shirt, looked  up  at  him.  "Oh,"  she  said.  "I 
thought  papa  had  come  home." 

"Good  evening,  Annemarie." 

"Good  evening.  Captain  Martin.  Are  you 
looking  for  papa?  He  isn't  here  yet.  We  are 
all  in  bed  already." 


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"So  early?  It's  only  six  o'clock." 

"Outside  it's  snowing,"  the  girl  said.  "  It's 
cold.  Did  you  bring  us  coal?" 

"I  brought  a  sack  of  coal."  Martin  said. 
"May  I  come  in? " 

"Yes  -please  come  inside." 

Martin  set  the  sack  of  coal  on  the  flexor. 
The  girl  turned  on  a  light.  It  cast  a  weak 
glow:  the  bulb  was  small. 

"You  look  like  a  snow  man."  said  Anne- 
marie. 

Martin  brushed  off  the  snow.  The  stove 
was  cold.  From  it.  a  stovepipe  chimney  led 
through  a  hole  in  the  window.  The  fringes 
of  the  hole  were  plugged  with  paper  and 
grass.  To  both  sides  of  the  stove  stood  boxes 
filled  with  pine  cones  and  twigs.  Stacked 
against  the  wall  behind  the  boxes  were  large 
slabs  of  wood.  The  wood  gave  off  an  odor  of 
creosote. 

The  room  held  two  wide  beds  and  a  canvas 
cot.  Since  the  death  of  his  wife.  Hein  Rode 
slept  on  the  cot  when  he  was  not  out  on  the 
river.  One  of  the  beds  stood  unused.  Anne- 
marie  had  slipped  back  into  the  other  bed, 
which  she  shared  with  her  two  younger  sis- 
ters. Margarete  was  nine  years  old.  Susanna 
was  seven.  The  three  children,  side  by  side 
under  a  feather-bed  cover,  looked  at  Martin 
out  of  big.  trusting  eyes. 

"I  have  apples  for  you."  Martin  said. 

From  his  pockets  he  pulled  six  apples  he 
had  obtained  for  three  cigarettes  in  a  street- 
corner  swap.  One  after  another  he  held  them 
aloft  to  let  the  light  fall  on  their  red-and- 
green  skins.  Then  he  gave  two  apples  to  each 
of  the  girls. 

"Best  thanks."  Susanna  said. 

"My  best  thanks,  too,"  Margarete  said. 

"Many  thanks.  Captain  Martin,"  said 
Annemarie. 

They  munched  the  apples,  and  between 
bites  smiled,  a  blissful  concentration  in  their 
faces.  Martin  looked  at  the  faces.  Too  little 
food  had  made  them  thin.  Too  little  milk. 
Hunger  worked  in  the  head  as  well  as  in  the 
stomach. 

"I  am  going  to  make  a  fire,"  Martin  said. 
"Do  you  think  that'll  be  all  right?" 

"Papa  will  like  it  when  he  comes  home  and 
finds  it  warm,"  said  Annemarie.  "But  we 
have  no  paper  to  start  a  fire.  And  we  have  no 
matches." 

"Did  somebody  cook  supper  for  you 
girls?" 

Annemarie  moved  her  head  from  side  to 
side.  "  I  can  cook."  she  sa.id  through  a  mouth- 
ful of  apple.  "But  we  had  no  matches." 

"I'm  going  out  to  get  some  paper,"  Martin 
said. 

He  left  them  and  strode  two  blocks  to  a 
pamphlet  kiosk.  He  bought  a  pamphlet  and 
returned  to  the  room.  He  tore  the  pamphlet 
to  pieces  and  pushed  the  pieces  in  the  stove, 
heaped  pine  cones  on  top  of  the  paper,  and  on 
top  of  the  pine  cones  put  one  of  the  slabs  of 
creosoted  wood  and  a  sprinkling  of  coal.  He 
struck  his  cartridge-shell  lighter. 

As  the  flames  curled  upward  the  girls  sat 
up  to  watch  the  fire.  Three  pairs  of  skinny 
arms.  Three  pairs  of  folded  hands.  Chests  too 
flat.  Eyes  too  large  in  their  sockets.  Three 
faces  bathing  in  waves  of  warmth. 

"I  like  fire,"  Susanna  said.  "Have  you 
more  apples.  Captain  Martin?" 

"No.  I  should  have  brought  more." 

"The  apples  made  me  hungry,"  Susanna 
said. 

"That's  because  they  wake  up  your  stom- 
ach," Annemarie  said.  "Wait  till  papa  comes 
home.  He  always  brings  something." 

"Sometimes  he  brings  nothing,"  Susanna 
said. 

"He  brings  •  nothing  only  when  he  can 
get  nothing.'  Margarete  said.  "When  he 
brings  nothing  he  tells  us  stories  about 
stomachs  th; '  can  go  to  sleep  and  eat  in  their 
dreams." 

Martin  scooped  up  more  coal  with  his 
hands.  He  let  the  coal  slide  onto  the  lire. 
"It's  getting  good  and  warm  now,"  he  said. 
"And  next  week  there  are  some  ships  coming 
in  from  America  with  things  to  eat." 

"There  an-  lots  and  lots  of  good  things  (o 
eat  in  America,  aren't  there,  t  aplam  Mai 
tin?" 

"Yet." 


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"The  best  oatmeal  in  the  world,"  Susanna 
said  dreamily. 

Margarete  asked, "  What  will  the  Ami  ships 
bring  from  America  next  week?" 

"Corn  meal,  beans  and  wheat.  There'll  be 
one  ship  with  figs  and  dates." 

"Figs  and  dates?" 

"Yes.  For  Christmas." 

"Captain  Martin,  what  are  figs  and  dates?  " 

"Fruit,"  Martin  said.  "Very,  very  good 
for  children." 

"Will  it  be  Christmas  soon?" 

"Yes.  Soon." 

"The  Matz  baby  was  born  just  before  last 
Christmas,"  Margarete  said.  "Herr  Matz 
had  to  go  and  bring  it  home  from  the  hos- 
pital on  Christmas  night.  He  was  mad  be- 
cause the  hospital  gave  him  the  baby  in  a 
paper  sack." 

"He's  a  nice  fat  baby,"  Annemarie  said. 
"He  gets  milk  until  he's  three  years  old." 

"I  like  him,"  Susanna  said.  She  added 
sadly,  "But  the  Matzes  won't  let  me  touch 
him  at  all." 

"Because  you're  sick,"  Margarete  said. 
"They're  afraid  the  baby  is  going  to  die  if 
you  touch  him." 

Susanna  was  silent.  She  ran  her  hands 
slowly  through  her  tumbled  blond  curls  and 
stared  at  the  stove.  Martin  feared  that  she 
would  cry. 

"Quiet,  you  women,"  he  said.  "I  am  going 
to  tell  you  a  story." 

"Tell  us  a  story  about  America,"  Anne- 
marie begged. 

Hein  Rode  arrived,  crusted  with  snow  and 
tired  from  a  day's  hunting  for  rations.  He 
found  the  room  warm  and  his  captain  hulk- 


ft.  When  a  man  finds  no  peace 
"  within  himself  it  is  useless  loseek 
il  elsewhere.  — LA  ROCHEFOUCAULD. 


ing  on  the  bed,  his  children  crouched  around 
the  captain,  their  eyes  young  again  and  aglow 
with  a  happy  devotion. 

For  long  moments  there  was  an  awkward- 
ness between  the  mate  and  his  captain. 
Each  knew  the  trust  and  affection  held  for 
him  by  the  other,  and  each  felt  the  other's 
embarrassment :  rough  sea  dogs  engaged  in 
doings  that  should  have  been  the  task  and 
duty  of  some  good  woman.  A  bedtime  tale. 
A  market  bag.  A  twittering  of  voices  

"Good  evening,  papa  We  just  had  some 

apples.  Captain  Martin  gave  them  to  us.  .  . . 
Oh,  papa,  Captain  Martin  made  a  fire.  .  .  . 
He's  telling  us  a  story." 

"You  have  a  fine  crew  of  girls  here,"  Mar- 
tin said. 

"A  handful,"  Hein  Rode  said  gruffly. 
"Now  give  the  captain  peace — stop  wrig- 
gling like  a  batch  of  fish." 

"Did  you  bring  us  something,  papa?" 

"We're  going  to  have  a  Christmas  tree," 
Hein  Rode  growled.  "And  I  got  fish!  I  also 
got  a  candle." 

After  Martin  finished  his  tale  he  slipped 
three  packages  of  cigarettes  under  the  pillow 
on  Hein  Rode's  cot.  Before  he  departed  he 
drew  the  mate  aside.  They  were  in  the  corri- 
dor outside  the  room. 

"Tomorrow  and  the  day  after  tomorrow," 
Martin  told  Hein,  "you  take  charge  of  the 
tug." 

The  mate  grunted. 

"I'll  be  away,"  Martin  said.  "If  I  don't 
come  back— look  up  the  girl.  Lisa  Berger. 
You'll  find  her  in  the  cellar  of  Number 
Twenty-one,  Borkum  Alice.  Tell  her  to  do 
nothing.  Tell  her  to  wait  for  me." 

Hein  Rode  frowned.  "Scfinuggelei?  A 
deal  " 

"Yes.  A  deal  with  Seecamp.  On  the 
river."  , 

"Must  you— absolutely?" 

"I  want  to  rebuild.  I  see  no  other  way." 

Hein  Rode  moved  his  grizzled  head  from 
side  to  side.  "Your  heart's  not  in  it." 

"1  am  in  it.  I  can't  turn  back." 

"Sometimes  it  takes  plenty  of  courage  to 
turn  back,"  growled  the  mate.  He  added 
mildly,  "Early  this  morning  somebody  ran- 
sacked your  cabin." 

(Continued  on  Page  85) 


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ard?  Who?" 
etterman." 
id  you  see  him?" 

o.  Karl  had  the  watch.  He  reported  to 
y.  He  was  in  the  mess  and  about  four 
k  Wetterman  came  padding  in.  Karl 
d  Wetterman  wanted  to  steal  crew's 
is — so  in  the  dark  he  pretended  he  was 
>.  Wetterman  stood  there  and  looked 
n  and  then  padded  out  again.  Karl  got 
id  saw  Wetterman  unlock  your  cabin 
a  key.  He  saw  him  sneak  in  and  after  a 
sneak  out." 

•id  Wetterman  see  Karl?" 
lo." 

utin  clenched  his  fists. 

thought  you  should  know,"  said  the 

es— thanks!" 

ton't  do  anything  foolhardy.  It's  bet- 
get  drunk." 
rood  night." 
fals   und  Bein- 
."   Hein  Rode 
lot  look  at  his 
'iin.  He  added, 
and  sad,  "Good 


By  Mary  Cooper 


iat  night,  in  the 

of  No.  26  Fre- 

nstrasse,  Mari- 

f eared  that  the 
s  in  her  fingers 
d  snap.  Hanns 
ling  tortured  her. 

writing  he  had 

that  day  pressed 
lingless  and  dead 
is  mind.  For  his 

spiritual  suffer- 
le  sought  solace 
le  agony  of  the 
an  who  gave  him 
ove. 

arianne  cried  out 
iin,  "Let  me  go! 
se !  Oh— what  are 
doing!" 

Struggle.  .  .  . 

t's  fine!" 

[arianne  moaned. 

>n't — please!  .  .  . 

are  breaking  my 
^rs,  Hanns.  ...  I 
\  you,   I  love 

....  No,  Hanns. 

Please !  Oh,  why 

you  hurting  me 

that?" 

Do  you  know 
t  futility  is?  You 
dragging  me 
n.  You  are  mur- 
ng  me  as  a  writer." 
No,  Hanns,  that's 
true.  We  all  have 
bad  hours,  when 
ling  seems  to  come 
right.  I  want  to 
>  you.  I  want  to 
:  you  love.  Every- 
ig  in  me  wants  to 
J  you." 

You  are  a  ramshackle  carnivore 
ning  said. 

Ramshackle?"  Suddenly  Marianne 
led.  "Not  long  ago  you  called  me  a  flower 
;ing  in  a  wind.  I  want  to  be  much  more 
low  than  a  flower  and  an  animal.  Can't 
feel  that  everything  I  am  belongs  to 

?" 

That's  not  much."  Now  Hanns  Fleming 
tched  her  arm  with  both  hands.  He 
sted  it  slowly.  She  writhed.  "Not  much," 
repeated. 

arianne  lay  motionless.  Bursts  of  fire 
i  through  her  twisted  arm.  "Why  do  you 
that?" 
'Not  much." 
'How  much,  Hanns?" 
'A  few  chemicals,"  he  said  in  a  low,  cruel 
ce.  "Enough  iron  for  half  a  dozen  nails, 
e  phosphorus  in  you  might  serve  for 
itch  heads.  A  half  pound  of  salt,  maybe, 
ough  bone  calcium  to  whitewash  a  pigsty. 


Peter  brought  me  a  topaz  ring, 

A  mist  of  lace,  some  old  brocade, 
A  silver  cage  with  a  bird  to  sing, 
Mother  of  pearl,  and  a  box  of  jade. 


Five  liters  blood  and  sufficient  glycerin  for 
three  good  hand  grenades.  And  a  lot  of 
water." 

Marianne  felt  a  horror.  A  cold  awareness 
of  defeat  crept  outward  from  her  heart, 
snakelike.  "You  hurt  me  because  you  are 
angry  at  yourself,"  she  said  in  an  even  voice. 
"You  are  unhappy.  I  hate  to  see  you  un- 
happy." 

"Yes.  I  hate  myself.  I  wish  I  were  dead." 
"Don't   say   that,    Hanns.   Come — lie 
quiet." 

"How  stupid  you  are!" 
"I  want  to  help  you,  Hanns.  Don't  you 
understand?  I  love  you.  Tell  me  what  I  must 
do  to  please  you." 

"You  are  too  old,"  Hanns  Fleming  said. 
He  twisted  her  arm.  "You  are  a  one-legged 
old  carnivore." 

Marianne  wanted  to  scream,  but  she  made 
no  sound.  Hanns 
Fleming  got  up  and 
dressed  hastily.  He 
pocketed  his  Luger 
pistol  and  he  went 
out  to  walk  in  the 
night.  While  he  was 
away,  Marianne 
sobbed.  It  was  the 
first  time  she  had 
sobbed  since  the  fire 
bombs  had  killed  her 
child. 


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f 


Jock  rode  by  and  whistled  for  me, 
A  lark  sang  high  in  a  white  birch 
tree. 

A  lark  sang  clear,  he  gathered  each 
note 

And  held  them  near  my  pulsing 
throat. 

Peter  brought  me  some  fine  old  wine 
Filling  the  brim  of  a  golden 
chalice, 

Bracelets  crusted  with  diamond 
shine, 

And  a  golden  key  to  a  steepled 
palace. 

Down  to  the  stream  I  rode  with  Jock . . . 

Quicksilver  water  frothing  the  rock. 
Trout-clear  water;  he  scooped  it  up, 
Colder  than  ice,  in  a  bent  tin  cup. 

Peter  pledged  me  to  be  his  bride 
And  Jock  went  whistling  over  the 
lane; 

But  how  shall  I  hold  me  to  Peter's  side 
If  a  lark  should  sing  in  the  woods 
again? 

And  how  shall  I  ever  quench  my  thirst 
From  the  golden  cup  of  wine  within, 
I,  that  knelt  where  the  trout  stream 
burst 

And  drank  it  deep,  from  a  battered 
tin? 

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Hanns 


This  night  Martin 
did  not  go  to  Lisa. 
From  the  home  of 
Hein  Rode  he  strode 
to  the  harbor.  He 
showed  his  pass  card 
to  the  American  sen- 
try at  the  dock  gate. 
The  sentry  waved  him 
on,  and  Martin  strode 
to  the  quay  where  the 
Sirius  lay  moored.  A 
lantern  burned  in  the 
galley.  Martin  hailed 
Kossack,  the  stoker, 
who  had  the  harbor 
watch.  There  was  no 
answer. 

Martin  roared, 
"Kossack!" 

The  stoker  clam- 
bered out  of  the  fore- 
castle. 

Martin  said  in  a 
rage, ' '  Do  you  call  this 
manning  a  watch?" 

Kossack's  brutish 
face  wrinkled  in  a 
kind  of  scowling 
familiarity.  Shifting 
from  one  foot  to  the 
other,  he  mumbled, 
"I'm  busy  down 
below." 

"Busy  down  be- 
low," Martin  mim- 
icked. "You're  the 
watchman  and  you're 
busy  down  below." 
Kossack  made  a 
rumbling  noise.  His  shovel  hands  twitched. 

"Get  a  broom,"  Martin  said,  "and  sweep 
the  snow  off  the  deck." 

"In  the  middle  of  the  night?" 
"Yes — the  middle  of  the  night." 
"Snow's   still    falling,"    Kossack  said. 
"Makes  no  sense." 
"Sense  or  not — you  sweep!" 
Kossack  snarled.  Martin  advanced  to 
strike  his  stoker.  Kossack  backed  away 
through  the  snow,  bewildered,  until  he  stood 
against  the  anchor  winch.  He  stood  erect, 
his  arms  dangling,  defenseless. 

Martin  halted.  He  realized  the  injustice 
of  his  demand.  "Never  mind,"  he  said.  "I 

regret  " 

Kossack  mumbled,  "Stoker  can't  hit  a 
captain  .  .  .  can't  .  .  .  can't  do  it." 

Martin  asked,  "Is  the  engineer  aboard?" 
Kossack  stared.  "In  his  cabin." 
Martin  swung  about  and  took  the  lantern 
from  the  galley.  Then  he  knocked  on  Wetter- 
man's  door.  The  response  was  immediate. 


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LADIES'  HOMK  JOl  l!N  \l. 


May,  19 


the 

NEW  SHAPE 

is  the 

NEWS 


The  new-shape  lantern  sleeve  is  news  because  it's  the  most  enormous 
you've  seen  in  years.  Pulled  widely  and  softly,  it  lends  important  "top 
heaviness"  to  the  silhouette.  Emphasizes  this  year's  slim,  straight  look  by 
dramatic  contrast.  Yes,  there's  an  idea  behind  the  design. 

The  new-shape  Modess  box  is  news  because  it,  too,  has  an  idea  be- 
hind the  design!  Wrapped,  this  discreet-shape  box  might  be  bath  salts,  note 
paper,  candy.  No  one  could  guess  you  were  carrying  sanitary  napkins  ...  no 
more  need  you  wonder  if  anyone's  guessing!  And  another  appreciated  Modess 
exclusive,  the  new  box  is  tactfully  prc-wrapped  before  it  even  reaches  your 
store's  counter! 


•  Same  fine  quality  Modess  napkins 

•  Same  price — you  don't  pay 
for  these  two  new  extras 

•  Regular,  Super,  and  Junior 
Models  sizes 


Only  Modess 
comes  in  the  new-shape,  secret- 
shape  box. . .pre-wrapped! 


"Who's  that?" 

"Helm!"  He  entered.  All  doubts  left  him. 
The  Sirius  was  still  his  command;  and  he 
was  her  master.  He  closed  the  door. 

"I  expected  you,"  Wetterman  said  dryly. 

The  engineer  lay  stretched  out  on  his  bunk. 
He  did  not  rise.  He  turned  his  yellow  face 
and  blinked  at  the  light. 

"Wetterman,"  Martin  said,  "if  1  could  do 
what  I'd  like  to  do,  I'd  jerk  you  up  and  hit 
you." 

"Better  not." 

"You  rate  punishment." 

The  irony  vanished.  The  engineer  closed 
his  eyes.  When  he  opened  them  an  instant 
later  he  said,  "What  would  it  accomplish?" 

"Unfortunately — nothing." 

"I'm  glad  you're  capable  of  logic." 

"Not  your  kind  of  logic." 

The  engineer  bit  his  lips.  "What  do  you 
want?" 

"I  want  to  know  what  you  were  doing  in 
my  cabin  last  night.  1  also  want  the  key  you 
have,  the  key  for  my  cabin." 

"  I  have  no  key." 

"Liar." 

"You  are  excited  about  something.  Can 
you  explain?" 

Martin  demanded.  "Do you  know  Kurz of 
the  police?  " 

"No." 

"Liar.  Spy." 

Wetterman  said  softly,  "Can  we  afford  to 
sting  each  other?  You  are  worried  about  the 
girl.  She  was  on  the  list.  I  did  not  make  her 
your  mistress." 

"It  was  you  who  denounced  Lisa  Berzins 
to  the  police." 

"For  good  reasons.  You  know  them." 

"Russian  reasons." 

"They  valid   rea-  H^M^^^I 

sons,"   Wetterman  said. 
"The  most  valid  reasons        Mope  is  a  « 
in  Europe  today."  bul  u  is  a  bad 

Martin  said,  "You 
thought  you  could  frighten 
me  into  throwing  her  to 
the  dogs,  and  now  I  shall  give  you  a  beating." 

"You  threaten  me."  Wetterman  said 
slowly.  "You'd  be  wise  to  reckon  the  cost. 
You're  not  dealing  with  a  little  tugboat  ma- 
chinist. You  should  keep  in  mind  that  you 
are  dealing  with  an  organization  that  is 
everywhere,  an  organization  that  has  never 
lost  a  campaign." 

"A  campaign  to  destroy  a  girl?"  Martin 
went  on  coldly.  "Your  time  of  bluffing  and 
interference  is  over." 

"You  are  bitter.  I  will  explain  again  that 
it  is  a  decision  to  destroy  counterrevolution- 
ary assassins  operating  on  this  side  of  the 
Elbe  River.  The  key  is  Marcus  Berzins.  The 
key  to  Marcus  Berzins  is  his  sister." 

"The  girl  has  no  contact  with  her  brother." 

"Perhaps  not — at  the  moment."  Wetter- 
man sat  up  on  his  mattress  and  stared  at 
Martin.  "Why  not  work  with  us?  It  pays 
well !  The  Eastern  Zone  needs  men  like  you. 
It  may  even  be  arranged  that  you  keep  the 
girl." 

"After  you  have  used  her  to  trap  her 
brother?  " 

"It  is  safe  to  assume  that  she  knows  his 
hiding  place." 

"It  is  extremely  unsafe  for  you  to  assume 
anything." 

The  engineer  was  silent. 

"You  are  a  skunk,"  Martin  said.  "I  want 
you  to  pack  your  bag  and  get  off  this  ship." 

"By  whose  authority?" 

"Mine." 

You  don't  have  such  authority.  What 
reasons  would  you  give  to  the  marine  super- 
visor? Would  you  demand  my  discharge  on 
the  grounds  that  I  interfere  with  your  .  .  . 
patronage  of  a  war  criminal?" 

"On  the  grounds  that  you  arc  an  agent  of 
the  Soviet  police." 

"You  guess  wildly.  You  need  proof." 

"You  are  going  to  leave  this  ship,"  Martin 
said.  "And  if  harm  ever  (ouches  Lisa  Ber- 
zins  " 

"  Let's  be  reasonable  men    not  gangsters." 

"I  am  a  very  reasonable  man,"  Martin 
•aid.  "I  should  hit  you  with  Ibis  lantern." 

I  In  engineer  remained  impassive.  He  did 
not  even  look  at  I  he  lantern  in  Mai  tin's  hand. 


ood  In 

suppei 


ikfa: 


-BACON. 


"  If  this  girl  would  go  to  Berlin  voluntarily 
he  said,  "then  the  West  Police— Kurz  ai 
his  ilk—could  be  left  out  of. the  picture.  S| 
could  give  her  information  confidentially 
Berlin  and  Kurz  could  be  told  that  the 
formation  about  Marcus  Berzins'  sister  fl 
wrong.  Perhaps  a  case  of  mistaken  identit 

Otherwise  " 

"Otherwise  " 

"Control  yourself,"  Wetterman  said."  Y 
are  too  emotional.  Could  the  girl  be  qu 
tioned  here?" 

"You  don't  understand  the  situation 

"By  our  operatives.  In  your  presence, 
you  wish." 

"No." 

"Then  she  must  go  to  Berlin,"  Wettermi 

said. 

"She  is  not  going  to  Berlin.  And  she  isn 
going  to  be  questioned." 

How  will  you  prevent  it?  "  The  engineei 
voice  was  mournful  and  caustic.  "Her  arre 
is  an  administrative  matter.  She  is  on  the  lj 
and  we  can  demand  her  surrender  at  i 
zonal  frontier.  There  is  also  the  routine  p 
lice  procedure  for  the  repatriation  of  inc 
viduals  caught  without  the  required  zon 
passes." 

The  engineer  leaned  forward.  The  umbi 
colored  eyes  were  intensely  alive  in  the  mas 
like   malaria    face.    Martin  thought, 

spider  

Wetterman  continued:  "You  could  go 
the  Americans.  I  do  not  think  you  will  fi 
sympathy  with  the  Americans.  They  det 
their  job.  They  are  sick  of  the  German  prc 
lem.  Last  week,  for  instance,  they  carried  t 
evacuation  exercises  in  their  office  building: 
Martin  cut  him  sho 
I^^H^^^H  "I  give  you  live  minu 
to  pack  your  belongin 
and  get  off  my  ship 
told  Wetterman. 

The  engineer  did  n 
move.     "Captain,  y< 
probably  do  not  realt 
that  one  word  from  me  can  land  you 
prison  as  a — a  pirate." 

Martin  said  nothing.  A  faint  rattle  can 
from  the  lantern  he  carried. 

"I  am  not  a  stool  pigeon  "  Wettermi 
went  on.  "But  neither  am  I  blind  or  dej 
Go  thieving  all  you  like,  with  Seecamp 
alone — you  have  my  blessing."  Mute  lau^ 
ter  moved  across  the  yellow  face.  "I  see  yi 
are  surprised.  Would  it  not  be  more  profi 
able  if  we  came  to  terms?" 

"You  know  my  terms.  Get  out!  You  no 
have  one  minute  left." 

"Fascist  gangster  talk!"  The  engine 
stood  up.  "Whether  or  not  you  know 
Captain  Helm,  you  have  the  sentiment 
attitude  of  an  American.  You  are  childish 
unscientific!  Like  an  American,  you  want 
solve  your  problem  individually,  in  a  mann 
as  antiquated  as  Buffalo  Bill.  Why  risk  yo 
neck  for  a  worthless  woman?" 

Now  the  cold  tenseness  hammered  agair 
Martin's  eyes.  The  seconds  passed.  "  It's  y< 
who's  risking  his  neck,"  he  said. 

"My  neck  is  nothing.  I  risk  it — yes!  F 

the  future  " 

Martin  set  down  the  lantern.  He  looked: 
the  engineer,  helpless,  in  a  rage,  as  thoup 
he  saw  in  that  bony  figure  with  its  parchmen 
skinned  head  and  its  strong  white  teeth 
personification  of  the  whole  fantastic,  fru 
(rating  madness  of  existence  since  his  retui 
from  America. 

—  not  like  you."  Wetterman  finishd 
"for  a  cheap  little  fascist  slut." 

Martin's  right  list  crashed  against  Wette 
man's  mouth.  His  left  list  struck  the  side< 
the  neck.  Wetterman  reeled  against  tl 
bulkhead.  A  glass  fell  from  a  vvashstand. 
splintered  on  the  cabin  floor.  Martin  lungi 
and  in  a  wild  daze  knew  that  the  othei 
hands  clutched  his  neck  and  that  thuml 
were  pressing  crushing! y  against  his  Adam 
apple.  Again  he  struck  at  the  mouth.  Tl 
thumbs  eased  their  pressure.  The  ham 
■lipped.  The  engineer  was  down  on  his  han< 
and  knees.  The  long-lingered  hands  wc 
searching  across  the  floor.  The  lingers  clow 
around  a  sliver  of  glass,  and  the  man  llv 
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LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


89 


(Continued  from  Page  86) 
Vrtin  saw  the  sliver  of  glass  jab  toward 
*es.  Wetterman's  knee  thrust  hard  into 
i  oin.  Martin  seized  the  yellow  wTist  and 
Md  it  sharply.  Wetterman  whimpered, 
tie  Martin  kicked  him  with  deliberate 
Kity.  The  engineer  collapsed  and  lay 
01 

\  rtin  bent  low  and  turned  Wetterman 
wd.  He  kicked  the  side  of  the  feebly 
rii  ng  neck.  Then  he  grasped  the  engineer 
m,  broken  neck  and  the  seat  of  his  khaki 
Oi:rs  and  raised  him  from  the  floor  like  a 
msack.  He  was  under  the  hallucination 
a  he  tugboat  was  under  way.  There  was 
I  head  a  rumbling  rhythm,  as  of  an  en- 
wunning  under  full  steam.  His  intention 
mo  cast  his  engineer  overboard  into  the 
n  What  returned  him  to  reason  was  the 
Kil  of  Kossack. 
tapitdn!  Was  ist  hier  los?" 
1;  open  door.  Fresh,  cold  air.  Martin 
■Dmething  warm  run  into  his  eyes.  He 
■  his  eyes.  He  saw  the  night  and  the 
Hand  snow  falling  through  the  wind  and 
I  that  the  Sirius  lay  idle  in  Nordune. 
■stoker  was  holding  a  crowbar  in  both 

othing  is  the  matter,"  Martin  said, 
id  you  kill  him?" 

don't  know."  He  picked  up  the  lantern, 
me  out." 

ssack  stood  aside.  Martin  went  to  the 
.  He  pumped  water  into  a  basin,  cooled 
:e.  He  saw  that  his  hands  were  wounded, 
ashed  off  the  blood 


■\  Booker  T.  Washington  once  got 
W  off  a  train  in  Charleston,  South 
Carolina.  He  had  a  pressing  speak- 
ing engagement.  He  saw  nothing  to 
ride  in  hut  an  old  hack  owned  by  a 
white  man.  "No  nigger  is  going  to 
ride  in  this  hack  as  long  as  I  am  driv- 
ing it."  said  the  white  man.  Said 
Washington,  "All  right,  sir,  you  just 
get  in  behind,  and  I  will  drive  you  if 
you  will  not  drive  me."  So  before  the 
owner  could  think,  Booker  T.  Wash- 
ington had  driven  him  to  the  hall, 
paid  his  fee  and  was  ready  to  deliver 
his  speech. 


St  the  soap  burn  in 
ounds.  In  his  own 
he  gathered  into 
/as  tool  bag  things 
ad  bartered  for 
Then  he  took  an 
y  coal  sack  from 
;er.  On  his  way  to 
iunker  he  saw  the 
r  emerge  from 
erman's  cabin. 
;  he  dead?" 
le's  breathing." 
ick  gave  an  un- 
lin  grin.  "Call 
Aid?" 

>octor  can't  help  fcMMS^BeSHH 

I  broke  his  neck. 

:  him  alone.  Don't  touch  anything, 
the  harbor  command  in  the  morning." 
irtin  extinguished  the  lantern.  He 
d  away. 

'ell  Seecamp,"  he  said.  "Tell  him  I  will 
elp  in  the  deal." 

he  deal  " 

es." 

Vhat  shall  I  tell  the  others?"  asked 
ack. 

'Vhat  others?"  -  * 

'olice." 
don't  care." 

artin  opened  the  bunker  hatch.  He  low- 
t  himself  into  the  bunker  to  fill  the  sack 
i  coal.  This  night  he  would  go  to  Lisa 
i  all. 

kiSACK  watched  his  captain  stride  away 
.  ie  night.  He  suffered  the  same  confusion 
:  ad  felt  when  British  mines  blew  up  the 
i  s  on  which  he  had  served  in  the  war.  To 
:  ft  alone,  in  a  snowstorm,  in  the  company 

corpse— the  stoker  did  not  like  it. 
ie  crossed  the  deck  and  sprang,  his  hands 
string  for  the  rim  of  the  quay.  The  edge 
;  slippery  with  snow.  Kossack  fell.  He 
led  heavily  on  the  top  of  the  bulwark, 
'I  then  plunged  into  the  harbor. 
|e  swam,  afraid  of  being  crushed  against 
lfoncrete  wall.  He  skirted  the  tug  and  no- 
1  re  did  he  find  handhold  enough  to  allow 
i1  to  climb  back  aboard.  Again  it  was  as  it 
e  been  when  the  mines  blew  up  his  trawl- 
"lin  the  war.  He  coughed  the  salty  water 
n  his  lungs.  The  Sirius,  he  realized,  was 
:  sinking.  The  hull  was  sheathed  in  a 

:ing  of  ice.  Numbed  by  the  cold,  Kossack 
)  istride  the  rudder,  below  the  stern,  aware 
I  lis  own  confused  screaming,  and  about 

the  snow  fell,  and  the  water  devoured 

falling  snow. 

fter  a  long  time  he  heard  voices.  There 
!  e  lights,  and  thumping  footfalls  on  the 


deck.  He  shouted,  "In  God's  name — pull 
me  out!" 

The  men  who  tossed  him  the  end  of  a  rope 
and  pulled  him  to  safety  were  policemen. 
Kossack  stood  in  the  illumination  of  flash- 
lights. "I  fell  overboard." 

"We  came  exactly  in  time.  Who  was  mur- 
dered?" 

"The  engineer." 

"How  did  you  kill  him?" 

"I  didn't.  The  captain  killed  him." 

"Who?" 

"The  Captain  Helm!" 
"Helm?  Why?  Where  is  he?" 
"He  ran  away." 

"He  ran  away?  We  shall  see!  Lies  have 
short  legs." 

Two  Sipos  pushed  Kossack  to  the  galley. 
They  made  a  fire  while  the  leader  of  the 
patrol  inspected  the  engineer.  Wetterman 
was  dead.  The  patrol  chief  carefully  in- 
spected the  engineer's  cabin.  What  he  dis- 
covered caused  him  to  dispatch  a  Sipo  to  the 
nearest  telephone  to  request  the  presence  of 
the  investigator  who  in  the  immediate  past 
had  directed  the  surveillance  of  Capt.  Mar- 
tin Helm. 

The  cellar  hole  was  dark.  A  pale  peace  lay 
over  the  ruins  of  Borkum  Allee.  The  snow 
poured  forth  an  eerie  light  in  which  the 
buckets  and  barrels  of  Lisa's  frozen  garden 
appeared  like  markers  on  some  abandoned 
anchorage.  Martin  halted.  The  white  still- 
ness released  a  fear :  he 
■HDHIH  had  a  vision  of  Lisa 
huddled  in  a  jail. 

Fear  gave  way  to  a 
quick,  hot  hatred.  Of 
Wetterman.  Of  Kurz 
Of  the  whole  cursed 
and  broken  land  He 
thrust  himself  through 
the  cellar  window. 

"Lisa?"  Martin 
whispered. 
Silence. 

"Lisa — this  is  Mar- 
tin." 

She  threw  her  arms 
around  him.  "Martin, 
^mjtm^mummMt      is  it  you?  Is  it  really 
you?" 

He  turned  up  her  face  and  kissed  her.  Her 
face  had  the  coldness  of  the  snow,  but  her 
lips  were  warm.  So  they  stood  for  a  long 
time. 

Then  Martin  said,  "Thank  God  you're 
still  here." 

"Where  else  would  you  expect  to  find  me?" 
"Nowhere  else.  I  had  a  stupid  fear." 
"A  fear?  Of  what?" 

"I  don't  know — it  had  to  do  with  your 
brother  Marcus." 

"That  is  strange,"  Lisa  said.  "  I  sat  up  to 
wait  for  you.  The  cold  made  me  fall  asleep. 
Have  you  eaten?" 

"Yes,"  Martin  said.  "Have  you  eaten?" 

"I  traded  the  typewriter  I  found.  I  got 
two  hundredweights  of  cabbage  and  a  slab 
of  pork.  For  some  of  the  cabbage  I  got  can- 
dles and  a  box  of  matches.  And  several  old 
books  for  fire  making.  It's  nice  to  have  a 
fire  when  a  man  is  in  the  house." 

She  lit  a  crude  candle— tallow  filled  into  a 
tin  can.  The  light  it  cast  left  the  cellar  walls 
in  a  fringe  of  darkness.  Martin  looked  at  the 
pile  of  cabbages  on  the  floor.  He  felt  he  must 
tell  her  that  he  had  killed  a  man.  Instead  he 
asked : 

"How  did  you  move  so  much  cabbage?" 

Lisa  smiled.  "I  built  a  wagon." 

"A  wagon!  And  I  was  afraid  you  might 
have  frozen!" 

"Me?  I  come  from  a  country  of  harsh 
winters!  On  the  rubble  dump  I  found  two 
iron  wheels.  A  piece  of  pipe  I  used  for  an 
axle.  Then  I  found  a  trunk  with  the  cover 
torn  off.  I  put  it  together  with  wire.  It's  a 
wobbly  old  wagon.  I'm  sure  nobody  will  ever 
steal  it." 

Martin  laughed.  He  drew  her  to  him. 
Again  they  kissed. 

"What  am  I  to  you,  Martin?" 

He  grinned.  "A  wagon  builder.  A  collector 
of  cabbages." 

(Continued  on  Page  91) 


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—what  else,  please?" 
brave  heart.  Delight.  Youth."  He 
"What  would  you  do  if  suddenly  we 
rn  apart?" 

reflected.  Then  she  said,  "I  should 
ppy  to  have  had  these  hours  with 

in  was  silent. 

asked,  "Is  that  love?" 

retimes  I  wish  I  were  older,"  Lisa 
jerly.  "Then  I  could  give  you  more." 
;  his  nearness,  she  continued:  "Isn't 
w  lovely?  Aren't  we  lucky,  Martin? 
thinking  how  terrible  the  snow  is  to 
who  have  no  place  to  stay.  But  maybe 
nk  I  talk  too  much?  Now  I'm  going 
e  a  fire." 

lipped  out  of  his  arms.  She  knelt  in 
f  the  laundry  oven  and  reached  for 
the  books  which  lay  alongside  a 
pile  of  broken-up  picture  frames, 
in  said,  "I  brought  you  coal." 
was  tearing  pages  out  of  the  book, 
mg  them  and  pushing  the  crumpled 
nto  the  oven.  Then  she  carefully 
three  pieces  of  picture  frame  on  the 
yramid  of  paper  and  set  fire  to  it  with 
die. 

flames  climbed.  A  crackling  came 
e  wood.  Lisa  turned  her  head.  There 
adiance  on  her  face.  Martin  sat  on 
ck  floor  and  sprinkled  coal  on  the 
i  together  they  hugged  the  pool  of 
below  the  street  and  the  whirling 


she  asked. 


^  A  good  example  is  like  a 
^  bell  I  hat  calls  many  to 
church.  —DANISH  PROVERB. 


aid,  "When  I'm  with  you,  troubles 
ay." 

[  you  have  troubles? 
:hing    much — just 
ing  one  has  of  ex- 
ver  the  crater  of  a 
i,  waiting  to  fall." 
n't  feel  that  way! 
v  what  it  is.  Only 
e  it's  not  a  vol-  ■■^■■■Ml 
ut  just  a  wall  that 
me  want  to  smash  through  it  with 
d.  Then  I  remember  something  my 
used  to  tell  us  when  we  were 

lat  did  she  tell  you?" 
shook  a  finger  in  admonition:  "  'Chil- 
hildren,  you  can't  go  with  your  heads 
a  wall.  The  thinnest  wall  is  always 
than  the  hardest  head.'" 
tin  picked  up  another  stick  of  wood, 
jsed  it  on  the  fire,  and  put  on  more 
isa  quickly  reached  for  his  wrist, 
u  are  hurt,"  she  said.  "What  hap- 

l)thing  much — a  fight." 
I'mebody  has  bitten  your  hand!  It's 
end  swollen!"  ►  • 

(Is  nothing.  Men  have  fights." 
9  tried  to  draw  his  hand  out  of  the  light, 
itiught.  What  if  she  asks  more?  Her  illu- 
W  security  would  be  destroyed !  Beyond 
il  and  the  courage  of  youth — that  illu- 
pj  as  the  most  precious  of  her  possessions, 
r  lestroy  tins  good  night,  their  last,  per- 
il together'  Was  it  intuition  that  told  her 
I  no  more  about  it? 
a  said,  "  I  brought  something  for  you  in 
s  lall  bag.  This  time  you  guess." 
[pal?  Or  potatoes?" 
[Jo." 

Ijther  food?  No?  .  .  .  What  could  it 

'  ioes,  a  dress,  a  warm  coat." 

'  u,  Martin!"  In  an  instant  she  was  on 

[let.  "May  I  look?" 

"lire." 

ti:arried  the  tool  bag  to  the  bed.  One  by 
lie  drew  out  the  things  he  had  bartered 
t  ;  railroad  station.  Each  piece  she  held 
1  in  reverent  silence,  and  then  carefully 
fc  it  on  the  bed. 

don't  know  what  to  say,"  she  mur- 
i  i.  "It's  like  Christmas  ...  at  home." 
'  ut  them  on." 
'  es,  Martin." 

le  minutes  flew  by;  a  wind  of  sadness 
-  ubilation.  Lisa  sacrificed  the  last  of  her 
■  Jod.  In  the  still  illumination  shed  by  the 
'  e  and  in  the  chattering  light  from  the 


open  stove  she  paraded  around  the  cellar. 
She  wore  a  black  woolen  dress  which  had  a 
wine-red  collar  and  wine-red  cuffs,  and 
shadows  followed  her  around  the  cellar  walls. 
The  coat,  which  was  less  new  than  the  dress, 
she  carried  folded  over  her  arm.  On  her  bare 
feet  she  wore  shiny  brown  leather  shoes 
on  which  she  cast  glances  of  pride  and  ad- 
miration. Then  her  walk  became  a  dance 
around  the  pile  of  cabbages  on  the  cellar 
floor. 

Suddenly  she  checked  herself  and  cried 
out,  "But  you're  not  watching  me!" 

Indeed,  he  was  not  watching  her.  He  was 
thinking  of  Wetterman  dead  in  his  cabin,  and 
of  Kossack  prowling  the  Sirius'  deck,  and  of 
Seecamp  and  Kabisch  and  the  Mercedes 
boat  of  the  friendly  Frau  Major;  and  he 
thought  of  the  hundred  thousand  cigarettes 
that  would  have  been  his  share,  and  of  the 
future  which  had  become  a  great  emptiness 
of  torment  and  futility. 

To  Lisa  he  said,  "I  am  watching  your 
happiness." 

"You  were  watching  the  shadows!" 

"Yes — I  was  watching  your  shadow  on 
the  walls." 

"They  aren't  me  at  all.  They're  " 

"What  are  they?" 

"Grotesque.  Funny." 

"Yes,  they  are  funny." 

She  came  to  him.  "Were  you  thinking 
about  the  house  we're  going  to  rebuild?" 

He  said,  "I  was  thinking  of  that." 

Fine  snow  was  seeping  around  the  edges 
of  the  iron  shutter  of  their  window. 

They  came  before  dawn.  A  boot  banged 
against  the  shutter  of  the  window.  The  beams 
^^^^^^^^     of  torchlights  fell  obliquely 
^^""^^^      into  the  cellar,  aimed  by 
men  who  crouched  cau- 
tiously against  the  outside 
of  the  cellar  wall.  Lisa 
screamed.    Martin,  who 
■■■■■■H     had  lain  awake,  sprang 
up. 

"We  have  you  covered,"  said  a  voice. 
He  could  not  see  the  faces  outside  the  win- 
dow. 

"Come  out,"  the  voice  commanded.  "This 
is  police.  Raise  your  hands  and  come  out." 
The  voice  was  familiar.  Martin  knew  it  be- 
longed to  Oberkriminalsekretar  Kurz. 

Martin  faced  the  window.  "May  I  dress?" 
he  asked. 

"No.  Take  your  clothes,"  Kurz  told  him. 
"Dress  outside." 

Martin  gathered  up  his  clothes.  To  Lisa  he 
said,  "Farewell  " 

She  whispered,  "Wait  for  me!" 

Kurz  shouted  brutally,  "Come  outside!" 

Martin  climbed  out  into  the  whirling  snow. 
Three  men  stood  in  the  snow,  their  pistols 
drawn.  One  was  Kurz.  The  others  were 
uniformed  Sipos.  Their  electric  torches 
pointed  at  Lisa,  who  lay  on  the  bed,  her  face 
white  and  masklike  in  the  blackness  of  the 
cellar. 

"Get  dressed,"  Kurz  said  to  Martin. 
He  asked,  "Why  am  I  arrested?" 
"Murder." 

To  Martin's  mind  came  the  small  Jewish 
boy  who  lived  in  the  cellar  of  Marianne's 
house  and  who  had  sprinted  away  from  his 
tormentors.  Martin  carried  his  clothes  in  one 
hand,  and  his  boots  in  the  other.  He  looked 
at  Kurz. 

"  Hurry,"  said  Kurz.  "A  man  needs  sleep." 

Martin  ducked  and  ran.  He  leaped  into 
the  cleared  cellar  of  his  own  house  and  sprang 
across  the  stacked  bricks  Lisa  had  cleaned. 
He  climbed  out  of  the  cellar  on  the  far  side 
and  vaulted  the  jagged  remnant  of  a  wall. 
Behind  him  there  were  shouting,  cracking 
sounds  and  spitting  tongues  of  fire  in  the 
night,  and  the  sharp  small  sounds  of  bullets 
striking  wreckage.  One  of  Lisa's  containers 
of  garden  earth  toppled  from  its  perch.  It 
landed  with  a  crash,  and  Martin  heard 
nothing  more.  Barefooted  he  ran  through  a 
labyrinth  of  house  cadavers,  heedless  of 
direction,  and  the  darkness  shrouded  him, 
and  the  falling  snow  obscured  his  footmarks 
in  the  wild  unreality  of  Nordune. 

(To  be  Continued) 


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Darling,  yon  carit  have  the  right  angle 

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This  year's  "upper  storv"  has  a 
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May  is  a  fine  month  for  puppies,  grown  dogs  and  people.  There  is 
holiday  in  the  air — and  old  bones,  buried  last  fall,  to  be  dug  for. 


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Domesticity 


Bv  ii  LADYS  TAKE II 


1\ST  week  Jill  decided  she  really  had  to 
get  her  glasses  fixed.  Mr.  D'Andrea.  our 
/  ocu!  ist . !  >oked  at  her  insurprise  whenshe 
'  came  in.  One  of  her  eyes  was  peering  at 
him  througli  the  lower  part  of  one  bifocal 
lens,  and  the  other  eye  looked  barely  over 
the  top  lens  of  the  other  side. 
"My,"  he  said. 

Jill  blushed  slightly.  "We  have  an  Irish 
setter."  she  said.  '"She  got  a  little  enthusi- 
astic one  day." 

He  disappeared  with  the  warped  frame. 

He  had  just  finished  a  rush  order  for  me 
for  a  duplicate  pair  because  I  had  lost  my 
glasses  at  a  dog  show  while  I  was  trying  to 
get  both  Sister  and  Linda  in  the  car.  plus 
a  lunch  box.  two  tins  of  scent-discrimina- 
tion objects  and  a  folding  chair. 

I  invariably  lose  something  at  a  dog 
show.  Last  winter,  I  left  my  best  new  boots 
under  the  bench.  It  isn't  so  hard  when  you 
are  working  for  the  Companion  Degree,  but 
when  you  advance  to  the  Utility,  you  have 
to  manage  your  dog.  your  dumbbell,  your 
seek-back  object  and  a  lunch  box  filled 
with  the  objects  for  scent  discrimination. 
You  have  your  entry  papers  to  worry 
about,  a  missing  leash,  a  kit  with  brush  and 
comb  and  bench  chain. 

There  is  never  any  doubt  as  to  what  you 
are  doing.  When  we  went  to  the  Boston 
show,  we  entered  the  Copley  Plaza  with  a 
bare  minimum  of  equipment,  meaning  we 
had  only  two  suitcases  besides  all  the  dog 
things  and  two  dogs.  As  we  staggered  into 
the  elevator,  we  drew  quite  a  crowd. 

We  had  to  sign  a  pa|x-r  that  we  would 
pay  for  any  damage  the  dogs  did.  The 
dogs,  of  course,  did  none,  but  there  was  a 
convention  of  one  of  the  national  men's 
clubs  in  the  hotel  and  around  four  in  the 
morning  I  wondered  why  theydidn't  get  the 
men  to  sign  a  paper  that  they  would  Ik-  re- 
sponsible for  anything  they  did  to  make 
trouble. 

On  the  way  home  from  Boston,  we  de- 
cided that  we  really  ought  to  give  up  the 
whole  dog  game.  It  takes  up  so  much  time, 


and  you  get  so  tired,  and  you  can  work  yot 
heads  off.  all  for  nothing.  , 

So  we  stopped  to  see  Champion  Big 
Cover  Charge,  one  of  the  greatest,  if  nt 
the  most  wonderful,  blond  cockers.  Mr 
Biggs  brought  him  in  and  we  had  a  nk 
visit,  and  then  we  just  took  a  look  at  his  ne 
puppies.  One  of  them  said  at  once  that  sr. 
would  come  and  join  the  Stillmeadow  fan 
ily.  She  was  just  eight  weeks  old.  the  cok 
of  freshly  churned  sweet  butter  and  wit 
eyes  eager,  dark  and  shining. 

Some  people  might  think  we  had  enougB 
dogs.  but.  as  I  pointed  out  as  we  wrappej 
the  baby  up  and  went  back  to  the  livir 
room,  we  had  no  eight- week-old  blonde; 
all.  The  youngest  puppies  were  alreac 
nine  months  old.  and  Honey's  last  pupi. 
is  now  over  eleven  years  old. 

It  seemed  very  rational  to  me.  as  lor 
as  Jonquil  thought  the  whole  thing  u 
herself. 

Introducing  a  new  puppy  requires  a  frt 
simple  rules.  The  first  week  sets  the  ton 
for  the  whole  life  of  the  new  member  c 
the  household.  The  puppy  should  have  I 
bed  of  his  own  in  a  small  room  —we  use 
my  dressing  room  for  Jonquil.  The  floo 
of  the  room  should  lx1  lined  with  newi 
papers,  and  the  puppy  should  have  hi 
meals  in  that  place,  and  be  put  there  fcf_ 
rest  periods  during  the  day.  A  dog  tha 
gets  used  to  beinu  by  himself  at  an  earlj 
age  will  not  cause  the  neighbors  to  pho 
the  police  later  on  when  he  howls  by  tin 
hour. 

Also,  this  Ixums  housebreaking,  espe 
cially  if  you  keep  the  puppy  in  the  roon 
for  a  little  while  after  eating. 

The  first  night  or  two  away  from  tru 
litter,  the  puppy  will  cry.  This  is  tin  timi 
to  let  him  cry.  It  is  harder  on  you  than  or 
him.  It  is  the  Inginning  of  his  training  ad 
a  dog  who  can  go  anywhere  and  be  i 
social  asset. 

The  puppy  also  will  Ik-  as  good  as  his  feed  I 
ing.  There  are  various  formulas  for  feeding ! 

(Continurii  on  J'uitr  Vn) 


LADIES'  HOME  l<)l  K  \  \l 


ou  can  sleep  in  BEAUTYREST  Luxur 
if  you  can  afford  the  daily  paper! 


•  •  • 


i 


Would  you  believe  that  you  could  have  a 
Beautyrest*  mattress  with  all  its  superb  luxury  for 
less  than  the  price  of  your  daily  paper? 
Well,  you  can! 

Here's  how  it  figures  out:  The  price  tag  on  a 


Beautyrest  reads  *.j9.50.  But  Beautyrest  is  guar- 
anteed for  at  least  10  years  (lasts  much  longer). 
That  means  Beautyrest,  over  the  10-year  period 
actually  costs  s.>.9,5  a  year— or  about  l1/-^  a  night. 

Less,  indeed,  than  you  pay  for  your  morning 


paper,  for  the  world's  most  luxurious  mattress. 

Ask  your  dealer  to  show  you  the  X-Hay  Mat- 
tress Demonstrator.  And  see  for  yourself  the  inside 
story  of  why  no  other  mattress  is  as  comfortable  as 
a  Beautyrest.  You'll  need  no  more  proof. 


"ORDINARY"  INNERSPRING  CONSTRUCTION 


ater  Glass  Test  Proves  Difference. 

Uter  glass  won't  spill  when  you  push  other 
rings  down  because  each  of  the  837  coil 
iin<;s  in  Beautyrest  acts  independently, 
nis  you  get  firm,  restful  "Levelized  Sup- 
irt"  from  head  to  toe. 


Proof:  Beautyrest  is  firmer.  Tests  made 
by  Dr.  T.  Smith  Taylor  at  the  United 
States  Testing  Co.  prove— of  all  mattresses 
tested,  only  Beautyrest  gives  firm,  "Level- 
ized Support."  Not  available  in  open-coil 
type  mattress.  Diagrams  show  difference. 


"Torture  Tester"  Proves  Beautyrest 
Lasts  Longer.  Tots  made  by  the  United 

Slides  Testing  Co.  with  a  275-pOUnd  roller 
prov  e  that  IJcautyrest  lasts  more  than  twice 
as  long  as  am  other  mattress  tested.  MOWS 


TH  VN  TWICE  AS  LONG 


Hotel's  Beautyrest  Mattresses  25  Years 
Old.  Mrs.  K.  C.Storey.  Exec.  Housekeeper 
of  White  Swan  Hotel,  Uniontown,  Pa., 
writes.  "People  say  how  comfortable  our 
Beautyrest  mattresses  are.  'J.">  years  and 
still  wonderful  as  when  we  bought  them!" 


Only  Simmons  makes  BEAUTYREST 

Another  quality  product  from  the  House  of  Simmons ...  the  greatest  name  in  sleep! 

*TRADE-MARK  REG.  U.  S.  PATENT  OFFICE.  COPR    1950  BY  SIMMONS  CO.,  MDSE.  MART,  CHICAGO,  ILL 


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Here's  the  gayest,  springiest,  happiest  cake  ever!  It's  orange-crowned,  orange- 
filled  and  luscious  through  and  through.  Another  homemade  beauty  that  shows 
what  a  difference  Calumet  makes!  No  wonder  so  many  women  depend  on  Calumet 
to  turn  out  wonderful  cakes  and  to  give  them  superb  biscuits  and  hot  breads. 


CROWN  YO 


QUEEN  OF  TUB  MAY.1 


And  queen  of  his  heart  when  he  tastes 
this  dreamspun  cake! 

Don't  tell  him  a  real  homemade 
cake  like  this  was  easy — let  it  be  your 
secret  and  Calumet's.  Because  any 
cake  can  be  a  success  if  you  use  de- 
pendable Calumet  Baking  Powder. 

Calumet's  double-rising  action — 
first  in  the  mixing  bowl,  later  in  the 
heat  of  the  oven — is  the  reason  Calumet 


cakes  are  always  heavenly  light  and 
luscious,  so  beautifully  fine-grained. 

More  and  more  women  are  discover- 
ing the  wonderful  difference  Calumet 
makes  in  their  cakes,  their  biscuits  and 
hot  breads.  That's  why  more  women 
buy  Calumet  than  any  other  baking 
powder. 

Try  a  can  of  Calumet  yourself — and 
be  a  baking  queen! 


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Attention:  This  recipe  has  been  developed 
and  tested  for  Calumet  —  the  dependable 
Baking  Powder.  Use  Calumet  for  best  re- 
sults. 

2Vz  cups  sifted  Swans  Down  Cake 
Flour 

2'/2  teaspoons  Calumet  Baking  Powder 

}A  teaspoon  salt 
l'/i  teaspoons  grated  lemon  rind 

1  tablespoon  grated  orange  rind 
2A  cup  shortening 

l'/z  cups  sugar 
3  eggs,  unbeaten 

2  tablespoons  lemon  juice 
*MiIk  (see  below  for  amount) 

♦With  butter,  margarine,  or  lard ,  use  2A  cup 
milk.  With  vegetable  or  any  other  shorten- 
ing, use  V*  cup  milk. 

Sift  flour  once,  measure,  add  baking 
powder  and  salt,  and  sift  together  three 
times.  Add  lemon  and  orange  rind  to  short  - 
ening  and  cream  well;  add  sugar  gradually 
and  cn-.trri  together  until  light  and  fluffy. 
Add  eggs,  one  at  a  time,  beating  thoroughly 
after  each.   Add   flour,  alternately  with 


lemon  juice,  then  milk,  a  small  amount  at 
a  time,  beating  after  each  addition  until 
smooth. 

Turn  batter  into  two  round  9-inch  layer 
pans  which  have  been  lined  on  bottoms 
with  paper,  then  greased.  Bake  in  moder- 
ate oven  (375°F.)  30  minutes,  or  until 
done.  Cool.  Spread  Sunny  Orange  Filling 
between  layers  and  frost  top  and  sides  of 
cake  with  one-half  recipe  of  seven-minute 
frosting,  using  1  egg  white  and  beating  only 
four  minutes.  Garnish  with  wedges  of  sliced 
orange  and  mint  leaves. 

Sunny  Orange  Filling 

Combine  H  cup  sugar,  4  tablespoons 
Swans  Down  Cake  Flour,  and  dash  of  salt 
in  top  of  small  double  boiler.  Add  1  egg 
yolk,  1  cup  orange  juice,  and  1  teaspoon 
lemon  juice;  mix  thoroughly.  Place  over 
boiling  water  and  cook  8  minutes,  or  until 
thickened  and  clear,  stirring  constantly. 
Add  '/*  teaspoon  grated  orange  rind  and  1 
tablespoon  butter.  Cool. 
(All  measurement*  are  level.) 


CALUMET 


BAKING 
POWDER 


Double-acting  for  Double-sure  Success 

A  prod ud  of  (lencral  Foods 


^  Contentment  preserves 
one  even  from  catching 
cold.  Has  a  woman  who  knew 
that  she  was  well  dressed  ever 
caught  cold? 

—  FRIEDRICH  NIETZSCHE. 


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But  the  food  should  be  lukewarm,  never  in 
large  pieces,  and  should  include  milk,  a  basic 
ration,  ground  meat,  baby  cereal;  and  at 
eight  weeks  he  needs  four  meals  a  day. 

Some  supplementary  vitamins  are  needed, 
and  we  add  cut-up  suet  or  bacon  fat.  The 
amount  varies  according  to  the  breed;  we 
use  a  third  of  a  pound  of  meat  a  day  for  an 
eight-week-old  cocker.  Puppy  biscuits  to 
gnaw  on  will  help  save  a  few  of  the  rugs. 

We  have  all  puppies  given  a  temporary  in- 
oculation against  distemper,  repeating  this 
until  they  are  old  enough  for  a  permanent 
shot.  You  cannot  be  too  careful. 

A  puppy  should  be  played  with  a  lot,  but 
never  teased.  The  main  principle  with  dogs 
is  that  you  get  back  what  you  invest,  plus 
all  the  extra  dividends  of  loyalty  and  love. 

May  is  a  fine  month  for  puppies,  grown 
dogs  and  people.  It  is  New  England  sweet 
with  apple  blossoms,  bright  with  budding  li- 
lacs. The  asparagus  is  green  and  the  rhubarb 
rosy.  In  the  old  orchard,  the  narcissus  stars  the 
grasses.  In  the  garden,  the  white  tulips  stand 
tall.  Birds  are  singing  in  the  early  mornings. 

When  the  maples  are  in  their  first  quiver 
of  green,  we  plant  the  garden  that  means  a 
full  freezer  later  on. 

And  I  begin  my  annual  struggle  over 
squash.  All  winter,  I  try  to  choose  just  which 
squash  I  really  like  best,  for  there  is  not  room 
enough  for  all  kinds  in  the  vegetable  patch. 

The  patty  pans  are  so  pretty  with  their 
scalloped  edges  and  their  warm  greenish- 
ivory  color.  And  they  do  stuff  so  nicely!  On 
the  other  hand,  the  Zucchini — no,  we  can't 
abandon  that.  Sliced  and 
dipped  in  egg  and  fried  BJBMHm 
lightly  to  a  golden  tone — 
we  must  have  Zucchini. 
The  yellow,  crooked- 
necked  squash  are  rather 
special,  too,  and  then  the 
Butternut  is  possibly  the 
queen.  But  we  need  room 
f<  >r  the  acorn  squash,  those  ■■■Hi 
sturdy  dark  green  ovals 
that  seem  so  particularly  Yankee  in  their 
lasting  power. 

Cooking  is  fun  in  May,  for  I  can  see  the 
garden  through  the  kitchen  window,  and 
watch  the  cockers  rolling  on  the  new  sweet 
grass.  Working  outdoors  makes  everyone 
hungry,  and  there  are  plenty  of  guests  on  the 
glamorous  spring  week  ends. 

I  am  the  very  proud  possessor  of  a  recipe 
from  Hazel,  the  female  St.  George  that  Ted 
Key  draws  for  The  Saturday  Evening  Post. 
Hazel  is  a  good  friend  of  mine,  and  I  have 
her  recipe  in  a  letter  she  wrote  me  on  Key's 
typewriter  when  he  wasn't  looking. 

Hazel  wrote,  "I  got  a  recipe  here  you 
might  like.  It  isn't  fancy  as  I  don't  go  for 
that  fancy  stuff.  If  you  have  to  go  out  and 
buy  a  pinch  of  blanched  East  Indian  sassa- 
fras root  or  a  thingamajig  full  of  nutless  Nor- 
wegian nutmeg,  I  say  skip  the  whole  thing. 
Life's  too  short. 

"  This  one  I  call  Lime  Chiffon  Pie.  Every- 
one's got  limes  growing  in  his  own  back 
yard,  and  if  they  haven't,  what's  the  phone 
for?  Don't  make  this  pie  when  limes  are 
high.  No  pie's  that  good. 

"Get  some  gelatin,  about  a  tablespoon  of  the 
stuff,  and  soften  it  up  in  some  cold  water. 
Half  a  cup  of  water,  no  more.  Okay.  Now  get 
all  of  this  following  stuff  and  mix  it  well  in  a 
double  boiler:  get  four  egg  yolks,  half  cup 
sugar,  pinch  salt,  a  third  of  a  cup  of  lime 
juice  and  the  grated  rind  of  half  a  lime. 
That's  not  hard,  is  it?  Put  all  that  junk  in  a 
double  boiler,  like  I  said,  and  mix  like  crazy. 
Okay.  Lay  off  listening  to  any  radio  serials 
or  you'll  mess  it  up.  Okay.  Now  cook  this 
stuff  over  boiling  water  until  it's  sort  of  thick 
and  foamy,  meantime  beating  the  mess  with 
a  rotary  beater.  Beat  it  about  three  minutes; 
if  you've  had  a  bad  night,  two  and  a  half. 
No  use  knocking  yourself  out.  Okay.  Now 
take  off  the  (ire,  add  gelatin  and  leave  it  cool. 
Okay.  Now  take  four  egg  whites  and  beat 

them  stiff,  adding  half  a  cup  of  sugar  mean- 
time Thai  doesn't  take  brains.  A  child  can 
do  this,  only  don't  let  'cm.  Where  were  we? 
Okay,  fold  the  egg  whites  into  the  gelatin 
mixture  and  then  we  take  the  whole  works 


and  dump  it  in  a  cooled  baked  pie  si'. 
Anybody  can  make  a  pic  shell.  Then  |j  / 
chill  the  thing  till  it  sets,  then  dish  it  <ij  / 
Awful  good  pie  if  I  say  so  myself.  Picks! 
up  and  sets  you  down.  Try  it." 

Now  of  course  there  are  people  who  thl  k 
Hazel  is  just  an  imaginary  pal  of  Ted  Kef  I 
but  her  recipe  is  far  from  imaginary. 

I  am  suggesting  to  Hazel  that  on  the  nil  ■ 
she  wants  to  get  away  early  for  a  movie.B 
serve  her  household  a  Mexican  Supper  plfl| 
This  is  elegant  if  you  have  tortillas,  I 
when  you  don't,  it  is  still  good  served  vll 
bread  sticks  or  corn  muffins. 

On  each  plate,  I  put  a  deep  layer  of  cracil 
crumbs  or  toasted  bread  crumbs.  Over  ilk 
I  ladle  steaming  hot  chile  con  carne.  OverM 
chile,  I  lay  a  salad  of  chopped  lettuce,  toV 
toes,  onions,  and  then  a  layer  of  fluffy  r) 
Then  I  pour  a  hot  cheese  sauce  over  the  w] 
plateful  and  garnish  with  slivers  of  dill  pic! 

Cheese  sauce  may  be  made  any  numbs 
ways.  The  cheese  spreads  that  come  in  gl: 
will  make  a  good  smooth  sauce  if  melted 
double  boiler  with  a  little  cream  or  top  m 
Or  you  may  grate  sharp  cheese  and  n 
cheese,  half  and  half,  into  canned  crean 
chicken  soup.  Or  you  may  use  a  white  sa 
with  cheese  diced  in  it  (about  half  a  cui 
cheese  for  each  cup  of  sauce). 

I  cannot  understand  women  who 
bored  with  cooking.  There  is  always  so 
thing  new  to  try. 

In  May,  the  city  week-enders  begir 
open  up  their  houses.  People  dig  in 
gardens  in  the  evenings  almost  till  it  i 
dark  they  need  to  1 
■■■■■■■MR      lanterns.  Childrei 
whooping  about  liveh 
fireflies.   The  dogs  n 
around  to  find  their  fav 
ite  old  bones  stored  1 
fall  in  the  tulip  bed. 

I  can  remember  wl 
we  were  week-enders,  wf 
I^HHHHI      the  children  were 

We  used  to  bring  enoi 
food  so  we  could  spend  the  week  ends  wi 
out  shopping.  The  week  ends  were  so  sh 
for  all  the  wonder  of  the  country ! 

Now  that  we  see  the  seasons  in  and 
it  has  not  lost  its  enchantment  at  all,  but 
really  comfortable  not  to  begin  to  feel 
around  Sunday  afternoon. 

There  does  not  seem  to  be  an  hour  we 
afford  to  miss  in  the  springtime,  when  eve 
where  the  countryside  is  bursting  with  co 
and  every  change  of  light  makes  a  wh 
new  composition  of  beauty.  Breakfast 
again  on  the  terrace,  the  new-laid  eggs  ta 
better  than  ever,  and  our  own  home-ct 
bacon  is  crisp  and  delicious. 

It  will  not  be  warm  enough  to  swim  in 
pool  until  mid-June,  but  the  water  reflects 
blue  sky  and  ripples  in  the  morning  bre> 
The  raw  banks  of  earth  that  were  thrc 
up  last  fall  as  the  digger  worked  are  aire 
settled,  and  growing  green.  Another  sea 
will  find  the  banks  blossoming  with  wild 
and  pink  with  hedge  roses.  There  will 
flowering  shrubs  farther  up  the  hill,  and  rc 
for  all  the  wild  violets  to  move  down  from 
orchard. 

Walking  down  the  country  road  is  brea 
less  beauty.  I  think  of  Miss  Millay's  lit 


"  In  the  spring  of  the  year,  in  the  spring  of  \ 
year, 

I  walked  the  road  beside  my  dear. . . . 
He  broke  me  a  bough  of  the  blossoming  peA 
That  was  out  of  the  way  and  hard  to  reac 

It  is  not  only  young  love  that  belongs! 
spring,  but  love  that  stays  young,  which 
the  only  real  love  after  all. 

The  day  goes  by,  what  have  we  aco; 
pliahed?  VVe  have  lived  and  loved  the  s>» 
light  and  the  scent  of  hyacinths,  we  have  j 
over  the  coffee  table  talking  with  frienl 
we  have  taken  in  the  laundry,  brushed  I 
Irish  setter  and  a  trio  of  puppies.  The  lianf 
■Soak  for  the  week-end  baking,  and  the  [fll 
stone  tureen  has  a  fresh  bouquet  of  wl  f 
narcissus  in  it. 

And  the  May  moon  is  as  delicate  : 
white  as  the  falling  |x  tal  of  a  pear  bios* 

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A  DAZZLING  CLEAN  WAS 
WITHOUT  RINSING 

...ITS  A  NEW  TIDE  MIRACLE! 


Just  wash-wring  out-hang  up! 

YES!  You  can  take  your  wash  right  out  of  the  amazing  suds  .  .  .  wring 
it  out .  .  .  and  hang  it  up  CLEAN!  Get  Procter  &  Gamble's  Tide  today— 
and  see  for  yourself.  Every  package  of  Tide  on  your  dealer's  shelf  right 
now  will  give  you  a  dazzling  clean  wash  without  rinsing! 


HERE  ARE  THE  FACTS  ABOUT  WASHING  WITHOUT  RINSING 


1.  Will  this  method  really  get  clothes 
clean?  Yes,  Tide  keeps  the  dirt  sus- 
pended in  the  sudsy  water.  When  you 
wring  out  the  clothes,  the  dirt  runs 
out  with  the  washwater— clothes 
come  from  the  wringer  CLEAN  and 
as  bacteria-free  as  rinsed  clothes. 

2.  Will  clothes  come  white?  Yes, 
clothes  come  dazzling  white!  Just  see 
if  you  can  possibly  tell  the  difference 


between  a  rinsed,  and  an  unrinsed 
Tide-washed  shirt! 

3.  How  about  ironing  unrinsed 
clothes?  When  you  wash  with  Tide 
— without  rinsing — clothes  dry  soft 
and  fluffy  .  .  .  iron  easily. 

4.  Is  this  method  safe  for  fabrics? 

Yes,  it  is  safe  .  .  .  skipping  the  rinsing 
and  extra  wringings  actually  saves 
wear  and  tear  on  clothes. 


"SAVES  SO  MUCH  TIME  ON  WASHDAY!" 

Says  Mrs.  Joy  Mayo  of  Portland,  Maine 

"No  more  rinsing  is  wonderful  news  for  every  woman 
who  washes  clothes!  It's  such  a  timesaver  to  wring 
out  the  wash  just  once  .  .  .  and  put  it  on  the  line!  And 
everything  looks  so  bright  and  clean!" 


When  you  wash  without  rinsing— 

NO  OTHER  WASHING  PRODUCT 
KNOWN  WILL  GET  CLOTHES 
CLEANER  THAN  TIDE 


TELL  ME  DOCTOR 

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be;,  it  out.  Nevertheless,  she  is  pregnant. 
The  is  no  possibility  of  doubt." 
"11  get  another  opinion." 

■  'hat  is  your  privilege,  but  I  can  tell  you 
th:  you  will  be  wasting  your  time— and 
mcy" 

•low  do  you  know  that  isn't  an  ovarian 
tui>r  such  as  you  described?" 
e'Aimors  don't  have  life  in  them,  and  I 
cat  hear  fetal  movements,  as  well  as  a 
lite  fetal  heartbeat." 
1  don't  believe  it ! " 

'11  prove  it  to  you.  Nurse,  take  this  girl 
e  X-ray  room  and  take  a  flat  plate  of  the 
r  abdomen.  My  machine  is  powerful 
|gh  to  delineate  fetal  parts,  even  at  this 

■  stage." 

venty  minutes  later  the  doctor  ushered 
rate  mother  into  a  small  room  where,  in 
k  placed  before  a  brilliant  light,  a  large- 
;  X-ray  film  was  suspended. 

am  sorry  to  say  that  it  is  just  as  I 
ght,"  he  pointed  out.  "You  can  see 
ly  some  of  the 


of  a  fetal  skele- 
Here  are  the  tiny 
ibrae  of  the  spine, 
an  over  here  is  the 
sill.  There  is  no  pos- 
sBity  of  doubt." 
I  (rs.  Poe  drew  a 
lo  breath.  "But 
&  could  it  be,  Doc- 
tjr  I've  been  talking 
to  oan  while  we've 
l  waiting  for  that 
ure  to  be  devel- 
and  she  swears 
all  that  is  holy 
no  man  ever — 


"  I  won't  have  anything  to  do  with  them,  di- 
rectly or  indirectly." 

"But— why,  there's  nothing  to  it.  I've 
been  told.  Everybody  has  it  done." 

"Mrs.  Poe,  you're  a  stranger  to  me.  but . . . 
I  think  you  have  consulted  me  in  good  faith, 
and  I  consider  it  my  duty  to  advise  you  as 
wisely  as  I  know  how.  Do  not,  I  beg  of  you. 
allow  anyone  to  place  your  daughter's  life  in 
jeopardy  by  interfering  with  the  vital  process 
that  has  progressed  within  her  to  a  very  ad- 
vanced stage.  Let  us.  for  the  moment,  put  all 
ethical  considerations  aside.  I  tell  you  that  to 
interfere  at  this  time  would  be  most  danger- 
ous." 

I  don't  believe  you.  I  know  a  woman  who 
has  it  done  three  or  four  times  a  year,  and 
she  doesn't  turn  a  hair  over  it." 

"And  I  know  of  a  ward  in  a  certain  hospi- 
tal where  there  are  at  all  times  at  least  a 
dozen  women,  some  of  them  mighty  sick, 
from  just  such  a  cause.  I  admit  that  a  good 
many    women  get 


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Had  normal  in- 
ourse  with  her?" 
That's  it.  Besides, 
l't  you  yourself 
that  her  hymen 
hole?" 

That  is  correct — 
I  believe  that 
t  she  says  is  true, 
at  makes  you  feel 
happier.  But- 
queer  things 
pen.  Mrs.  Poe.  If 
take  further  op- 
unity  to  talk  to 
daughter,  I  am 
tive  you  will  find 
she  has  had  some 
y  hectic  love  affair— well,  less  than  a  half 
ago.  And  you  will  find*  that  some  con- 
rable  degree  of  familiarity  ensued — let 
;ay  that  a  burglary  took  place,  even  if  there 
.  no  breaking  and  entering." 
'But— could  this  happen  in  such  a  way?" 
Indeed  it  could.  I  told  you  there  was  an 
lining  in  the  hymen,  however  small.  Oth- 
: vise  the  girl  could  never  have  menstruated. 
I /ill  go  so  far  as  to  hazard  the  guess  that 
J;  of  Joan's  boy  friends  had  an  ejaculation 
semen — seed,  that  is — between  her  legs 
lr  the  spot  where  it  would  do  the  most 
|:m,  and  did." 

I  'Could  it  happen  that  way?" 
■ 'Don't  you  see — it  must  have.  I  could  tell 
Ju  of  happenings  much  more  bizarre  than 
Is,  but  it  would  answer  no  good  purpose, 
[lieve  me,  stranger  things  have  occurred 
an  this  episode  of  your  daughter's." 
Mrs.  Poe  drew  another  long  breath.  "Then, 
mething  has  got  to  be  done,  and  right 

fay." 

Unfortunately  there  isn't  very  much 
at  can  be  done,  except  to  let  nature  take  its 
urse." 

"What  do  you  mean?  Of  course  you  can 

>  something.  Stop  this  pregnancy.  I  know 
izens  of  women  who  have  had  it  done." 
"I  do  not  do  abortions,  Mrs.  Poe." 
"Then  you  can  send  me  to  someone  who 
>es." 

"  I  make  it  a  point  not  to  know  people  who 

>  abortions,"  the  doctor  gravely  announced. 


By  It  it'hard  F.  Armknerht 

We  camped  last  night  near  the  top  of 
the  pass, 

In  a  mountain  meadow,  more  rocks 
than  grass. 

We  cooked  our  supper  on  juniper 
wood — 

Potatoes  burnt  some,  but  the  ham 
was  good. 


Muffled  in  sleeping  bags,  under  the 
sky, 

We  watched  the  campfire  embers  die. 

A  dozen  times  the  rain's  soft  clatter 
Drummed  on  our  ponchos.  That 
didn't  matter. 

What  mattered  was  this:  My  son,  just 
ten, 

Camped  out  with  his  father— like 
Mountain  Men! 

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away  with  abortions 
self-induced  or  other- 
wise. This  case  is  dif- 
ferent, because  this 
girl  is  halfway  through 
her  pregnancy.  That 
complicates  the  sit- 
uation tenfold." 
"Why?" 

"Because  in  this 
instance  a  mere  scrap- 
ing of  the  inside  of  the 
womb  will  not  suffice. 
It  would  be  a  mechan- 
ical impossibility  to 
dilate  the  neck  of 
that  young  womanjs 
womb  at  a  single 
session  to  a  point 
which  would  allow  her 
half-grown  baby's 
skull  to  emerge." 

"You're  making  it 
sound  grisly." 

"I  hope  so,  because 
that's  just  what  it  is." 

"I'll  find  somebody 
who  will  do  it." 

"I  concede  that 
you  will  if  you  agree 
to  pay  him  enough," 
he  told  her.  "I've 
heard  of  murders 
being  contracted  for 
on  that  basis,  and  a 
murder  is  just  about  what  this  would  be." 
"You  are  trying  to  scare  me." 
"I  hope  to  succeed.  Listen.  Mrs.  Poe. 
Have  you  never  read  in  a  newspaper  about 
some  butchered  young  woman  being  in  just 
such  a  mess  as  this?  At  least  a  half-dozen 
times  in  my  career  I've  been  called,  on  a 
public-hospital  service,  to  attend  young 
women  who'd  been  mutilated  by  some  plumb- 
ers— I'll  take  that  back,  for  I  don't  want  to 
insult  an  honest  and  respected  craft  no  mem- 
ber of  which  would  be  so  dumb  as  to  attempt 
such  an  unsound  mechanical  project  even  in 

dealing  with  inanimate  objects  " 

"But  " 

"Please  don't  interrupt  until  I've  finished. 
At  least  a  half-dozen  times  I've  had  to  at- 
tend ambulance  cases,  brought  in  bled  white, 
where  some  rascal  had  invaded  a  uterus  in  an 
attempt  to  empty  it,  only  to  succeed  in  rup- 
turing its  wall— and  we  found  a  loop  of  the 
woman's  intestine  hanging  down  outside  the 
vagina.  All  except  one  of  them  died." 

"But  there  must  be  skilled  abortionists." 

"I  tell  you  no  abortionist  would  tackle  a 
case  at  this  stage  of  pregnancy,  if  he  knew 
anything  at  all.  I  couldn't  accomplish  it  my- 
self, except  in  a  well-equipped  operating 
room,  and  by  means  of  a  complicated  cutting 
operation.  Skilled  abortionists?  Maybe!  But 
I  doubt  it,  though  I  grant  you  some  of  them 
have  had  enough  experience. 

"Look  here,  Mrs.  Poe.  I  have  had  cases 
where  I  considered  it  my  duly  to  interfere  in 
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Cake 


rpHEY'l.L  know  you  made  it  all 
yourself,  because  such  wonder- 
ful angel  food  lightness  ...  such 
heavenly  butter  cake  richness... 
couldn't  conic  from  a  mix! 

It's  glamorous  .  .  .  it's  glorious  .  . . 
and  almost  as  easy  to  make  as  a  wish! 
.Just  follow  Betty  Crocker's  recipe  to 
a  16  to  20  slice  beaut  v  that  will  make 
dinner  end  like  a  happj  dream. 

Thin  cake  is  bound  to  he  higher 
and  more  delicate  than  cakes  made 
with  ordinarj  Hour.  For  it 's  a  Son  \- 

SILKCake  .  .  .  aildSoFT.vsii.  K  is  milled 
to  make  extra  fine  cakes.  Try  it. 


Betty  Crocker 
of  General  Mill: 


o 


BETTY  CROCKER 
FRESH  STRAWBERRY 
CHIFFON  CAKE 

Tli is  recipe  developed 
for  Softasilk  Cake  Flour  only. 
Follow  it  exactly  and  make 
an  ideal  eake. 


Preheat  oven  to  325°  (slow  tno.ler.itel.  Sift 
an  ample  amount  of  Softasilk  Cake  I-  i.oi  k 
onto  a  square  ot  paper. 

STEP  1 


o 


Measure  (level 
measurements 
throughout  I  and  < 
Sift  together 
into  mixing  bow 


Make  a  w  ell  and 

add  in  or«lcr: 


2Vi  cups  sifted  SOFTASILK 
Cake   Flour  (spoon 
lightly  into  cup,  don't 
pack) 
IV2  cups  sugar 
3  tsp.  baking  powder 

1  tsp.  salt 

'/]  cup  cooking  (salad)  oil 

such  as  Wesson 
5  unbeaten  egg  yolks 

(medium-sized) 
3A  cup  cold  water 

2  tsp.  vanilla 
grated  rind  of  1  lemon 

(about  2  tsp.) 

pool)  until  smooth. 


cup  egg  whites  (7  or  8) 
Vl  tsp.  cream  of  tartar 

ii/stiff peaks,  no  nut 


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Get  Htriprx  For  Mart'  Glamor 
Cakes — Double-Quick  an  I  Ci  iffon 
—  With  Softasilk  Packagi . 


this  lVonc/er/D/  Cgke  /s 

Softasilk 


Beat  wit  I] 

STEP  2 

Measure  into 

large  mixing 
bowl : 

Whip  until  whites  form 

DNDBRBEAT. 

STEP  3 

Pour  ecu  yolk  mixture  gradually  over 
whipped  vnn  whites  gently  folding  with 
rubber  scraper  jti.it  until  blended,  no  Nor 
sTiii.  Podh  into  ungreased  tO-in,  tube  pan, 
4-in.  deep  immediately,  Bake  6  i 

minutes  in  slow  moderate  mi  l:  (iil'.j") 

then  increase  to  tnoderah  oven  (•{50'') 
for  It)  to  1~>  minutes,  or  until  top 
Springs  back  when  liylitti/  touched. 

Immediately  tuMl  pan  upside  down, 

placing  tube  pari  over  neck 'of 
funnel  or  bottle.  Let  hang,  free  of 
table,  until  cold.  Loosen  from  sides 
and  lube  with  spatula.  Turn  pan 
Over  and  hit  edge  sharply  on  table 
to  loosen. 

ICING 

Blend  until  fluffy  and  good  spread- 
ing consistency  6  tbsp.  soft  butler  or 
shortening,  J  cups  sifted  confectioners'  sugar, 
3  tbsp.  crushed  fresh  or  frozen  strawberries 
(including  juice).  Add  additional  crushed 
berries  if  icing  appears  too  thick. 

If  you  live  at  1111  altitude  over  2,500  feet,  write 
Betty  Crocker,  General  Mills,  Minneapolis  1, 
Minnesota,  for  recipe  adjustments.  Specify  recipe 
wanted. 


100 


LADIES'  HOME  JOLK.N  \1. 


Everything  you've  wanted  in  an  electric  range 


Lightning-fast,  multi-action  heating  units!  Il 

takes  a  mere  matter  ol  seconds  for  these  speed- 
packed  units  to  become  red-hot!  Kach  gives  you 
seven  speeds — instead  of  the  usual  live — controlled 
by  one  simple  dial!  Certain  dial-sellings  heal  only 
the  center  coils  for  small  pans.  Thus  you  waste 
no  electricity — have  a  cruder  kitchen  —  cooler  pan 

handles.  And,  you  never  have  to  clean  these  units 

.  .  .  they  do  il  thernselve-  a-  von  cook! 


Gleaming-white  oven  —  easiest-to-clean  in  the 
world!  Rounded  corners,  removable  racks  <u\d 
rack-guides  give  a  surface  as  simple  to  clean  as 
the  inside  ol  a  mixing  howl!  Hakes  so  evenly  thai 

no  time  is  spent  shilling  food  from  rack  to  rack! 

Snap  on  llie  light,  peck  ihrough  the  window — sec 
how  appetizing  dinner  looks  against  that  clean, 
white  background!  Convenienllv  placed  al  the  lop 
ol  the  oven  is  the  handv-heighl.  lull-power  broiler! 


Here's  a  warming  drawer  to  "warm  a  lady's 
heart"!  Thermoslal-conirollcd  jusl  like  an  oven! 
You  don't  have  to  worry  about  everything  being 
dune  al  the  same  lime  now  !  If  one  dish  is  finished 
before  the  others,  you  can  slill  serve  them  nil  pip- 
ing hot!  Here's  one  warming  drawer  that's  big 
enough  tO  warm  dishes  and  platters-  along  with 
the  food  .  .  .  thai  has  an  extra-powerful  healing 

unit  to  bring  its  temperature  up  in  ■  jiffy! 


LADIES'  HOME  JUL  K  \  U. 


101 


Now  it  can  be  YOURS ! 

\A  totwf^uj  L\j  tjeto  who  at  Aihctzd  imJIjm- ! 

reriection 


0  See  this  wonderful  new  range  now  at  your  dealers — and  also  write 

cT^^^<~  t°  us  f°r  a  full-color  folder  that  tells  more  than  space  allows  here. 

JHA  Perfection  Stove  Company,  7176-B  Piatt  Avenue,  Cleveland  4, 

CTR^  Ohio.  One  of  the  world's  oldest  and  largest  range  manufacturers. 


Uma  wonderful  features  you  never  dreamed  of ! 


eep-well  with  a  Magic  Elevator!  When  you 
:  the  handy  deep-well,  the  fourth  heating  unit 
matically  comes  up  with  it!  You  don't  have 
dig  down"  to  pull  it  up  or  wait  for  it  to  cool, 
good  to  know  you  have  an  extra  surface  unit 
never  you  need  it!  Perfection  equipped  this 
atile  deep-well  with  a  rack,  a  pudding  pan  and 
ep-fat  fry  basket  .  .  .  everything  you  need  to 
e  a  tasty  feast  using  the  deep-well  alone! 


Just  the  lamp  you've  waited  for!  When  you 
want  to  see  "what's  cooking",  you  jusl  slide  this 
handy  fluorescent  lamp  up  .  .  .  when  you're  through 
cooking,  slide  it  down  out  of  the  way  where  il 
blends  beautifully  with  the  modern  lines  of  the 
range!  It  takes  only  fingertip  pressure  to  adjust 
its  height  .  .  .  and  it  stays  in  any  position  you  wish! 
Another  one  of  the  conveniences  you've  wanted  in 
'a  range — and  get  only  with  Perfection! 


It  works  while  you  relax!  Set  the  beautiful 
automatic  control  dial  and  the  oven  takes  over! 
The  heat  turns  on — turns  off  when  the  food  is  done 
— all  automatically.  Sounds  simple — and  it  is — with 
Perfection  s  synchronized  controls!  Even  one  of 
the  plug-in  outlets  is  timed  for  automatic  use. 
Imagine  waking  up  in  the  morning  and  having  a 
freshly-breyved  pot  of  coffee  ready  for  you!  You 
can — when  vou  oyvn  a  Perfection  Electric  Range! 


I  02 


LADIES'  SOME  J()l  RNA1 


Ma 


Swifl't  Brookfield  Amsricon  two  wonder- 
ful chuescH  combined  to  give  you  t\tnl 

Grand  Cheddar  Blend. 


Swifl'i  Brookfield  Egqt      till-  cggH  of  "S>1U 

rcr-T«rHt"  Qunlit  y  Stjind  high  find  firm 
when  broken  into  ;i  mincer. 


(Continued  from  Page  09) 
a  case  of  pregnancy  where  the  woman's  life 
would  be  in  jeopardy  if  it  were  allowed  to 
continue.  Ethically  and  legally,  I  am  allowed 
to  do  that,  after  competent  consultation  with 
my  colleagues.  Such  an  operation  is  called  a 
therapeutic  abortion,  and  it  is  done  frankly 
and  aboveboard.  listed  on  the  operating 
schedule  of  an  ethical  institution  just  as  any 
other  operation.  I  have  the  use  of  an  operat- 
ing room  which  has  cost  thousands  of  dollars 
to  equip,  the  services  of  an  expert  anesthetist 
and  the  help  of  at  least  a  dozen  nurses,  order- 
lies and  other  helpers.  Should  there  be  a  hem- 
orrhage, there  is  a  blood  bank  upon  which  to 
draw.  Should  there  be  unforeseen  complica- 
tions such  as  might  demand  the  opening  of 
the  abdomen,  I  am  in  a  position  to  go  ahead. 
Under  such  conditions  I  could  probably  op- 
erate a  hundred  consecutive  cases  without  a 
casualty. 

"Consider  in  contrast  the  abortionist,  work- 
ing under  cover  and  with  inadequate  equip- 
ment  " 

"I  don't  see  why  that  follows." 

"Because  from  its  very  nature  it  has  to  be 
a  clandestine  procedure.  The  more  people 
who  have  knowledge  of  what  is  going  on,  the 
more  likely  is  the  abortionist  to  get  caught 
and  put  where  he  can  no  longer  do  his  dirty 
work.  That  is  why  he  probably  calls  one  un- 
ethical and  poorly  trained  nurse  proper  as- 
sistance, and  dispenses  with  the  services  of 
an  anesthetist.  He  gives  the  poor  victim  a 
shot  of  whisky  instead,  and  then  goes  ahead 
and  tells  her  not  to  yell.  Inadequate  equip- 
ment, inadequate  assistance,  inadequate  ster- 
ility, inadequate  everything.  Under  such  con- 
ditions how  is  he  going  to  be  able  to  do  a 
thorough  and  workmanlike  job?  The  best 
surgeon  in  the  world  couldn't. 

"And  don't  forget,  he's  starting  with  inad- 
equate professional  ability  in  the  first  place. 
I  never  heard  of  a  first-class  surgeon  doing 
abortions  for  a  living.  Remember  that  your 
professional  abortionist  is  a  criminal  prima- 
rily. Despised  in  the  medical  profession,  he  is 
a  social  and  professional  leper  from  the  time 


he  wields  his  first  curette.  That's  why  m 
your  abortionist  is  untrained  and  untV 
Mrs.  Poe  was  silent  for  a  long  period,  jf) 
almost  have  persuaded  me,  Doctor^Bj 
finally  admitted.  "What.  then,  are  we  « 
to  do?  There  must  be  some  way  out  oB 
mess." 

"Of  course  there  is."  the  doctor  tolcttj 
"There  is  only  one  thing  your  daughter 
do— and  that  is  see  it  through." 

"But  everyone  will  know— all  our  fnkl 
Joan  will  be  disgraced.  It  will  spoil  her  I 

"  I  don't  know  that  it  is  as  bad  as  that  A 
lieve  the  matter  can  be  handled  without  ■ 
riety.  What  we  want  to  plan  for  is  to  kiM 
secret  from  any  except  the  immediate  fan  ■ 
and  the  fewerof  them  whoknow,  thebettenB 
Joan  out  of  town — or,  rather,  away  fromrm 
There  are  a  few  sanitariums  o|x.'raten, 
this  very  purpose.  As  far  as  that  is  conce  jj 
-In  can  lust  herself  right  here  in  the  ■ 
Perhaps  you  could  rent  a  room  in  somi 
scure  locality,  and  have  her  stay  there.B 
can  be  with  her  part  of  the  time.  Havel 
dio  and  plenty  to  read.  Exercise  after  <l 
even  go  to  the  movies.  She'll  have  to  cm 
this  because  her  complication  is  going  ■ 
apparent  pretty  soon — if  she  weren't ; 
well-developed  girl  it  would  be  so  now. 

"Will  you  take  care  of  her.  Doctor? 

The  doctor  hesitated  a  long  moment 
admit."  he  said  finally,  "that  the  case 
attractive,  for  obvious  reasons.  Having 
so  far  as  to  argue  you  out  of  a  hatefu 
dangerous  procedure,  however,  I  feel  1 1 
let  you  down  now.  Yes,  I'll  takecareof 

"Thank  you  very,  very  much.  Th. 
lieves  my  mind  a  lot.  Now,  tell  me  wha 
I  must  do." 

"Have  Joan  come  here  about  once  ii 
weeks  for  the  regular  obstetrical  cheel 
By  appointment,  that  is.  I'll  arrange  t 
her  out  of  my  usual  hours,  so  she  won! 
apt  to  run  into  any  of  her  acquaintan." 

"Thank  you  for  that  too.  What  are* 
ing  to  do  about  her  confinement?" 

"We'll  make  arrangements  to  senci 
into  some  small  hospital,  maybe  outsidf 


On  Biscuits 


Muffins 


•  ••••• 


Rolls 


Or  Toast 


Ullim  fegt       mJsl  ^\ 


Qwift  protects  this  fine  butter  every  step 
^  of  the  way  to  your  dealer's  store. 

It's  guarded  on  the  dairy  farm  .  .  .  guarded 
in  the  churn  .  .  .  guarded  during 
shipment.  It's  "Quality- 
Guarded"  all  the  way!  And 
rich  in  essential  vitamin  A. 

Every  single  pound  of 
Swift's  Brookfield  Butter 
must  meet  Swift's  high 
standards  .  .  .  must  be 
absolutely  top  quality  for 
your  table.  Get  Swift's 
Brookfield  Butter  at  your 
favorite  food  store,  or  ask 
your  dealer  to  get  it  for  you. 


Swifts  Brookfield 


tl.ilftPla»"-decoratM« 
•  •in  minutes! 


It  actually  takes  just  minutes,  only  a  few 
pennies,  to  decorate  your  kitchen  beautifully 
with  colorful  Roylcdge.  Simply  place  on 
shelf  and  fold  down  the  color-bright 
doubl  edge.  Your  kitchen  "dances"  with 
glorious  ic-ds,  blues,  yellows    whatever  you 
(house    And  new  "Plasti  (  limine"  Royleelgc 
is  brightc-i.  stmn^ci  than  ever.  Sec  glorious 
new  patterns  now  at  5  &  10's,  naborhood, 
hardware,  dept.  stores.  , 

tttOt  M»rk  "Mrtotet"  n*e.  D.  h.  p.i  hit 


J  STARTING  APRIL  21,  sea  Royleo  j 

J  Carnival  of  New  Spring  Patterns  I 
5  &  10  s,  noborhood,  hardware,  dept.  stoi  J 

|(oi|ledq< 

Shelving  Paper  and  Edging  all-in-one  9-ft.  I 

I 


jtl  Her  'husband,'  you  understand,  is  in 
;h  service— that  will  account,  to  anyone 
:u|)usly  minded,  for  his  not  showing  up." 
'fhen  there'll  be  no  record  of  her  real 
iae?" 

vl'm!  It'll  have  to  go  on  the  birth  cer- 
ifiite,  of  course." 

Does  that  have  to  be?" 

;t  does.  We  can't  falsify  that." 

\nd  does  it  have  to  show  the — the  fa- 
hi  s  name?  /  don't  even  know  what  it  is 
I* 

Perhaps  it's  just  as  well  if  you  never  do. 
tfmld  be  that  your  daughter  doesn't,  ei- 
h  " 

b  Doctor!"  Mrs.  Poe  exclaimed.  "Are  you 
n|uating  that  Joan  has  been  promiscuous  ?" 

Hie  doctor  paused  for   

i  loment.    "Mrs.  Poe,  ■■■■■■■ 
options  among  young 
iei)le  are  not  just  as  they 


when  you  and  I  were 
iftage.  Or  aren't  they? 
'r(  not  so  sure.  We  of 
iu  generation  are  in  the  ■■MHHMB 
■fit  of  making  such 
fljitudinous  statements,  but  I  wonder. 
;  ess  the  situation  between  the  sexes  has 
«i  about  the  same  for  the  last  few  thou- 
al  years.  As  to  the  father's  name  on  the 
ii  1  certificate,  you  don't  want  to  try  to  ar- 
a  e  a  marriage,  do  you?  That  would  be  the 
K:  way  out— or  at  least  the  simplest." 
[  How  could  we  do  that,  if  we  don't  know 
Wooy?" 

.  jlYue,  and  he  might  be  difficult  to  per- 
il e." 

We  could  force  him." 
That  might  be  a  little  difficult  to  accom- 
flji,  under  the  circumstances." 
it  see  what  you  mean.  Perhaps  it's  just  as 

■  that  we  don't  try.  No  good  could  come 
ifiich  a  marriage,  anyhow." 

Probably  not.  And  about  that  birth  cer- 
iljate— I  couldn't  put  the  father's  name  on 

■  I  didn't  know  what  it  was." 
How  will  you  manage?" 
Just  make  it  out  unknown." 


^  A  woman's  yes  means 
"  maybe;  her  no  also  means 
maybe,  and  so,  too,  does  her 
maybe.  — FRANKLIN  P.  JONES. 


103 

"But  won't  it  be  on  record,  for  anyone  to 
see?" 

"You  needn't  worry  about  that.  No  one 
not  having  a  right  could  get  to  see  it  at  the 
Bureau  of  Records.  Besides,  who's  going  to 
know  anything  about  its  existence,  anyhow?" 

"That's  true.  Now,  when  the  baby  comes, 
what  of  it?" 

"You  wouldn't  care  to  adopt  it  yourself, 
by  any  chance,  Mrs.  Poe?" 

"Doctor!  How  could  I?" 

"I  assure  you  that  it's  been  done,  under 
such  circumstances,  more  than  once." 

"I  just  couldn't!  A  little,  illegitimate— 
ah  " 

"'Bastard,'  you  were  going  to  say,  I  pre- 
sume. You  know,"  said  the  doctor,  "I 

  hate  that   word  bastard 

■■■■^■^  almost  more  than  any 
other  in  the  English  lan- 
guage. It's  a  terrible  handi- 
cap to  saddle  upon  a  poor, 
little  innocent  infant  who, 
after  all,  isn't  to  blame." 
mam  "You  maybe  right.  Any- 
how, I  just  couldn't  take 
the  child.  It  would  be  too  complicated — with 
Joan." 

"I  can  see  there  would  be  difficulties." 
"I've  heard  a  lot  about  a  black  market  for 
babies." 

"We'll  steer  clear  of  the  black  market  as 
we  would  of  the  Black  Death.  There  are  sev- 
eral legitimate  and  highly  ethical  social  agen- 
cies supporting  nurseries  which  will  accept 
an  infant  and  care  for  it  until  proper  adop- 
tion can  be  arranged." 

"Doctor,  I  do  appreciate  what  you're  do- 
ing for  us." 

"I  hope  you  realize  you're  going  to  have 
your  hands  full  before  you're  through  with 
this,  Mrs.  Poe." 

"I  can  see  that.  I'll  do  my  best." 

"We  all  will  And  it's  my  duty  to  help  your 
daughter  out  of  her  predicament  in  every 
legitimate  way  possible— at  least  that's  the 
way  I  see  it." 

(To  be  Continued) 


AT  LAST! 


Perfect  Container 
or  Ail  Food  Storage!  / 


^FREEZ-TAINER 


I  now  hove  containers  for  my  freezer  that 
seal  perfectly  .  .  are  air-tight  .  .  transparent 
.  .  and  can  be  used  again  and  again  That's 
right!   I  use  FREEZ-TAINERS! 

I  now  have  containers  for  leftovers  in  my 
refrigerator.  No  food  odors  or  flavors  spoil 
other  foods  in  my  refrigerator  ...  I  use 
FREEZ-TAINERS. 

I  use  FREEZ-TAINERS  for  foods  not  requir- 
ing  refrigeration  .  brown  sugar  stoys  soft 
and  usable   .  nut  meats  stay  crisp  .  .  tobacco 


doesn't  dry  out.  THE  CONTAINER  WITH 
1000  USES! 

Two  handy  sizes,  16  oz.  (pint)  and  25  oz. 
on  sole  at  leading  deportment  stores,  variety 
stores,  locker  plants,  hardwore  stores  and 
grocery  stores. 

GROWN  CORK  SPECIALTY  CORP. 

DIVISION  CROWN  CORK  b  SEAL  CO,  INC. 

DECATUR     •  ILLINOIS 

Out   in  Conodo  If  fc»cy  H«rmonr  Co,  Toronto,  Onlono 


'Calo*0       .  „/  easiest  to  keep  cleon- 


•Typical  of  thou- 
sands of  enthusi- 
astic comments 
by  Caloric  owners. 


The  Ultramatic  Caloric  welcomes 
comparison  with  any  range  on  the 
market  because  it  offers  so  much 
extra  value  for  your  money.  See 
the  new  Caloric  at  your  dealer  and 
you'll  agree  that  it's  first  in  beauty, 


sturdiness  and  better-cooking, 
easier- cleaning  features.  For  list  of 
Caloric  dealers  see  your  "classified" 
phone  book,  or  write  Caloric  Stove 
Corporation,  Widener  Building, 
Philadelphia  7,  Pa. 


"America's  Easiest  Ranges  to  Keep  Clean"  have 

porcelain  enamel  finish,  inside  and  out. 
All  white  porcelain  is  acid-resisting.  Seam- 
less porcelain  oven  and  broiler. 

Flavor-Saver  Dual  Burners  speed  cooking,  save 

gas,  hold  flavor.  Replacement  guaranteed 
for  life  of  range. 

Hold  Heat  Oven,  Veri-  Clean  Removable  Broiler 

assure  finer  baking  results,  delicious  flame 
broiling. 


You  may  have  any  Caloric- 
factory -equipped  for  "Py- 
rofax"  Gas  or  other  LP- 
Gases  ("bottled"  gas). 
"CP"  features,  optional, 
gjve  automatic  cooking. 


RCO.  U  6,  PAT  OFF  0 


Tailored  to  fit  Louella's  5 '2".  working  heights  in  her  kitchen  are 
lowered  by  recessing  appliances  V/i"  in  the  floor,  reducing  toe  space 


under  cabinets  to  2}i  ".  Counters  at  either  side  of  the  range  have 
stainless-steel  tops.  L  tensils.  cooking  spoons  and  forks  hang  nearby. 


1^4 


AS  I  drove  along  the  wide  Westchester  highway  to  Louella  Shouer's  new 
l\.  house,  I  found  myself  singing,  as  I  usually  do  on  drives.  But  this  day  I 
wasn't  singing  any  of  the  hit  tunes;  I  was  caroling  happily,  "By  thy  rivers 

gently  flow-ing — Illinois — Illinois  " 

And  I  realized  that  I  wa-  subconsciously  hack  in  the  comfortable  Mid- 
western town  w  here  Louella  grew  up,  and  remembering  the  wide  shady  streets, 
deep  green  law  ns  —  and  the  big  shadow  y  kitchens  w  here  those  crusty  apple  pies 
and  big  platters  of  fried  chicken  and  light  little  pulls  of  roll-  were  created.  I 
u-ed  to  \  i-il  I  hi-  low  n  e\  er\  -u  turner  and  I  gel  hungi  \  even  time  I  think  oi  it! 

And  here  I  was  now  going  to  vi-il  the  grown-up  Louella  and  her  brand- 
new ,  long-drearned-of  kitchen!  I  parked  in  front  of  the  w  hite  (.'ape  Cod  house, 
-e|        pleasantly  back  from  the  road.  (Continued  on  J'ate  106) 


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At  her  mixing  center.  Louella  has 
needed  supplies  within  arm's  reach. 
Above  the  hardwood  counter  section, 
a  knife  rack  hangs.  In  the  corner, 
a  narrow  shelf  is  used  for  herbs; 
a  wider  shelf  for  mixing  bowls 
and  canisters.  Inside  the 
cupboard  door,  a  recipe-book 
holder  keeps  book  open  and  away 
from  splashes  and  splatter.  Spice 
jars  are  lined  up  on  miniature  step 
shelves.  Below  the  counter,  there 
are  metal  bins  in  drawers  for  sugar 
and  flour  as  well  as  tray  files  and 
shelves  for  baking  pans. 


Refrigerator,  with  a  separate  freezer  compartment,  keeps  makings  of  whole  week's  meals  on  hand.  Above 
refrigerator,  decorative  and  useiul  molds  of  a  gleaming  copper  are  accented  against  warm,  dark-blue  panel. 


The  table  for  a  commuter's  hurrv-up  meals  has  a  white  plastic  top — practical  for  kitchen  sit-down  jobs  as  well  as 
eating.  Flower  prints  repeating  kitchen  colors,  framed  under  glass,  do  double  duty  as  trays  and  wall  decoration. 


1 

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A  specially  planned  cabinet 
near  the  entry  door,  with  counter 
for  purse  or  packages,  has 
drawers  lor  Louella's  recipe 
files  and  a  rack  for  magazines 
and  the  telephone  directorv. 
(The  telephone  is  at  nearby  table.) 
A  one-step  stool,  for  reaching 
upper  shelves,  is  tucked 
under  the  cabinet.  The  bulletin 
board  is  metal,  and  gav-colored 
magnets  hold  notes  in  place. 


106 


LADIES'  HOME  JOl'RVU. 


Mty, 


Use  ScotTowels  to  wash  windows  —  tliev  don't  fall  to  pieces  when  wet 

NOW-ScotTowels 
so  strong  when  wet 

YOU  CAM  USE  THEM  LIKE  A  CLOTH  S 


STRONG  WHEN  WET!  Put  polish,  cleanser 
or  soap  on  damp  ScotTowels  —  and  they'll 
take  over  dozens  of  polishing  and  scouring 
jobs,  without  falling  to  pieces  when  wet! 


SOFTER,  MORE  PLIABLE !  A  ScotTowel 
makes  a  comfy  bib  for  baby  .  . .  or  a  neat 
place  mat  for  older  child.  Cuts  down  laun- 
dering—you just  throw  ScotTowels  away! 


WORK-SAVING  I  So  easy  to  keep  the 
kitchen  neat  and  tidy  when  you  use 
handy  ScotTowels  to  wipe  the  drain- 
board,  stove  top  and  other  wet  or 
soiled  work  surfaces. 


SOFT-TUFF 

fmece44- 

al>4<yil>4nfc ! 
•••••••••••• 


150  ScotTowels  to  a  roll. 
Scott  Paper  Co.,  Chester,  Pa. 


(Continued  from  Page  104) 
Twenty-eight  dogwood  trees  make  the  land  a 
pink-and-white  bouquet  in  spring,  and  the 
house  with  its  green  lawn  looked  as  new  and 
white  as  a  spring  flower  too. 

This  is  one  house  in  which  the  kitchen  was 
the  first  room  finished,  and  the  kitchen  was 
designed  to  fit.  Louella  wanted  a  kitchen 
where  she  personally  could  do  all  the  cook- 
ing: a  kitchen  with  room  enough  for  her  and 
her  husband  to  eat  informal  meals;  a  kitchen 
to  live  in.  For  years  she  had  kept  scrap- 
books  and  clippings  of  ideas  for  their  house. 
And  she  had  a  list  three  pages  long  of  the 
essentials  she  wanted  in  her  kitchen. 

The  new  kitchen  has  room  for  all  of  her 
loved  things — grandmother's  flowered  tea- 
pot, the  old  copper  kettle,  the  lovely  fish 
molds,  the  shining  copper  pans  and  pots. 

Another  reason  this  kitchen  has  such  a 
gay  personality:  everything  is  within  arm's 
reach.  Some  women  like  everything  out  of 
sight,  behind  closed  doors.  This  gives  a  trim 
laboratorylike  look  to  a  kitchen.  But  Louella's 
kitchen  is  a  warm,  friendly  place  where  every- 
body feels  right  at  home,  just  as  the  folks 
did  in  those  kitchens  in  the  Midwestern  town. 

With  all  its  charm,  this  is  one  of  the  most 
efficient  kitchens  I  have  ever  seen.  Since  the 
daily  train  schedule  to  New  York  and  her 
job  involves  split-second  timing,  a  kitchen 
designed  to  meet  her  special  needs  was  im- 
portant. 

During  the  week,  her  meals  must  be  Quick 
and  Easys,  with  both  preparation  and 
cleanup  jobs  minimized.  She  shops  over  the 
week  end  for  the  entire  week  ahead;  there- 
fore, a  refrigerator  with  an  ample  freezing 
compartment  was  a  must. 

Louella  also  decided  that  an  automatic  dish- 
washer was  most  important,  for  she  can  stack 
the  breakfast  dishes  in  the  washerand  let  them 
wait  until  after  dinner.  And  a  garbage-dis- 
posal unit  in  the  sink  meant  quicker  cleanups 
after  meals  and  no  worry  about  being  home 
when  the  garbage  man  called. 

For  her  range.  Louella  wanted  one  with 
two  ovens,  and  this  is  certainly  important  for 
one  who  loves  to  cook  and  often  wants  to 
bake  rolls  while  the  meat  is  roasting  or  broil- 
ing at  another  temperature. 

The  final  plan  that  best  suited  Louella's 
new  house  was  a  U-shaped  kitchen,  with  the 


sink  and  dishwasher  under  the  window.  V  . 
ing  out  on  the  garden  and  the  dogwoods.  . 
refrigerator  was  placed  on  the  rigH  I 
range  on  the  left  with  storage  cabinets"  | 
counters  near  each  By  the  back  doo 
clever  small  cabinet  was  designed  with  f 
drawers  for  those  fabulous  recipes. 

The  height  of  the  working  surfaces 
sented  a  problem  for  the  Journal,  and 
involved  a  change  in  installing  the  \ 
equipment.  Louella  is  only  5'  2".  and 
standard  36"  height  is  tiring  for  her.  The 
justment  was  made  by  recessing  the  sink,c 
washer,  range  and  cabinets  into  the  1 
This  reduced  the  toe  space  from  4"  tM 
but  is  still  ample  for  the  average  worn  | 
feet.  This  could  be  done  in  a  new  house 
out  extra  expense. 

For  short  women  who  are  not  buildf 
whole  new  house,  a  low  base  instead  of 
regular  4"  one  might  be  used  with  a  > 
equipment.  In  other  cases,  one  counte 
cabinet  or  even  a  table  that  is  low  enoug 
be  comfortable  for  short  women  couk 
provided.  Even  in  an  old-fashioned  kite! 
the  table  legs  could  be  cut  down  a  ■ 
make  one  comfortable  work  surface  to 
the  dough  on ! 

Louella  is  small  and  gentle,  wearing 
special  talents  quietly.  I  always  think  of t 
blue  and  yellow  pansies.  forget-me-noB 
wood  \iolets  when  I  see  her.  and  I  wa 
pecially  happy  to  find  the  colors  she 
chosen  for  her  kitchen  suited  her  so  wet 

The  room  being  on  the  north,  sunny  y» 
cabinets  were  chosen.  These  were  steel 
baked-on  enamel,  easy  to  care  for  and  f 
less.  The  walls  were  painted  turquoisej 
dark  blue  for  the  counter  tops.  Dark 
plastic  tiles  with  white  sanations  were  hi 
the  floor.  A  flowered  material  was  used 
curtains  and  chair  pad  covers  The  Yene 
blinds  were  aluminum  enameled  pale  yel 
and  the  eating  table  and  chairs  were  pail 
frosty  white. 

At  night,  while  Louella  frosts  thecS 
her  ho  use  warming  part  y .  t  he  k  1 1  c  he  n  is  ligt 
with  a  clear  soft  glow  from  recessed  light 
the  center  and  over  the  work  areas.  All  c 
this  country,  women  who  are  baking] 
basting  in  their  own  kitchens  will  be  wis! 
her  happy  days  in  the  new  little  white  tl 
with  its  Kitchen  for  Louella !        THE  I 


liETTIMi  RID  OF  G.tRBiGE 


THERE  is  no  garbage  in  Louella's 
kitchen.  In  the  drain  ot  hex  dish- 
washer sink  there  is  a  garbage  disposer 
which  grinds  up  and  washes  away  food 
waste  before  it  becomes  garbage. 

H  hat  is  a  garbage  disposer?  It 
is  a  unit  installed  below  the  drain  of  a 
sink  which  has  a  hopper  for  waste  ma- 
terial and  cutting  or  shredding  blades  at 
the  bottom.  It  reduces  the  waste  to 
particles  so  fine  they  are  carried  out  the 
drain.  It  doesn't  interfere  with  the  use  of 
the  sink,  for  the  lid  can  be  turned  to  let 
water  flow  through  or  to  hold  it  in  the 
bowl  (for  washing  vegetables  and  the 
like).  To  use  the  disposer,  remove  this  lid 
and  scrape  waste  into  the  container. 
With  some  units  the  lid  must  be  re- 
placed before  the  grinding  starts;  with 
others  the  device  will  go  to  work  with  a 
turn  of  the  sw  itch.  But  with  all  disposers 
a  stream  of  cold  water  mot  hot)  is 
needed  to  carry  off  ground-up  material 
and  to  congeal  fat  so  it  will  be  shredded 
rather  than  harden  inside  the  pipes.  Be- 
cause cold  water  is  so  important,  dispos- 
ers are  made  so  they  will  not  operate 
unless  the  cold-water  faucet  is  on.  It 
takes  less  than  a  minute  to  dispose  of  a 
hopperful  of  food  waste. 

If  hut  t  an  he  tliaptmed  of?  All  veg- 
etable peelings,  cores,  coffee  grounds, 
plate  scrapings,  eggshells,  fruit  rinds, 
mall  bones  and  fruil  pits  can  tx-  run 
through.  In  fact,  so  much  disagreeable 
kitchen  waste  is  handled  it's  easier  to  list 
the  few  things  that  should  go  into  a  trash 
basket.  These  include  tin  cans,  bottles 
and  bottle  caps,  large  bones,  paper  and 
cellophane,  metal  bands  from  around 
vegetables  and  quantities  of  fibrous  ma- 


terial like  corn  husks.  The  units  work 
best  if  containers  are  filled  with  mixed 
materials,  and  if  heavier  waste  is  put  on 
top  of  lighter  stuff.  Orange,  grapefruit 
and  melon  halves  go  through  faster  if 
cut  in  quarters  or  eighths,  otherw  ise  they 
may  bob  about  before  being  caught  by 
the  shredder.  When  not  in  use  it's  well  to 
keep  the  disposer  covered  lest  a  stray 
spoon  or  fork  slide  inside.  Should  this 
happen,  tongs  can  be  used  to  lift  it  out. 

tf  ho  ran  have  a  disposer?  The 
units  fit  in  standard  sink  drains  of 
to  4  inches,  or  in  larger  openings  by  us- 
ing adapter  rings.  The  connections  are 
made  by  a  plumber  and  an  electrician. 
Some  communities  do  not  allow  their 
use  yet.  so  it  is  well  to  check  local  regula- 
tions. On  the  other  hand,  there  are  places 
where  garbage  disposers  will  be  standard 
installations  to  reduce  city  collection 
services.  In  rural  areas,  units  can  be  used 
if  septic  tanks  or  cess  pools  are  large 
enough— this  should  be  discussed  with 
local  experts. 

II  hal  are  the  a<liaitt axes  of  a  </is- 

poser?  The  sink  strainer,  a  garbage  pail 
in  the  kitchen  or  the  back  yard  are 
things  of  the  past  (although  a  container 
for  paper  and  such  is  needed)  This  new 
sanitary  way  of  getting 'rid  of  garbage 
[href  independence  of  infrequent  and 
uncertain  garbage  collection  When 
making  a  meal,  the  trimmings  are  put 
directly  down  the  drain.  After-meal 
cleanup  is  Jiist  as  simple.  (or  pljtes  are 
scraped  .nto  the  disposer  The  swirling 
action  as  material  is  washed  away  keep* 
pipt-s  free  it  is  self-cleaning  No  drain 
cleaner  are  needed;  in  fact,  the  chemicals 
may  be  harmful.  M  l». 


LADIES"  BOME  JOL  BNAL 


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7hen  it  comes  to  cooking,  Dione  Lucas  is  second  to 
one!  Vast  experience  has  taught  her  that  the  proper 
lgredients  plus  strict  adherence  to  proven  recipes 
>sure  success  in  the  end  product.  You  will  find,  as  she 
as,  that  this  formula  has  also  been  applied  to  house- 
ares  made  of  styron  (Dow  polystyrene). 

o  maintain  this  high  standard.  Dow  requires  that  every 
•roduct  bearing  the  "made  of  styron"  label  meet  the 
igid  standards  of  their  Product  Evaluation  Committee. 


Samples  of  products  are  examined  for  functional  design, 
quality  workmanship  and  correct  application  of  plastics. 

The  attractive  Shell  Servers  Mrs.  Lucas  is  using  are 
molded  by  Beacon  Products  Corporation,  Newton 
Highlands,  Massachusetts.  They  are  but  one  of  a  multi- 
tude of  Styron  housewares  designed  with  color,  light- 
ness and  durability  in  mind.  Look  for  housewares 
"made  of  styron"  in  department,  chain  and  variety 
stores  everywhere. 


'ashes    Division-Dept.     SHP-5     •     THE     DOW     CHEMICAL    COMPANY     .     Midland,  Michigan 


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LADIES'  IIOMK  J(H  li\  \l 


Ma>.  1950 


AN  ADVERTISINI  I  PAG] 

epidemic  of  Spring;  Fever  that's  delightfully  virulent  is  speeding  through  the  BUY-LINES  office  ...  so  forgive  us  ii 
you  detect  signs  of  May-madness  in  our  pages!  But  don't  be  deceived  by  our  nursery  rhyme  whimsies  and  our  story-book 
fancies  .  .  .  for  I  believ  e  the  information  we  offer  below  on  products  and  serv  ices  will  help  you  out  time  and  again  as  you  I 
shop  this  Spring.  Make  a  memo  to  yourself  about  these  dependable  brand  names  .  .  .  then  indulge  yourself  in  Spring! 

Fever  nonsensicals,  too. 


LITTLE  BOY  BLUE  come  blow  your  horn  ...  let  it  herald  this  announcement.  Many  things 
affect  the  wear  of  XYLOX  stockings  .  .  .  denier,  fabric  construc- 
tion, proper  size  and  length,  garter  placement  and  care.  Take 
"Denier"  .  .  .  although  we  may  know  XYLOX  stockings  come  in 
different  deniers  (15.  20,  30,  40,  50,  70!),  denier  is  confusing.  So 
let  me  explain  .  .  .  "denier"  is  the  weight  and  thickness  of  each 
thread  of  nylon  yarn  in  stockings  .  .  .  the  larger  the  denier  num- 
ber, the  heavier  and  stronger  the  thread.  For  example,  1 5  denier  is 
half  as  heavy  and  half  as  strong  as  30  denier.  Before  the  war,  most 
XYLOX  stockings  were  the  heavier  30  or  40  denier.  Today  many  women  find  the  lovely, 
sheer  15  deniers  meet  their  every  need.  I  learned,  too.  DL*  POXT  makes  nylon  yarn, 
not  hosiery  .  .  .  more  than  600  hosiery  manufacturers  make  stockings. 

c      For  FREE  Nylon  Booklet,  write  Nancy  Sasser, 

Dept.  J,  271  Madison  Ave.,  New  York  16,  N.  Y.«— 


THERE  WAS  AN  OLD  WOMAN  who  lived  in  a  shoe  .  .  .  and  had  so  much  laundry  she  didn't t 

know  what  to  do  .  .  .  especially  when  it  rained  on  washday.  Then 
she  discovered  BLU-WHITE  Flakes  .  .  .  which  gave  her  dazzling 
white,  sparkling  bright  washes  even  when  she  dried  indoors.  You 
can  have  the  same  wonderful  results  ...  for  BLU-WHITE 
Flakes  work  two  ways  to  give  you  bright,  white  washes.  They 
blue  evenly  without  streaks  or  spots  (never  over-blue!)  .  .  . 
and  they  work  with  any  soap  or  detergent  to  get  clothes 
cleaner  and  whiter.  BLL'-WHITE  Flakes  are  as  kind  to 
hands  as  beauty  soap  .  .  .  yet  no  matter  how  you  wash,  with 
any  soap  or  detergent,  any  bead,  flake,  cube  or  liquid  bluing,  BLU-WHITE  does 
a  better  job  or  double  your  money  back.  Send  unused  portion  to  Nancy  Sasser. 
271  Madison  Ave.,  New  York  16,  X.  Y.  You'll  love  new,  thinner  BLU-WHITE 
Flakes  that  dissolve  instantly. 


THE  PIED  PIPER  irresistibly  fascinated  his 
followers  .  .  .  which  is  exactly  what  the 
new  CAVALIER  Cigarettes  have  done 
all  across  the  country !  There  are  two  very 
sound  reasons  why 
CAVALIERS  have  be- 
come a  King-Size  sensa- 
tion across  the  nation. 
First,  they  are  mild  .  .  . 
extremely  mild.  And  sec- 
ond, they  have  a  wonder- 
fully natural  flavor  and 
aroma  .  .  .  smooth,  mel- 
low smoking  every  puff  of 
the  way!  It's  not  surpris- 
ing that  CAVALIERS  are  mild  and  taste 
so  good  .  .  .  because  they're  a  special  and 
exclusive  blend  of  traditionally  fine,  light 
tobaccos  of  the  original  Colonial  type. 
This  makes  them  naturally  milder  .  .  .  nat- 
urally better  tasting.  I  know  you'll  enjoy  the 
longer,  more  leisurely  smoking  you  get  in 
King-Size  CAVALIERS  ...  so  get  a  car- 
ton of  the  smart  white  packs  today. 
They're  priced  no  higher  than  other 
popular  brands  .  .  .  and  you  get  a 
King-Size  measure  of  smoking  pleasure 
from  every  CAVALIER  you  smoke! 


OLD  KING  COLE  was  a  merry  old  soul  .  .  . 
yet  even  he  couldn't  be  jolly  if  suffering 
from  a  nagging,  painful  corn!  So  let  me 
tell  you  what  to  do  if  this  trouble  is  bother- 
ing you — or  anyone  you  know  .  .  .  wrap  a 
BLUE-JAY  Corn  Plaster  'round  the  sore 
toe  at  the  first  sign  of  a  corn.  Its  soft 
Dura-felt  pad  stays  on  because  it's  wrapped 
on  .  .  .  working  wonders  as  it  instantly  ends 
agonizing  pain  of  shoe  pressure.  Pain- 
relieving  Xupercaine,  ex- 
clusive with  BLUE-JAY, 
^ra  <Q'-'<%&>'  quickly  soothes  away  sur- 
/^—!*^/''  face  pain  .  .  .  while  gentle 
_  medication  loosens  the 
^  \i'w,  '/fm,V  corn's  hard  core  so  that  in 
just  a  few  days  you  can 
easily  lift  it  out.  If  the 
corn  is  on  vour  little  toe, 
use  BLUE-JAY  Little 
Toe  Corn  Plasters  ...  for  they  contain  all 
of  regular  BLUE-JAY'S  features,  yet  are 
designed  especially  to  fit  your  little  toe  and 
speedily  ease  the  pain. 

b—FREE!  Helpful  booklet, 
"Your  Feet  and  Your  Health". 
Write  Nancy  Sasser,  Dept.  2,  271 
Madison  Ave.,  New  York  1 6,  N.  Y. « — 


ANY  WISE  MOTHER  HUBBARD  who  goes  to 
her  cupboard  these  mornings  is  sure  to 
find  tasty,  cold  cereals  for  breakfast  .  .  . 
but  if  her  family's  like  mine,  they'll  want 
those  cereals  to  be  crisp  and  full  of  flavor. 

I've  found  the  answer 
to  that  ...  I  always 
buy  CELLOPHANE- 
packaged  cereals.  Why? 
Because  over  the  years, 
alert  cereal  makers  have 
improved  packaging  in 
order  to  bring  their 
cereals  to  your  table 
at  their  flavorful 
the  moisture-proof  pro- 
PONT  CELLOPHAXE 
.  .  .  keeps  them  crisp 
and  crunchy  even  in  hot  and  humid 
weather.  That's  why  it's  wise  to  choose 
cereals  in  either  CELLOPHAXE  bags 
or  in  small,  individual  packages  that 
are  protected  by  CELLOPHAXE  .  .  . 
for  then  they'll  please  the  fussiest  cereal 
eaters.  So  remember  the  advantages 
of  CELLOPHAXE  .  .  .  next  time  you 
shop  for  cereals. 


best  .  .  .  and 
tection  of  DU 
does  just  that 


GOLDILOCKS,  ravishing  red-heads  and 
beautiful  brunettes  will  all  welcome  this 
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You  see.  TONI 
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THE  COLONEL'S  LADY  OR  JUDY 
0'GRADY .  .  .  both  are  equally 
wide-awake  on  the  necessity 
of  good-feeling,  long-wearing 
sheets !  So  let  me  remind  you 
that  PEPPERELL  Luxury' 
Muslin  Sheets  are,  dollar  for 
dollar,  your  very  best  buy! 
These  luxury  muslins  are  not  only  exqui- 
sitely textured  and  petal-smooth  .  .  .  but 
they  wear  and  wear  and  wear!  In  fact, 
long  wear  is  so  thoroughly  woven  into 
PEPPERELL  Luxury  Muslin  Sheets  that 
recent  tests  proved  they  were  36%  stronger 


crosswise  than  regular  muslins 
.  .  .  and.  as  you  know,  it's  the 
crosswise  threads  that  are 
first  to  "go".  That's  why 
these  sheets  are  the  finest 
grade  muslin  you  can  buy  .  .  . 
and  why  they  grow  lovelier 
with  washing  and  wearing.  I 
particularly  love  them  in  "personality 
colors"  (Aqua,  Pink.  Misty  Yellow,  Hya- 
cinth Blue.  Ashes  of  Roses,  Spring  Green 
and  Peach  Bloom)  that  add  so  much 
charm  to  the  bedroom  .  .  .  but,  of  course, 
they  come  in  snowiest  white,  too. 


WANT  TO  WAVE  A  MAGIC  WAND  that 
will  give  your  children  strong, 
healthy  teeth?  It's  really  easy  .  .  . 
just  start  them  off  early  in  life  with 
IODEXT  Xo.  1-plus-A  Toothpaste 
...  for  it's  in  a  child's  early  years 
that  decay-fighting  action  is  most 
important.  And  IODENT  No.  1- 
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a  dentist  especially  for  the  "younger  set".  It 
contains  all  the  superior  brightening  quali- 
ties of  the  Regular  IODENTS  .  .  .  plus 
Ammonium  Compounds,  which  fight  de- 


cay through  their  killing  action 
against  germs  that  science  believes 
cause  tooth  decay.  So  make  today 
the  day  to  get: 

IODENT  No.  1-plus-A  for  youngsters 
and  others  with  easy-to-bryten  teeth. 
Has  a  special  new  flavor  they'll  love. 
IODENT  No.  2-plus-A  for  "smokers" 
.  .  .  because  it  helps  "banish"  smoke 
tar  deposits  from  hard-to-brylcn  teeth. 

These  IODENT  "Plus-A"  Toothpastes 
offer  so  much  .  .  .  yet  cost  no  more  than  the 
Regular  IODENTS. 


SLEEPING  BEAUTIES  in  myth,  opera  and  fairy  story  always  wake  up  in  radiant  loveliness 
.  .  .  and  so  can  the  slumbering  beauty  in  your  hair!  Just  give  it  the 
"magic  touch"  of  new  KREML  Shampoo  .  .  .  watch  it  transform 
ti.ni  ih, it  i  dr.  brittle  and  unruly.  Irorn  using  drying  shampoos  into 
a  vision  of  beauty  that  glistens  and  sparkles  with  natural  highlights 
and  softest  luster.  That's  because  it's  so  utterly  different  from  sham- 
poos with  drying  ingredients  lor  KREMI.  Shampoo  has  a 
natural  oil  base  which  coaxes  the  hair  lo  r  aressablc  softness  and  leaves 
it  "print  ess  pretty"  and  easy  to  manage.  A  magic  new  ingredient 
<  ailed  I  olis. in'  has  been  added  to  KKEML  Shampoo's  original  formula  .  .  containing 
special  cleansing  qualities  that  leave  hair  shiningly  clean!  I  promise  you  that  KKEML 
Shampoo  will  make  a  beautiful,  glamorous  di(|eren(  r  ,n  your  hair  but  why  not  prove 
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LITTLE  MISS  MUFFET,  you  can't  sit  on  your  tuffet  these  lazy  days  .  .  .  for  it's  time  to"spi  me 

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with  KXKKGINK  (  LEANING  FLUID.  It  removes  grease  spots  in 
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TOMMY  TUCKER  will  sing  for  his  supper  over  and  over  again  .  .  .  when  he 
"whets"  his  appetite  first  on  a  glass  of  ruby-red  LIBBY'S 
Tomato  Juice !  And  what  a  good  thing  that  children  like  it  .  .  . 
for  LIBBY'S  is  rich  in  important  vitamins.  Rich,  too,  in  luscious 
sun-ripe  tomato  flavor  ...  so  that  it's  always  a  brisk,  taste- 
tingling  "refresher".  So,  you  see,  LIBBY'S  Tomato  Juice  is 
twice-rich  .  . .  giving  a  toast  to  your  health  with  its  vitamins  and  a 
treat  to  your  taste !  And  remember,  there  are  countless  ways  to 
use  America's  favorite  tomato  juice  ...  as  a  case  in  point,  try 
this  tempting  TOMATO  ASPIC: 

Soften  1  envelope  gelatine  in  Y2  cup  cold  LIBBY'S  Tomato  Juice, 
cups  LIBBY'S  Tomato  Juice  to  full  boil,  add  softened  gelatine  and 
;  il  dissolved.  Stir  in  1  tbsp.  lemon  juice,  tsP-  sa't  and  dash  of  pepper.  Pour 
individual  molds,  chill.  When  firm,  unmold  and  serve  with  mayonnaise 
3  dressing. 


'E  KING'S  HORSES  and  all  the 

■  men  wouldn't  (and  couldn't!) 
■lie  back  to  sweeping  with  old- 
Bed  straw  brooms!  I'm  a 
||  A-BROOM  "fan"  through 
b'.rough  .  .  .  for  these  jewel-hued 
*  brooms  have  amazing  Elec- 
fc  bristles  that  work  by  Magnetic 
I).  .  .  picking  up  and  sweeping 
away  every  trace 
of  dust,  dirt,  lint 
and  dog  hairs  faster, 
eaSer  and  better 
than  any  broom 
ever  seen !  This  ex- 
plains why  more 
than  4  million 
women,  in  little 
h  year,  have  discarded  their  ob- 
:t  straw  brooms  in  favor  of 
PI  A-BROOM  .  .  .  plus  the  fact 
klModglin  PERM  A-BROOM  is 
Bito  use  because  it's  so  wonder- 
ylight  and  perfectly  balanced. 
\lf  clean  in  a  "jiffy",  too.  You'll 
Ho  get  PERM A-SCRUB  to  clean 
linware  in  a  flash  ...  as  well  as 
l&K-OFF  for  cleaning  garments, 
ifetery  and  drapes.  All  3  come  in 
albow  of  gorgeous  colors. 


IN  WONDERLAND  saw 

a  wondrous  sight .  .  . 
one  so  marvelous  as 
ew  1950  GENERAL 
TRIC  Triple-whip 
r!  Since  I  own  one  my- 
's  no  "tall  tale"  when 
'sper  that  it  puts  all 
mixers  to  shame.  .  . 
.he  old  G-E  Triple-whip  Mixer  I 
o  think  so  grand.  There  are|  so 
new  features  dear  to  my  heart . . . 
I  had  to  name  the  three  that 
'  especially  high,  I'd  choose  these : 
'he  completely  new  Juicer  .  .  . 


MISTRESS  MARY,  are  your  cakes  con- 
trary .  .  .  don't  live  up  to  your  expec- 
tationc  in  spite  of  the  time,  work  and 
money  you  invest?  Then  I'd  like  to 
recommend  DUFF'S  WHITE  CAKE 
MIX  ...  for  it  takes  only  minutes  to 
mix,  costs  but  a  few 
pennies,  and  yet  re- 
wards with  a  snowy- 
white,  feather-light 
cake  every  time ! 
DUFF'S  is  the  com- 
plete mix... with  NO 
hidden  extra  costs. 
Everything's  in  it... 
even  eggs  and  milk 
already  perfectly 
blended  for  you.  This  means  you  just 
add  water  and  mix  ...  in  only  4^ 
minutes  from  the  time  you  open  the 
package,  your  prize-winning  cake  is 
ready  to  bake !  And  what  a  glorious, 
glamorous  cake  your  DUFF'S  WHITE 
CAKE  will  be  .  .  .  richer,  lighter  and 
tenderer  than  home  recipes,  with  a 
whiter  and  more  velvety  crumb.  When 
you  see  howquick-'n'-easy  it  is  to  make 
a  prize-winning  cake,  you'll  want  to 
try  DUFF'S  SPICE  CAKE  MIX  and 
DUFF'S  DEVIL'S  FOOD  MIX, too. 

for  it  juices  up  to  a  dozen 
oranges  .  .  .  and  with  no  clog- 
ging- 

(2)  The  new  Speed  Selector 
.  .  .  with  12  speeds  to  choose 
from  and  lots  of  power  in  each. 

(3)  The  3  beaters  .  .  .  because 
they  do  a  better  beating  job 
than  any  other  mixer  I  ever 
used  .  .  .  yet  are  a  "cinch"  to 

clean  since  there's  no  center  shaft  to  get 
in  your  way. 

Think  I'm  prejudiced?  You  won't  once 
you  see  this  new  G-E  Triple-whip 
Mixer  .  . .  so.hurry  to  your  GENERAL 
ELECTRIC  Dealer! 


:  QUEEN  IS  IN  THE  PARLOR  eating  ...  a  treat  to  the  royal  taste  of  Her 
Majesty's  pleasure  ...  FIG  NEWTONS  CAKES !  And 
you'll  agree  there's  nothing  like  these  richer,  more  golden 
cakes  with  rich  jam  filling  made  from  the  world's  most 
luscious  figs  .  .  .  giving  you  all  the  delicious  flavor  of  the 
figs,  wrapped  in  tender,  crispy  cake !  But  remember  ...  to 
taste  as  good  as  fig  cakes  should,  they've  got  to  be  FIG 
NEWTONS  CAKES,  made  only  by  National  Biscuit 
Company.  Get  several  boxes  at  a  time  to  serve  often  with 
<rt,  for  parties  and  snacks  ...  or  try  this: 

]>  1  cup  cream  stiff;  beat  egg  white  stiff,  but  not  dry,  and  fold  into  whipped 
n.  Quarter  12  FIG  NEWTONS  CAKES  and  place  pieces  in  bottom  of  4 
j'Ct  glasses.  Top  with  spoonfuls  of  cream  mixture;  repeat  layering  and  finish  with 
^NEWTONS  CAKES  halved'"butterfly"  fashion.  Chill  several  hours, 
jlook  for  the  BIG  red  NABISCO  SEAL  on  the  package  ...  for  it  identifies 
"ne  and  onlv  FIG  NEWTONS  CAKES. 


JILL  BE  NIMBLE 


Jill  be  fast  .  .  .  put  up  jams  and  jellies  while  the  fresh  fruits  and 
berries  last !  And  do  it  the  quick,  easy,  sure  way  .  .  .  by  follow- 
ing the  "short-boil"  method  with  CERTO,  the  original 
liquid  pectin  product.  You'll  be  surprised  at  how  much  time 
and  work  you  save  .  .  .  and  reap  a  "bonus".'  in  extra  glasses, 
with  more  fresh,  fruity  goodness  than  is  possible  with  long- 
boil  methods!  So  hurry  .  .  .  get  CERTO  and  try  this 
"short-boil"  recipe  for  Rhubarb  and 1  Strawberry  Jam: 

Slice  thin  or  chop  about  1  lb.  unpeeled  rhubarb.  Crush  thor- 
oughly about  1  qt.  fully  ripe  strawberries.  Combine  fruits  and 
measure  4  cups  into  very  large  saucepan.  Add  7  cups  sugar  and 
mix  well.  Place  over  high  heat,  bring  to  /;///  rolling  boil,  boil  hard  7  rnin.,  stirring 
constantly.  Remove  from  heat;  at  once  stir  in  1  ■>  bottle  CERTO.  Stir  and  skim  by 
turns  for  5  mins.  to  cool  slightly,  to  prevent  floating  fruit.  Ladle  quickly  into  glasses. 
Paraffin  at  once.  Makes  about  10  six-ounce  glasses. 


CINDERELLA'S  FAIRY  GODMOTHER  ban- 
ished drudgery  from  her  life  .  .  .  and 
your  FRIGIDAIRE  Dealer  can  do 
the  same  for  you.  So  visit  his  Gala 
Spring  Showing  ...  let  him  show  you 
how  a  new  FRIGIDAIRE  Automatic 
Washer  can  help  "glamorize"  your 
life.  Watch  Live- 
Water  Washing  get 
clothes  really  clean 
.  .  .  see  how  the  short, 
fast,  up-and-down 
strokes  of  the 
FRIGIDAIRE  Pul- 
sator  put  surging  tides 
of  hot  suds  to  work 
without  a  yank  or 
pull  to  wear  your 
clothes.  Then  look  how  bright  and 
clean  everything  comes  out.  Feel  how 
easy  the  clothes  are  to  handle,  with 
some  dry  enough  to  iron  .  .  .  "thanks"  . 
to  Rapidry-Spinning.  You'll  find 
Fairy  Godmother's  magic  touch  in 
FRIGIDAIRE'S  Select-O-Dial  .  .  . 
you  just  touch  it !  No  need  to  put  your 
hands  in  water  .  .  .  and  the  washing's 
done  completely  automatically.  But 
discover  the  FRIGIDAIRE  All-Por- 
celain Automatic  Washer  for  your- 
self! 

WINKEN,  BLINKEN  AND  NOD 

.  .  .  want  to  sleep  sweet  as  a 
baby?  .  .  .  Then  let  me  sug- 
gest that  you  avoid  "Mr. 
Coffee  Nerves"  .  .  .  because 
you  may  be  one  of  his  "vic- 
tims" without  even  knowing 
it!  Best  way  to  find  out  is: 
switch  to  POSTUM— drink 
it  for  30  days — and  see  if  you  don't 
sleep  better,  feel  better,  look  better/  . . .  You 
see,  both  coffee  and  tea  contain  cajfein, 
and  While  many  people  can  drink  these 
beverages  without  ill-effect — others, 
caffein-susceptibles,  suffer  nervousness, 


STAR  BRIGHT,  STAR  LIGHT!  I  wish  I  may, 
I  wish  I  might  .  .  .  w-a-t-c-h  Dione 
Lucas,  internationally  famous  cook- 
ing authority  and  television  star,  pre- 
pare a  salad  in  these 
attractive  Shell  Serv- 
ers! They're  a  Cor- 
don Bleu  Original  by 
Beacon  Products  Co. 
which  boasts  the 
"madeof  STYRON" 
label.  Vast  experi- 
ence has  taught 
Dione  Lucas  that  the  proper  ingredi- 
ents, plus  strict  adherence  to  proven 
recipes,  assures  success  in  cooking. 
And  she  knows  that  this  same  formula 
has  been  applied  to  housewares  made 
of  STYRON  ...  for  The  Dow  Chem- 
ical Company  requires  thatevery  prod- 
uct bearing  the  "made  of  STYRON" 
label  must  meet  the  rigid  standards 
of  their  Product  Evaluation  Com- 
mittee. So,  you  see,  before  the  label  is 
awarded,  products  are  carefully  ex- 
amined for  functional  design,  quality 
workmanship  and  correct  application 
of  plastics.  You'll  find  a  multitude  of 
STYRON  (Dow  polystyrene)  house- 
wares designed  with  color,  lightness 
and  durability  in  mind  ...  so  look  for 
the  "made  of  STYRON"  label. 

indigestion  and  sleepless 
nights!  That's  why  I  urge 
you  to  try  POSTUM  .  .  .  it's 
100%  caffein-free — can't 
"rob"  you  of  sleep!  And  re- 
member, POSTUM  gives 
you  amazing  economy  in  these 
days  of  the  Higher  Cost  of 
Living!  For  it  costs  you 
less  than  half  as  much  per  cup  as 
coffee  and  most  other  mealtime 
drinks.  So  /oil  "Mr.  CofTee  Nerves" — 
and  at  the  same  time  pocket  real 
savings— get  INSTANT  POSTUM 
at  your  Grocer's  today ! 


ALADDIN  AND  HIS  MAGIC  LAMP  couldn't  have  worked  a  greater  miracle  than  has 
been  wrought  with  DEMING'S  Salmon  .  .  .  for  it  brings 
the  tantalizing  t;«ng  of  the  sea  straight  to  your  table  in  deli- 
cately flavored,  firm-textured  salmon  at  its  very  best! 
Economical,  too,  because  of  its  concentrated  goodness. 
DEMING'S  Sirloin  Salmon  is  the  incomparable  red 
Alaska  Sockeye  with  skin,  backbone  removed  .  .  .  and  is  a 
"masterpiece"  of  good  eating  just  as  it  comes  from  the  can. 
And  DEMING'S  Recipe  Pink  Salmon  makes  so  many 
wonderful,  thrifty  treats  .  .  .  try,  for  instance,  this  nourishing  protein  main  dish: 
Into  greased  baking  dish,  alternate  layers  of  DEMING'S  Salmon  (2  cups)  with  % 
cup  fine,  dry  bread  crumbs  and  2  cups  white  sauce.  Season  with  salt,  pepper, 
paprika.  Bake  20  to  30  mins.  in  mod.  oven  (350°  F.).  Serves  4. 

DEMING'S  Salmon  in  all  forms  is  perfect  ...  no  discriminating  gourmet  could 
ever  ask  for  a  more  elegant  treat ! 


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say?  Tell  him  what  she  had  just  this  instant 
discovered,  by  the  location  of  the  hurt  in- 
flicted by  this  unkindest  cut— that  she  loved 
him  ?  Why  cast  that  unsuspected  pearl  before 
him;  why  fling  her  heart  into  the  silence 
simply  because  it  was  a  silence? 

The  first  thing  clarifying  before  her  eyes 
was  her  hands,  white,  cold,  composed,  loosely 
clasped  in  her  lap. 

"Is  that  all  you  have  to  say,  Mark?" 

"Yes,"  he  said,  as  though  surprised.  He 
must  have  used  this  coup  before,  and  antici- 
pated all  possible  reactions  except  this. 
"Yes,  that's  all,"  he  repeated  uncertainly. 

Her  hands  reached  and  took  her  jacket  off 
the  back  of  the  seat,  and  then  they  closed 
the  car  door  after  her,  softly;  there  was  no 
need  to  wake  the  neighborhood  with  the 
slam  of  this  door  in  her  life.  Two  solid  legs, 
intuitive,  servile,  took  her  into  the  house. 
Politely  her  ears  closed  themselves  to  all 
sound.  Her  eyes,  unlike  Lot's  wife's,  did  not 
wish  to  look  behind  her. 

It  was  not  until  she  was  in  bed,  and  the 
dark  had  become  a  vast  extension  of  her 
imagination,  that  her  mind  began  to  function 
again,  began  to  grind  on  and  on,  like  that  salt 
machine  in  the  fairy  story  that  milled  out 
only  salt  till  all  the  waters  of  the  earth  were 
salt  because  nobody  could  remember  the 
magic  synonym  for  "Stop." 

June  tenth,  a  week  after  her  graduation, 
to  August  .  .  .  what  was  today?  How  much 
of  that  time  had  she  been  in  love  with  him? 
How  long  had  she  been  in  love  with  him, 
that  was  not  important  now.  What  was  there 
to  do  about  it;  this  she  had  to  know.  Sleep, 
now,  was  impossible.  She  left  her  bed  and 
went  down  into  the  garden. 

A  tinkle  of  milk  bottles  from  down  the 
street  warned  her  to  look  up,  and  before  her 
eyes  it  was  broad  day.  Sunlight  had  thrown 
itself  in  a  hundred  shapes  on  the  ground; 
the  white  paint  of  the  house  flamed  glister- 


ingly.  A  fantastic  night,  the  first  she"! 
known  from  beginning  to  end,  was  gone,! 
stretching  before  her  lay  an  unbelie\ 
quantity  of  unrequested  time,  a  new  <| 
August  the  something,  and  certain  to  h\ 
different  from  yesterday  as  though  she  J 
been  born  in  travail  into  a  new  world  i| 
ing  the  night. 

She  knew  she  ought  to  be  going  in  nowi 
neighborhood  was  astir,  but  she  hated] 
thought  of  going  back  to  her  room,  witl) 
disheveled  bed,  and  last  night's  abandi 
clothes,  and  a  lingering  of  stale  shadows.! 
wasn't  tired,  she  told  herself,  rather  liki] 
electric  lamp  that  had  been  left  on  all  ni 
Still  she  would  go  in,  in  a  minute,  but  i 
was  no  place  she  wanted  to  go. 

Then  the  blind  went  up  in  her  moil 
room  and  she  knew  it  was  seven  o'clock 

Her  mother  looked  out  on  the  garden 
she  did  every  morning  as  soon  as  she  at 
and  saw  Meg.  "Is  that  you,  Meg?"  t 
surprise  in  her  voice.  "Goodmorning.de 

Meg  replied  to  her  greeting  and,  carr 
her  mules,  went  barefoot  into  the  kite 
Her  mother  came  bustling  down,  in 
habitual  morning  good  spirits. 

"Too  hot  to  sleep?"  she  asked. 

"Yes,  too  hot,"  Meg  said. 

Her  mother  went  to  the  stove  to  t 
breakfast.  Reaching  here,  there  and  t 
like  picking  peaches,  she  assembled  thei 
deftly.  Meg  watched  her  cheerful  bus; 
and  unexpectedly  felt  urged  to  talk— no 
word  was  "gush" — out  the  whole  ni 
miserable  events.  She  bit  her  lip  instead 
went  out  to  bring  in  the  milk. 

"I  heard  you  come- in  last  night," 
mother  said.  "Trouble  with  Mark?" 

Meg  hesitated  but,  after  all,  there  coul 
no  secret  about  it.  "Yes,"  she  said.  "Hej 
me  my  notice  of  separation." 

-Skillet  in  hand,  her  mother  half  tur 
"He  gave  you  " 


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LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


11 


"pu  raised  me  to  tell  the  truth  and  that's 
]'  gave  it  to  me  with  the  back  of  his 
an  But  quick  and  merciless,  you  under- 
;an  not  brutal  and  bruising."  Meg  knew 
ie  unded  callowly  flippant. 

H  mother  said  neutrally,  "He  isn't  the 
lai  ing  kind,  I've  heard." 

*\"ot  me,  at  any  rate." 

E  mother  broke  an  egg  into  the  skillet, 
ft  or  two  eggs?" 

"  xo,"  Meg  said.  "Maybe  three.  Why 
idi  I  think  of  food  last  night  while  I  was 
iw  ng  all  over  that  bed  trying  to  coax  a 
ttl'est  out  of  it?" 

''pu  mean  you've  been  awake  all  night?  " 
sr  'other  said,  turning  the  eggs  in  the  sing- 
ig'illet. 

",ot  a  wink,"  Meg  answered.  "I  kept 
fcfc  myself  why,  why? 
nc':hen  that  silly  scene 
Hj.i  flash  through  my 
in  But  that's  why  I 
;p  asking  why.  It  was 
se. cat  chasing  its  tail." 

"i  love  with  him?" 


■k  He  who  sacrifices  his  con- 
^  science  to  ambition  burns 
a  picture  to  obtain  the  ashes. 

—  CHINESE  PROVERB. 


^g  hesitated.  "The 

ll;  answer  is  yes,  I'm 

jm,"  she  said.  "Don't  ask  me  why.  I 

A:  even  know  it  till  last  night." 

rnd  you  didn't  ask  him  why  he  threw 

liver?" 

"ut  I  couldn't  humiliate  myself,  after 
&?he  said,  could  I?" 
"hen  it  isn't  serious,"  her  mother  said, 
ft  ;n  you  can't  humiliate  yourself,  it  isn't 
His.  You'll  get  over  it,  like  the  Donnie 
avw  affair." 

I  wasn't  like  the  Harlow  affair.  The 
t  ing  up  with  Don  had  been  rather  fun; 
'ill  had  the  feeling  of  soap  opera:  all  the 
sr-nts  of  tragic  unhappiness  handled  with 
i  iierring  superficiality, 
fig  leaned  her  head  on  the  back  of  her 
i£L  looking  at  the  bright  yellow  ceiling,  its 
ui  glossy  surface  seething  with  sunlight. 
ws  is  what  I'm  being  robbed  of,  she 
(□pit;  the  pleasantness  of  this  familiar 
o  the  peace  of  the  garden,  the  uncompli- 


cated camaraderie  of  my  mother.  And  this  is 
only  the  beginning. 

"Suppose  the  shoe  were  on  the  other  foot." 
she  said  with  sudden  passion.  "Suppose  I'd 
sloughed  him  off.  There'd  be  telephone  calls 
and  letters  and  blockading  of  the  front  door 
and  infestation  of  the  rear.  Men  don't  take 
no  for  an  answer." 

"Girls  don't  do  things  like  that,"  her 
mother  said  mildly.  "I  know  they  do,  but  it 
doesn't  work.  I  don't  know  why.  It  seems 
fair  enough.  A  matter  of  custom  and  inter- 
pretation." 

Her  mother  came  across  the  room  with  a 
plate  of  bacon  and  eggs  in  one  hand  and  the 
coffeepot  in  the  other.  There  were  already 
grape  marmalade,  butter  and  toast  in  front  of 
Meg.  She  suddenly  found  it  alien  and  in- 
edible, like  fare  from  the 
■■■R  moon. 

"  I'm  sorry,  Janey,"  she 
said.  "I  don't  think  I  can 
eat  it." 

"I  thought  you  might 
not,"  her  mother  said  and 
— — —      put  the  plate  in  the  oven 
to  await  her  father. 
"I  know,"  Meg  said,  "I  ought  to  stop 
moping  and  act  normally  and  make  myself 
do  what  I  ought  to  do." 

Her  mother  poured  herself  a  cup  of  coffee 
and  sat  stirring  the  heat  out  of  it  thought- 
fully. 

"You  never  told  me  you  were  in  love  be- 
fore," she  said,  "so  I  believe  you.  I've  often 
wondered  if  you  ever  would.  Tell  me,  that  is." 
Her  face  under  its  nimbusof  white  hair  seemed 
to  have  become  subtly  larger  and  wiser,  the 
way  it  had  looked  to  Meg  as  a  child.  "  Don't 
think  for  a  minute  I'm  telling  you  what  to  do 
or  not  to  do  about  Mark;  I  wouldn't  dare, 
because  I  know  you'll  have  to  learn  how  to 
manage" — she  balked  at  the  word  she  was 
going  to  use — "this  kind  of  thing  or  be 
miserable  the  rest  of  your  life." 

For  once  I  wish  somebody  would  tell  me 
what  to  do,  Meg  thought.  Exactly.  In  blue- 
print. 


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"You  may  borrow  one  of  my  sleeping 
pills,"  her  mother  said.  "Just  one.  If  you 
really  need  it." 

"Why  didn't  I  think  of  that  last  night?" 
Meg  asked. 

"Evidently  you  didn't  do  any  thinking  at 
all,"  her  mother  said.  "You  only  thought 
you  did.  Now  go  try  to  get  some  sleep." 

Meg  picked  up  her  mules  and  went  up- 
stairs. /  must  be  as  tired  as  a  mine  mule,  she 
thought.  Why  don't  I  feel  it? 

The  idea  of  taking  a  sleeping  pill  suddenly 
did  not  appeal  to  her.  Thick  throw  rugs  of 
sunshine  lay  under  the  windows  in  her  room 
and  there  was  a  breeze  in  the  curtains.  No,  a 
warm  tub  was  more  attractive. 

She  relaxed  in  the  water  till  it  cooled,  and 
came  back  to  her  room  trying  to  rasp  the 
thick-layered,  insensitive  feeling  from  her 
skin  with  a  heavy  towel  roughly  used.  But 

the  trouble  wasn't  in  her  skin.  It  was  

She  caught  a  glimpse  of  herself  in  the  mirror. 

Suddenly  she  found  she  was  looking  at 
herself;  not  just  seeing,  but  looking  at  the 
actuality  of  herself  in  the  guileless  glass,  with 
the  borrowed  vision  of  that  nameless  im- 
partial critic,  everybody.  How  like  the  aver- 
age she  was  of  all  the  girls  she  knew,  without 
tempting  fulsomeness,  or  any  personal  exag- 
geration, or  appealing  uniqueness;  slim — 
perhaps  too  slim  for  her  height ;  light-haired — 
only  long  attention  had  made  it  blithe; 
brown-eyed — but  it  was  a  one-coat  brown; 
and  with  a  face  that . . .  what  could  she  truly 
conclude  about  a  face  that  was  at  once  so 
pitilessly  familiar,  and  yet  so  unknowable  as 
the  fingers  of  mood  molded  and  remolded  it 
out  of  her  sight  into  the  face  that  others 
knew  as  hers?  Here,  she  thought,  here  is  the 
reason  Mark  could  drive 

without  a  backward  i^HB^HHH 
glance.  In  the  gallery  of  his 
recollections  the  memory 
of  her  would  hang  in  some 
quiet  unvisited  corner  un- 
til the  dust  of  years  had 
reduced  it  to  anonymity.  ■BJMSBSBH 

Self-pity  could  sink  no 
farther  than  this  depth  of  abasement,  and 
when  she  reached  it  she  saw  the  absurdity 
of  it,  and  was  angered  at  herself,  sanely, 
sturdily.  "I  have  a  right  to  the  way  I  think 
and  feel,"  she  said  aloud  to  her  mirror  twin, 
"regardless  of  how  I  look.  I  have  a  right  to 
make  Mark  realize  that  what  I  feel  is  impor- 
tant to  me  without  any  risk  of  losing  his  re- 
spect or  my  own." 

Then  she  knew  what  she  was  going  to  do 
and,  suddenly  relaxed,  she  lay  down  and 
was  instantly  asleep.  When  she  dreamed 
about  Mark  he  was  gentle,  he  wore  a  tweed 
suit,  and  carried  a  tennis  racket  under  one 
arm,  while  he  drove  them  to  a  dance  and 
he  said,  "You  have  the  loveliest  face." 

Meg  awoke  almost  exactly  when  she  had 
wanted  to,  at  four  o'clock.  She  refreshed  her- 
self, with  a  quick  shower  this  time,  worked 
adroitly  over  her  face  and  hair,  started  to  put 
on,  then  discarded,  a  new  black  faille  fall 
dress  for  a  lime  linen.  Her  mother  was  gone, 
probably  to  bridge,  when  Meg  came  down- 
stairs, but  the  car  keys  were  on  the  hall 
table.  She  passed  through  the  kitchen,  buy- 
ing off  temptation  with  the  promise  that  she 
would  eat  when  she  arrived  at  the  Blue  Bird. 

Pacing  herself  carefully,  she  drove  across 
town  to  Clifton,  to  arrive  at  the  Blue  Bird  at 
about  ten  to  five,  just  before  the  after-busi- 
ness crowd  would  swarm  in  for  cocktails..  She 
knew  the  booth  she  wanted,  from  which  she 
could  do  surveillance  on  the  entrance  and  in 
which  she  could  be  seen  from  there  when 
purpose  merited.  She  ordered  something 
limpid  and  icy,  helped  herself  leniently  to 
the  hors  d'oeuvres,  and  wondered  how  many 
evenings  she  would  have  to  go  through  it  all. 

Mark  came  in  at  five-thirty,  wearing  a 
hot,  fussed  look,  hair  pasted  with  perspira- 
tion in  whorls  on  his  forehead,  and  his  blue 
tropical  worsted  in  dejected  crease.  There 
was  an  edging  of  mud  on  his  shoes  and  spat- 
ters of  it  on  his  trousers.  His  eyes  passed 
over  her  without  a  sign  of  acknowledgment. 
He  sjxike  to  a  waiter.  Then,  when  she  was 
wondering  in  consternation  what  to  do  next, 
he  drifted  over  to  her  booth  and  slipped  into 
the  seat  across  from  her. 


SV  There  is  something  sweeter 
^  than  receiving  praise:  the 
feeling  of  having  deserved  it. 

—ANON. 


"Borrow  a  sip  of  that  while  I'm  wai 
he  asked.  "I've  been  dreaming  of  it  1 
hours." 

Weighing  his  casualness  for  a  seconj 
said,  in  kind,  "Where  did  you  find  mi 
day  like  this?" 

"Up  in  Conn  County,"  he  told  her 
of  those  freak  summer  cloudbursts.  V 
out  a  pier  on  a  school  we're  buildin; 
took  another  sip.  "What  a  day,"  hi 
on.  "It  was  a  mistake  to  include  it 
week."  He  gave  himself  a  rueful  glai 
look  pretty  good  now.  You  should  ha1 
me  two  hours  ago."  He  showed  her  his 
scratched  and  gashed.  "We  had  to  t 
the  old  pier  and  re-engineer  half  the  f  r 
tion.  We  won't  make  a  nickel  on  tlj 
That's  the  construction  business.  Tt 
where  you  work  the  hardest  you  mi 
least  money." 

The  waiter  came  with  his  drink  £ 
immediately  stuck  his  nose  in  it  for 
quaff.  Meg  watched  him,  toying  wi 
dangerous  thought  that  nothing  at  ; 
happened  last  night,  and  that  they  v 
reality  an  amiable  husband  and  wi 
tributing  the  burdens  of  the  day  b 
them,  the  better  to  bear  them. 

He  took  out  a  notebook  and  penc 
while  he  finished  his  drink  showed  he 
a  pier  was,  how  it  had  been  dislodgec 
he  had  had  to  do  about  it.  The  comp 
comprehensibility  of  his  explanation 
fascination.  She  had  the  idea  he  was  i 
ing  the  job  for  his  own,  not  her,  edifi 
so  she  asked  no  questions. 

Emptying  his  glass  finally,  he  refle< 
it.  "I  don't  want  another  drink.  Must 

  hungry.  Are  you?" 

■■■■S^BJBBl         "1  missed  a 

where   today,"  sh 
mitted. 

"But  where?"  fa 
"I'm  sick  of  the  i 
bout  grub  they  lac 
in  the  neighborhoo 
taurants.  And  going 
town  sounds  too  complicated." 

"What  about  the  Fox  and  Grape; 
lovely  out  there.  You  get  everythinj 
fresh-air  sauce." 

"On  a  hot  night  like  this?  Without 
vations?"  he  said.  "We'd  have  to  i 
lunch." 

On  impulse  she  said,  "What  you  r 
one  of  my  Maurice  salads." 

"What's  that?"  he  asked  suspici| 
"Cantaloupe  filled  with  coleslaw  an 
rots?" 

"Chicken,  tomatoes  and  sundries.  I 
one  culinary  accomplishment.  I've 
tried  it  that  way,  but  I  might  use 
chicken." 

"Cold  chicken,"  he  said.  "Ah!"  I 
up  spryly.  "  I  think  I  have  an  old  sala< 
around  the  apartment.  Full  of  golf 
probably." 

They  found  a  grocery  store  just  ab 
close  where  the  manager  himself,  wi 
hauteur  of  a  Belvedere,  assented  U 
custom.  Mark's  apartment  was  only  a 
away,  and  they  walked,  loaded  witl 
ceries. 

"Dad  built  the  building,"  Mark  expl 
"I've  always  lived  here.  When  we  v 
family  we  had  a  big  apartment  on  the  gju 
floor.  Now  I've  got  a  two-and-a-half  a 
aerie  on  the  top  (loor.  For  the  view 
rattled  on  about  it. 

She  didn't  understand  him,  Meg  tolil 
self,  as  they  rode  up  in  the  elevator.  Of  (I 
there  hadn't  been  an  opportunity  to  dp 
last  night  yet,  but  how  could  he  ignoill 
rift  with  such  pert  com|X)sure?  His  msl 
his  conversation,  the  way  he  l(x>ked  :[l 
were  in  no  way  allusive  of  any  straint 
was  all-  too  conscious  that  her  manncw 
hobbled,  and  her  conversation  oversell 
lous  by  contrast.  The  only  answer  coil 
that  Mark  had  helped  himself  to  some  I: 
and  srlf-llattei  ing  assumpl  ions  about  Ik  "< 
de/.vous  with  him.  She  didn't  feel  like  li 
more  definite  now  about  what  they  werts 
only  asked  herself  to  l)e  wary. 

I  le  left  her  in  the  cubbyhole  kitchen  jr 
he  went  in  to  take  his  shower.  She  coul|f 
(Conlinuetl  on  Pu$t  1 14) 


|rroblem  child... or  child  problem? 

MANY  TIMES  THE  IRRITABLE  NERVOUS  UNDERWEIGHT  CHILD 


NEEDS  DIET  CORRECTION 


NOT  DISCIPLINE  ! 


hild  who  has  trouble  in  school  is  sometimes 
a  victim  of  faulty  nutrition. 

is  can  make  him  frail  and  nervous — and  he 
seem  dull  and  indifferent  in  class.  Such  a 
may  be  well-fed — but  ill-nourished.  Prob- 
he  gets  plenty  of  food  .  .  .  but  not  always 
gh  of  the  right  kind. 

PJmother  should  remember  that  a  child  needs, 
ortionately,  2  to  3  times  as  much  of  certain 
elements  as  an  adult.  These  food  elements 
de  protein,  calcium,  iron,  vitamins  C, 
n  and  riboflavin.  These  may  be  called  the 

^rk  plugs"  of  robust  health  and  vitality.  A 
'.  needs  lots  of  them.  A  lack  of  one  or  more 

a:ause  a  slump.  And — please  note  this— they 
the  very  ones  most  apt  to  be  deficient  in 
age  meals. 

theory — one  can  provide  an  adequate  fam- 
liet  by  serving  a  wide  variety  of  carefully 
ted  foods  and  thereby  obtain  all  the  essen- 
elements.  And  this  every  mother  should 
e  to  do. 

i  practice,  however — this  is  hard  to  do,  be- 
ie  of  the  many  problems  of  food  buying, 
onal  shortages,  storing  and  cooking,  and  the 


wide  differences  in  individual  tastes  and  require- 
ments within  the  family. 

And  so,  today — busy,  intelligent  mothers  em- 
ploy a  sound  and  simple  method  in  approaching 
this  problem.  They  use  a  supplementary  food  like 
Ovaltine. 

Ovaltine  is  a  rich  supplementary  food  that  fills 
in  the  gaps,  the  chinks,  and  the  loopholes  that 
may  occur  even  in  "good"  meals.  Ovaltine, 
mixed  with  milk,  contains  practically  all  the 
vitamins  and  minerals  necessary  to  bring  the 
ordinary  meal  up  to  the  full  requirements  of  a 
growing  child.  It  also  provides  an  extra  supple- 
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in  this  health  insurance  program  through  better 
nutrition.  Give  2  to  3  glasses  of  Ovaltine  daily 
in  addition  to  regular  meals.  Then  you  can  be 
sure  you  have  done  just  about  everything  you 
can  do  to  insure  proper  nutrition  for  your  child. 

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low  his  movements  between  bedroom  and 
bath  by  the  discords  of  his  whistling.  It  was 
loud  with  good  humor. 

The  kitchen  was  fusty,  with  signs  of  being 
used  only  for  midnight  snacks  and  breakneck 
breakfasts.  She  opened  the  one  small  win- 
dow. There  was  going  to  be  more  to  this 
dinner  than  preparing  the  food.  In  the  mis- 
cellany of  dishes  (the  married  sisters  must 
have  looted  the  family  of  good  ones)  she 
finally  found  a  matching  service.  On  a  back 
shelf  she  found  a  beautiful  linen  luncheon 
set.  tinging  with  age,  but  when  she  had  set 
up  the  table  under  the  window — it  looked 
out  grandly  over  the  city  to  the  hills  across 
the  river — she  found  it  lacked  any  center- 
piece of  color.  She  went  searching  in  the  liv- 
ing room  for  something — she  didn't  really 
expect  to  find  fresh  flowers — but  there 
wasn't  anything  suitable.  Not  a  vase,  nor 
even  a  picture.  The  whole  apartment,  or 
what  she  saw  of  it,  was  like  that:  comfort- 
able, dennish,  relieved  from  the  unbearable 
drab  by  shine  and  polish,  not  color,  like  a 
man's  shoes.  It  was  a  boy's  quarters,  when 
the  boy  had  grown  up,  an  enlarged  toy  box, 
the  place  where  he  kept  the  implements  of 
his  interests.  It  was  furniture-filled,  but  not 
organized,  and  the  inviolable  bachelor  char- 
acter of  it,  its  self-satisfied  devotion  to  solid 
masculine  comfort,  smote  her  hard.  She  gave 
up  her  search  for  a  centerpiece  and  finished 
her  meal  preparation.  Everything  was  ready 
precisely  as  he  came  from  his  room. 

He  was  immaculate  and  showcase  bright, 
from  shoes  to  smile,  in  a  beautiful  tan  gab- 
ardine suit,  and  a  green  tie  against  a  shirt 
white  as  ice. 

/  don't  reason  about  him,  Meg  thought. 
Being,  with  him  is  living  in  an  air  of  holiday 
and  carnival.  I  don't  think  enough.  I  let  my 
eyes  and  ears  go  enjoying  him. 

When  he  saw  the  table  even  the  bones  of 
his  face  seemed  to  give  with  his  grin.  "Amaz- 
ing," he  said.  "Did  it  come  by  carrier 
pigeon?  " 

"Aren't  they  extinct?"  she  asked. 
"That's  passenger  pigeons,"  he  said.  He 
stood  behind  her  chair  and  held  it  while  she 
sat  down.  "I  had  a  pair  of  carriers  once.  I 
used  to  send  back  messages  to  mother  that  I 
was  leaving  for  Africa  or  some;  such  place. 
She  made  me  give  them  up." 

It  sounded  probable,  Meg  thought.  He 
made  her  a  neat,  smiling  bow  and  went  to  his 
place  to  sit  down. 

/  ought  to  tell  him  to  take  off  his  coat  in  this 
weather,  she  thought,  but  it's  so  urbane  this 
way;  really  it's  not  too  hot. 

He  jackknifed  into  his  seat,  picked  up  his 
napkin,  began  to  unfold  it,  and  then  said, 
"Oh,"  unexpectedly,  "I've  got  to  make  a 
call  before  I  settle  down  here.  Excuse  me?" 

He  wasn't  cautious  about  it,  not  even 
closing  the  door.  He  neither  lowered  nor 
guarded  his  voice.  Meg  decided,  within  a 
minute,  that  she  was  meant  to  hear.  There 
was  the  grinding  rotation  of  the  dial,  a  pause 
for  connection  and  then  Mark  said: 

"Ernests'  residence?  .  .  .  This  is  Mark 
Harrison.  Mary  there?  .  .  .  No?  .  .  .  No,  I'll 
call  again  in  half  an  hour.  .  .  .  Why,  yes,  I'll 
be  here  if  she  wants  to  call." 

The  words  fell  on  her  ears  as  one  clap  of 
sounds,  as  they  detonated  in  her  mind  a 
vivid  revelation.  Mary  Ernest!  He  had  made 
a  date  with  Mary  Ernest  last  night  and  he 
was  going  to  call  it  off  now.  Now  she  knew 
why  he  had  said  nothing  about  last  night, 
why  this  dinner,  why  his  call  to  Mary  within 
ier  earshot;  why  everything. 

Her  question  caught  him  as  he  came 
through  the  door:  "Are  you  by  any  chance 
trying  to  break  a  date  with  Mary?" 
"Yes,"  he  said,  "I  am." 
"Why?" 

If  he  made  a  careless  choice  of  words  be- 
cause the  answer  was  so  obvious,  it  was  a 
|xx>r  choice.  "I'm  tied  up  here." 

"You  certainly  arc  not  tied  up  here,"  Meg 

M.'iM-d  "As  vMin  as  you  eat  your  dinner, 
whic  h  you  are  going  to  cal  alone,  you  will 
have  absolutely  nothing  to  do  with  the  rest 
of  your  evening  hut  lake  Mary  Ernest  out." 
She  yi,\  up.  and  was  suddenly  aware  that  her 
clutching  fingers  wen-  (  hewing  up  her  napkin. 


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"Meg,"  Mark  said,  "what's  this  all 
about?" 

"Am  I  supposed  to  be  flattered  because 
you're  standing  up  another  girl  to  be  with 
me?  I'm  not  so  stupid  I  can't  see  you're 
making  a  fast  switch  from  Mary,  who  seemed 
a  good  recreational  idea  last  night,  to  me, 
who  seems  a  better  one  tonight."  She  shoul- 
dered past  him  into  the  living  room  to  get 
her  belongings. 

"Meg,"  he  said,  "I  want  to  talk  to  you." 

She  hadn't  meant  to  say  any  more,  but  he 
followed  her.  "Of  course  it's  too  smugly  con- 
venient to  have  a  date  with  me  here  instead 
of  going  to  the  backbreaking  labor  of  calling 
for  Mary  after  the  hard  day  you've  had.  Did 
it  ever  occur  to  you  that  Mary  might  have 
gone  to  considerable  trouble,  and  be  count- 
ing a  good  deal  on  you  tonight?  Of  course  not. 
Woman  are  just  an  evening's  recreation,  like 
billiards  or  bowling." 

Mark  got  himself  between  her  and  the 
door.  "Why  did  you  meet  me  at  the  Blue 
Bird  tonight?" 

"If  I  had  a  reason,  why  would  I  waste  it 
now?  " 

"Has  it  occurred  to  you  that  last  night 
wasn't  mentioned  because  I  wanted  to  for- 
get it?" 

"Of  course  you  wanted  to  forget  it.  You 
had  use  for  me  one  more  day." 

The  telephone  rang  then.  It  made  her  exit 
simpler,  rather  than  possible,  because  noth- 
ing he  could  have  argued  or  interposed 
would  have  stopped  her. 

She  drove  home  slowly  in  the  twilight  and, 
not  quite  able  to  control  her  thought  entirely, 
remembered  the  early  light  of  that  day  in  the 
garden.  It  was  as  though  the  flecks  of  that 


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^  except  with  a  poker  and  a  pair  of 
hobnailed  boots;  not  always  even 
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light  had  been  only  empty  shells  which  were 
bursting  now,  releasing  a  volatile  dark  every- 
where. It  was  going  to  be  a  night  much  like 
last  night,  hot  with  the  cloyingly  wet  air  of 
a  laundry.  She  wondered  whether  there  was 
any  chance  at  all  that  she  might  sleep,  and 
decided  with  a  sigh  that,  after  her  day-long 
nap,  there  wasn't. 

Nobody  was  at  home.  Her  mother  had  left 
a  note  about  supper  being  in  the  refrigerator 
and,  reminded  to  eat,  she  scrambled  together 
something  on  a  plate,  but  halfway  through  it 
she  quit  and  went  into  the  garden.  It  was  an 
emptied  place  now.  The  darkness  deep  as 
the  stars  had  taken  everything  into  its  murky 
solution.  All  that  was  left  of  the  roses  was  a 
faint  scent  weakening  before  the  ranker  odor 
of  the  hedge.  But  it  was  the  only  place  she 
wanted  to  be.  It  was  the  one  place  where  her 
two  selves,  the  one  that  loved  Mark  and  the 
one  that  had  just  judged  him  contemptible, 
could  exist  for  a  time  reconciled. 

She  was  dissatisfied  with  herself;  that  was 
the  point  of  their  agreement.  She  admitted  it 
now,  though  she  had  repressed  it  violently 
when  it  had  first  occurred  to  her,  almost  the 
very  minute  she  had  closed  Mark's  door  be- 
hind her.  Something  blatant  had  exulted 
then,  "You  handled  that  very  well."  Some- 
thing else  had  said  with  clipped  scorn,  "You 
fool."  Yeteven  the  self  that  condemned  Mark 
had  to  admit  that  it  was  jealousy  of  Mary 
Ernest  that  had  given  her  the  violent  com- 
prehension to  see  through  him  so  quickly. 

Her  mind  drifted  slowly  back  to  yester- 
day: "Comes  a  time  when  a  man  has  to  ask 
himself  whether  he  can  say  7  won't  be  seeing 
yon  any  more.'  If  he  can  say  it,  that's  it."  For 
the  first  time  the  words  had  meaning  to  her, 
whereas  before  they  had  had  only  impact. 
They  meant— had  to  mean,  to  be  phrased 
just  that  way— that  he  had  been  some  time 
coming  to  reach  a  decision  about  her.  Why, 
then,  had  it  gone  against  her?  Why  had  he 
been  able  to  say  that  which  he  admitted  he 
might  not  have  been  able  to  say  later? 

She  remembered  it  all:  the  first  hint  of  a 
romance  when  they  had,  hand  in  hand, 
watched  the  Fourth  of  July  fireworks  at 
Casey  Field;  the  time  he  had  kissed  her,  the 


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moon,  so  that  its  lulling  light  fell  on  her  face 
and  finally  put  her  to  sleep.  He  had  taken 
pleasure  in  all  this;  why  had  he  decided 
against  it? 

Not  the  marrying  kind?  Certainly,  he  was 
still  a  bachelor  at  nearly  thirty.  That  is  why 
she  had  been  so  sure  she  would  not  let  her- 
self fall  in  love  with  him  until  and  if  he  had 
made  some  positive,  convincing  declaration 
of  the  kind  himself.  And  she  had  been  so 
careful  not  to  seem  to  be  too  doting  about 
him.  She  had  once  or  twice  resorted  to  cor- 
rective measures  so  that  he  would  not  take 
her  for  granted.  That  had  seemed  to  her  his 
one  serious  fault:  a  habit  of  absenting  himself 
in  mood  from  her,  of  paying  her  no  particular 
attention  in  periodic  fits,  as  though  his  in- 
terest was  not  free-flowing  and  constant. 
There  was  the  time  they  had  gone  to  see  the 
Reds  play  a  Sunday-afternoon  double- 
header;  both  games  had  gone  into  extra 
innings,  twenty-three  innings  of  interminable 
baseball.  But  he  had  apologized  for  that.  He 
had  been  contrite  enough  about  her  boredom 
during  the  later  innings  of  the  nightcap  and 
the  disjointing  of  their  plans  for  the  evening. 

No,  she  could  not  put  her  finger  on  the 
significant  trifles  that  had  made  him  say 
"We're  through"  rather  than  "Let's  talk 
about  us."  They  existed.  The  self  that  loved 
him  said  so  and  accused  her  of  instigating  its 
present  miserable  separation  from  him.  She 
wanted  to  be  honest.  Here  in  the  confessional 
of  the  dark  there  was  no  comfort  in  anything 
else.  All  she  could  find  was  this:  that  while 
she  had  always  acted  well  within  her  right, 
this  meticulousness  had  somehow  established 
between  them  a  pattern  of  sporting  artifi- 
ciality, a  game  for  practiced  players.  She  was 
dissatisfied  with  everything  she  had  done 
with  him,  except  for  a  few  delicious  moments. 
It  had  been  so  momentarily  right,  so  accu- 
rate in  its  self-protection,  and  so  wholly  un- 
worthy, somehow,  of  the  gravity  of  the  way 


she  felt  about  him,  here  in  the  reprov 
loneliness  of  the  garden. 

She  had  thought  about  him  so  long  it 
not  surprise  her  at  first  that  he  was 
That  is,  the  idea  did  not  surprise  her. 
when  she  realized  it  was  Mark,  in  phys 
presence,  who  had  come  around  to  the  1 
of  the  house  and  was  standing  at  the  | 
peering  into  the  garden,  she  started. 

He  said.  "Meg?" 

"  I'm  here,"  she  said. 

"I  saw  your  living-room  light.  I  was; 
somebody  was  home  somewhere." 

Before  he  had  quite  got  to  her,  she  < 
"Did  you  have  a  good  time  with  Mary?' 
was  a  neat  tactical  question,  placing  hin 
a  certain  disadvantage  in  ensuing  con 
tion. 

"Satisfactory,"  he  said  laconically.  "I\ 
rather  more  interested  in  getting  here  1 
you  went  to  bed." 

"You  just  made  it,"  she  said. 

He  squatted  suddenly,  to  sit  on  his  he 
"I  came  to  apologize,  for  one  thing." 

"I'm  willing  to  listen  to  anything 
have  to  say,"  she  said.    This,  it  seen 
to  her,  was  a  very  satisfactory  way  to  U 
There  was  a  whole  list  of  things  that  requu 
at  the  least,  deprecatory  explanation. 

He  paused,  as  though  for  a  deep  breath 
even  a  last  one.  "Will  you  marry  me?' 
said. 

"Mark."  she  said  in  surprise  so  shan  I 
sounded  angered,  "what  kind  of  apology  I 
that?" 

"The  only  fit  one  I  can  think  of."  He  j 
half  smiling,  his  voice  easygoing  and  slov  | 
the  heavy  air.  "It's  the  alternative  to  w  j 
I  said  last  night,  which  sprang  from  thee] 
viction  that  you  were  never  going  to  love 
as  deeply  as  a  man  wants  to  be  loved,  oi  i 
you  did  you  were  never  going  to  let  it  dj 
turb  you  very  much." 

"And  all  this  has  changed  simply  becai 
I  met  you  at  the  Blue  Bird  tonight?"  , 

"Yes,"  he  said.  "I  was  struck  so  co: 
pletely  dumb  with  happiness  when  I  sawy 
there  I  behaved  without  very  much  re, 


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ferplex 


For  the  porcli  or  patio,  fc 
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the  rumpus  room,   too:  new 
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in  intriguing  stylos  and  colors 
You  11  really  go  for  llioir  smar 
appearance,  for  the  man) 
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clays  of  lazy  leisure  —  and 
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nice.  I  imagine.  I  couldn't  think  of  any 
I  her  reason  for  your  being  at  the  Blue  Bird 
lan  to  see  me,  and  that  meant  that  what  I 
i\id  last  night  was  wrong,  for  both  of  us." 
!  She  couldn't  resist  it.  that  quick  and  self- 
'-otective  maneuver.  "There  was  another 
<-ason  for  my  visit  to  the  Blue  Bird."  If  he 
!;ked  what  it  was  she  could  be  mysterious  or 
/asive. 

He  didn't  ask.  Digging  into  his  pockets,  he 
oduced  a  pipe  and  a  tobacco  pouch  and 
;;gan  to  make  up  a  smoke.  His  face  bent  to 
,ie  task,  he  said,  "My  apology  was  also  a 
bestion." 

He  made  no  move  to  light  the  pipe,  but 
bid  it  in  his  hand  forgotten,  as  he  waited  for 
fer  to  answer.  She  didn't  know  what  to  say, 
id  still  he  waited,  unmoving.  Then  sud- 

'snly  she  knew,  and  the   

cultation  of  it  pealed  BH^BBBH 
irough  her  like  the  vi- 
rations  of  a  deep-toned 
jjell.  Mark  Harrison  was 
ii  love  with  her.  A  jin- 
le  sprang  from  nowhere: 

on  tht  other  fool,  ■B^H^BH 

se  shoe  is  on  the  other  

lie  wished  she  could  see  his  face  better. 

Then  she  knew  what  to  say.  "Mark,"  she 
•aid  slowly,  a  little  sorrowfully,  "last  night 
'd  have  said  yes  quicker  than  I  could  open 
ly  mouth.  But  don't  you  realize  you  can't 
iiy  the  things  you  did  without  doing  dam- 
ge?  We'd  been  building  up  something  beau- 
iful  between  us  all  summer,  something  deli- 
ate  and  intricate,  but  fragile,  like  a  spider 
eh.  That's  all  ripped  and  torn  now.  If  you 
rant  to  try  again  to  build  up  what  we  had, 
'm  willing.  Then  in  maybe  six  months  I'll 
■nswer  your  question." 
■  He  didn't  seem  to  breathe  or  stir,  or,  for  a 
ong  moment,  to  be  alive  at  all.  He's  in  lore 
fth  me,  the  shoe's  on  the  other  foot,  she 
hought.  The  longer  he  takes  to  answer,  the 
urer  I  am. 

I  He  flicked  a  lighter  he  had  had  in  his  hand, 
the  flame  jumped  up  and  he  said,  "All 
light,"  in  a  meaningless  strangled  way,  while 


It  is  not  the  man  who  has 
too  little,  hut  the  man  who 
that  is  poor. 

— SENECA. 


he  puffed  to  light  his  pipe.  She  waited.  "All 
right."  he  said  again.  "We'll  try  that." 

He  dropped  the  lighter  in  his  pocket,  and 
puffed  coaxingly  on  the  pipe.  He'll  have  to  put 
that  pipe  away  in  a  minute,  she  thought,  if 

we're  going  to  And  then  he  began  to  walk 

away.  The  suddenness  of  it  was  disconcert- 
ing, and  then,  when  she  saw  why.  cause  for 
triumph. 

There  he  goes,  she  thought.  Let  him  go, 
leaving  the  way  I  left  last  night,  going  home  to 
the  same  kind  of  night,  to  a  bed  like  a  grill  and 
the  stale  vacancy  of  the  dark.  This  one  night 
let  him  suffer.  Just  this  one  night. 

Then  suddenly  the  coincidence  of  it  en- 
veloped her :  her  seat  in  the  pergola,  the  rank 
odor  of  the  hedge,  the  cloying  dark,  and  with 
an  intensity  that  was  the  wretchedness  of  her 
whole  night  concentrated 
^■■^■m  into  a  second,  she  saw  her- 
self coming  into  the  gar- 
den last  night. 

What  mad  thing  am  I 
doing?  she  asked  herself. 
What  suicidal  irresponsible 
thing  am  I  doing  to  myself 
and  Mark?  This  isn't  love, 
it's  self-righteousness  in  a 


it  s  vengeance 
bulldozer. 

"Mark!"  she  called  frantically.  "Mark!" 

He  turned,  and  for  a  moment  they  faced 
each  other  across  a  distance  that  had  grown 
alarmingly  between  them. 

He  has  to  take  the  first  step;  he  must,  she 
told  herself.  I've  done  all  that  I  can  be  ex- 
pected to  do. 

He  took  no  step,  only  waited.  Panic  seized 
her,  and  gave  her  a  shove,  and  she  went  to- 
ward him.  She  had  not  taken  the  first  step, 
though,  for  he  had  taken  one  at  the  same 
time,  and  they  met  halfway  between.  But  it 
was  the  knowing  that  if  going  half  the  way 
had  not  been  enough  she  would  have,  once 
started,  gone  all  the  way,  the  knowing  that 
for  the  first  time  in  her  life  here  was  some- 
thing she  felt  beyond  any  desire  to  bargain 
or  calculate  about,  that  made  her  happiest. 

THE  END 


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MARTEX 
MAGNOLIA 


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•  Beautiful,  absorbent  towels  embroidered  the 
very  spec,  ial  Martex  way  in  exclusive  Martex  designs  and  color 
eornliinations.  W  hat  a  wonderful  Springtime, 
look  they'll  give  to  your  bathroom.  Two  or  three  will 
do  the  triek,  mixed  with  sour  colored  or  while  towels.  And  being 
Marlex,  these  embroidered  beauties  will 
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Lacy  butterflies  on  pastel  linen 
are  just  right  for  your  finer 
table  settings. 


A  round  mat 

wreathed  in  sweetheart  roses 
suggests  a  party. 


By  HENRIETTA  AIL" R DOCK 

Interior  Decoration  Editor  of  the  Journal 

Here  are  six  new  ways  to  use  single  motifs  and  edgings  on  summer 
place  mats.  The  idea  is  to  crochet  leaf  and  flower  designs  and  applique 
them  onto  linen,  finishing  the  edges  with  matching  borders. 

If  you  already  crochet,  you  may  know  most  of  the  stitches,  but 
our  instruction  sheets  tell  you  how  to  join  them  to  make  the  new  and 
original  designs  photographed. 

Two  things  make  these  mats  particularly  attractive.  One  is  choos- 
ing colors  that  are  soft  rather  than  bright — try  matching  them  to 
your  china — and  the  other  is  crocheting  w  ith  fine  thread  for  a  really 
lacelike  effect.  The  finer  threads  also  allow  you  to  make  the  flowers 
and  leaf  contours  with  sharp,  gracef  ul  detail. 

For  sewing  on  the  applique,  use  eighty  or  one  hundred  thread  and 
steam-shrink  the  motifs  so  they  will  remain  flat  after  laundering. 

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Pottery  or  copper  looks  well  on  natural 
linen  edged  with  clover  leaves. 


For  really  grand  occasions  crochet  a  spray  of  graceful 
valley  lilies  to  applique  onto  white  organdy. 


rilOTON   BY   HAROLD  POWLKK 


A  daisy  place  mat  goes  with  anything  and  the  spray 
looks  well  on  either  light  or  dark  linen. 


Forget-me-nots  bordering  azure-blue  linen  make 
a  mat  that  is  both  simple  and  elegant.  - 


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.TOR* 


-Ask  the  Neighborhood 
Children -They'll  Tell  You  Where 
to  Get  Good  Service! 


Leave  it  to  the  youngsters — they  know 
the  man  to  depend  upon  to  fix  their  wagons  and 
roller  skates,  their  mechanical  trains  and  their 
doll  houses.  Youngsters  are  friendly  with  your 
local  independent  hardwareman — because  he  is 
friendly  with  them  !  .  .  .  and  you  too  will  find  him 
a  mighty  human  sort  — sympathetic  to  your 
needs,  understanding  of  your  wants.  He  is  a  part 
of  the  community  you  live  in — a  good  neighbor  — 
and  a  good  man  to  know.  You  can  trust  his  judge- 
ment and  his  wares!  Know  him  by  the  red, 
white  and  blue  irhu  shield  of  service  displayed 
on  his  store  window. 


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MOKE  lilt  AIVS  THAN 
MONEY 

(Continued  from  Page  65) 

near  the  town).  Other  industries  have  moved 
in  now,  though  coal  is  still  important,  but 
few  families  are  wealthy.  The  county  (Craw- 
ford) has  one  of  the  longest  welfare  rosters  in 
the  state. 

Rich's  father,  Harry  Isaac  Comstock,  died 
from  cerebral  hemorrhage  in  1945.  His 
mother,  Helen,  was  left  with  two  children, 
their  home,  some  savings  and  insurance.  For 
several  months  Mrs.  Comstock  worked  as  a 
cashier,  but  illness  forced  her  to  stop,  except 
for  some  sewing  she  does  at  home.  Since  then 
the  family  has  got  along  on  a  basic  income  of 
$96  a  month  from  insurance,  and  most  of  this 
terminated  on  Rich's  eighteenth  birthday. 
Alice,  the  daughter,  five  years  older  than 
Rich,  was  graduated  from  the  Washington 
University  School  of  Nursing  and  married  in 
January,  1949.  She  lives  in  St.  Louis  with  her 
husband. 

Rich  earns  about  $15  a  week  from  his 
evening  paper  route  and  early-morning  stint 
cleaning  a  dress  shop.  What  he  earns  is  his  to 
save  or  spend  as  he  pleases.  Most  of  it  he 
saves. 

A  brilliant  student  in  math  and  physics, 
he  is  determined  to  go  to  college  and  study 
chemical  or  aeronautical  engineering.  He 
has  a  chance  to  get  some  help  by  winning  a 
Summerfield  Scholarship,  awarded  yearly, 
through  competitive  examinations  plus  other 
qualifications,  to  some  twenty  boys  from  the 
entire  state;  but  he  isn't  counting  on  it.  His 
cousin  took  the  examination  and  said,  "  It 
was  just  plain  rough."  Rich  faces  the  fact 
that  there  are  many  more  bright  boys  who 
need  money  to  get  through  college  than  there 
are  funds  to  help  them.  An  engineer's  basic 
education  these  days  costs  from  $6000  to 
$  10,000 ;  a  generation  ago  it  was  commonplace 
for  a  student  to  "work  his  way."  Now  it  is 
next  to  impossible. 

But  Rich  is  determined  to  graduate 
from  an  engineering  school,  and  being  Rich- 
ard Comstock,  he  will  probably  manage  it — 
somehow. 

For,  in  more  ways  than  one,  Richard  is  a 
fabulously  wealthy  young  man.  He  is  a 
student  leader  at  Pittsburg  High  School,  a 
model-airplane  builder,  a  former  boy  scout, 
a  DeMolay,  an  accomplished  musician  (he 
plays  the  violin,  tuba,  timpani  and  the  har- 
monica) ;  he  is  president  of  the  student  coun- 
cil, vice-president  and  former  president  of 
the  Hi-Y,  president  of  the  Kansas  Junior 
Academy  of  Science  and  president  of  the 
Westminster  Fellowship  of  the  Presbyterian 
church,  of  which  he  is  a  "going  member." 
He  is  unusually  intelligent,  handsome, 
healthy,  personable  and  he  has  a  faith.  He 
has  almost  everything  that  money  can't  buy. 

Even  in  the  material  sense,  in  spite  of  low 
income,  the  Comstocks  are  not  poor.  Public- 
welfare  aid  would  seem  fantastic  to  them  if 
anyone  were  so  misguided  as  to  offer  it.  Their 
attractive  home  and  furniture  would  prob- 
ably be  worth  more  than  $10,000  on  any  big» 
city  market.  Richard  has  bought  all  his 
own  clothes  for  years  and  they  are  as  good  as 
any  boy  would  want.  His  mother  says  he 
eats  not  exactly  like  a  horse,  but  certainly 
nearly  as  much,  favoring  Kansas  sirloin, 
medium-rare.  The  small  motorcycle,  which 
he  bought  new  three  years  ago,  cost  $250.  It 
will  do  over  100  miles  to  the  gallon  of  gas, 
and  since  he  makes  most  repairs  on  it  him- 
self, Rich  figures  it  costs  him  27c  a  week  to 
run  it.  He  dates  and  takes  in  all  the  school 
functions  and  many  of  the  social  affairs, 
generally  thought  to  "cost  money." 

Rich  has  reason  to  hope  that  he  will  have 
saved  almost  $1(XX)  toward  his  college  edu- 
cation by  September,  1950.  1  lis  estimate  of 
what  he  will  earn  after  having  obtained  a 
(kgros  in  engineering  is  modest  and  real- 
istic $150  to  $2(X)  a  month  to  start  and 
perhaps  $.'5000  a  year  by  the  time  he 
is  25. 

"  I  like  material  things  ;im<r  house,  a  good 
car,  and  all  that,"  Rich  said,  "but  if  you 
don't  have  happiness,  you  don't  have  muc  h." 


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and  nervousness 
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p«ftion  of  younger  men.  But  my 
Etor  put  the  blame  on  'coffee 
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The  motto  in  Welsh  on  the  coat  of  arms  of 
his  ancestors,  the  Comstocks  in  England,  is 
"Not  wealth  but  contentment." 

Rich's  minister,  handsome,  dignified  Rev. 
Wallace  Faris,  would  like  to  find  a  simple 
way  of  giving  young  people  a  true  sense  of 
values,  to  tell  them  how  to  gain  knowledge 
and  still  not  be  "wise  guys,"  how  to  live  by 
Christian  principles  and  still  be  popular,  but 
he  believes  it  is  a  different  problem  for  each 
person,  with  many  angles.  The  kids  agree  it's 
a  neat  trick  if  you  can  do  it.  Rich  does  it.  He 
doesn't  say  exactly  how  and  few  people  seem 
to  know. 

"Rich?"  a  fellow  paper  carrier  said. 
"What's  he  done?  He's  just  a  regular  guy." 
"Yeah,  he  always  was  smart — smart  and  a 
good  kid,"  said  the  young  mechanic  with 
whom  Rich  shares  a  school  locker.  "Never 
thought  much  about  it,  though."  "He's  a 
pretty  good  necker,  I  hear,"  one  boy  said, 
scratching  his  head  to  think  of  something 
embarrassing  on  Rich.  "One  time  on  a  hay- 
rack ride,  he  broke  up  a  perfectly  beautiful 
silence  by  saying,  'It's  so  darn  dark  out 
here  you  can't  tell  whether  you're  necking  a 
boy  or  a  girl.'"  Another  boy  defended  him: 
"I  don't  believe  Rich  would  say  a  thing  like 
that.  It  never  gets  that  dark  in  Kansas ! " 

Richard  does  get  along  well  with  girls, 
without  especially  trying.  He  is  an  excellent 
dancer.  He  has  had  dates,  now  and  then, 
since  early  in  junior  high  school,  where  he 
won  a  letter  for  track,  but  he  is  playing  no 
favorites  at  the  moment.  The  girls  can't  un- 
derstand this.  They  can't,  in  fact,  understand 
Rich,  except  to  say  that  he  is  a  perfect  gen- 
tleman, but  not  loo  perfect.  "He  just  acts 
natural."  "He's  too  serious."  "He's  the  kind 
of  boy  you  are  proud  to  introduce  to  your 
mother,"  one  girl  said,  then  added  thought- 


^  When  I  have  one  foot  in  the  grave 
^  I  will  tell  the  truth  about  women. 
I  shall  tell  it,  jump  into  my  coffin, 
pull  the  li<l  over  me,  and  say,  "Do 
what  you  like  now."  —TOLSTOY. 


fully,  "and  he  is  satisfactory  in  other  ways 
too."  ''He  would  get  to  his  feet  every  time 
I  got  up  to  change  a  record.  He  stood  up 
every  time  our  housekeeper  passed  through 
the  room — it  got  to  be  embarrassing,  but  it 
was  nice."  Two  high-school  girls  taught  him 
to  drive  a  car  and  found  him  an  apt  but 
amusingly  cautious  pupil.  He  stopped  half 
a  block  away  from  every  stop  sign.  They 
agree  he  would  make  a  passionate  lover, 
though.  "He'll  concentrate  all  his  love 
on  one,"  mused  one  blonde  with  a  sweet 
smile — "lucky  girl!"  One  girl  whom  he  has 
stopped  dating  (with  no  explanation),  after 
"going  steady"  for  over  a  year,  smolders 
cheerfully  with  no  ill  will.  "He's  my  ideal," 
she  said. 

Even  the  minister's  wife.  Elizabeth,  who 
works  a  great  deal  with  the  young  people  in 
their  church,  says  this  is  "a  neat  trick,"  but 
she  doesn't  know  how  Rich  does  it.  She 
thinks  she  does  know  what  is  wrong  with  the 
girls'  technique.  They  pamper  him  and  they 
are  too  possessive.  They  vie  to  feed  him  cake 
and  pie  when  he  stops  to  deliver  the  news- 
paper. "Rich  is  so  normal,"  Mrs.  Faris  said. 
"  It's  a  great  problem — how  to  make  healthy 
normalcy  attractive  to  kids.  Usually  it's 
neither  dramatic  nor  especially  exciting." 
Rich  admires  the  Rev.  Mr.  Faris.  but  is  by  no 
means  chummy  with  him.  Rich  is  not  the 
chummy  type.  In  spite  of  his  popularity,  he 
has  few  close  friends  among  the  high-school 
students  and  few,  if  any,  enemies.  "He  likes 
social  approval,"  one  teacher  said,  "but  lie 
does  not  depend  on  it."  His  math  teacher, 
who  rates  Rich  among  her  ten  most  able 
seniors  in  almost  a  quarter  century  of  teach- 
ing, says  his  mind  does  not  jump  spectacu- 
larly, but  works  slowly  and  logically  toward 
correct  answers.  "He's  a  balance  wheel," 
Principal  John  England  said.  "A  utility," 
said  the  school  music  director.  "He  fits  in 
anywhere." 

But  no  one  says  Richard  is  "average." 
His  teachers  know  from  his  grades  and  com- 
paring I.Q.'s  that  he  is  far  above  average. 


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He  just  doesn't  have  the  neuroses  popu- 
larly but  erroneously  associated  with  high 
intelligence. 

Rich's  own  explanation  of  his  successes 
(and  he  thinks  they  do  not  amount  to  much) 
is  in  terms  of  details,  rather  than  generaliza- 
tions. Until  his  senior  year  he  said  he  didn't 
do  anything  but  study  "and  not  too  much 
of  that."  As  a  delegate  to  the  Kansas  Boys' 
State  in  Wichita,  sponsored  by  the  Amer- 
ican Legion,  he  learned  something  about 
practical  politics.  He  decided  to  get  in  the 
race  for  student-council  president,  "because 
if  you  don't  take  hold  and  do  some  things, 
you'll  never  get  anywhere."  The  boys  say 
the  big  feature  of  his  campaign  was  his  pleas- 
ant individual  solicitation — "he  worked  at 
it."  Another  was  a  twelve-foot  sign,  bigger 
than  any  of  the  others,  which  he  made  and 
placed  in  the  hall :  VOTE  COMSTOCK  FOR 
STUDENT  PREXY.  "  I  didn't  think  I  had  a 
chance."  he  said,  but  he  went  into  it  for  all 
he  was  worth  just  the  same.  The  students 
remember  particularly  one  campaign  speech 
he  made  in  assembly.  He  told  them,  with 
deep  seriousness  and  a  dramatic  thump  on 
the  rostrum,  "You  want  a  student-council 
president  who  thinks  he  can  do  the  job  and 
I  know  I  can  do  the  job."  This  was  so  un- 
like Richard  the  students  gaped  in  astonish- 
ment. He  provided  several  of  his  supporters 
with  T-shirts  with  VOTE  COMSTOCK 
across  the  front  and  wore  one  himself.  He 
won  by  a  margin  of  only  six  votes,  but  every- 
body was  happy,  including  the  rival  candi- 
dates. After  the  election  he  wore  another 
T-shirt  bearing  the  word,  THANKS. 

The  way  to  be  good  in  mathematics,  Rich- 
ard says,  is  to  like  it.  "I'm  not  too  good  at  it, 
but  I  like  it.  It  gives  me  satisfaction,  and  I 
know  to  study  engineering  I've  got  to  have 
it."  Richard  spoke  for  forty-five  minutes  in 
physics  class,  with  scarcely  a  pause  for 
breath,  on  the  subject  of  jet  engines.  "I 
didn't  do  much  of  a  job  of  it,"  he  said.  On 
National  Young  People's  Day  in  his  church 
he  spoke  during  the  church  service  and  later 
presided  with  dignity  and  aplomb  at  a  din- 
ner with  parents  as  guests.  "  I  was  nervous," 
he  confided  to  a  friend.  His  is  an  unusual 
combination  cf  self-confidence  and  self- 
deprecation  that  adds  up  to  neither  modesty 
nor  conceit. 

Richard  so  far  has  had  no  difficulty  in  recon- 
ciling conventional  religious  faith  with  his 
scientific  knowledge.  To  him,  as  to  people  he 
accepts  as  wiser  than  he,  there  is  no  conflict. 
He  believes  in  God— "stem,  forgiving  per- 
haps, powerful."  The  world  was  created  in 
seven  days  or  "maybe  seven  billion  years, 
as  we  measure  time."  Rich  does  pray  alone 
at  times,  for  his  own  reasons,  and  because  he 
believes  that  faith  helps  him  to  straighten 
things  out.  To  him  "the  Bible  is  a  hard  book 
to  understand.  I  don't  read  it  as  much  as  I 
should.  But  I  read  and  believe  the  New  Tes- 
tament." He  attends  church  regularly,  al- 
though his  mother  does  not,  and  sings  in  the 
choir.  He  believes  a  person  can  be  religious 
without  attending,  but  "the  church  is  the 
social  symbol  of  religion — you  can't  do  much 
unless  you  work  with  people."  He  expects  to 
keep  the  faith  he  has  all  through  life— "that 
is.  I  expect  to.  now." 

People  like  Rich  apparently  not  so  much 
for  what  he  does  as  for  what  he  does  not  do. 
He  is  tolerant  in  crowds  where  smoking  and 
drinking  go  on,  but  squirms  unhappily 
when  boys  tell  risque  stories  in  the  presence 
of  girls.  He  uses  profanity  so  rarely  it  comes 
as  a  shock  to  his  listeners.  The  most  he  could 
manage  when  a  beautiful  controlled  airplane, 
on  which  he  had  labored  many  hours,  nose- 
dived and  crashed  was,  "Oh.  darnit."  He 
doesn't  argue  with  anybody.  "He  will  ex- 
press an  opinion,  but  he  doesn't  try  to  con- 
vince you.  He  will  listen  to  your  side,  but  it's 
hard  to  convince  him  of  anything.  He's  going 
his  way,  anyhow."  Rich  does  not  have  a  wit 
that  bites.  He  does  not  engage  in  the  national 
pastime  of  casting  barbed  wisecracks  at 
other  people.  He  laughs  easily  with  others, 
but  his  own  jokes,  like  his  scluxdwork,  sel- 
dom show  originality.  One  line  of  Richard's, 
which  the  girls  remember,  is  an  answer  to 
"What  time  is  it?"  which  he  picked  up  from 
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answer:  "I  am  deeply  embarrassed  and 
greatly  humiliated  that  due  to  unforeseen 
circumstances  beyond  my  control  the  inner 
workings  and  hidden  mechanism  of  my 
chronometer  are  in  such  inaccord  with  the 
great  sidereal  movement  by  which  time  is 
commonly  reckoned  that  I  cannot  with  any 
degree  of  accuracy  state  the  correct  time." 
He  carries  a  chemistry  handbook  around 
with  him  at  school  and  likes  to  quote  chem- 
ical terms  as  a  kind  of  humor. 

Rich  is  mainly  interested  in  what  makes 
things,  not  people,  tick.  Like  many  high- 
school  students  in  the  Middle  West,  he  has 
not  thought  deeply  about  world  government, 
war  and  peace,  or  the  use  of  the  hydrogen 
bomb  (although  he  would  like  to  know  how 
it  could  be  built).  He  doesn't  think  highly 
of  anyone  who  refuses  to  fight  for  his  country 
because  of  religious  or  personal  convictions. 
'  You  ought  to  fight  for  your  country — we'd 
have  been  in  a  mess  if  everybody  had  de- 
cided not  to."  He  seems  concerned  very  lit- 
tle about  the  mess  we  are  now  in.  He  reads 
not  for  pleasure  or  stimulation,  but  chiefly 
for  information — books  on  jet  and  rocket 
engines,  Engineering  Preview  (which  he  has 
had  out  of  the  library  seven  times),  The 
Story  of  Mathematics,  Creative  Chemistry, 
and  so  on.  He  reads  the  local  and  Kansas 
City  newspapers,  Popular  Mechanics,  Pop- 

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In  the  cold  green  hours  I  walk  apart 
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thin  heart: 
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back 

All  dead-still  night  for  a  sounding 
track. 


In  the  roseate  hours  we  walk 

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Gentle,  capricious  in  young  May 

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Children's  Size  Tablets 


ular  Science,  Science  Illustrated  ande  to 
Saturday  Evening  Post.  A  man  of  scier  h  as 
knows  and  cares  little  about  the  v  fym 
great  literature,  other  than  the  Bit  to 
music  he  is  more  learned,  his  taste 
ning  to  popular  classics,  such  as  P  an- 
Korsakov's  Scheherazade,  and  Tchaikc  ;ren 
symphonies.  ties. 

Rich  is  of  the  eleventh  generation  o  >s  in 
stocks  in  America.  One  of  his  fo  ,ther 
was  Henry  Thompkins  Paide  Cor  r  re- 
of  the  famous  Comstock  Lode.  His  >sive 
credits  heredity  for  any  special  tal  ;ita- 
has.  She  knows  that  his  father  and  e  in- 
father  had  wise  and  gentle  ways  and  s  hich 
she  hasn't  done  anything.  She  believ 
home  training  has  the  greatest  influenow- 
a  child  before  he  is  seven  years  old.  I  'nts, 
are  not  growing  the  way  you  want  th  -  an 
then,  they  likely  never  will— all  a  mothtare 
do  after  that  is  "work,  hope  and  pray." 
was  baptized  when  he  was  15  months  olo  -al 
started  to  Sunday  school  when  he  was  tl  m 
but  since  he  has  been  old  enough  to  ha\  i- 
choice  she  has  never  forced  him  to  atte*- 
She  frequently  encourages  him  to  stay  hoi 
and  sleep  late  on  Sunday  mornings  "wh- 
he  begins  to  get  blue  under  the  eyes."  St, 
thinks  children  should  be  given  responsibil 
ties  and  jobs  around  the  house  at  an  earl, 
age  (but  she  still  has  to  remind  Rich  to  tak  * 
out  the  ashes).  On  a  recent  trip  to  St.  Louif 
she  was  careful  to  let  him  manage  the  train 
tickets,  taxis  and  tipping. 

Other  than  that  she  has  no  rules,  but  she 
"certainly  would  have  if  they  were  needed." 
Rich  goes  out  as  many  evenings  as  he  pleases  | 


One  tablet  equals 
full  dosage! 


Each  tablet  is  the  "half  an 
aspirin"  your  doctor 
often  prescribes  for  children, 
because  each  contains 
half  the  amount  of  regular 
size  Bayer  Aspirin.  Thus 
you  need  give  only  one 
to  provide  full  dosage. 


an't  be  mistaken 
for  candy! 


Children's  Size  Bayer  Aspirin  is 
uncolored  and  unflavored. 
Therefore  you  needn't  worry 
about  your  children 
mistaking  it  for  candy. 


Can  be  used 
with  confidence! 

These  tablets  are  genuine 
Bayer  Aspirin.  And 
Bayer  Aspirin's  single 
active  ingredient  is  so 
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children!  30  tablets, 
only  25s'-. 


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and  stays  out  as  long  as  he  pleases,  but  it 
doesn't  please  him  to  stay  out  very  late. 
He's  too  tired.  He  has  been  to  at  least  one  all- 
night  party.  When  he  was  a  little  boy,  her 
most  successful  method  of  disciplining  him 
was  by  washing  his  face  in  warm  water.  That 
always  quieted  him,  she  said. 

His  interest  in  airplanes  and  music  began 
early.  Using  orange  crates  for  material,  he 
constructed  a  large  airplane  in  their  back  yard 
when  he  was  five.  It  made  the  yard  look  like 
a  trash  heap,  but  it  was  a  wonderful  plane,  as 
his  mother,  or  any  tolerant  observer,  could 
plainly  see.  The  violin  belonged  to  his  father 
and  a  music  teacher  interested  him  in  taking 
lessons  when  he  was  in  grade  school.  Al- 
though Mrs.  Comstock  plays  the  piano  well, 
she  was  not  enthusiastic  about  spending 
money  for  Richard's  private  lessons,  and 
they  were  discontinued  when  Richard  had  to 
pay  for  them  with  his  own  money.  He  still 
plays  excellently,  but  has  no  desire  to  make 
music  a  career.  Mrs.  Comstock  trusts  him  to 
use  good  sense  in  operating  his  motorcycle— 
a  boy  was  recently  killed  on  one  in  Pittsburg. 
They  do  not  have  a  car  and  "it's  a  way  for 
Rich  to  get  around."  He  rode  it  the  thirty- 
five  miles  to  Parsons,  Kansas,  to  see  the  Free- 
dom Train  and  he  has  taken  girls  for  rides 
on  it. 

But  the  apparently  loose  reins  Mrs.  Com- 
stock holds  on  Rich  are  in  firm  and  capable 
hands.  As  it  is  for  all  mothers,  the  process  of 
recognizing  her  son  as  an  independent  young 
man  rather  than  a  dependent  little  boy  is 
1  hard  for  her.  Her  influence  over  his  minor 
'  decisions  is  so  overwhelmingly  strong  that 
he  has  little  choice  in  some  matters.  "  Mother 
a'is  independent,"  Rich  said,  smiling.  Mrs. 
,  Comstock  is  aware  that  their  mother-son  re- 
lationship is  now  in  transition.  "When  he 
goes  to  college,  he'll  probably  never  come 
P  >ack  to  me.  He'll  graduate  and  marry  some 
,Rttle  girl.  I'll  never  stand  in  his  way."  She  is 
'°ie  sort  of  attractive,  intelligent  young 
,  abther  that  a  son  would  be  proud  to  have  as 
e  Companion,  but  Richard  is  not  a  "mam- 
ma's boy."  Mrs.  Comstock  anticipates  it  will 
ner  far  more  painful  for  her  to  be  away  from 
e  Si  than  it  will  be  for  him  to  be  away  from 
j°m but  "as  your  children  grow  up,  the  world 
Prens  just  a  bit  more."  She  expects  to  enjoy 
nor  Siriously  the  experiences  Rich  will  have 
r  he  leaves  home  and  fill  her  life  with  her 


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f?ce£  any  listing  of  the  many  factors  which 
r^e    e  made  Rich  the  boy  he  is,  his  mother,  if 
haps,  a(j  t0  heredity,  would  come  at  the  top. 
seven  jQSS  Qj  njg  fatner>  just  at  the  age  when  a 
as  we 's  companionship  would  have  been  most 
at  tim'ed,  gave  him  an  additional  feeling  of  re- 
^.     isibility  for  his  mother  and  brought  more 
g£kly  to  mature  partnership  what  might 
*°  UI?fe  been  merely  mother  domination.  The 
Shtened  small-town  environment,  with 
amenively  low-cost  living  and  traditional 
thoughtjan  ethics>  narrowed  the  path  he  had 
in  Mow  and  made  him  little  different  from 
wlt  °U'chest  boy  in  town.  A  superior  and  un- 
social s^ecj  j^gj^  gchooi,  with  many  excellent 
unless  jers  (more  than  half  have  master's  de- 
keep  UN  macje  study  interesting  and  challeng- 
is,  1  ex{Q  him  Kansas  state  Teachers  College, 
°ped  in  the  south  part  of  town,  while  not 
|9r  wna^cted  with  Pittsburg  High  School,  con- 
is.t(tes  much  to  the  general  love  of  music 
drinkinintellectual  life  in  the  locality.  Finally, 
f  .n  Vs  religious  faith,  accepted  since  earliest 
gir|dhood,  and  developed  with  dignity  and 
as  a  srraint^  nag  gjven  him  ballast  to  ride  with 
manaisual  serenity  the  troubled  waters  of 
"?  wolescence. 

*rvecRich's  own  "inner  workings  and  hidden 

sechanism,"  while  still  mysterious,  are  in 

pres.scord  with  the  sidereal  movement  in  Kan- 

^inSs — conservative,  Christian  individualism, 

.Nationalistic,  patriotic,  hospitable,  courteous 
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'and  kind  .  .  .  "honor  thy  father  and  thy 
"mother"  .  .  .  "trust  in  God  and  keep  your 
p?  powder  dry."  But  the  times  are  changing  in 
Kansas  as  elsewhere,  and  boys  like  Richard 
give  the  impression  that  the  next  generation, 
if  not  ready-made  world  citizens,  will  be 
wiser,  stronger  and  abler  than  their  parents 
to  meet  the  challenge  of  human  destiny  and' 
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Big  brother  or  little  brother— his  position  in  the  family 
will  affect  his  emotional  and  psychological  development. 


Personality  Differences 
and  Order  of  Birth 

ttu  ##r.  Herman  .V.  ttundvnvn 

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It  UENTLY,  I  have  heard  mothers 
■  urn  with  wonder  about  the  differ- 
eijjs  in  behavior  and  temperament  be- 
enheir  own  children.  "I  can't  under- 
idjhy  Jack  is  so  different  from  Sally," 
lofr  may  say  to  me.  "After  all,  they 
t  kh  had  exactly  the  same  upbring- 
!"1 

nwiably,  my  response  surprises  these 
th«.  "Nonsense,"  I  say,  "Sally  and 
k  ve  been  raised  in  entirely  different 
iraments." 

mothers  think  that  my  remark 
)li(  that  one  or  another  child  has  been 
itq  as  a  favorite.  Indignantly,  they 
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M/be  not,"  I  explain,  "but  you  over- 
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imagine  any  difference  in  environment  that 
could  be  more  important  than  that!" 

Usually,  this  is  a  thought  that  has  never 
occurred  to  the  mother  before.  Yet  a  mo- 
ment's reflection  quickly  shows  how  much 
position  in  the  family  may  mean  to  the  in- 
dividual child  in  terms  of  emotional  and 
psychological  development. 

Of  course,  there  are  many  factors  of  both 
constitution  and  environment  that  contrib- 
ute to  the  child's  total  personality.  A  child 
may,  for  example,  have  the  misfortune  to 
be  born  with  a  physical  deformity,  such  as 
a  clubfoot,  which  later  on  may  make  him 
self-conscious  and  shy,  and  inclined  to 
isolate  himself  from  other  children. 

Sensitivity  of  the  nervous  system  is  an- 
other inborn  factor  which  makes  children 
differ  from  each  other  in  their  personalities. 
Even  newborn  infants  show  differences  in 
sensitivity  to  pain,  temperature  and  other 
stimulation.  Some  are  sluggish  in  their  re- 
sponses while  others  are  irritable,  explosive 
and  quick  to  react  to  handling  and  excita- 
tion. Children  differ,  too,  in  their  native  in- 
telligence, and  this  is  another  factor  which 
influences  the  total  personality. 

In  any  evaluation  of  these  factors,  how- 
ever, the  child's  relationship  to  parents, 
brothers  and  sisters  must  obviously  have  an 
important  place,  and  these  relationships  are 
often  affected  by  the  order  of  birth. 

To  illustrate  this,  let  us  take  a  typical 
small-family  situation  and  see  how  position 
may  affect  the  various  factors  that  influ- 
ence personality  and  growth.  Our  hypo- 
thetical family  has  two  sons,  Donald  and 
David.  At  the  time  we  make  their  acquaint- 
ance, Donald  is  five  years  old  and  David  is 
just  two. 

Already  the  difference  in  their  environ- 
ment, or  position  in  the  family,  has  made  its 
influence  felt  on  these  children.  When 
David  was  born,  his  parents  were  aware  of 
the  threat  to  Donald's  sense  of  security  that 
might  easily  develop  if  too  much  attention 
were  to  be  focused  on  the  new  baby.  To 
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their  love  for  Donald  was  undiminished. 
Even  under  these  circumstances,  certain 
effects  of  the  situation  are  unavoidable.  As 
the  mother's  time  is  now  necessarily  divided 
between  her  two  children,  the  older  child  is 
thrown  more  on  his  own  resources  than 
would  otherwise  be  the  case.  This  circum- 
stance may  lead  to  earlier  development  as 
an  independent  personality,  or  it  may  cause 
the  child  to  withdraw  from  social  contacts 
and  result  in  shyness. 

Now  let  us  move  ahead  and  look  at  Donald 
and  David  at  the  ages  of  eleven  and  eight 
years.  Donald  is  affable,  talkative  and 
social.  He  is  a  Cub  Scout  and  a  member  of 
the  school  band ;  he  loves  football  and  base- 
ball; he  is  always  with  a  crowd.  Donald  is 
alert  mentally  and  gets  top  marks  at  school 
without  exerting  himself. 

David  is  different  in  every  respect — 
partly  because  of  a  different  combination  of 
hereditary  factors,  of  course,  but  also  to  an 
extent  because  of  their  different  environ- 
ments. He  is  quiet,  with  a  natural  reserve  of 
manner  that  is  unusual  for  a  child  of  his  age. 
He  hasn't  joined  the  Cub  Scouts,  and,  al- 
though he  enjoys  his  music,  he  hasn't  shown 
any  desire  to  be  in  the  band.  He  performs 
acceptably  at  sports  but  doesn't  especially 
care  for  them,  and  he  works  hard  at  his 
lessons  to  get  good  grades. 

Neighbors  are  likely  to  remark  that  Donald 
takes  after  his  father,  who  is  talkative  and 
aggressive,  and  David  resembles  his  mother, 
who  is  quiet.  Actually,  much  of  the  differ- 
ence between  them  may  emerge  directly 
from  their  different  places  in  the  family. 

Donald's  assertiveness  and  good  social 
adjustment  had  its  roots  in  the  fact  that 
when  the  new  baby  arrived,  the  parents 
were  careful  to  show  him  that  they  loved 
both  children  equally.  This  gave  Donald  a 
feeling  of  security  that  helped  him  to  develop 
self-esteem,  self-reliance  and  independence. 

David's  placidity  commenced  in  baby- 
hood too — with  a  mother  who  was  busier 
but  more  relaxed  and  surer  of  herself  and 
thus  less  likely  to  fuss  and  worry  over  the 
baby.  This  does  not  explain  altogether,  how- 
ever, why  David  is  quiet  and  reserved,  has 
solitary  interests,  and  strives  for  unusual 
achievement  in  school.  Perhaps  he  is  phys- 
ically frail,  or  a  sensitive  child  who  lacks  the 
strength  to  drive  to  compete  with  others. 

In  another  family,  a  different  result  might 
be  noted;  for  example,  the  second  or  third 
or  a  later  child  is  sometimes  subconsciously 
resented  by  the  mother  as  an  intrusion  on 
her  freedom,  and  the  child  may  respond  to 
this  feeling  by  developing  an  aggressive  or 
even  hostile  personality. 

Since  Donald  was  assertive  to  begin  with, 
and  has  the  added  advantage  of  age  and 


May,  i< 

size,  as  their  association  together  develo1 
David  naturally  becomes  accustomed  to  i 
maining  quiet  and  "going  along"  wi' 
Donald's  plans  and  projects— a  pattern* 
activity  which  accentuates  the  differer 
between  them.  As  Donald  has  moved  alo 
into  school,  scout  and  athletic  activities,  a 
excelled  in  all  of  them,  David's  inclinati 
has  been  to  turn  away  from  these  same  art 
and  thus  avoid  the  direct  comparison  a! 
competition  which  leaves  him  always  in 
inferior  position.  Over  the  years,  these  se 
arate  approaches  to  life  have  naturally  pi 
duced  widely  different  personalities. 

When  third  and  fourth  children  coi 
along,  and  when  the  sexes  are  mixc 
the  environmental  differences  may  not  I 
quite  so  obvious  or  dramatic  as  in  the  ca 
of  Donald  and  David,  but  they  exist  new 
theless  and  are  an  important  factor  in  t 
child's  whole  development. 

Here  again,  these  influences  may  ha 
different  results  in  different  families  and 
varying  cultural  backgrounds.  The  young( 
child  in  a  large  farm  family  may  respoi 
to  his  situation  by  becoming  independe 
and  mature  at  an  earlier  age  than  did  I 
brothers  and  sisters,  whereas  the  youngi 
in  a  city  family  in  comfortable  economic  t 
cumstances  is  often  pampered  or  spoiled  to 
extent  which  delays  maturity. 

Parents  can  prevent  their  child  from  bei 
pampered  and  spoiled  by  guarding  agaii 
overprotection  of  him.  They  should  pen 
him  to  do  things  for  himself  as  soon  as  ht ' 
ready,  so  that  he  feels  no  threat  or  anxit 
in  new  situations,  and  no  need  to  resort 
temper  tantrums  to  satisfy  his  wishes. 

As  I  have  observed  them  in  hundreds 
families,  all  these  results  of  environment 
differences  do  not  necessarily  mean  that  o 
child  is  "weak"  and  another  is  "strong." 
is  not  correct  to  think  that  an  assertive  chi' 
is  either  better  or  worse  than  a  retiring  chiii 
but  it  is  important  for  parents  to  understail 
that  there  are  causes  for  these  differences, 
they  will  not  make  the  mistake  of  pushiii 
David  into  situations  where  Donald  woui 
shine  but  where  David  would  be  miserab  | 
or  of  trying  to  force  Donald  to  be  "  quiet  ai 
polite"  in  the  same  way  that  David  is. 

A  child's  position  in  the  family  is  an  it! 
portant  aspect  of  the  world  in  which  he  grovi 
up.  Just  as  good  parents  must  study  ai: 
understand  the  neighborhood,  the  schc' 
and  the  community,  they  must  study  ai 
understand  this  particular  aspect  of  tl« 
child's  world.  I  sometimes  get  impatient  wi  | 
parents  who  boast  that  they  "treat  all  tlj 
children  exactly  alike."  No  two  children  rj 
quire  exactly  the  same  treatment;  wi  J 
parents  must  know  the  different  needs 
each  child — and  act  accordingly. 


SEWS  ABOUT  f  IILDUI 


Ity  Irmii  Kimonlon  lllark 


r~pEN  years  after  studying  180  adopted 
J.  children  and  their  foster  parents  (and 
in  some  cases  the  actual  parents  as  well ) ,  Drs. 
Marie  Skodak  and  Harold  M.  Skeels  gave 
another  series  of  four  mental  tests  to  100 
of  the  original  group  (Journal  of  Genetic 
Psychology,  Vol.  75,  p.  85).  It  took  a  jaunt 
of  12,000  miles  to  round  them  all  up. 

The  foster  parents  in  this  group  were  well 
above  average  in  education  and  economic 
status,  while  the  actual  parents  were  well  be- 
low. The  original  study  was  a  headliner  in 
child  psychology  because  it  seemed  to  indi- 
cate that  adopted  children  resemble  their 
foster  parents  in  intelligence  more  than  they 
do  their  true  parents. 

What  are  the  findings  after  ten  years?  The 
authors  found  their  group  still  definitely 
above  average  in  mental  development.  In  63 
cases  where  comparisons  were  available  the 
children  were  substantially  superior  to  their 
actual  mothers  on  tests  (an  average  of  20 
points).  The  100  children,  now  11  to  Hi  years 
did,  have  reached  a  level  of  intelligence  much 
highei  than  could  have  been  predicted  from 
the  known  facts  about  their  origin. 

I  hese  findings  offer  a  |x>int  in  favor  of 

those  psychologists  who  believe  environment 
can  affect  intelligence  or  at  lca«t  favor  dc- 
velopmenl  of  a  given  amount  to  the  fullest 


extent.  They  are  also  an  argument  for  ear 
placement  of  adopted  children  in  good  honv 

Reading  difficulties  these  days  are  frequei 
enough  to  be  of  genuine  concern  to  parent 
Two  separate  studies  indicate  that  langui 
ability  and  reading  ability  are  so  intimate 
connected  as  to  suggest  that  the  first  may 
a  cause  of  the  second. 

In  Education  (Vol.  69,  p.  567)  Dr.  Gertru< 
Hildreth  suggests  that  better  speech  habi 
should  be  considered  a  part  of  learning  i 
read.  She  reviews  a  number  of  cases,  amoi 
them  a  boy  whose  reading  difficulties  we 
greatly  lessened  by  getting  him  to  tell  stori 
about  his  own  life.  These  were  recorde 
typed  and  given  to  him  as  reading  lessor 
At  the  same  time  he  was  helped  to  increa 
his  spoken  vocabulary. 

The  second  study,  by  Jeannette  G.  Yec1 
nack  (Journal  of  Genetic  Psychology,  Vol.7 
p.  2'At,  offers  statistical  proof  that  childrt 
with  language  defects  are  definitely  mferii 
in  reading  to  children  with  normal  spceC 
I  loth  authors  suggest  thai  parents  and  lead 
crs,  instead  of  rushing  into  reading  lesson 
might  be  of  gre&tef  assistance  by  encouragii 
fluent  speech  and  good  vocabulary  throuf 
stones,  disc  ussions  and  similar  cxpericnc 
with  s|K)ken  language.  TIIK  KIN 


■"Date  it 
Easy" 


Jtkest,  cheerfulesl  treat  of  the 
ncaing  is  Kellogg's  Corn  Flakes  with 
)a:nas.  And  a  splendid  main  dish! 
.  or  those  sweet  flakes  of  nourishing 
■Tgive  whole-kernel  richness  in 
raable  iron,  thiamine  and  niacin. 
JPia  milk  and  fruit,  fine  nourishment! 

•lake  up,  teen- 
ig's!"  says  Betty  £ 
Btz,  columnist  tol 
y<  ng  Americans, 
'Sipping  breakfast j 
ia  sink  you  low. 
Ki  w  a  breakfast  dish 1 
th  really  can  send  you?  Kellogg's 
Go  Flakes!  It's  swell  for  the  morn- 
iniDUsh!" 

Hamburger  hint,  from 
Mrs.  Regina  Frisbie — 
Home  Economics 
Head  at  Kellogg's— 
and  mother  of  3  small 
hamburger  fans.  "Just 
crush  2  cups  Kellogg's 
i;n  Flakes.  Combine  with  1  lb. 
■jjmdbeef,  %  cup  milk,  l^tsp.  salt, 
«isp.  pepper.  Shape  into  6  patties 
m  panbroil.  The  Corn  Flakes  give 
■or-lift . .  .  help  the  meat  provide 
B^e  nourishing  servings!" 

Hljidy?  Yes,  indeedy!  Your  Kellogg's 
Cn  Flakes  now  come  in  a  Handi-Pak 
u|8  generous  packages  in  one  cello- 


p  ne  wrap 


nlvelers  feel  at 

hne!  J.  T.  Mullin, 
ding  car  steward  of 
tl"  famous  Wolverine, 
i|ck  N.  Y.  Central 
to  in,  says,  "I  see  them 
&  from  big  shots  to 
li  le  tots,  eating  their  Kellogg's  Corn 
Fkes,  which  taste  just  like  home. 
Een  the  fussiest  can't  fuss,  because 
i Hogg's  come  so  good  and  fresh!" 

Jfllfc  Without  coaxing  or 
^"^^L  tears!  "Getting  little 
■         Vfc  Manon  and  Chip  to  eat 

I  *  *"**^B  a  good  breakfast  is  a 
k  ^  mm  game,  now  they  can 

M  pick    fiom  Kellogg's 

*  variety,"  writes  Mrs. 

'illiam  L.  Brenner  of  Jacksonville, 
.  ]prida.  Yes,  10  choices— 7  cereal- 

Jvorites  in  variety.  Whichever  you 

loose,  you  just  can't  lose! 

"oveliest  silverware 

.ttern  I've  ever  seen 
JKellogg's  'Signature' 
I'm  very,  very 
eased!"  writes  Mrs. 
ouglas  O.  Whitaker        ,  ,J| 
}  Montebello,  Cal.  ' 
nagine!  you  receive  4  lovely  silver- 
1  ate  teaspoons — each  with  your  script 
'itial— for  only  75£  with  the  white- 
'  ar  end  from  Kellogg's  VARIETY .  Pack- 
?e  tells  you  how  to  get  a  beautiful  set. 


OH,  WHAT  A  BEAUTIFUL  BREAKFAST. 

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Now  Moms  chM$el  to  VARIETY" 
Ira  Johnny  on  the  spot! , 


i^jji       lis  sv^ell  to  pick  from  fkvorites 


10-box  choice, 
7  cereal  favorites 


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LADIES'  HOME  JOI'KN  VI, 


May,  l'h 


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dropped  tray.  Other  senses  are  de- 
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Normally,  by  five  months  — but  like  all 
ph;is<-i  of  development .  this  varies  from 
baby  to  baby.  If  yours  seems  slow,  let 
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(Continued  from  Pane  36) 

Connolly  looked  at  him  almost  reprov- 
ingly. "  You  know,"  he  said. 

Christy  glanced  at  him  swiftly.  "What  do 
you  mean,  /  know?"  he  asked,  like  a  pitcher 
stalling  for  time  out  on  the  mound.  But  Bill 
was  right,  of  course.  He  knew.  He  just  hated 
to  admit  it.  "You  don't  mean  we  ought  to 
play  that  bubble-pop,"  he  said,  darkly  and 
with  outraged  dignity. 

"Be- bop,"  Connolly  corrected  him. 

"If  I  had  a  ten-year-old  son,  I  wouldn't 
let  him  play  that  stuff,"  Christy  said  with 
disgust.  "  It  ain't  nothing  but  a  lot  of  flatted 
fifths.  You  know  what  be-bop  is?  You  play 
do,  re  and  mi  and  then,  when  fa  is  supposed 
to  come  next,  you  look  around  for  the  note 
that  will  sound  absolutely  the  worst  in 
there — anything  but  fa — and  you  play  it. 
They  take  a  note  and  squeeze  it  out  of  shape 
like  a  handful  of  clay.  That's  music?  " 

"Who  am  I  to  say?"  Bill  murmured.  "I 
tend  bar."  He  polished  a  glass  or  two.  Then 
he  swung  around  on  the  stool  and  looked  at 
Christy.  "It  now,"  he  said,  "has  gone  be- 
yond whether  be-bop  is  or  is  not  music.  It 
now  is  a  question  of  whether  or  not  you  want 
to  eat.  Phil  Hollenbeck  is  a  reasonably  good 
boss,  but  he  is  not  going  to  keep  Christy 
Sommers  and  his  sextet  on  hand  when  the 
waiters  are  able  to  keep  a  steady  game  of 
seven-card  high-low,  split  the  pot,  going  all 
night  in  the  kitchen  without  interruption. 
Phil  Hollenbeck  is  a  man  who  knows  whereof 
his  bread  is  buried,  as  we  say." 

Christy  stared  at  him,  stricken.  "You 
mean  " 

"Like  Sam  Spade  says,  precisely.  We  are 
going  to  have  the  be-boppers  in  here  before 
the  snow  flies.  You  ain't  gonna  be  able  to 
turn  around  without  creasing  a  beret  or 
scratching  a  goatee." 

"Gimme  another  beer,"  Christy  said 
sadly.  "Make  it  a  large  one  this  time."  You 
could  see  the  matter  was  serious. 

When  you  get  out  into  the  core  of  this 
wonderful  country,  where  a  drive-in  movie  is 
a  big  deal  and  people  still  get  a  kick  out  of 
talking  to  each  other  on  the  back  porch  in 
the  summer  moonlight,  the  question  of 
whether  to  bop  or  not  tq  bop  is  a  rather  in- 
consequential one.  In  most  cases,  it  likely 
does  not  exist.  If  you  bring  it  up,  your  an- 
swer is  apt  to  be  "Pop?  Who  is  pop?"  and 
you  have  to  go  through  all  that  business 
about  "No,  no,  not  pop — bop." 

But  the  big  town  is  different.  The  big  town 
goes  through  each  fad,  each  trend  in  double 
time,  and  it  always  is  looking  around  for 
something  new,  like  the  guy  with  time  on  his 
hands  who  has  seen  all  the  movies  within 
five  miles.  It  doesn't  have  to  be  good,  neces- 
sarily. Just  new.  The  suit  that  was  zoot,  the 
pleat  that  was  reat,  the  shape  that  was 
drape— all  these  enjoyed  something  of  a 
vogue  in  Manhattan  chiefly  because  the  New 
Yorker  looked  at  them,  grinned  a  little  and 
said,  "Hey,  that's  different.  Leave  us  give  it 
a  try." 

So  with  bop.  Pure,  full-blown  jazz  in  the 
New  Orleans  or  Chicago  style  is— or  is  not, 
depending  on  which  school  you  attend— a 
wonderful  thing,  but  after  a  couple  of  hot 
years  of  it  along  52nd  Street,  the  big  town 
had  had  it,  as  they  say  now.  It  didn't  matter 
that  it  was  music  for  the  ears  of  the  gods.  It 
I'ot  a  swilt  couple  of  years'  largess  and  then 
New  York  yawned  and  said,  "Change  your 
act,  lx»ys,  or  y,o  back  to  the  woods."  Sacri- 
lege, to  lx-  sure,  but  also  stark,  real  fact. 

It  is  one  thing  to  tire  of  something;  it  is 
ariothci  to  repku  e  it  with  an  article  that  is  as 

""i"'  ive.  in  tin-  case  of  music  in  Manhat- 
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As  always,  it  was  the  younger  set  to  whom 
most  of  this  furor  was  pertinent.  A  smart 
press  agent  dreamed  up  a  be-bop  language 
and  soon  the  beardless  youths  were  telling 
their  chicks,  if  you  will  pardon  a  slight  hold- 
over from  the  jazz  age,  the  dynamic  phrase, 
"Oo-ya  coo,"  or,  "I  love  you."  That  is  a 
phonetic  spelling.  The  goatee  and  the  beret 
became  a  must,  naturally,  and  the  epitome  of 
praise  was  the  simple  word  "cool."  These 
are  amiable  and  harmless  traits.  If  the  music 
to  which  they  were  handmaidens  had  been 
only  a  little  better,  all  might  have  been  pass- 
ably well,  and  even  Christy  Sommers,  the 
high  priest  of  strictly  from  Dixie,  might 
have  lived  and  let  live. 

"Maybe  I  have  not  been  quite  fair," 
Christy  muttered  to  himself  a  couple  of 
afternoons  after  his  colloquy  with  Bill  Con- 
nolly in  the  deserted  reaches  of  the  Topaze. 
"I  have  only  heard  this  zip-the-what-is-it 
music  a  few  times.  Maybe  I  have  not  heard  it 
played  the  way  it  should  be,  by  the  best.  I 
remember  when  jazz  first  became  popular,  a 
lot  of  people  became  violently  prejudiced 
against  it  because  the  first  band  they  heard 
trying  to  play  it  was  Vincent  Lopez's." 

So  one  cold  afternoon,  when  it  looked  as  if 
the  sky  was  readying  some  of  that  peculiarly 
gray  snow  that  falls  only  on  Manhattan, 
Christy  sneaked  into  the  Bijou  Cinema  Pal- 
ace'to  hear  Lionhead  Kelly's  bop  band  play 
in  the  stage  show.  Christy  could  not  exactly 
sneak  in  anywhere,  because  he  was  six  feet 
three  and  had  the  reddest  hair  and  blackest 
eyes  you  ever  saw,  the  result  of  a  violent 
marital  collision  between  the  north  and  south 
of  Ireland  several  generations  before,  but  he 
finally  got  a  seat  in  the  back  of  the  house  and 
sat  patiently,  doggedly  through  the  last  half 


Whatever  you  cannot  understand, 
you  cannot  possess.  — GOETHE. 


of  a  Randolph  Scott  movie  until  Lionhead 
Kelly's  band  came  up  from  the  pit  on  the  ris- 
ing stage. 

Kelly  played  trumpet  too.  And  he — par- 
don the  expression — sang.  "Bippety  bop 
bop!"  he  yelled  as  the  band  loomed  into 
sight.  Then  he  waved  his  arms  like  a  biddy 
flirting  with  the  barnyard  king,  and  did  a 
couple  of  amateurish  dance  steps  across  the 
stage.  Behind  him,  the  band  launched  into 
a  cacaphony  resembling  nothing  so  much  as 
the  background  sounds  for  one  of  those  bal- 
lets of  the  machine  age.  A  playwright  would 
describe  what  they  played  as  offstage  noises, 
except  they  were  onstage  and  they  were, 
more  exactly,  ofikey  noises. 

Christy  Sommers  winced  with  each  blast. 
Finally  he  looked  around  at  his  neighbors  in 
the  darkened  showhouse;  it  would  be 
stretching  it  to  say  they  showed  signs  of  en- 
joyment, but  they  did  appear  to  be  ...  I 
guess  "interested"  is  the  word.  The  flatted 
notes  didn't  bother  them  much.  It  is  sad  but 
true  that  Joe  Public  has  a  tin  musical  ear.  If 
he  did  not,  the  concert  halls  would  be  filled 
and  Vaughn  Monroe  would  sell  shoes  for  a 
living. 

At  last  the  violent  motion  and  sounds  on- 
stage did  Christy  in.  He  got  up  shakily, 
stepped  on  a  couple  of  old  ladies'  toes  and 
started  up  the  aisle.  At  this  point,  the 
mechanical-ballet  music  subsided  a  little  and 
a  voice,  female,  began  singing. 

It's  a  funny  thing  about  men.  Some  of 
them  are  leg-and-ankle  men.  Others,  of  a 
commoner  stripe,  are  bosom  men.  A  peculiar 
few  are  high-cheekbone  men.  One  of  the  rar- 
est groups  comprises  the  voice  men,  and  one 
of  these  was  Christy  Sommers.  It  is  God's 
frightening  truth  that  he  once  almost  mar- 
ried a  girl  motorcycle  rider  because  when 
she  said,  "Christy,  honey,"  it  sounded  like 
Kreisler  playing  the  scale  on  a  Stradivarius. 

For  a  few  moments,  he  stood  there  at  the 
top  of  the  aisle  with  his  back  to  the  stage, 
and  if  you  want  to  know  what  was  going 
through  his  head  it  was  something  like  this: 
It  only  stands  to  reason  that  if  she  has  a  voice 
like  that  and  she  is  singing  with  a  band  like 
Lionhead  Kelly's,  she  must  look  like  Lena  the 
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May, 


GREYHOUND  travel 
is  especially  appealing! 

mm 


"I  GO  FOR  THE  EASYCHAIR  COMFORT" 

"Many;  of  my  friends,"  writes  one  woman,  "choose 
Greyhound  for  convenience  or  economy  . .  .  and  they're 
so  right!  But  I  especially  enjoy  the  delightfully  soft 
easychairs,  which  recline  to  the  most  comfortable  posi- 
tions. The  SuperCoach  ride  is  smooth . . .  and  the  drivers 
—  they're  so  careful,  so  courteous!" 

"GREYHOUND'S  BARGAIN  FARES  GET  MY  VOTE" 

Ever  listen  to  smart  shoppers,  comparing  notes  on  the 
best  bargains  in  the  stores?  There  are  "best  bargains" 
in  travel,  too!  Here's  what  you'll  hear  about  Grey- 
hound: "Saves  money  for  extra  clothes". .  ."Puts  me 
dollars  ahead  for  extra  trips". .  ."Helps  my  family  go 
farther,  have  more  fun  on  vacations  and  weekends." 

"I  LOVE  THE  CLOSE-UP  SIGHTSEEING" 

Greyhound  takes  you  adventuring  along  famous  high- 
ways that  reach  through  vast  green  forests,  across  mag- 
nificent mountains,  along  the  shores  of  silver  lakes.  And 
the  pleasure's  something  special  — because  you  enjoy 
this  wayside  beauty  at  close  range  by  Greyhound,  in 
any  or  all  of  the  48  States  or  Canada! 

"AMAZING  AMERICA  TOURS  ARE  FOR  ME!" 

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considered,  it  would  be  quite  a  good  thing  if  you 
kept  on  going  right  out  of  the  movie  house  with- 
out looking  back.  Because,  with  a  voice  like 
that,  if  she  had  any  looks  at  all  she  would  be  on 
display  in  Tiffany's  and  they  would  charge 
you  five  bucks  a  throw  fust  to  come  and  see 
her — but  that  was  as  far  as  his  shaken  pow- 
ers of  reasoning  took  Christy.  Slowly  he 
turned  around  and  looked. 

"Oobla  dee,  oobla  dee,"  Martha  Weyer 
crooned.  "Abble-de-de-dock,  abble-de-de- 
dock." 

There  must  be  a  real  fascination,  a  solid 
depth,  to  the  band  business,  because  every 
now  and  then  you  find  a  baby  doll  like  this 
one,  with  everything  that  the  successful  mil- 
lionaire's mistress  or  movie  actress  has — the 
straight  legs,  the  seamstress-dummy's  shape, 
the  pure-gold  hair  and  the  face  courtesy  of 
Da  Vinci— who  prefers  to  live  in  cheerless 
hotel  rooms  on  one-night  prom  stands,  diet- 
ing on  fried  foods  and  living  out  of  a  trunk, 
to  coin  a  phrase.  The  word  around  the  big 
drag  is  that  it's  the  musicians  that  get  them. 
There  may  be  nothing  so  worthless  as  a 
$200-a-week  trumpet  player,  but  check  up 
on  how  often  he  gets  the  girl  in  the  final 
fade-out. 

Christy  Sommers  came  back  down  the 
aisle  a  little  way  and  sat  in  the  nearest  or- 
chestra chair.  He  nudged  a  harmless  sopho- 
more next  to  him. 

"Bop!"  he  mumbled.  "Why,  she  is  sing- 
ing scat,  like  Louis!" 

"Who  is  Louis?  "  the  undergraduate  asked 
coldly. 

Christy  didn't  even  bother  to  answer  that 
one.  A  child  in  third  grade  knows  that  Louis 
is  Louis  Armstrong  and  that  he  started  sing- 
ing scat  many  years  ago  because  he  was  cut- 
ting a  record  one  afternoon  and  he  dropped 
the  music,  picked  it  up  upside  down  and  filled 
in  the  words  by  croaking  the  first  syllables — 
a,  be,  bobble-de-doop,  and  so  on — that  came 
to  his  mind. 

"What  is  her  name?"  he  whispered  at  the 
sophomore. 

"Martha  Weyer.  And  ain't  she  cool?" 

The  pride  of  Dixie  just  kept  looking. 
"She's  what?"  he  said  vaguely,  faraway. 

"Cool,"  the  soph  hissed.  "Cool,  you  fool. 
Where  you  been  all  this  decade?" 

Christy  Sommers  shook  his  head  slowly. 
"I  have  just  been  wondering  that  myself," 
he  said. 

The  generally  accepted  theory  these  days 
is  that  there  is  no  such  thing  as  love  at  first 
sight.  Novelists  don't  even  attempt  to  write 
along  those  lines  any  more.  It  is  childish,  as 
anybody  with  half  an  eye  can  see.  While  it  may 
have  existed  in  a  kind  of  infantile  way  when 
hacks  like  Hemingway  and  Scott  Fitzgerald 
were  writing  of  the  world  around  them,  why, 
the  more  mature  authors  of  today  who  Have 
Lived  know  better,  and  they  explain  care- 
fully the  glandular  processes  that  actually 
are  involved,  rather  than  the  spiritual  ones 
in  which  you  had  been  led  to  believe  so  er- 
roneously. 

Fortunately — or  not,  depending  again  on 
your  school  of  thought — Christy  Sommers 
didn't  read  books,  so  he  had  nothing  to 
worry  about.  He  fell  in  love  with  blond 
Martha  Weyer— at  first  sight.  It's  against 
the  rules,  but  there  it  was  and  not  much  to 
be  done  about  it. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  nothing  was  done 
about  it,  right  away.  I  don't  know  what  kind 
of  ideas  you  have  about  jazz  musicians,  but 
it's  the  truth  that  a  lot  of  them  are  kind  of 
absent-minded  idealists  with  no  wolf  flair 
about  them.  Maybe  that's  why  the  show 
girls  like  them.  Christy  was  typical.  He  not 
only  didn't  have  the  approacli  technique  of 
the  smooth  operator— oh,  say,  someone  like 
a  writer  but  he  probably  wouldn't  have 
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affair,  if  he  thought  about  it  at  all  between 
playing  on  his  trumpet  all  night  and  idly 
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Martha  Weyer  onstage,  but  sit  around  be- 
tween sets  in  the  Topaze  night  after  night 
and  meditate  something  along  the  lines  of 
gee,  what  a  swell  girl.  The  swell  girl,  mean- 
while, could  be  getting  engaged,  married,  di- 
vorced or  sold  into  a  white-slave  ring,  the 
way  the  days  drifted  by. 

The  Connollys  always  have  been  wise 
folk.  All  Bill  had  to  do  was  listen  to  that 
trumpet  of  Christy's  for  a  couple  of  nights. 
On  a  late  Saturday,  while  his  partner  took 
care  of  the  whole  bar — and  read  the  race  re- 
sults in  the  Mirror  simultaneously — Con- 
nolly waddled  over  to  old  strictly-from- 
Dixie,  who  was  wringing  out  his  trumpet 
after  a  full  half  hour  of  the  blues. 

"Who  is  she?"  he  said,  sitting  down  with 
a  wheeze  at  a  corner  table.  The  Topaze  was 
kind  of  informal. 

Christy  looked  at  him.  "  I  could  say  who  is 
whom,"  he  replied,  "and  prove  to  you  that  I 
was  coy."  He  shook  his  head.  "There  is  this 
blonde,  see  " 

"  who  is  tall  and  thin  and  looks  like, 

maybe,  Madeleine  Carroll  with  overtones  of 
Lauren  Bacall?" 

"How  did  you  know?" 

"The  way  you  played  the  last  twelve  bars 
of  September  in  the  Rain,  even  a  headwaiter 
could  tell  you  weren't  thinking  of  no  gar- 
goyle," Bill  said.  "This  one  must  be  good." 

"She  sings  bop  with  Lionhead  Kelly." 

"You  talk  like  she  just  done  ten  to  twenty 
in  Atlanta  for  counterfeiting." 

"Well,  no,"  Christy  said.  "As  a  matter  of 
fact,  she  is  a  good  singer,  but  she  is  doing 
nothing  but  singing  this  be-bop.  What  gets 
me  is  how  a  girl  like  that  can  go  around 
ruining  her  professional  reputation  by  sing- 
ing with  a  bunch  of  riveters  like  Lionhead 
and  his  children." 


^  A  fellow  who  is  always  declaring 
"  he's  no  fool  usually  has  his  sus- 
picions. —  WILSON  MIZNER. 


Bill  lifted  a  small  beer  from  a  passing 
waiter's  tray  and  shook  some  salt  onto  it 
meditatively.  "Men  must  fight  and  women 
must  eat,"  he  suggested. 

Christy  shook  his  head  again.  "This  one 
could  make  five  yards  a  week  as  a  model. 
No,  she  does  this  kind  of  thing  because  she 
likes  it.  It  is  all  very  sad." 

"So  you  don't  have  anything  in  common," 
Connolly  said.  "So  you  don't  play  the  same 
kind  of  gin  rummy  and  she  eats  tartar  steak 
while  you're  a  vegetarian.  Do  you  think  that 
has  anything  to  do  with  it?  Is  that  going  to 
stop  you  from  trying  to  date  her?" 

"Gee,  I  never  thought  of  that." 

Connolly  got  up  and  tied  his  apron  around 
him  more  tightly,  with  a  sigh.  "Musicians," 
he  said.  "They  got  rocks  in  their  head. 
Every  one  of  them." 

It  was  about  six,  two  and  even  that  at 
least  one  more  week  would  have  gone  by, 
from  the  time  of  that  conversation  onward, 
until  Christy  Sommers  made  any  kind  of  ro- 
mantic move  whatsoever  in  the  direction  of 
Martha  Weyer.  You  know,  that  Connolly 
was  right.  Musicians. 

However,  the  fair  Miss  Weyer  stepped  up 
production  by  herself.  And  without  knowing 
or  having  seen  Mr.  Sommers  at  all,  which  is 
pretty  fair  co-operation.  At  twelve-twenty- 
five  that  night,  she  stepped  down  the  five 
steps  from  the  sidewalk  leading  into  the  To- 
paze and  floated  through  the  empty  tables  as 
if  she  had  a  wand  and  was  looking  for  Cin- 
derella. Evidently  she  had  just  finished  a  late 
show  at  the  Bijou,  because  she  still  had  her 
make-up  on  and  still  was  surrounded  by  two 
trombonists  and  a  big  meathead  with  a 
crew  cut  whom  Christy  recognized  as  Lion- 
head Kelly.  The  four  of  them  seated  them- 
selves at  a  banquette  along  the  wall,  about 
four  tables  removed  from  the  bandstand,  and 
listened  with  varying  degrees  of  politeness  to 
the  Sommers  output. 

Christy  saw  them  plain  enough,  but  one 
thing  you  have  to  say  for  jazzmen:  they  can 
be  struck  blind  or  blown  up  by  an  A-bomb, 
but  if  they  are  playing  a  piece  of  music,  they 
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At  3  Months.  We  wish  you  could  have  known  Peggy  Armstrong  at  3 
months.  A  healthier,  happier  darling  you  never  saw!  Her  doctor,  who 
knew  all  about  baby  foods — started  her  with  Clapp's  Cereals.  (Doctors 
know  Clapp's  bring  babies  3  times  more  iron  than  unfortified  cereals.) 


At  8  Months!  One  look  at  Peggy's  apple- 
cheeks  tells  you  she's  flourishing  on  Clapp's 
Strained  Foods.  Mothers  ask  why  babies 
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At  10  Months.  Isn't  she  a  mother's  dear- 
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firm  and  creamy-white.  Your  family  will  love  it! 


It's  May— and  from  Louisiana's  bayous  to  Maine's 
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steadily.  Bringing  with  it  the  change  in  appetites  which 
calls  for  lighter,  cooler  — yet  highly  nourishing  — foods. 
That  alwavs  suggests  to  me  the  luncheon  built  around 
what  I  call  a  "square  meal"  salad.  And  here  is  one  I 
like  especially ! 

Meadowr  tiold  Molded  Fruit  Salad 


1  package  lemon  flavored 

gelatin 
1  eup  hot  water 
1  cup  apricot  juice 
1  cup  Meadow  Gold  Cottage 

Cheese 


1  cup  Meadow  Cold  Whip- 
ping Cream,  whipped 

y-l  cup  California  walnuts, 
chopped 

Vi  cup  maraschino  cherries, 
quartered 


1  cup  apricots,  sliced 

Dissolve  gelatin  in  hot  water.  Chill  until  partially  set.  Fold  in 
cottage  cheese  and  whipped  cream,  walnuts,  cherries  and 
apricots.  Pour  into  oiled  mold  and  chill  until  firm.  Makes  8 
servings. 

If  your  town  has  a  Meadow  Gold  Dairy,  I  do  hope  you'll 
try  making  my  salad  with  Meadow  Gold  Whipping 
Cream  and  Cottage  Cheese.  You'll  find  the  whipping 


Ever  have  Junior  burst  in  with  a  team-mate  — when 
you'd  planned  for  a  "just-so-many"  lunch?  A  quick 
switch  to  a  couple  of  packages  of  LaChoy  Chinese 
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"Gee -Junior's -Mother -Is -Swell"  class  as  well!  For 
LaChoy  Chinese  Dinner  is  a  delicious,  home-made- 
tasting  Chow  Mein  meal  in  a  package.  Soy  Sauce,  a  tin 
of  Noodles,  and  a  tin  of  Chow  Mein— all  ready  to  heat 
and  serve.  Makes  four  savory  portions.  Comes  with 
Beef,  Chicken,  or  Meatless  Chow  Mein,  each  type 
clearly  marked  on  the  carton.  And  it's  as  economical  as 
it  is  good!  Pick  up  a  couple  of  packages  of  LaChoy 
Chinese  Dinner  at  your  grocer's,  do.  It's  always  so 
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2  cups  macaroni 
4  thsp.  Meadow  Cold  Butter 

3  tbsp.  flour 

2V2  cups  Meadow  Gold  Homog- 
enized Milk 
2  cups   Meadow   Gold  Natural 

Cheese,  grated 
1  tsp.  salt 

3/4  cup  stuffed  olives,  sliced 

Cook  macaroni.  Make  white 
sauce  with  butter,  flour,  and 
milk.  Adtl  cheese  (reserving 
enough  for  garnishing)  and  salt 
and  pepper;  stir  until  cheese  is 
melted.  Add  olives.  Arrange 
macaroni  on  warm  serving  plate 
and  pour  sauce  over  it.  Garnish 
with  cheese.  Serve  with  grilled 
tomatoes  on  buttered  toast 
rounds.  Y  ield:  6  servings. 

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2  Meadow  Gohl  Egg  yolks,  slightly  beaten 
beaten  1  cup  slivered,  lihux  ^ 

2V2  cups  all-purpose  flour,  almonds. 

sifted  10  red  or  green  innri  « 

1/2  teaspoon  salt  cherries,  quarters 

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(Continued  from  Page  131) 
11  not  bat  an  eye.  Mike  Miller  finished  a 
od,  fast  and  yet  not  florid  piano  passage 
\  at  in  its  beginning  notes  had  been  part  of 
le  chorus  of  Ding  Dong  Daddy,  and 
xristy  picked  it  up  and  really  hit  it  hard  for 
Iree  full  choruses,  with  that  fine  brother  of 
cornet  he  played.  He  used  one  small  riff 
at  he  swiped  wholesale  from  Lionel  Hamp- 
|n,  but  it  was  late  and  he  was  tired,  and 
Itside  of  that  it  was  all  new,  all  talking,  as 
je  movie  ads  used  to  say.  If  it  was  the  kind 
f  stuff  you  liked,  you  never  heard  better. 
"Very  fine,"  Martha  Weyer  called  out 
lien  the  ball  was  over. 
IChristy  stood  there,  holding  his  trumpet 
ith  his  ten  thumbs,  about  as  larded  over 

•  th  savoir-faire  as — well,  as  a  musician. 
,Tianks,"  he  said.  At  least  he  got  that 
iich  out. 

[Lionhead  Kelly  looked  up  at  him  with  a 

'erant  grin.  "That  was  good  stuff.  Old, 
t  good.  It's  too  bad  people  don't  go  for 
it  kind  any  more.  It  is  really  too  bad." 

|  Christy  Sommers  was  born  in  Boston, 
lere  the  first  thing  you  learn  is  good  man- 
rs  and  the  second  is  how  to  walk.  He 
ssed  over  Lionhead's  needle  without  a 
rrmur.  "You  play  trumpet,  Kelly,  don't 
u?"  he  said.  "Why  don't  you  sit  in  with  us 
a  little,  if  you  like?  Glad  to  have  you." 

'Kelly  shook  his  head.  "I  just  finished  my 
h  show,"  he  said,  "and  I  got  paid  for 
use  five.  Gigging  with  a  Dixieland  outfit  is 
£  my  idea  of  relaxing." 
Martha  grabbed  his  arm  and  it  pained 

!  risty  to  see  that  the  relationship,  in  that 

la  swift  gesture,  was  at 
st  as  familiar  as  brother  ■■■■■M 

|d  sister.  "Oh,  go  on, 

{;,"  she  said. 

iWell,  at  least  the  rela- 

inship  hadn't  gone  so  far 

lit  Kelly  was  past  the 

I.ge  of  trying  to  impress 
,  her  how  wonderful  he 
as.  She  didn't  have  to 
|tst  the  arm  she  had 
ibbed.  A   little  more  mMMMi 
iixing  and  he  got  up  and 
|ik  Christy's  extra  trumpet.  He  looked  down 
lit  squinty-like,  as  if  he  were  sighting  a  bil- 
\  d  cue  to  see  if  it  was  warped,  and  then  he 
j;red  questioningly  at  Christy 
jj'What'll  it  be?"  he  asked. 
'How  about  Tin  Roof?  "  Christy  asked, 
^elly  shook  his  head.  "Before  my  time." 
Christy  named  a  couple  more,  like  Muskat 
I  mble  and  Swingin'  Down  the  Lane,  but 
By  were  just  names  to  Lionhead.  They 
i  re  written  before  Christy's  time,  too,  but 
:  his  rarefied  set  they  were  accepted  as 

<  ssics  and  he  knew  every  note  in  them.  Fi- 
i  ly  he  suggested  Three  LTttle  Words  and 

•  Hy  allowed  as  to  how  he  might  get  through 
'  it  one  without  too  many  broken  bones. 
Uisty  stamped  once,  twice,  Fred  Schultz 
i  ew  off  a  rimshot  on  his  snare  drum  and 
i  y  were  off  to  the  races. 

-jiUESS  the  most  surprised  person  in  the 
I,  «e  was  Christy  Sommers.  After  all,  he  had 
In  Lionhead  Kelly  waving  his  arms  and 
:  ing  the  silly  ass  onstage  at  the  Bijou,  and 
1  had  seen  enough  band  leaders  who  prac- 
1  id  those  antics  to  know  that  most  of  them 
<u't  play  a  note  and  went  in  for  the  trolley- 
'^ging  good  and  heavy  as  a  cover-up. 
put  the  guy  wasn't  bad.  Mike  Miller  came 

<  fting  out  of  a  piano  passage  and  Kelly 
f  'k  it  from  there.  He  had  a  good,  sharp 
'|;e  to  his  playing  and  he  didn't  bother  with 
•denzas,  but  made  it  note  for  note,  clear 
ti  true.  He  got  through  one  chorus  and  he 
|)t  going  and  Christy  decided  to  back  him 
>  and  played  some  soft  counterpoint,  and 
J|  a  while  they  made  it  a  real  good  thing. 

en,  like  Rupert  in  The  Prisoner  of  Zenda 
en  he  exclaimed,  "This  place  is  too  hot  for 
"  and  jumped  into  the  moat,  Christy  re- 
ad and  Lionhead  played  a  third  and  final 
>rus  that  was  the  best.  The  band  drew  up 
"a  jolting  stop  and  Kelly  put  down  his 
1  mpet  and  wiped  his  steaming  forehead. 
'I  haven't  played  anything  like  that  in 
ir  years,"  he  said. 

-hristy  Sommers  just  looked  at  him, 
fied.  "Why  not?"  he  said. 


^  Never  forget  to  assure  a 
W  woman  that  she  is  unlike 
any  other  woman  in  the  world, 
which  she  will  helieve,  after 
which  you  may  proceed  to 
deal  with  her  as  with  any 
other  woman  in  the  world. 

—  D.  B.  WYNDHAM  LEWIS 


Kelly  just  pointed  out  at  the  emptiness 
that  was  the  Topaze.  "That's  why,"  he  said. 
"I  have  expensive  tastes." 

Christy  didn't  bother  to  answer  that  one 
because  he  never  would  have  understood  it. 
If  you  have  the  call  to  play  good  music,  he 
assumed,  you  played  it,  regardless  of  whether 
the  mission  took  you  to  the  poorhouse  and 
back.  It  was  the  reason  he  never  played  with 
big  bands  of  the  Dorsey  and  Goodman  type ; 
he  had  to  have  a  little  freedom  to  move 
around  in  when  he  played.  He  couldn't  get 
up  night  after  night  and  give  out  with  the 
same  do-fa-sol-do.  If  you  felt  lousy,  you 
played  sad;  and  if  you  felt  fine,  you  played 
high  and  wide. 

TjIONhead's  performance  brought  two  sep- 
arate reactions  in  Christy.  It  was  good  music 
and  he  was  glad  he  had  heard  it.  But  at  the 
same  time  he  could  have  kicked  himself  for 
having  invited  Kelly  to  play,  when  he  saw 
how  it  went  over  with  the  cool  one.  Give 
Kelly  a  break  and  say  he  had  something  of  a 
personality  that  attracted  Martha  in  the 
first  place.  Well,  after  she  heard  his  dicty 
choruses,  she  just  sat  there  and  looked  at 
him  as  if  he  was  a  winning  pari-mutuel  ticket 
she  had  bought  by  mistake. 

They  invited  Christy  to  sit  at  their  table  for 
a  drink  and  he  accepted,  but  it  was  a  rough 
ten  minutes.  He  sipped  his  cut  ginger  ale. 

"Joe,"  she  said,  her  voice  stroking  Lion- 
head's  ears,  "you  never  played  like  that  be- 
fore—just think,  all  that  and  bop  too.  Where 
did  you  learn  it?" 

"Bop  too?"  Christy's  voice  was  strangled. 

"Who  learns?"  Lion- 
■■■■■■■■  head  said.  "They  don't 
teach  jazz  in  Music  Ap- 
preciation, Term  One."  He 
lighted  a  cigarette.  "And 
they  don't  pay  money  for 
it,  either." 

"Yes,  but  if  you  played 
some  of  that"  (Christy 
winced)  "onstage,"  she 
said,  "you'd  be  even  more 
■■■■■  popular  than  you  are 
now." 

He  snorted  mildly.  "Hah,"  he  said. 
"Take  a  look  at  the  joints  here  along  Fifty- 
second  Street.  Two  years  ago,  jazz  joints.  To- 
day they  got  snake  dancers."  He  shook  his 
head.  "Honey,  the  people  pay  to  see  me  wear 
funny  hats." 

Christy  Sommers,  the  old  chatterbox, 
soaked  it  all  in.  "Yeah."  he  said  finally, 
"but  money  isn't  everything.  Just  think  of 
the  kicks  you  got  when  you  played  the  real 
thing." 

Lionhead  looked  at  him,  amazed  but  pa- 
tient. "Come  now,  Sommers,"  he  said,  "you 
don't — ah,  but  I  guess  you  do.  You're  not 
the  first  coffee-and-cake  trumpet  player  I've 
heard  talk  like  that.  Art  for  art's  sake."  He 
blew  smoke  through  his  nose,  laid  down  his 
gold  cigarette  holder  and  smiled  indulgently. 
"I  get  my  kicks,"  he  said.  " Three-and-one- 
half-thousand  bucks'  worth,  every  Friday 
afternoon.  They  bring  them  up  to  my  dress- 
ing room  in  the  Bijou  and  lay  them  on  my 
moist  little  hand  and  all  I  do  is  sign  them 
and  cash  them  at  the  bank." 

Where  all  this  would  have  ended,  who 
knows?  Christy  Sommers  looked  up  from  the 
table  and  saw  Connolly  signaling  him  from 
the  south  end  of  the  mahogany.  He  excused 
himself  and  walked  through  the  empty  ta- 
bles and  over  to  William.  That  obese  soul 
looked  at  him  wearily. 

"I  see  you  trying  to  convert  that  guy  to 
jazz,"  he  said.  "Like  Colonna  says— ya  crazy 
or  something?  Haven't  you  learned  at  this 
stage  in  your  adolescent  life  that  it's  like 
olives  and  either  you  like  it  or  you  don't?  " 

"But  the  guy  plays  good  horn,"  Christy 
protested. 

Connolly  waved  the  statement  aside  and 
set  a  small  beer  in  front  of  him.  "He  wants 
to  sell  his  soul,"  Connolly  said.  "So  no  mis- 
sionary is  going  to  stop  him.  He  is  going  to 
sell  his  soul.  You  are  wasting  your  time." 

Christy  sipped  his  beer  meditatively.  "I 
guess  you  are  right,"  he  said.  "Oh,  well." 
He  sat  there  for  a  little  while,  trying  to  read 
the  race  results  upside  down  in  the  paper  on 
the  bar.  Then  he  looked  up,  a  little  panicky. 


Full 

8  Ounces 


They  taste  so  good . . . 

when  you're  hungry 

When  you  want  a  real  pick-me-up,  PLANTERS  PEANUTS 

really  come  through.  They  pack  more  protein 
nourishment  than  meat,  fish  or  eggs.  And  good!  M-m-m! 
Roasted  and  salted  to  the  peak  of  perfection  and  oven-jresh! 


They  taste  so  good . . . 

when  you're  playing  cards 

You'll  be  a  popular  hostess  when  ^ 
you  have  PLANTERS  Pi  AM  I  s  lor  your   ,,-nN^<  ^ 
guests  to  nibble  on.  They  just  keep 
reaching  for  them  all  the  time. 


They  taste  so  good . . . 

in  the  lunch  box 

■Mk   Whether  it's  lunch  at  school,  at  work, 
pPor  on  a  fishing  trip,  PLANTERS  PEANUTS 
add  zest  to  every  meal.  No  wonder 
they're  America's  favorite. 

They  taste  so  good  ^ 

as  an  appetizei 


PLANTERS 

is  the  word  for 

PEANUTS 


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CRYSTAL 


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requires  thoughtful,  careful  planning  to  win  a  high  hostess 
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'"But  he's  got  her,"  he  said  confusedly. 
"He's  got  her." 

Connolly  drew  the  stool  up  along  the 
slatted  boardwalk  behind  the  bar  and  sat 
down.  "Now  he's  got  her,"  he  said.  "Now. 
Are  they  engaged?"  He  shook  his  head. 
"No.  Are  they  married?"  Shake.  "No."  He 
leaned  across  the  bar  and  looked  impa- 
tiently, almost  bitterly,  at  Christy  Som- 
mers.  "What's  the  matter?"  he  said.  "Don't 
you  read  the  magazines?  Don't  you  know 
that  many  things  happen  in  love  stories  be- 
fore ten  thousand  words  are  up?  " 

"Oh,"  said  Christy  Sommers.  Behind  him, 
the  Topaze  doors  swung  open  briefly  and 
closed  again  as  Lionhead  Kelly  and  party, 
including  the  most  wonderful,  the  love- 
liest— including  the  dame,  departed. 

Martha  Weyer  and  Lionhead  Kelly 
weren't  married,  and  because  Lionhead  had 
been  spawned  along  Broadway  and  soaked 
up  some  of  its  tenets,  no  specific  mention  of 
such  a  ritual  had  been  made  yet  between 
them. 

Technically,  this  left  little  Miss  Cool  free 
to  spend  an  open  evening  with  some  other 
gent  or  gents,  and  because  it  did,  Christy 
Sommers'  desperate  campaign  progressed  to 
the  point  where  he  bought  her  dinner  a  cou- 
ple of  times.  But  he  didn't  eat  much.  Martha 
wanted  to  talk  of  only  two  things — be-bop 
and  Lionhead  Kelly. 

She  is  twenty-one,  Christy  told  himself; 
she  is  going  through  a  stage.  It  didn't  make 
him  feel  any  better.  He  didn't  know  which 
subject  he  disliked  more,  Kelly  or  bop.  The 
thing  that  got  him  was  that  he  couldn't  tri- 
umph verbally  over  either.  As  with  most 
musicians,  the  Downbeat  and  Metronome 
arguments  about  progressive,  new  music 
were  over  his  head,  and  he  never  knew  what 
to  say  when  Martha  began  talking  about  in- 
genuous use  of  the  chromatic  scale  and  the 
dynamic  use  of  the  thromboly  with  the 
sterter  rasmus,  which  is  what  it  sounded  like. 
Christy  played  jazz  beautifully,  but  he  spoke 
it  like  a  tongue-tied  goat. 


"Now  you  take  that  seventh  note  in  tl 
twelfth  bar  of  that  bravura  passage  y< 
played  the  other  night,"  Martha  would  sa 

"Huh?"  Christy  would  say,  with  all  tl: 
poise  and  polish  at  his  command. 

And  there  hasn't  been  an  intelligent  cor 
ment  yet  invented  that  a  man  can  use  wh< 
a  woman  tells  him  what  a  sharp  guy, 
spades,  is  his  rival.  Christy  just  sat  at 
made  mush  out  of  his  ice  cream  at  these  di 
ners,  and  let  his  coffee  grow  cold. 

"Look  at  it  systematically,"  Bill  Co 
nolly  said  one  night.  "Is  this  bubblehe; 
character  bigger  or  better-looking  th; 
you?" 

"How  should  I  know?"  Christy  said,  si 
ping  from  a  large  beer  instead  of  a  small.  H 
nerves  were  cracking  a  little. 

"Well,  he  is  not,"  Connolly  said,  "and 
am  not  trying  to  date  you.  And  he  has  noo 
vious  charm  and  not  much  personality.  S 
why  does  the  blonde  go  for  him?" 

"You  tell  me." 

"Because  he  plays  bubble-pop." 

"Oh,  no!" 

"Oh,  yes." 

Having  led  Mr.  Sommers  that  far  up  t' 
path.  Mr.  Connolly  retired  behind  the  ta 
and  concentrated  grimly  on  making  an  Alt 
ander  for  a  schoolteacher  who  obviously  h. 
fallen  down  the  wrong  set  of  cellar  stai 
Christy  sipped  his  large  beer  for  a  few  mi 
utes,  running  his  hand  through  his  red  ma  ( 
occasionally,  and  then  looked  up,  strickt' 
He  peered  down  the  bar  at  Connolly  with 
et-tu-Brute  look. 

"No,"  he  said  in  a  small,  faraway  voice. 1 

Connolly  finished  the  Alexander  in  oh 
ous  disgust  and  slopped  it  down  in  front 
the  schoolteacher.  Then  he  peered  right  ba- 
at  Mr.  Sommers.  "If  you  can  think  of  som« 
thing  else,"  he  said,  "I'll  drink  one  of  tho 
in  Macy's  window  at  high  noon." 

Love  certainly  is  the  great  equalizer,  < 
you  might  say  in  another  way,  it  certain 
louses  up  a  great  many  reasonably  disti 

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-ftus  6  A  NO-NEW- FOOD 


THI<>  ISA 
WATCHBIRD 


THIS  IS  A 
WATCH  6IRP 

WATCHING 

NO-NEW-FOOD 


Itfi  .\lunro  l.val 

lilts  hi iihliorn,  i-illy  kjmtI ucle  Killing  here  i*  a  No- 
New-Food.  Il  ah-oliitch  refllMt  tO  I  ;i  - 1  <•  or  Irv  any 
food  lliul  il  liaxn'l  cairn  Ix-forr.  No- \r« -h'ooilx  drive 
tlicir  mollirrh  nrarly  itu/.\  hcraimc  ihrv  rni-f  no  iniicli 
thai  il  COod  full  ami  for  lliini.  1 1  Mould  wrvr  a 

No- New -I  <m>iI  richl  if  il  liad  lo  ^o  hack  lo  (railing  on 
jiixl  milk  —  I  Ik-  nay  il  ilnl  ulu-n  il  wax  a  hahy.  Wh\, 
oh  why,  won't  il  try? 


NO-NtW-F0OD 


THIS  MO/yfH 


IP 


LADIES'  HOME  JOURNAL 


A  NEW  WALLACE  STERLING 


ESIGN  BY  WILLIAM  S.  WARREN 


William  S.  Warren,  America's  foremost  designer 
i  sterling  silver,  has  created  in  "Romance  of  the  Sea" 
pattern  so  imaginative,  so  complete  in  his  concep- 
on  of  sculptured  beauty,  that  it  promises  to  become 
is  greatest  contribution  to  fine  sterling  silver  design. 

I    b  b  b 

For  his  new  design,  the  sculptor  blends  symbols  of 
fie  sea  into  a  continuity  of  lustrous  silver  beauty. 
The  source  of  the  design  is  found  deeply  dow  n  the 
em  where,  in  rich  relief,  is  symbolized  the  swirling 
hythm  of  Neptune's  beautiful  sea  gardens. 

And  deeply  down  the  silver  stem 
The  motif  is  the  ocean's  gem 
Gay  flora  flows  in  rhythmic  swirl 
Rich  setting  for  the  lovely  pearl. 

he  swirling  movement  continues  in  the  upw  ard 
ireep  of  sparkling  bubbles.  Near  the  top,  these  grad- 
Ulv  fade  into  the  high  luster  of  the  graceful  wave 
id  delicate  spray.  Upon  the  wave  rides  a  gorgeous 
sell  to  gloriously  crown  this  romantic  design. 
You  will  find  nothing  else  like  "Romance  of  the 
:a."  It  is  truly  in  the  magnificence  of  a  "Third  Di- 
ension  Beauty"  design.  The  sculptured,  full-formed 
jittern  is  just  as  lovely  in  profile  as  from  the  front- 
id  all  the  elements  of  the  design  flow  delightfully 
iound  the  precious  silver,  to  complement  and  char- 
terize  the  beauty  of  the  back— where  the  completed 
lotif  ends  with  the  graceful  signature,  "Romance  of 
e  Sea." 


William  S.  Warren 
(jMfor  of  "Romance  of  the  Sea" 
other  Wallace  "Third  Dimension 
titty"  designs  in  sterling  silver. 


We  cordially  invite  you  to  see  "Romance  of  the  Sea"  wherever 
fine  sterling  silver  is  sold  throughout  America.  There  you 
may  also  enjoy  .Mr.  Warren's  other  "Third  Dimension  Beauty" 
designs  in  sterling  silver  for  your  home— Grande  Baroque, 
Stradivari,  Rose  Point,  Grand  Colonial  and  Sir  Christopher. 
All  are  proud  productions  of  Wallace  Silversmiths, 
at  Wallingford,  Connecticut,  since  1835. 


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May,  ( 


Are  you  in  the  know? 


If  you  were  stepping  into  this  taxi,  should  you  sit— 

]  Beside  the  belle  Q  On  the  opposite  side  Q  On  your  squire's  lap 


Mavbe  you've  heard  that  a  gentleman's 
place  should  always  be  on  the  outside.  You 
guess  that  goes  for  all  occasions.  'Tain't  so, 
though,  in  wheeldom.  Stepping  into  this 
taxi,  you  should  choose  the  opposite  side, 
so  either  squire  can  sit  between  you  wimmin. 
And  when  you  step  out  — to  a  dance,  or 


wherever  — cancel  calendar  "woes"  with 
Kotex.  For  Kotex  is  made  to  stay  soft  while 
you  wear  it.  Gives  dream-cloud  softness  that 
holds  its  shape.  And  whether  Regular,  Junior 
or  Super  is  the  Kotex  absorbency  you 
choose,  you're  at  ease  from  the  first  rhumba 
to  the  goodnight  waltz! 


If  you'd  stop  going  steady— 

  Start  leudin'  and  fightin' 

l~l  Send  him  his  class  ring 
Tell  him  your  sentiments 

Suddenly,  your  heart  — or  noggin  — tells  you 
the  "one  and  only"  deal  is  not  your  dish. 
Yet  he  doesn't  agree.  Should  you  "sledge- 
hammer" the  issue?  Or  just  silently  break 
away?  Ixnay!  Tell  him  your  sentiments, 
tactfully.  Then  no-one's  bitter  and  your 
rating's  still  tops.  Beware  of  making  enemies 
. . .  and  on  "those"  days  be  wary  of  that  foe  of 
poise:  embarrassment.  Kotex  defends  you, 
with  a  special  safely  center  designed  for  your 
extra  protection! 


What's  the  newest  eye-catcher? 

I  I  The  nape  of  her  neck 
I  I  The  dangling  earrings 
□  The  hiked  hemline 

Get  you!  Echoing  your  Morns  prom  get-ups 
(almost) !  You're  daring  the  new  "twenties 
trend."  But  with  that  shingle —  sister,  the 
nape  of  your  neck's  showing.  So,  when 
applying  makeup  base  and  dazzle-dust,  don't 
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guished  careers.  Some  men,  having  encoun- 
tered it,  end  up  on  the  Bowery  drinking 
wood  alcohol  strained  through  loaves  of  rye 
bread.  Christy  Sommers— well,  when  he 
finally  made  up  his  mind,  he  figured  that 
what  he  was  doing  was  worse  than  ending  up 
on  Skid  Row.  He  turned  up  at  the  Topaze 
two  nights  later  with  the  fire  banked  very 
low  in  his  black  eyes  and,  although  it  was 
only  nine-thirty  or  so,  it  could  be  very  well 
that  he  had  had  all  of  three  beers.  He  came 
wearily  downstairs  into  the  club  and  made 
his  way  into  the  kitchen,  through  the  door 
behind  the  bandstand.  Bill  Connolly  was  sit- 
ting down  with  a  ham  sandwich  in  one  hand, 
trying  to  figure  out  what  he  would  have 
made  from  a  three-horse  parlay  he  had  bet, 
if  the  third  horse  had  come  in. 

Christy  put  his  hand  into  his  raglan  top- 
coat pocket  and  brought  out  some  para- 
phernalia. "Bippety  be-bop,"  he  said,  almost 
sullenly. 

Connolly  looked  up  and  took  in  our  hero, 
with  a  beret  flat  on  top  of  his  head  the  way 
Lloyd  Hamilton  wore  his  cap  in  the  silent 
movies,  and  a  fake  black  goatee.  He  nodded. 
"Into  each  life  some  rain  must  fall,"  he 
said.  "After  the  storm,  the  silver  lining.  If  at 
first  you  don't  succeed  " 

Christy  threw  a  loaf  of  bread  at  him  and 
went  back  out  into  the  club  proper  to  break 
the  remarkable  news  to  the  rest  of  the  band. 
He  stressed  that  it  was  a  very  temporary 
move. 

Mike  Miller  grunted  as  if  someone  had 
slid  a  bread  knife  between  his  ribs.  "This 
could  cost  us  our  union  cards,"  he  said 
morosely.  "And  my  self-respect  just  said 
good-by  a  minute  ago." 

The  boys  were  aware  of  why  Christy  was 
doing  it,  and  because  of  their  kind  hearts 
alone,  they  said  they'd  go  along. 

"Dames,"  Mike  Miller  said.  "Their  idea 
of  music  is  Guy  Lombardo  playing  the  St. 
Louis  Blues  on  a  glockenspiel." 

They  waited  until  about  midnight,  that 
first  night,  before  they  put  on  their  masks 
and  became  queens  of  the  ball.  All  properly 
equipped  with  goatees  and  berets,  the  boys 
had  no  prepared  bop  numbers,  if  there  are 
such  things,  so  they  took  an  old  one  called 
Back  Bay  Shuffle  out  of  the  books  and  tor- 
tured it  noisily  to  death,  each  man  taking  his 
solo  as  if  he  were  pulling  the  song's  tonsils 
out  with  pliers.  They  could  play  the  stuff,  if 
this  trip  was  necessary,  as  they  used  to  say 
during  the  war  to  end  all  wars. 

The  customers'  reaction  was  curious  but 
not  unexpected.  There  were  six  people  in  the 
Topaze  around  that  time;  four  of  them  were 
jazz  fans,  members  of  a  dying  herd  of  bra- 
voes,  and  they  got  up  as  if  their  drinks  were 
poisoned  and  walked  out.  The  two  others 
were  showgirls  from  Leon  and  Eddie's,  down 
the  street,  who  were  playing  gin  rummy. 
Bop,  schmop,  jazz,  schmazz;  they  didn't 
know,  but  it  was  getting  too  noisy  for  them, 
so  they,  too,  picked  up  their  cards  and  left. 

The  boys  finished  the  set  and  Christy 
looked  inquiringly  across  the  floor  to  Mr. 
Connolly,  imperturbably  stationed  behind 
the  south  end  of  the  mahogany. 

"Of  course,"  Bill  called.  "What  did  you 
expect?  You  got  to  advertise  to  get  the  bop 
crowd.  They  got  to  know  what  you're  do- 
ing." 

"Yeah?"  Christy  said  bitterly  into  his 
beard.  "What  are  we  doing?" 

Like  always,  of  course,  Connolly  was 
right.  With  the  co-operation  of  Phil  Hollen- 
beck,  the  fat  and  skeptical  little  soul  who 
owned  the  Topaze  and  who  agreed  grudgingly 
to  float  half  the  cost,  Christy  threw  some 
.ids  into  the  trade  magazines  and  the  enter- 
tainment sec  tions  of  the  daily  papers,  and 
had  constructed  some  jxisters  to  place  out- 
side i  he  club  at  night  like  wooden  ducks. 

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137 


Franzioli  again  to  give  them  a  good  table 
like  in  the  old  days.  "Of  course,  it  ain't 
deuces,"  Joe  commented,  "but  even  a  quar- 
ter and  a  half  dollar  mount  up,  these  days." 
The  boys  were  the  only  sufferers;  Willie 
Fletcher,  the  trombonist,  was  beginning  to 
develop  a  roll  on  his  lip  and  Fred  Schultz  com- 
plained darkly  that  if  he  had  to  keep  drum- 
ming offbeat  much  longer  he  would  have  to 
go  to  the  reefer  bag  for  courage. 

Christy  Ulysses  Sommers,  Esq.,  the  leader 
of  the  Bo-peepers,  played  his  trumpet  as 
badly  as  he  possibly  could,  but  he  was  so 
good  that  he  made  even  the  bop  sound  good. 
And  once  in  a  while,  when  he  would  sing  a 
chorus — his  was  an  all-or-nothing  cam- 
paign— his  pleasantly  gravel  voice  really 
sent  the  customers.  Or  wait  a  minute;  we're 
getting  a  little  passe  there.  Cooled  the  cus- 
tomers, we  guess. 

Christy  hadn't  seen  Martha  in  a  couple  of 
weeks.  Even  a  lovesick  soul  can  listen  only  so 
long  to  talk  of  what  a  great  guy  is  Lionhead 
Kelly.  Now,  without  calling  her  at  all,  he 
waited  on  tenderhooks,  as  they  say  in  Lin- 
dy's,  for  her  to  make  her  first  appearance  in 
the  Topaze  since  life  there  had  become  real, 
earnest  and  bippety. 

It  was  a  Friday  night  when  she  did  come. 
Old  crew-cut  was  with  her  and  they  sat 
down  a  little  after  midnight  and  ordered  a 
bottle  of  wine  and  some  chicken-salad  sand- 
wiches. Christy  saw  all  this  going  on  and 
wanted  to  take  her  back  to  what  laughingly 
passed  for  a  kitchen  in  the  Topaze  and  say, 
"You  want  sandwiches  made  in  this  place?" 
but  he  didn't  have  time.  He  stroked  his 
goatee,  faced  the  boys,  announced  grimly: 


Love  and  scandal  are  the  best 
sweeteners  of  tea.       — HENRY  FIELDING. 


"When  It's  Be-Bop  Time  Down  South." 

"Oh,  that's  a  cool  one,"  Fred  Schultz  said. 

"Oo-ya  coo,"  mumbled  Mike  Miller. 

"Shut  up,"  said  Christy.  He  tapped  twice 
with  his  right  foot  and  they  were  off. 

The  next  half  hour  represented  a  kind  of 
perverted  triumph  for  Christy  Sommers;  by 
great  energy  and  spurred  on  by  Cupid's  darts, 
to  coin  a  phrase,  he  played  the  worst  trumpet 
in  his  life.  He  flatted  superbly,  something  a 
good  musician  finds  difficult  more  than  some- 
what, and  he  broke  up  sequences  and  phras- 
ings  so  skillfully  that  even  the  boys  didn't 
know  what  he  was  going  to  play  next.  Per- 
spiration dripped  into  his  phony  black  beard 
and  his  beret  slipped  to  one  side.  He  even 
started  to  blow  out  his  cheeks  when  he 
played,  the  unmistakable  sign  of  a  lousy 
player,  and,  perish  forbid,  he  shuffled  a  few 
unhappy  steps  in  front  of  the  boys.  The 
crowd  loved  it. 

But  you  would  have  thought  Martha 
Weyer  had  cotton  in  her  ears.  She  sat  there 
without  batting  an  eye  or  even  fouling  one 
off.  Lionhead  made  kind  of  forlorn  conversa- 
tion at  times,  as  if  he  was  trying  to  convince 
her  of  something,  but  she  was  the  epitome  of 
boredom. 

Mr.  Sommers  was  nonplused,  completely. 
He  was  not  a  mental  giant,  as  he  frequently 
admitted,  but  he  knew  he  was  playing  the 
exact  same  kind  of  music  that  Lionhead 
played — and  even  if  it  didn't  make  Martha 
fall  into  his  arms  with  the  lovelight  in  her 
eyes,  it  should  have  made  her  show  a  little 
more  interest  than  she  did.  But  he  might 
have  been  playing  to  a  stone  wall. 

This  was  Martha  Weyer?  The  bop  singer? 
The  cool  one,  who  lived  just  for  abble-de-de- 
dock?  Whose  whole  life  was  wrapped  up  in  a 
bippety  number  as  polished  off  by  Lionhead 
Kelly?  Remember,  she  was  twenty-one.  "On 
morning  wings,"  wrote  Pope,  "how  active 
springs  the  mind  that  leaves  the  load  of  yes- 
terday behind!"  Or,  and  if  I  loved  you 
Wednesday,  well,  what  is  that  to  you?  Today 
is  Monday  and  I  have  to  do  the  wash. 

After  three  sets,  and  even  while  the  young 
ones  still  were  crowding  around  the  stand 
and  asking  him  if  he  could  do  Boppin'  Along 
With  the  Breeze,  Christy  gave  up.  He  stood 
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(Continued  from  Page  137) 
e  holding  his  trumpet  and  he  looked  out 
the  smoke  and  clatter  of  the  Topaze, 
d  with  paying  customers  as  it  never  had 
i  before,  and  he  set  his  teeth  grimly, 
[i  n  he  turned  around  and  looked  at  Mike 
Jler— and  in  one  fell  swoop  he  ripped  off 
J  phony  goatee  and  the  beret.  As  if  by  pre- 
t  nged  signal,  the  boys  did  likewise. 
Mine  was  beginning  to  feel  real,"  said 
'  idie  Schultz,  sighing  with  happy  relief. 

'illie  Fletcher  doffed  his  beret  slowly, 
i  i  the  effort  of  a  man  pushing  a  stone  from 
[i  :hest;  then  he  put  it  carefully  on  the  floor 
Jde  him  and  dropped  some  cigarette 
Wes  into  it.  "Oo-ya  coo  yourself,"  he  said 
t  nphantly  to  the  beret, 
'hristy  took  a  long,  long  look  at  Martha 
Irer,  sitting  impassively  with  Meathead 
Sy,  and  then  turned  back  with  deter- 
ri  ation  to  the  boys.  So  much  for  love  and  a 
rt.'s  attempt  to  play  at  the  female's  game. 
if  there  was  man's  work  to  be  done.  He 
ied  up  the  trumpet,  held  it  up  sidewise 
i :  to  make  sure  it  was  in  one  piece  and 
w  no  one  had  stolen  the  valves,  and  he 

3  ed  sharply  at  the  boys. 

Beale  Street,"  he  announced.  He  tapped 
ue  with  his  right  foot  and  from  the  stone 
|<ed  water. 

!  has  been  a  long  time  since  52nd  Street 

4  d  anything  like  that  particular  rendition 
leale  Street  Blues.  It  was  played  entirely 
rkout  goatees  and  berets  and  without  the 
[litest  torture  of  one  quarter  note,  but  ac- 
d  ing  to  a  couple  of  stray  music  critics  who 
n-  sitting  at  the  bar  that  night  reminis- 
il  sadly  about  the  days  of  Jellyroll  Morton, 
I  as  the  most  memorable  thing  since  the 
nintion  of  drinking  water.  They  played 
Bnteen  straight  choruses  and  Christy 
timers  took  seven  of  them.  He  played 
lis  with  a  mute  and  he  played  it  open;  he 
led  it  low  and  dirty  and  growling.,  the 
n  Bubber  Miley  used  to  do  with  the  Duke, 
4  he  played  it  soft  and  clean  and  sad  the 
ri  Buck  Clayton  used  to  do  with  the 
Ant.  He  played  it  at  four-four  tempo,  driv- 
rwt  the  way  Bix  Beiderbecke  used  to,  as  if 
la/ere  blowing  the  breath  of  life  into  the 
fjie  world.  He  played  the  blues  up  and 
Ida  and  sideways  and  it  is  to  be  seriously 
lijjted  if  there  was  anything  anybody  could 
with  the  blues  after  he  got  through  with  it. 
Hit  is  it  the  Arabs  say — tour  deforce? 

Wen  they  finally  got  through  after 
wity  of  the  most  startling  minutes  in  the 
libry  of  the  Topaze,  Christy  took  his 
rppet  from  his  lips  and  stood  there,  vic- 
olius  over  himself,  like  the  Nike  of  Samo- 
nce.  Other  and  weaker  men  could  sell 
h  souls  for  a  mess  of  be-bop,  just  to  win 
a  ■  dame,  even  the  most  wonderful  dame 
nl  le  universe.  Not'  Christy  Sommers.  He 
n  a  musician  first,  and  if  there  was  any- 


thing left  over,  a  lover  second.  He  was  a  man 
of  eight  cylinders,  Christy  Sommers,  a  man 

who  

"Christy?" 

He  peered  through  the  night-club  smog 
and  saw  little  Miss  Cool,  almost  at  his  elbow. 

"Christy — were  you  playing  that  for  me?" 

Mr.  Sommers  began  reverting  to  type,  and 
he  stood  there  with  his  ten  thumbs  once 
more,  uncertain  and  a  little  panicky. 

"Oh,  Christy — I  could  tell  from  the  way 
you  played  that  it  wasn't  just  another  num- 
ber," she  said,  reaching  forth  with  both 
hands  and  taking  his  hands,  like  June  Ally- 
son  telling  Jimmy  Stewart  what  a  big,  won- 
derful fool  he  was.  "That  was  for  me,  wasn't 
it?"  She  smiled  tenderly.  "And  I  never 
dreamed;  I  never  dreamed." 

There  comes  a  time  in  even  the  most  in- 
articulate man's  life  when  he  comes  face  to 
face  with  the  big  decision.  Was  Christy  Som- 
mers going  to  gulp  like  Li'l  Abner  when 
God's  wonderful  child  was  standing  there 
before  him,  starry-eyed?  Christy  Sommers 
was  not. 

"Sure  that  was  for  you,"  he  said,  with 
startling  boldness.  "That  was  just  for  you, 
and  if  you  will  let  me  take  you  home  tonight, 
instead  of  Lionhead  Kelly,  I  will  explain 
further." 

She  just  beamed  at  him,  all  soft  and  tender 
and  waiting  for  the  diamond  ring.  "Of 
course,  Christy,"  she  said.  "Of  course." 

The  short-shaven  Mr.  Kelly,  fortunately, 
never  saw  them  leave,  a  few  minutes  later. 
He  was  still  sitting  at  the  table  and  rearrang- 
ing bankbooks  this  way  and  that  and  trying 
to  figure  out  how,  if  he  put  twenty  thousand 
in  this  one  and  took  eight  thousand  from 
that,  he  could  reduce  his  income-tax  liability 
successfully.  But  Mr.  Sommers  did  take  a 
fast  look  at  the  music-news  magazine  that 
lay  on  the  little  table  right  where  Miss 
Weyer  had  been  sitting.  He  couldn't  help 
but  see  the  headlines: 

"Bop  Going  Slippety-Slop.  Jazz  Seen 
in  Renaissance,  as  Goatee  Set  Begins 
to  Drop  Cool  Drool  for  Dixie." 

This  is  not  to  suggest  that  Miss  Weyer 
was  a  commercial  woman  who  knew  which 
side  her  bread  was  buttered  on,  because  as 
Christy  told  Bill  Connolly,  this  one  could 
make  five  hundred  a  week  as  a  model.  But 
we  must  remember  she  was  twenty-one.  At 
twenty-one,  you  wear  your  hatbrim  up  one 
year  and  down  the  next;  your  hair  is  short 
one  spring  and  long  the  next.  The  most  im- 
portant thing  in  the  whole  wide  world  is  to  be 
in  step.  Or  on  the  ball,  to  use  an  archaic  ex- 
pression from  1945. 

Of  course,  it  could  be  that  she  was  in  love 
with  the  guy,  besides.  There  may  be  nothing 
so  worthless  as  a  $200-a-week  trumpet 
player,  but  check  up  on  how  often  he  gets  the 
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"Learning  to  ride  was,  for  me.  a  necessity."  Elizabeth  Bvall,  with 
braces  above  both  knees,  was  advised  bv  a  surgeon,  "If  vou  ride,  vou 
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By  ELMZABETH  It  I  It  I  BY  ALL 


ANNOT  walk  without  crutches — yet 
y  handicap  is  my  greatest  privilege, 
ven  a  choice  of  staying  as  I  am  or  re- 
1|  ruing  to  what  I  think  I  would  have 
H  I  would  unhesitatingly  remain  as  I 
fl\nd  because  I  cannot  remember  any 

0  when  I  was  without  an  unlimited  en- 
iasm  for  living.  I  have  never  felt  handi- 
Hid.  If  more  people  would  realize  that 

■  icapped  people  want  most  to  be 
Bed  as  normal  human  beings,  and  al- 
ii to  live  as  normal  a  life  as  possible. 
J  would  be  fewer  really  handicapped 

1  'US. 

uien  I  was  two  I  had  infantile  paralysis, 
never  since  then  I  have  been  definitely 
a  visibly  crippled.  I  wear  braces  which 
4  above  my  knees  and  use  crutches 
H  I  walk.  I  gave  up  the  career  I  origi- 

I  wanted  because  it  was  not  '"open"  to 
]  son  with  my  handicap.  * 

I I  my  life  has  been  full.  I  have  a  hus- 
*  whom  I  love,  a  job  which  is  absorbing. 
<  most  of  my  own  housekeeping,  can 
>  anything  from  stew  to  lemon-meringue 

■  edecorate  the  house  when  the  whim 
il  me.  I  ride  horseback  and  entertain 
fl .  Outside  of  my  handicap.  I  have  al- 
B  been  well  and  strong — concerned  with 
u  ng  as  little  of  living  as  possible ! 

m  determination  to  lead  a  normal  life 
a  when  I  was  five,  and  first  "taken 
and  put  together  again"— a  splendid 
ich  corrected  certain  tendon  con- 
and  set  me  on  my  feet,  literally 
Tguratively.  with  braces  and  crutches, 
roraces  extended  to  my  waist  and  locked 
tie  knees  when  I  was  standing  or  walk- 

■  Mother  patiently  taught  me  how  to 
with  my  new  equipment,  and  I  took 

q  first  step  amid  the  whistles  of  the 
ristice  following  World  War  I . 
,  cause  it  took  me  a  while  to  discover  all 
Wtricks  of  proficiency  on  crutches.  I 
M't  start  formal  schooling  until  I  was 
m  ■  But  thanks  to  mother's  teaching.  I 
^able  to  join  my  class  in  fourth  grade. 
1j 1 principal  reluctantly  agreed  to  try'  me. 
Wir  as  my  classmates  were  concerned.  I 
^in  from  the  start.  Children  are  un- 
sllly  democratic  and  eager  to  accept  one 
rtjis  handicapped  if  the  handicapped  one 
uger  to  be  accepted.  My  mother  en- 
gaged this  association  with  other  chil- 
I .  and  as  a  result  I  have  never  suffered 
-i  feeling  of  isolation. 


I  have  always  been  crazy  about  horses, 
and  my  intense  interest  by  the  time  I  was 
five  was  not  of  the  spectator  variety.  Even 
before  I  could  sit  up  without  support,  I 
wanted  to  ride  every  Shetland  pony  I  saw 
and  usually  found  some  kindred-spirit 
horse  lover  who  would  lead  the  pony,  keep- 
ing a  firm  arm  around  me,  until  his  energy 
failed. 

Learning  to  ride  was,  for  me.  a  necessity. 
Not  only  because  of  my  great  love  for 
horses  and  my  tremendous  pleasure  in  rid- 
ing, but  because  it  was  the  one  active  sport 
in  which  I  could  participate  with  some  de- 
gree of  equality  with  //^handicapped  peo- 
ple. However,  every  handicapped  person, 
every  child  particularly,  will  sooner  or 
later  meet  opposition  to  some  activity  in 
which  he  wants  to  participate — and  my 
family  thought  riding,  for  me,  involved  far 
too  great  a  physical  risk. 

I  decided  to  discuss  the  matter  with  my 
orthopedic  surgeon.  We  had  met  when  I  was 
five,  just  before  my  first  operation,  and  I 
felt  he  would  understand.  He  did. 

"We  take  a  chance  in  everything  we 
do,"  he  said.  "If  you  ride,  you  may  get  hurt, 
but  I  feel  the  benefit  riding  will  be  to  you 
outweighs  the  chance  you  will  take." 

So  I  rode,  and  almost  immediately  noted 
improvement  in  my  physical  abilities.  Dur- 
ing these  first  years  of  riding  I  was  still 
wearing  braces  which  locked  at  the  knee. 
Following  my  second  operation,  at  sixteen, 
they  were  reduced  in  length  to  halfway  be- 
tween my  knee  and  hip.  Then  when  I  was 
twenty-one,  my  doctor  said,  "Well,  Betty, 
I  think  it's  time  we  gave  you  back  your 
knees."  So  I  had  new  braces  with  open 
joints  (ones  which  bend  freely  forward  at 
the  knee  at  all  times,  but  which  remain 
fixed  backward  when  you  throw  your 
weight  and  your  knees  back  against  them). 

I  had  been  riding  occasionally  with  a 
friend,  but  now  I  took  it  up  seriously  under 
the  tutelage  of  a  veteran  rider  whose  knowl- 
edge of  horsemanship  and  ability  to  instruct 
were  superb.  I  practiced  riding  exercises  on 
an  indoor  track  until  my  balance  became 
second  nature  and  my  horse  and  I  were 
really  one.  Since  I  tire  easily  from  a  jerky 
type  of  motion.  I  ride  gaited  horses  when- 
ever possible  and  omit  the  trot. 

Finally  I  reached  a  proficiency  sufficient 
to  permit  me  to  ride  on  bridle  paths  in  the 
park.  In  the  beginning  I  had  to  have  a  lead 


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rein  from  my  instructor's  horse  to  mine,  but 
it  was  so  wonderful  to  be  allowed  to  ride  out 
with  others  that  the  lead  rein  was  more  than 
compensated  for. 

Until  my  braces  were  made  with  open 
joints  at  the  knee,  1  had  ridden  a  long  stir- 
rup. Now  I  still  wear  braces,  but  I  have  a 
choice  of  long  or  short  stirrups.  Sometimes 
I  ride  one,  sometimes  the  other.  But  having 
my  knees  free  to  move  gave  me  a  wonderful 
new  flexibility,  not  only  in  riding  but  in  all 
my  moving  about. 

During  my  sixteenth  summer  1  interrupted 
school  to  undergo  my  second  operation.  It 
was  a  three-month  layover,  but  when  I 
emerged  I  felt  like  a  liberated  soul.  My 
braces  still  extended  above  my  knees,  and  I 
still  needed  crutches— but  I  was  straight  and 
tall  and  undeformed. 

It  was  then  that  I  made  my  first  concession 
to  society :  I  began  wearing  my  skirts  ankle 
length.  Short  skirts  appeared  to  me  a  pitiful 
attempt  at  normalcy  which  accentuated  the 
heavy  braces  on  my  legs,  but  to  be  on  the 
safe  side  I  checked  with  two  male  friends,  one 
a  psychiatrist.  They  both  agreed  it  would 
be  ridiculous  for  anyone  not  to  make  use 
of  any  device  which  made  his  appearance 
more  normal — more  acceptable  to  a  normal 
world. 

I  feel  the  same  way  about  crutches:  no 
rosewood  crutches!  They're  like  rosewood 
caskets— they're  permanent!  And  I  try  to 
create  the  appearance  of  a  temporary  condi- 
tion. My  crutches  are  the  ordinary,  everyday 
broken-leg  kind  of  crutches.  When  an  in- 
tern asked  once  if  I  had  broken  a  leg,  I  knew 
I  had  achieved  my  goal.  He  had  paid  me  the 
highest  compliment  possible. 

I  also  began  thinking  about  the  rest  of 
my  clothes,  and  how  I  could  develop  a  good 
"clothes  sense."  Hats  are  my  pet  passion — 
delectable  little  hats  with  veils.  The  latter 
serve  two  purposes:  they  satisfy  my  vanity; 
and,  what's  more,  they  assure  me  that  the 
hat  will  stay  in  place.  A  gal  with  two  crutches 
has  no  hands  for  hat  holding ! 

I  make  many  of  my  hats,  because  it's  fun; 
and  also  design  and  make  most  of  my  clothes 
with  the  exception  of  a  few  dinner  dresses, 
slacks  and  blouses,  because  it's  practical.  I 
have  tried  hard  to  determine  a  definite 
style — one  which  plays  up  my  individual- 
ity without  being  extreme  or  bizarre,  and 
makes  me  appear  exquisitely  groomed  at  all 
times. 

I  had  to  pay  attention  to  clothes  following 
this  second  operation,  because  it  was  then 
that  I  began  real  dating.  Dating  was  never 
much  of  a  problem  for  me  because  I  learned 
early  that  if  a  man  asked  for  a  date,  he  un- 
doubtedly wanted  to  see  me.  My  problem 
was  the  same  as  that  of  any  unhandicapped 
gal:  how  to  create  a  good  impression  so  he'd 
like  me  and  come  back  again.  I  found  that 
older  men  were  more  interested  in  me  than 
those  my  own  age,  and  that  they  were  also 
more  at  ease  and  made  things  easier  for  me. 
The  most  important  thing  I  had  to  remem- 
ber was:  all  men  are  highly  sensitive  to  diffi- 
cult or  embarrassing  situations,  and  the  best 
way  to  avoid  them,  at  least  at  first,  is 
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latter ! 

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tijficult  field  for  a  handicapped  woman, 
■modeling  and  it  smoothed  the  ragged 
m  my  morale. 

it  i  I  was  twenty-one  I  met  Bruce,  the 
li  chief  of  a  young  writers'  group.  He 
lit  me  a  long  time  with  no  particular 
H.  to  my  handicap — and  said,  simply, 
if  i  you  soon."  We  had  our  first  date 
n  t  week.  Although  we  decided  almost 
iftitely  that  "this  was  it,"  we  made  no 
li  marriage  plans  for  several  years,  since 
I  as  going  to  Penn  part  time  and  work- 
x  time.  Meanwhile,  I  took  my  present 
B'gal  Friday"  to  a  psychiatrist.  My 
■ures  me  that  he  has  never  found  my 
■p  an  occupational  handicap.  In  fact, 
ia  2s  me  to  establish  an  almost  immedi- 
tK>rt  with  a  patient — one  I  could  not 
I  je  attain. 

li  Bruce  and  I  set  our  wedding  date 
di  se  October.  We  wanted  a  formal 
|jjwedding  and  my  family  and  friends 
bious.  But  when  I  spoke  to  the  min- 
d  told  him  I  wanted  to  come  all  the 
ATI  the  aisle  on  crutches,  his  "Splen- 
'as  at  once  sincere  and  understand- 
ore  a  long  white  wedding  gown,  and 
>ecial  concession  had  my  crutches 
off-white!  I  had  arranged  with  the 
to  match  my  best  pace  with  the 
iy  slowing  it  considerably — and  the 
went  off  without  a  hitch.  Now  I'm  a 
ition  career  gal-housewife.  My  sched- 
dws  closely  that  of  unhandicapped 
the  same  spot.  I  do  the  breakfast 
ieds  and  general  straightening  up  be- 
eave  for  work,  and  after  work  fre- 
do  the  marketing. 
>icks  me  up  on  his 
ne,  and  I  fix  dinner 
e  does  the  endless 
tn  chores.  Bruce 
small  sturdy  table 

r.ers  which  solves   

ving  problems.  I 
t  my  regular  laun- 

d  a  high-school  girl  does  the  heavy 

!  Saturday  mornings. 

lly  I  have  learned  to  depend  on  a 
of  little  devices  which  may  seem 
the  surface,  but  actually  my  status 

•ends  upon  them.  For  instance,  my 
ile  is  in  comparatively  good  shape — 
I:  it's  sort  of  "left  foot  forward!"— so 
i  s  wear  a  silver  anklet.  It  does  look 
I  — an  anklet  around  an  ankle  already 
■by  steel — but  whenever  I  meet  any- 
m  his  eyes  instinctively  leave  my  face 
I:  quick  survey  of  my  handicap,  his 
|mi  is  invariably  held  for  a  split  sec- 
I  that  anklet.  He  is  certainly  sur- 
9  -perhaps  a  bit  shocked.  It  takes  me 
||  split  second  to  regain  his  attention, 
$:  first  bucket-of-cold-watef  effect  a 
ft  p  has  is  smoothed  over.  It's  always 
to  he  handicapped  person  to  put  the 
I  How  at  ease. 

■  ts  of  all  handicapped  children  should 
jy  special  assistance  necessary  to  aid 
id  in  achievement  of  this  social  adjust- 

■  le  should  have  lessons  in  anything  for 
lie  has  a  reasonable  ability  or  talent, 

■  lessons  will  enable  him  to  have  some- 
g  >  offer  others.  I  once  knew  a  high- 
|>oy  who  was  blind,  but  he  played  such 
■2rful  piano  that  the  gang  was  always 
in  include  him.  Socially  you  must  al- 

■  mpensate  for  the  lack  your  handicap 
1—  and  you  must  cwrcompensate  to  be 

C  5S. 

(handicapped  child  must  also  be  en- 
id  to  be  somewhat  aggressive,  to  de- 
fhadership,  to  participate.  He  must  be 
lliged  to  try  whatever  is  within  his 
fly  to  do.  The  instinctive  fear  of  all 

■  him  that  he  may  come  to  further 
I  must  be  played  down.  Fear  is  the 
fl,nemy  of  the  child's  adjustment.  Sen- 
Wrecaution  such  as  is  taught  his  un- 
aided brothers,  yes.  Specific  fear  related 
Mandicap,  no. 

V|  experiences  of  my  own  stand  out  in 
ilid.  I  was  riding  one  peaceful  after- 
■li  a  ditto  horse,  only  to  have  a  sudden 
■rstorm  send  my  horse — and  me — 
w\l  along  the  road  at  a  great  rate.  I 
t'tay  on  a  horse  by  gripping  with  my 


Life  is  a  foreign  language; 
all  men  mispronounce  it. 

—CHRISTOPHER  MORLEY. 
Thunder  on  the  Left. 


knees  and  thighs,  and  depend  upon  shift- 
ing my  balance  to  meet  the  motion  of  the 
horse  to  keep  my  seat.  But  when  we  turned 
into  home  this  trip,  I  was  standing  in  the 
stirrups  and  taking  my  corners  like  a  jockey. 
No,  I  couldn't  do  it  again  voluntarily.  But 
that  I  could  do  it  again  if  the  need  arose,  I 
have  no  doubt. 

Another  time,  when  I  was  riding  Gunga 
Din,  a  slim  chestnut  sorrel,  we  approached 
a  very  low  coping  and  I  suggested  to 
Gunga  Din  that  he  step  over  it  instead 
of  going  around.  Instead,  he  jumped! 
His  recovery  when  we  landed  was  so  smooth 
that  at  first  I  didn't  realize  what  hap- 
pened. This  was  unthinkable — I'd  promised 
my  family  never  to  take  any  chances! 
And  because  of  this  promise  I've  never 
jumped  again,  but  just  remembering  it  still 
thrills  me. 

Handicapped  persons  are  often  encouraged 
to  intermarry  and  have  a  social  life  all  their 
own— a  social  life  which  might  include,  of  all 
things,  crutch  dances.  Handicapped  persons 
encouraged  thus  will  never  make  the  normal 
social  grade,  for  they  arouse  only  one 
emotion — pity.  For  one  handicapped  person 
to  marry  another  is  a  sort  of  mutual  anes- 
thesia which  does  not  bring  about  good  social 
adjustment  for  the  individual. 

To  participate  in  any  activity  where  you 
cannot  match  the  activity  of  normal  people 
to  an  acceptable  degree  only  sets  you 
farther  apart  from  normal  people — arouses 
their  sympathy,  but  not  their  admiration. 
I  cannot  dance.  Therefore,  I  don't  go  to 
dances  unless  there  are 
■■■■■■i     other  activities  as  well. 

For  social  reasons,  as 
well  as  physical,  it  is  most 
important   for  a  handi- 
capped person  to  choose  a 
doctor  who  has  a  seasoned 
■■■■■■^M      understanding,  apprecia- 
tion and  regard  for  the 
tremendous  importance  of  your  attaining 
social  effectiveness. 

For  instance,  many  orthopedic  men,  in 
their  decision  concerning  a  severely  weak- 
ened leg,  will  recommend  ankylosing  (stiff- 
ening) the  joints  so  that  the  leg  can  bet- 
ter bear  weight  without  a  brace.  This  hap- 
pened to  me  once,  and  I  cannot  overes- 
timate the  terrific  additional  handicap  that 
stiff  leg  caused.  People  fell  over  me  in 
theaters,  trains,  buses!  It  was  not  only  a 
nuisance,  but  it  made  me  appear  more  handi- 
capped. Unless  it's  a  matter  of  absolute 
necessity,  I  would  say  "no"  when  this 
measure  is  suggested. 

And  of  course  it  was  essential  to  learn  how 
to  use  my  crutches  as  unobtrusively  as 
possible.  Stairs  are  the  hardest.  If  there  is  a 
usable  handrail  and  I'm  in  a  great  hurry,  I 
usually  go  up  stairs  backward.  If  it's  a 
social  occasion,  I  go  up  forward.  And  because 
many  stairs  have  no  handrail  at  all,  I  had  to 
learn  how  to  go  forward,  using  both  crutches. 
It  was  difficult,  but  again  I  practiced  at  home 
first. 

When  people  offer  to  help  I  follow  this 
general  rule:  if  by  permitting  them  to  help  I 
can  save  an  otherwise  embarrassing  situ- 
ation, or  if  I  can  do  the  thing  more  gracefully 
with  a  little  extra  help,  then  I  accept. 
Usually  I  need  help  mounting  and  dismount- 
ing from  a  horse,  but  I  never  accept  preference 
in  things  such  as  choice  seats,  a  place  in  line, 
or  the  like. 

My  handicap  has  become  for  me  a  pass 
card  to  amazing  experiences  and  encounters. 
People  seek  me  out — interesting  people.  My 
handicap  automatically  filters  out  the 
people  unimportant  to  me.  Some  people  re- 
sent me;  others  find  me  disturbing;  but  with- 
out exception  the  people  who  seek  me  out 
are  interesting  and  have  much  to  offer.  I 
have  a  "different"  way  of  life  to  offer  them. 
They  have  a  "normal"  way  of  life  to  offer 
me. 

I  am  physically  handicapped,  yes.  But 
while  living  within  the  mechanically  imposed 
limits  of  my  handicap,  I  have  tried  to  fit  so 
convincingly  into  a  normal  way  of  life  that 
the  unhandicapped,  not  I,  are  missing  some- 
thing. My  life  is  far  from  handicapped ! 

THE  KIN  I) 


New  tests  by 
leading  skin  specialists 
PROVE  the  amazing 
mildness  of  Cashmere 
Bouquet  on  all  types  of  skin ! 

Yes,  in  laboratory  tests  conducted  under  severest 
conditions  on  normal,  dry  and  oily  skin  types  .  .  . 
Cashmere  Bouquet  Soap  was  proved  amazingly  mild!  So 
use  Cashmere  Bouquet  regularly  in  your  daily  bath 
and  for  your  complexion,  too.  It  will  leave  your 
skin  softer,  smoother  .  .  .  flower-fresh  and  younger 
looking!  The  lingering,  romantic  fragrance  of 
Cashmere  Bouquet  comes  only  from  a  secret  wedding 
of  rare  perfumes,  far  costlier  than  you  would  expect 
to  find  in  any  soap.  Fastidious  women  cherish 
Cashmere  Bouquet  lor  this  "fragrance  men  love". 


V' 


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Bouquet 


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AMERICAN  BEAUTY'S 


l.urkv  l.'I  Wardrobe  HIO.'I.  IT. 


Nancy  Davies,  nineteen,  of  Hanford,  California,  likes 
"easy  clothes  that  you  don't  have  to  think  too 
much  about  when  you're  dressing.  I  always  seem  to 
be  in  a  rush,  hopping  in  and  out  of  clothes  on 
the  double."  Doubling  here  for  Nancy's  pleasure 
are  skirts  and  tops  to  wear  as  one  or  to  scramble,  as 
she  wishes;  the  exception  being  a  favorite  shirtwaist 
dress  in  tablecloth  fabric.    •    By  CYNTHIA  McADOO. 


Shantung  two-piece:  softly  folded  skirt,  $12.95; 
cardigan  blouse,  88.95;  by  Stanley  Wyllins. 
Crocheted  natural  straw  hat.  by  Mr.  Alf.  S6.95. 


t  ■  »  I 


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new-dim  lines.  h\  Cynthia  Cano,ahnutf22.95. 


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LADIES'  HOME  JOLKNAL 


is  gentle  care  keeps  lingerie 
rely  3  times  as  long 


lovely  slips  and  nighties  —  pure 
B,  rayons,  nylons,  too  —  Barbara 
iwyck  always  insists  on  gentle  Lux 
;es  care.  Screen  stars  know  there's  no 
-  care  for  pretty  colors  and  delicate 
ics.  Scientific  washing  tests  prove 
;'s  true.  Wrong  washing  methods 

fade  colors,  tear  delicate  lace, 
iny,  sheer  diamonds  of  Lux  whisk 
y  every  trace  of  soil,  yet  leave  undies 
per,  sweeter  than  any  other  kind  of 
L  Lux  Flakes  are  so  mild,  this  gentle 

keeps  the  most  gorgeous  lingerie 
[-looking  3  times  as  long!  To  keep 
|-  pretty  undies  lovely  as  a  star's,  pro- 

them  the  safe  Lux  way. 


FOLLOW 
THE  STARS... 

LUX  FLAKES 
FOR  THAT 
LUX  LOOK 


!  Fatter  <  Sudsier!  So  Safe  ! 
Long  life  far  waihables ... 
Thrifty  for  d-jher.  kinder  fa  band* 


Barbara  Stanwyck  likes  lovely  slips  and  nighties. 
One  of  her  favorites  is  a  green-orchid  nylon  nightie 
wiih  line  pleating  iliui  won't  >\asli  out. 


BARBARA  STANWYCK 
star  of 

"NO  MAN  OF  HER  OWN" 

A  Paramount  Picture 


It 1 


LADIES'  HOME  JOl  R  N  \1 


Soaping  dulls  hair. 
Halo  glorifies  it ! 


Not  a  soap, 

not  a  cream  

Halo  cannot  leave 
dulling,  dirt-catching 
soap  film! 


Removes 
embarrassing 
dandruff  from  both 
hair  and  scalp! 


Yes,  "soaping"  your  hair  with 
even  finest  liquid  or  oily  cream 
shampoos  leaves  dulling, 
dirt-catching  film.  Halo,  made 
with  a  new  patented  ingredient, 
contains  no  soap,  no  sticky  oils. 
Thus  Halo  glorifies  your  hair 
the  very  first  time  you  use  it. 

Ask  for  Halo  America's 
favorite  shampoo   at  any  drug 
or  cosmetic  counter! 


Gives  fragrant 
'soft-water"  lather 

 needs  no 

special  rinse! 


Halo  leaves  hair 

soft,  manageable  

shining  with  colorful 
natural  highlights! 


Halo  reveals  the  hidden  beauty  of  your  hair! 


mi;  run. ii  who 
NEVER  I.IIKW 

(Continued  from  Page  35) 

Almost  one  person  in  every  hundred  is  or 
will  be  mentally  retarded,  and  of  these  the 
majority  are  retarded  from  noninherited 
causes.  The  old  stigma  of  "something  in 
the  family"  is  all  too  often  unjust. 

The  total  number  of  retarded  children  is 
not  large  in  proportion  to  the  whole  popula- 
tion, and  yet  it  is  enough  to  cause  trouble 
everywhere.  Homes  are  unhappy,  parents 
distraught,  schoolrooms  confused  by  the 
presence  of  these  who  for  no  fault  of  their 
own  are  as  they  are.  As  parents  die  or  cannot 
care  for  them,  as  teachers  give  them  up, 
these  children  drift  helplessly  into  the  world, 
creating  havoc  wherever  they  go.  They  be- 
come the  tools  of  those  more  clever;  they  are 
the  hopeless  juvenile  delinquents;  they  fall 
into  criminal  ways  because  they  know  not 
what  they  do.  And  all  they  do  is  done  in  in- 
nocence, for  of  God's  many  children  these 
are  the  most  innocent. 

I  rejoice  in  the  dawn  of  a  better  under- 
standing of  such  children,  for  the  public  at- 
titude until  now  has  been  a  sorely  mistaken 
one.  Parents  have  been  bewildered  and 
ashamed  when  their  child  is  backward,  when 
he  cannot  learn  in  school,  when  perhaps  he 
cannot  even  learn  to  talk.  It  has  been  a  mis- 
fortune to  be  hidden.  Neighbors  whisper 
that  So-and-so's  child  is  "not  right."  The 
family  is  taught  to  try  to  pretend  that  poor 
Harry  or  Susie  is  only  slow.  The  shame  of 
the  parents  infects  all  the  children  and  sor- 
row spreads  its  blight.  The  child  himself, 
poor  little  one.  feels,  though  he  cannot  com- 
prehend, his  own  inferiority.  He  lives  in  sur- 
rounding gloom.  His  mother  cannot  smile 
when  she  looks  at  him,  and  his  father  looks 
away  at  the  sight  of  him.  In  spite  of  their 
tender  love  for  him — for  to  the  honor  of  the 
human  heart,  it  can  passionately  protect  the 
helpless  creature  who  is  its  cross — the  child 
understands  enough  to  know  that  there  is 
something  unfortunate  about  him.  His 
shadow  falls  before  him.  wherever  he  goes. 

Now,  thank  God,  the  shadow  lifts.  Wise 
men  and  women  are  beginning  to  reason  that 
it  is  only  common  sense  to  accept  the  men- 
tally retarded  person  as  part  of  the  human 
family,  and  to  educate  him  in  the  things  he 
can  do,  so  that  he  may  be  happy  in  himself 
and  useful  to  society.  That  this  may  be  done, 
the  primary  work  of  research  must  progress 
as  it  never  has.  We  must  somehow  discover 
why  it  is  that  so  many  people  do  not  develop 
mentally  to  their  full  capacity.  There  must 
be  remediable  causes  and  certainly  there  are 
preventable  causes.  We  know,  for  example, 
that  if  a  woman  has  German  measles  in  the 
first  three  months  of  pregnancy,  her  child 
may  be  born  mentally  defective,  but  we  do 
not  know  why.  We  must  know  why.  The 
Mongoloid  child  can  appear  in  any  family. 
He  is  really  an  unfinished  child  and  is  usu- 
ally a  first  or  last  child.  We  must  find  out 
what  conditions  in  the  mother  cause  this 
child.  It  is  not  necessary  that  children  be 
born  never  to  grow  to  their  fullest  selves. 
The  windows  are  opened,  at  last,  upon  this 
dark  corner  of  human  life  and  the  light 
shines  upon  the  children's  faces  and  into  the 
hearts  of  their  parents. 

That  my  child,  therefore,  may  have  some 
small  share  in  creating  this  new  light.  I  tell 
her  story.  She  cannot  know  what  she  does,  but 
I  who  am  her  mother  will  do  it  for  her  and  in 
her  name,  that  others  like  her  may  have  the 
benefits  of  a  fuller  knowledge,  a  better  under- 
standing.* It  will  not  be  easy  to  tell  it  all  truth- 
fully, but  it  is  of  no  use  to  tell  it  otherwise. 
Perhaps  when  it  is  finished  there  will  be 
Comfort  because  it  is  told  for  a  high  purpose. 

I  must  go  back  into  the  early  years  of  my 
young  womanhood  no,  even  before  that. 
When  I  was  a  little  girl  myself,  not  more 
than  seven  years  old,  living  in  C  hina,  I  had 
an  awakening  of  the  spirit.  Until  then  I  sup- 
ixwe  I  was  the  usual  sellish  childish  creature, 
thinking  of  play  and  of  nothing  <  ls<-  except 
having  my  own  way.    I  had  few  children 


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with  and  one  of  my  dear  friends 
ay  young  American  woman,  who 
a  very  short  time  next  door  to  us. 
•narried,  and  during  the  few  months 
our  neighbor  she  had  a  baby  girl 
ler.  It  was  my  first  experience  of  an 
i  baby  and  of  all  the  tender  care 
average  American  baby  gets, 
morning  I  was  the  attendant  at  the 
xmred  the  water  and  warmed  the 
i  handed  the  mother  the  little  gar- 
ne  by  one.  I  was  allowed  a  moment 
vn,  when  the  fair-haired  blue-eyed 
oy,  smelling  sweetly  of  soap  and 
,  was  put  into  my  arms.  That  was 
t  of  the  day  for  me.  I  can  remember 
v,  even  after  I  have  held  so  many 
i  my  arms,  babies  of  many  colors 
3,  the  joy  of  that  first  little  one.  I 
ive  grieved  very  much  when  the 

neighbors  went  their  way.  had  not 
little  sister  been  born,  fortunately, 
e  spring  in  the  heart  of  the  vast  old 
he  Yangtze  River  which  was  then 
:.  I  busied  myself  mightily  about  our 
y.  My  mother  was  desperately  ill 
birth,  and  the  chief  care  of  the  baby 

our  old  Chinese  amah  and  me.  I 
appy  I  did  not  know  how  near  my 
vas  to  death. 

■  begun  this  story  so  long  ago  be- 
an see  now  that  I  loved  my  child 
>re  she  was  born.  I  wanted  children 
m,  as  most  women  do,  but  I  think 
se  love  of  life  added  depth  to  natural 
Something  certainly  I  learned  from 
iese,  who  value  children  above  all 
:.  The  Chinese  love  children  for  their 
;s  and  beyond.  Children  mean  the 
y  of  human  life,  and  human  life  is 
il  and  precious.  I 


The  firsl  pe 
W  thoughts,  t 


words, 
deeds. 


the  atmosphere 

I  was  reared, 
lild  was  born  in 
ht  of  my  young 
ood.  I  was  full  of 
and  vigor  and  the 
it  of  life.  My  life 
aces  which  might 

ange  to  my  fellow  Americans  but 
ere  not  strange  to  me.  My  home 
.  outside  a  small  mud-walled  town 
China.  From  my  windows  I  looked 
•sof  flat  farm  land,  green  with  wheat 
hum  in  the  summer,  and  in  the  win- 
)lor  of  dust.  Springtimes  were  love- 
above  the  young  green  wheat  mi- 
mmered.  We  had  neither  lakes  nor 
is  near,  but  the  mirages  brought 
as.  They  hung  like  fantastic  dreams 
e  horizon.  It  was  difficult  to  believe 
/  were  not  real. 


rfeolion  is  good 
he  seeond  good 
and    the    third  good 
— ZAD  SPARAM. 


E I  /ery  young  woman,  I  had  many 
n1  There  were  books  that  I  wanted  to 

i  en  I  had  lived  enough  to  know  life. 
[  i  always  wanted  in  plenty  and  over- 
nj  and  I  think,  looking  back,  that  I 
fi  an  to  meet  it.  Certainly  I  always 
&  children.  So  when  I  knew  my  first 

^  to  be  born,  one  year  in  the  spring, 
0;  ose  to  the  height  of  my  dreams.  I 

0  now  then  that  there  was  to  be  only 

1  id  not  think  of  such  a  possibility, 
y  ng  had  always  gone  well  with  me, 
I  e.  I  was  one  of  the  fortunately  born, 
'k  ood  fortune  for  granted.  I  saw  my 
5  )11  of  children. 

ejmber  so  well  the  first  time  my  little 
n  saw  each  other.  It  was  a  warm  mild 
w  in  March.  A  Chinese  friend  had 
Mme  a  pot  of  budding  plum  blossoms 

before,  and  a  spray  of  them  had 
e<  That  was  the  first  thing  I  saw  when 
Kj'Ut  of  the  ether.  The  next  thing  was 
5V's  face.  The  young  Chinese  nurse 
*  ?ped  her  in  a  pink  blanket  and  she 
hi  up  for  me  to  see.  Mine  was  a  pretty 

lusually  so.  Her  features  were  clear, 
y  even  then,  it  seemed  to  me,  wise  and 

ie  looked  at  me  and  I  at  her  with 
Vc  comprehension  and  I  laughed, 
e  :mber  I  said  to  the  nurse.  "Doesn't 
«  very  wise  for  her  age?  "  She  was  then 
r  i  an  hour  old. 

j  does,  indeed,"  the  nurse  declared. 
>  p  is  beautiful  too.  There  is  a  special 
'>  for  this  child." 


147 

How  often  have  I  thought  of  those  words! 
I  thought  of  them  proudly  at  first,  as  the 
child  grew,  always  healthy,  always  good.  I 
remember  when  she  was  two  months  old  that 
an  old  friend  saw  her  for  the  first  time.  The 
child  had  never  seen  a  man  with  a  black 
mustache  before  and  she  stared  for  a  moment 
and  then  drew  down  her  little  mouth  to  weep, 
though  some  pride  kept  her  from  actual 
tears. 

"Extraordinary."  my  friend  said.  "She 
knows  already  what  is  strange  to  her." 

I  remember  when  she  was  only  a  month 
older  that  she  lay  in  her  little  basket  upon 
the  sun  deck  of  a  ship.  I  had  taken  her  there 
for  the  morning  air  as  we  traveled.  The  peo- 
ple who  promenaded  upon  the  deck  stopped 
often  to  look  at  her,  and  my  pride  grew  as 
they  spoke  of  her  unusual  beauty  and  of  the 
intelligence  of  her  deep  blue  eyes. 

I  DO  not  know  where  or  at  what  moment 
the  growth  of  her  intelligence  stopped,  nor  to 
this  day  do  we  know  why  it  did.  There  was 
nothing  in  my  family  to  make  me  fear  that 
my  child  might  be  one  of  those  who  do  not 
grow.  Indeed,  I  was  fortunate  in  my  own 
ancestry  on  both  sides.  My  father's  family 
was  distinguished  for  achievement  in  lan- 
guages and  letters,  and  my  mother's  family 
was  a  cultivated  one.  On  her  father's  side  my 
child  had  a  sturdy  ancestry,  which  had  oc- 
casionally produced  persons  of  distinction. 
I  had  no  fears  of  any  sort — indeed,  I  was  al- 
most too  innocent  of  fear.  I  had  seen  in  my 
youth  only  one  defective  child,  the  little 
son  of  a  missionary,  and  he  had  made  no  im- 
pression on  me  beyond  one  of  love  and  pity. 
Of  Chinese  children  of  the  sort  I  had  seen 
none.  There  seem  to  be  very  few,  and  such 
as  there  are  remain  at 
^■■MH  home,  carefully  tended 
Perhaps,  too,  they  die 
young.  At  any  rate,  no 
young  mother  could  have 
been  less  prepared  than  I 
for  what  was  to  come. 
■j^^MH^H^HB  My  little  daughter's 
body  continued  its  healthy 
progress.  We  had  left  North  China  by  then, 
and  were  living  in  Nanking,  which,  next  to 
Peking,  perhaps,  is  China's  richest  city  in 
history  and  humanity.  Though  my  home 
was  inside  the  city  walls,  it  was  still  coun- 
try living.  Our  house  was  surrounded  by 
lawn  and  gardens,  a  bamboo  grove  and 
great  trees.  When  the  city  walls  were  built, 
centuries  ago,  enough  land  was  enclosed  so 
that  if  the  city  were  besieged,  the  people 
would  not  starve.  Our  compound  was  sur- 
rounded by  farms  and  fish  ponds. 

It  was  a  pleasant  and  healthy  home  for  a 
child.  She  was  still  beautiful,  as  she  would 
be  to  this  day  were  the  light  of  the  mind  be- 
hind her  features.  I  think  I  was  the  last  to 
perceive  that  something  was  wrong.  She  was 
my  first  child,  and  I  had  no  close  comparison 
to  make  with  others.  She  was  three  years  old 
when  I  first  began  to  wonder. 

For  at  three  she  did  not  yet  talk.  Now  that 
my  adopted  babies  have  taught  me  so  much, 
I  realize  that  speech  comes  as  naturally  to 
the  normal  child  as  breathing.  He  does  not 
need  to  be  taught  to  talk— he  talks  as  he 
grows.  He  hears  words  without  knowing  it 
and  day  by  day  increases  the  means  of  con- 
veying his  widening  thoughts.  Still,  I  be- 
came uneasy.  In  the  midst  of  my  pleasant 
surroundings,  in  all  the  fresh  interest  of  a 
new  period  in  Chinese  history  when  the 
Nationalist  government  was  setting  itself  up 
with  such  promise,  I  found  life  exciting  and 
good.  Yet  I  can  remember  my  growing  un- 
easiness about  my  child.  She  looked  so  well, 
her  cheeks  pink,  her  hair  straight  and  blond, 
her  eyes  the  clear  blue  of  health.  Why  then 
did  speech  delay ! 

I  remember  asking  friends  about  their 
children,  and  voicing  my  new  anxiety  about 
my  child.  Their  replies  were  comforting,  too 
comforting.  They  told  me  that  children 
talked  at  different  ages,  that  a  child  growing 
up  in  the  house  with  other  children  learned 
more  quickly  than  an  only  child.  They  spoke 
all  the  empty  words  of  assurance  that  friends, 
meaning  well,  will  use,  and  I  believed  them. 
Afterward,  when  I  knew  the  whole  tragic 
truth,  I  asked  them  if  they  had  no  knowl- 


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edge  then  of  what  had  befallen  my  child.  I 
found  that  they  did  have,  that  they  had 
guessed  and  surmised  and  that  the  older  ones 
even  knew,  but  that  they  shrank  from  telling 
me. 

To  this  day  I  cannot  understand  their 
shrinking.  For  to  me  truth  is  so  much  dearer 
than  any  comforting  falsehood,  so  much 
kinder  in  its  clean-cutting  edge  than  fencing 
and  evasion,  that  the  better  a  friend  is  the 
more  he  must  use  truth.  There  is  value  in  the 
quick  and  necessary  wound.  Thus  my  child 
was  nearly  four  years  old  before  I  discovered 
for  myself  that  her  mind  had  stopped  grow- 
ing. To  all  of  us  there  comes  the  hour  of 
awakening  to  sad  truth.  Sometimes  the  whole 
awakening  comes  at  once  and  in  a  moment. 
To  others,  like  myself,  it  came  in  parts  slowly. 
I  was  reluctant  and  unbelieving  until  the  last. 

It  began  one  summer  at  a  seashore  in 
China,  where  the  waves  come  in  gently  even 
in  time  of  storm.  It  had  been  a  mild  and 
pleasant  summer,  shore  set  against  moun- 
tains. I  spent  the  mornings  with  my  child  on 
the  beach  and  in  the  afternoons  sometimes 
we  went  riding  along  the  valleys  on  the  small 
gray  donkeys  which  stood  for  hire  at  the  edge 
of  the  beach. 

The  child  had  now  begun  to  talk,  only  a  lit- 
tle, but  still  enough  to  quiet  my  fears  for  the 
moment.  It  must  be  remembered  that  I  was 
wholly  inexperienced  in  such  children.  Now 
my  eyes  can  find  in  any  crowd  the  child  like 
mine.  I  see  him  first  of  all  and  then  I  see  the 
mother,  trying  to  smile,  trying  to  speak  to 
the  child  gaily,  her  gaiety  a  screen  to  hide 
him  from  the  others.  But  then  I  did  not  see 
even  my  own  child  as  she  really  was.  I  read 
meaning  into  her  gestures  and  into  the  few 
broken  words.  "She  doesn't  talk  because 
she  gets  everything  she  wants  without  it," 
a  friend  complained.  So  I  tried  to  teach  my 
child  to  ask  for  a  thing  first.  She  seemed  not 
to  understand. 

I  must  have  been  more  anxious  than  I 
knew,  however,  for  I  remember  I  went  one 
day  to  hear  an  American  visiting  pediatrician 
give  a  lecture  on  the  preschool  child,  and  as  I 


Ik 


listened  to  her  I  realized  that  sometn 
very  wrong  indeed  with  my  child.  t\ 
pointed  out  signs  of  danger  which  1a. 
understood.  The  slowness  to  walk,  K 
ness  to  talk,  and  then  when  the  chf 
walk,  the  incessant  restlessness  wn 
the  form  of  constant  running  hit 
thither,  were  all  danger  signs.  Whf. 
taken  to  be  the  vitality  of  a  splendip 
saw  now  might  be  the  superenergy  <\ 
that  had  not  kept  control  of  the  bcr. 

After  the  meeting  was  over,  I  rel. 
I  asked  the  doctor  to  come  and  see  ij 
She  promised  to  come  the  next  day.  (( 
one  of  my  growing  fear  and  throw 
sleepless  night  I  went  over  and  ov]i 
mind  all  the  good  signs,  the  things 
could  do:  that  she  could  feed  hers  ; 
she  could  put  on  her  clothes,  thc^l 
fasten  buttons;  that  she  liked  to  loca 
ture  books;  that  she  understood 
more  than  she  could  say.  But  I  did  u 
false  comfort.  I  wanted  now  and  quj 
whole  truth. 

The  doctor  came  the  next  day  a, 
long  time  watching  my  child,  and  ^ 
shook  her  head.  "Something  is  wn(, 
said,  "  I  do  not  know  what  it  is.  YJ 
have  a  consultation  of  doctors.  Let  p 
you,  if  they  know." 

She  pointed  out  to  me  the  dang  i 
had  not  seen,  or  would  not  see.  Tl  c 
span  of  attention  was  very  short  in  \ 
shorter  than  it  should  have  been  a1 
Much  of  her  fleet  light  running  hac 
pose — it  was  merely  motion.  Her 
pure  in  their  blue,  were  blank  « 
gazed  into  their  depths.  They  did  n< 
respond.  They  were  changeless.  So' 
was  very  wrong. 

I  thanked  her  and  she  went  away ' 
ing  it  over,  I  saw  there  was  no  rea) 
a  stranger  should  stay  to  tell  me  mcj 
haps  she  knew  no  more.  There  is  no  u, 
difficult  than  to  tell  a  parent  that  the: 
child  will  never  grow  to  be  an  adult, 
done  it  sometimes  since,  and  I  have 
lowed  mvself  to  shrink  from  it, 


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sage. 


ieen  hard.  The  heart  can  break  more  than 
nee. 

The  doctors  met  the  next  day.  I  can  still 
ee  the  scene  as  though  it  took  place  before 
ly  eyes  now.  The  house  had  a  wide  veranda, 
icing  the  sea.  It  was  a  glorious  morning, 
nd  the  sea  was  violet  blue  and  calm  except 
pr  the  gentle  white  surf  at  the  coast.  The 
mild  had  been  with  her  Chinese  nurse  play- 
lg  on  the  sand  and  wading  in  the  water.  I 
ailed  and  they  came  up  the  path  between 
ne  bamboos.  In  spite  of  my  terror,  I  was 
roud  of  my  child  as  she  stood  before  the 
octors.  She  had  on  a  little  white  swimming 
ait  and  her  firm  sun-browned  body  was 
rong  and  beautiful.  In  one  hand  she  held 
er  pail  and  shovel  and  in 
lie  other  a  white  shell.   

"She  looks  well  enough," 
lie  of  the  doctors  mur- 
jiured. 

I  Then  they  began  to  ask 

luestions.  I  answered  them   

fith  all  the  honesty  I  had. 
leaning  but  honesty  would  do  now.  As  they 
btened  they  watched  and  they  began  to  see. 
Ihe  shell  dropped  from  her  hand  and  she  did 
bt  pick  it  up.  Her  head  drooped.  The  oldest 
sxtor,  who  had  known  my  parents,  lifted 
it  to  his  knee  and  began  to  test  her  reflexes, 
[hey  were  weak — almost  nonexistent. 
The  doctors  were  kind  men  and  I  begged 
lem  to  tell  me  what  they  thought  and  then 
•11  me  what  to  do.  I  think  they  were  honest 
L  their  wish  to  do  this.  But  they  did  not 
how  what  was  wrong  and  whether,  if  it  were 
rong,  how  to  cure  it.  I  sat  in  silence  and 
atched  them  as  they  watched  the  child.  I 
bgan  to  feel  that  they  were  agreed  that  de- 
Iblopment  had  stopped  in  the  child,  but 
Eiey  did  not  know  why.  There  were  so  few- 
nnysical  symptoms — only  the  ones  I  have 
|.entioned.  They  plied  me  with  questions 
Bx>ut  the  child's  past,  about  her  illnesses: 
hd  she  ever  had  a  high  temperature,  had 
|ie  ever  had  a  fall?  There  had  been  nothing. 
Ihe  had  been  sound  from  her  birth  and  so 
mred  for  that  she  had  never  been  hurt. 


^  Cod  promises  a  safe  land 
™  ing,  but  not  a  calm  pas 


—  BULGARIAN  PROVERB. 


"You  must  take  her  to  America,"  they 
told  me  at  last.  "There  the  doctors  may  know 
what  is  wrong.  We  can  only  say  there  is  some- 
thing wrong." 

Then  began  that  long  journey  which  par- 
ents of  such  children  know  so  well.  I  have 
talked  with  many  of  them  since  and  it  is  al- 
ways the  same.  Driven  by  the  conviction 
that  there  must  be  someone  who  can  cure, 
we  take  our  children  over  the  surface  of  the 
whole  earth,  seeking  the  one  who  can  heal. 
We  spend  all  the  money  we  have  and  we 
borrow  until  there  is  no  one  else  to  lend.  We 
go  to  doctors  good  and  bad,  to  anyone,  for 
only  a  wisp  of  hope.  We  are  gouged  by  un- 
scrupulous men  who  make  money  from  our 
terror,  but  now  and  again 

  "  we  meet  those  saints  who, 

seeing  the  terror  and  guess- 
ing the  empty  purse,  will 
take  nothing  for  their  ad- 
vice.sincetheycannotheal. 

  So  I  came  and  went, 

too,  over  the  surface  of 
the  earth,  gradually  losing  hope  and  yet 
never  quite  losing  it,  for  no  doctor  said 
firmly  that  the  child  could  never  be  healed 
There  were  always  the  last  hesitant  words, 
"  I  don't  want  to  say  it  is  hopeless" ;  and  so  I 
kept  hoping,  in  the  way  parents  have. 

It  was  getting  harder  all  the  time  for  an- 
other reason.  The  child  was  older  and  bigger 
and  her  broken  speech  and  babyish  ways  were 
conspicuous.  I  had  no  sense  of  shame  for  my- 
self. I  had  grown  up  among  the  Chinese,  who 
take  any  human  infirmity  for  what  it  is. 
Blind  people,  the  lame,  the  halt,  the  tongue- 
tied,  the  deformed — during  my  life  in  China 
I  had  seen  that  all  came  and  went  among 
others  and  were  accepted  for  themselves. 
Their  infirmities  were  not  ignored.  Some- 
times they  ,  were  even  made  the  cause  of 
nicknames. 

For  example,  Little  Cripple  was  a  play- 
mate of  my  own  early  childhood,  a  boy  with 
a  twisted  leg.  According  to  our  western  no- 
tions, it  would  have  been  cruel  to  call  him  by 
his  deformity.  But  the  Chinese  did  not  mean 


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it  so.  That  was  the  way  he  was.  literally,  and 
his  twisted  leg  was  part  of  himself.  There  was 
spme  sort  of  catharsis  even  for  the  boy  in  this 
taking  for  granted  an  affliction.  Somehow  it 
was  easier  than  the  careful  ignoring  of  my 
American  friends.  The  sufferer  did  not  feel 
any  need  to  hide  himself.  There  he  was.  as 
he  was.  and  everybody  knew  him.  It  was 
better  than  any  sweet  pretending  that  he 
was  like  everybody  else. 

More  than  this,  the  Chinese  believed  that 
since  Heaven  ordains,  it  was  a  person's  fate 
to  be  whatever  he  was.  and  it  was  neither  his 
fault  nor  his  family's.  They  believed,  too, 
with  a  sort  of  human  tenderness,  that  if  a 
person  were  handicapped  in  one  way.  there 
were  compensations,  also  provided  by 
Heaven.  Thus  a  blind  person  was  always 
treated  with  respect  and  even  sometimes 
with  fear,  for  it  was  thought  he  had  a  per- 
ception far  beyond  mere  seeing. 

All  the  years  my  child  and  I  had  lived 
among  the  Chinese  we  had  breathed  this 
frank  atmosphere.  My  Chinese  friends  dis- 
cussed my  child  with  me  easily  as  they  dis- 
cussed their  own.  But  they  were  not  experi- 
enced enough  to  know  what  was  wrong  or 
even  that  it  was 
wrong.  "The  eyes  of 
her  wisdom  are  not 
yet  opened."  was 
the  way  they  put  it. 
"For  some  persons 
wisdom  comes  early 
and  for  others  late — 
be  patient."  This 
was  what  they  told 
me.  When  we  walked 
on  the  narrow  wind- 
ing streets  of  our  old 
city  no  one  noticed 
when  she  stopped 
reasonlessly  to  clap 
her  hands  or  i  f ,  with- 
out reason,  she  be- 
gan to  dance.  Yes. 
the  Chinese  were 
kind  to  my  child  and 
to  me.  If  they  did 
notice  her,  it  was 
only  to  smile  at  what 
they  took  to  be  her 
pleasure,  and  they 
laughed  with  her. 

It  was  on  the 
streets  of  Shanghai 
that  I  first  learned 
that  people  were  not 

all  so  kind.  Two  young  American  women 
walked  along  the  street,  newcomers  from  my 
own  country.  I  suppose,  by  their  smart  gar- 
ments. They  stared  at  my  child  and  when  we 
had  passed  one  of  them  said  to  the  other, 
"The  kid  is  nuts."  It  was  the  first  time  I  had 
ever  heard  the  slang  phrase  and  I  did  not 
know  what  it  meant.  I  had  to  ask  someone 
before  I  knew.  Truth  can  be  put  into  brutal 
words.  From  that  day  I  began  to  shield  my 
child. 

There  is  no  use  in  giving  the  details  of  the 
long,  sorrowful  journey.  We  crossed  the  sea 
and  we  went  everywhere,  to  child  clinics,  to 
gland  specialists,  to  psychologists.  I  know- 
now  that  it  was  all  no  use.  There  was  no  hope 
from  the  first — there  never  had  been  any.  I 
do  not  blame  those  men  and  women  for  not 
telling  me  so— not  altogether.  I  suppose  some 
of  them  knew,  but  perhaps  they  didn't.  At 
any  rate,  the  end  of  each  conference  was  to 
send  us  on  to  someone  else,  perhaps  a  thou- 
sand miles  away. 

One  famous  gland  specialist  gave  me  con- 
siderable hope,  and  we  undertook  a  year- 
long treatment  with  dosages  of  gland  medi- 
cine. It  did  my  child  no  gcxxd.  and  yet  I  do 
not  regret  it,  for  from  what  I  learned  that 
year  I  was  able  to  save  another  child  who 
really  needed  the  treatment  a  few  years 
later.  I  saw  a  little  boy  who  at  four  was  still 
crawling  on  his  hands  and  knees  and  I  recog- 
nized in  his  symptoms— the  dry  skin  and 
hair,  the  pallid  flesh,  the  big  ungainly  weak 
body,  the  retarded  mind  -the  need  for  thy- 
roid treatment.  I  did  not  know  his  mother 
very  well,  but  rememlxTing  the  silence  of  my 
friends.  I  went  to  her  and  told  her  what  I 
thought  There  was  a  long  moment  when  her 


flushed  face  showed  me  her  inner  struggl 
She  did  not  want  to  know— and  yet  si 
knew  she  must  know.  I  went  away,  bJ 
afterward  she  did  take  the  child  to  the  glaT 
specialist  and  he  was  able  to  help  the  boy  b 
come  normal.  That  boy  was  not  really  me 
tally  retarded.  He  was  suffering  from  a  th 
roid  deficiency.  Years  later  the  mother  and 
met  on  different  soil  and  she  thanked  me  f) 
that  past  day.  But  it  took  courage  to  speaj 
It  always  does. 


1 


SEXT  M0\TH 

YAMAMOTO  looked  at  Tomo 
v  ith  bare,  hot  eye*.  This 
wasn't  the  first  time.  She  thought 
these  looks  would  stop  once  Chu 
was  home.  .  .  .  How  does  a  Japanese 
farm  woman,  strangely  alone  in  a 
war-weary,  hostile  world,  manage 
to  keep  her  children  fed.  her 
(laughter  out  of  slavery,  her  own 
self-respect  intact? 

Here  is  the  story  of  Ando-san 
Tomo.  widow  of  a  peasant -soldier, 
a  tender  tale  of  devotion,  the  brav  e 
story  of  a  woman's  war  against  two 
thousand  years  of  tradition.  It  is  a 
picture  of  Japan  yesterday,  today 
and  perhaps  tomorrow  . 

Middle  Heaven 

BY  MO>A  t>AHU\EK 
in  the  ■lunr  Journal 


The  end  of  the  journey  for  my  child  ai| 
me  came  one  winter's  day  in  Rochester.  Mi' 
nesota.  We  had  been  sent  finally  to  the  Ma; 
Clinic,  and  day  after  day  we  had  spent  in  t 
endless  and  meticulous  detail  of  complete  e, 
amination.  My  confidence  had  grown  as  t 
process  went  on.  Surely  so  much  study, 
much  knowledge,  would  tell  me  the  tru 
and  what  to  do  with  it. 

We  went  at  last  into  the  office  of  the  he. 
of  the  children's  department.  It  was  eveni 
and  almost  everybody  had  gone  home.  T; 
big  building  was  silent  and  empty.  Outsi 
the  window  I  saw  only  darkness.  My  lit 
girl  was  very  tired  and  I  remember  she  lean 
her  head  against  i 
and  began  to  i 
silently,  and  I  ti 
her  upon  my  lap  r 
held  her  close  wt  i 
I  listened.  The  d  I 
tor  was  kind  ;  s 
good.  I  can  see  1  ;i 
still,  a  tall,  rat  ( 
young  man.  hise  . 
gentle  and  his  m  i 
ner  slow  as  thoijj 
he  did  not  want  ail 
one  to  be  hurried! 
anxious.  He  heldi 
his  hand  the  repol 
sent  in  from  all  $ 
departments  wh<l 
my  child  had  bti 
examined,  and  • 
made  his  diagnod 
Much  of  it  wasgonj 
All   the  physil 
parts  were  excelled 
My  child  had  btfj 
born  with  a  fi 
body. 

There  were  ot'S 
things  good  too.  ~S 
had  certain  vem&4 
able  abilities,  esj 
dally  in  music.  There  were  signs  of  an  jJ 
usual  personality  struggling  against  sol 
sort  of  handicap.  But— the  mind  was  seve;  j 
retarded. 

I  asked  the  question  that  I  asked  t 
every  day  of  my  life:  "Why?" 

He  shook  his  head.  "I  don't  know.  So 
where  along  the  way.  before  birth  or  al 
growth  stopped." 

He  did  not  hurry  me.  and  I  sat  on, 
holding  the  child.  Any  parent  who  has  1 
through  such  an  hour  knows  that  monsti 
ache  of  the  heart  which  becomes  phys 
and  permeates  muscle  and  bone. 

"Is  it  hopeless?"  I  asked  him. 

Kind  man.  he  could  not  bear  to  say  t 
it  was.  Perhaps  he  was  not  really  sure, 
least  he  would  not  say  he  was  sure.  "  I  th 
I  would  not  give  up  trying."  was  what 
finally  said. 

That  was  all.  He  was  anxious  to  get  he 
and  there  was  no  more  reason  to  stay, 
had  done  all  he  could.  So  again  my  child . 
I  went  out  of  the  doctor's  office  and  wall 
down  the  wide  empty  hall.  The  day  waao 
and  I  had  to  think  what  to  do  next. 

Now  came  the  moment  for  which  I  shal 
grateful  as  long  as  I  live.  I  suppose  to  be  i 
that  my  child  could  be  well  would  h 
meant  a  gratitude  still  higher;  but  that  b< 
impossible,  I  have  to  thank  a  man  whoi 
quietly  out  of  an  empty  room  as  I  passed 
was  a  small,  inconspicuous  jxrson.  S| 
tacled,  a  German  by  looks  and  accent.  I 
m  i  n  him  in  the  head  doctor's  office  ono 
twice.  He  had.  in  fact,  brought  in  the  si 
of  rt  ixirts  and  then  had  gone  away  witl 
■peaking.  I  had  seen  him  but  without  at 
Hon,  although  now  I  recognized  him. 
((  unlinuril  nn  I'atr  ISi) 


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I  52 

(Continued  from  Page  ISO) 
He  came  out  almost  stealthily  and  beck- 
oned to  me  to  follow  him  into  the  empty 
room.  I  went  in.  half  bewildered,  my  child 
clinging  to  my  hand.  He  began  to  speak 
quickly  in  his  broken  English,  his  voice  al- 
most harsh,  his  eyes  sternly  upon  mine. 

"  Did  he  tell  you  the  child  might  be  cured  ?  " 
he  demanded. 

"He — he  didn't  say  she  could  not,"  I  stam- 
mered. 

"Listen  to  what  I  tell  you!"  he  com- 
manded. "I  tell  you,  madame,  the  child  can 
never  be  normal.  Do  not  deceive  yourself. 
You  will  wear  out  your  life  and  beggar  your 
family  unless  you  give  up  hope  and  face  the 
truth.  She  will  never  be  well— do  you  hear 
me?  I  know — I  have  seen  these  children. 
Americans  are  all  too  soft.  I  am  not  soft.  It  is 
better  to  be  hard,  so  that  you  can  know  what 
to  do.  This  child  will  be  a  burden  on  you  all 
your  life.  Get  ready  to  bear  that  burden.  She 
will  never  be  able  to  speak  properly.  She  will 
never  be  able  to  read  or  write,  she  will  never 
be  more  than  about  four  years  old,  at  best. 
Prepare  yourself,  madame!  Above  all,  do  not 
let  her  absorb  you.  Find  a  place  where  she 
can  be  happy  and  leave  her  there  and  live 
your  own  life.  I  tell  you  the  truth  for  your 
own  sake." 

I  can  remember  these  words  exactly  as  he 
spoke  them.  I  suppose  the  shock  photo- 
graphed them  upon  my  memory.  I  remem- 
ber, too,  exactly  how  he  looked,  a  little  man, 
shorter  than  I,  his  face  pale,  a  small,  clipped 
black  mustache,  under  which  his  lips  were 
grim.  He  looked  cruel,  but  I  know  he  was 
not.  I  know  now  that  he  suffered  while  he 
spoke.  He  believed  in  the 
truth.  HHi 

I  don't  know  what  I 
said  or  even  if  I  said  any- 
thing. I  remember  walk- 
ing down  the  endless  hall 
again  alone  with  the  child. 
I  cannot  describe  my  feel- 
ings. Anyone  who  has  been 
through  such  moments  ^■bjhbsjjSJBJSJM 
will  know,  and  those  who 
have  not  cannot  know,  whatever  words  I 
might  use.  Perhaps  the  best  way  to  put  it  is 
that  I  felt  as  though  I  were  bleeding  inwardly 
and  desperately.  The  child,  glad  to  be  free, 
began  capering  and  dancing,  and  when  she 
saw  my  face  twisted  with  weeping,  she 
laughed. 

It  was  all  a  long  time  ago  and  yet  it  will 
never  be  over  as  long  as  I  live.  That  hour  is 
with  me  still. 

I  did  not  stop  trying,  of  course,  in 
spite  of  what  the  little  German  had  said, 
but  I  think  I  knew  in  my  heart  from  that 
moment  on  that  he  was  right  and  that  there 
was  no  hope.  I  was  able  to  accept  the  final 
verdict  when  it  came  because  I  had  already 
accepted  it  before,  though  unconsciously, 
and  I  took  my  child  home  again  to  China. 
I  shall  forever  be  grateful  to  him.  whose  name 
I  do  not  even  know.  He  cut  the  wound  deep, 
but  it  was  clean  and  quick.  I  was  brought  at 
once  face  to  face  with  the  inevitable. 

II 

What  I  am  writing  is  no  unique  experience. 
It  is  one  common  to  many  parents.  Every 
retarded  child  means  a  stricken,  heartsick 
family.  I  meet  often  nowadays  with  parents' 
organizations,  parents  of  mentally  deficient 
children  who  are  coming  together  in  their 
deep  need  for  mutual  comfort  and  support. 
Most  of  them  are  young  people,  and  how  my 
heart  aches  for  them!  I  know  every  step  of 
their  road  to  Calvary. 

"The  schools  won't  take  our  children." 
one  of  them  said  to  me  the  other  day.  "The 
neighbors  don't  want  them  around.  The 
Other  children  are  mean  to  them.  What  shall 
we  do?  Where  can  we  go?  Our  child  is  still  a 
human  being.  I  It-  is  st  ill  an  American  citizen. 
Hi-  has  some  rights,  hasn't  he?  So  have  we, 
haven't  we?  It's  not  a  crime  to  have  a  child 
like  ours." 

No,  it  is  not  a  crime,  but  |X'ople  leat  hers 
in  schools,  iH'ighlxirs  can  Ix-have  as  though 
it  wi  re  You  who  have  had  a  menially  rle- 
lu  i<  nl  child  know  all  Ihat  I  mean. 


sk  To  he  sensible  of  merit, 
^  anil  when  once  recognized 
to  treat  it  well,  are  two  great 
steps  which  few  men  are  ca- 
pable of  taking  promptly. 

—LA  BRUYERE. 


at. 


Mi 


When    the    inevitable  knowledge 
forced  upon  me  that  my  child  wouki 
be  as  other  children  are,  I  found  mysl 
two  problems,  both,  it  seemed  to  me,  1 
able.  The  first  was  the  question  of  her 
How  does  one  safeguard  a  child  wh 
live  to  be  physically  very  old  and  will 
be  helpless?  Her  life  would  in  all  lik< 
outlast  my  own.  We  come  of  Ion 
stock,  and  though  I  might  live  to  he  o 
self,  I  was  borne  down  by  grief  and  fe 
she  had  no  burdens  on  her  happy, 
mind.  Worry  and  anxiety  would  nevet 
her.  What  if  she  lived  to  be  even  olde 
I?  Who  would  care  for  her  then?  Yet 
was  a  strange  comfort  in  her  happines 
watched  her  at  play,  myself  so  sorrov 
came  to  me  that  this  child  wouk 
through  life  as  the  angels  live  in  heave 
difficulties  of  existence  would  never  fx 
She  would  not  know  that  she  was  di 
from  other  children.  The  joys  and  irres 
bilities  of  childhood  would  be  hers  ft 
My  task  was  only  to  guarantee  her 
food  and  shelter — and  kindness. 

Yes.  I  have  learned  as  the  years  pa 
be  intensely  grateful  for  the  fact  th; 
child  has  no  knowledge  of  herself.  If  it 
be  that  she  could  not  be  a  fully  dev< 
human  being,  then  I  am  glad  she  1 
mained  a  real  child.  The  pitiful  on 
those  who  know  dimly  that  they  are 
others  are.  I  have  seen  them,  too,  ani 
heard  them  say  humbly,  "I  kno\ 
dumb,"  or.  "I  know  I'm  nuts,"  or 
never  git  married  because  I'm  queer.' 
do  not  fully  understand  even  what  the 
poor  children,  but 
■L^ML^LMLl      know  enough  to  sul 
Thank  God  my 
has  not  been  one  of 
She   has  been 
enjoy  sunshine  and 
she  loves  to  skat 
ride  a  tricycle,  she 
pleasure  in  dolls  an 
■sjsjjSjsjsjBjsjsjjsj      dishes  and  a  sand 
She  likes  to  run 
beach  and  play  in  the  waves.  Above  all 
never-failing  joy  in  music.  She  finds  hei 
and  resource  in  listening,  hour  after  ho 
her  records.  The  gift  that  is  hidden 
shows  itself  in  the  still  ecstasy  with 
she  listens  to  the  great  symphonies,  h< 
smiling,  her  eyes  gazing  off  into  wha 
tance  I  do  not  know. 

She  has  her  preferences  for  certain 
of  music.  Church  music,  especially  hj 
make  her  weep,  and  she  cannot  list 
them.  I  know  how  she  feels.  There  is 
thing  infinitely  pathetic  in  that  choi 
wavering  human  voices  raised  to  the  ( 
Whom,  not  seeing,  they  must  needs 
She  dislikes  intensely  all  crooning  and 
rhythms,  and  in  general  popular  music 
sorts.  If  someone  puts  on  a  jazz  recon 
seems  in  an  agony.  "No,  no,"  she  wil 
"I  don't  like  it."  It  must  be  taken  not 
from  the  phonograph,  but  away  out 
room.  But  she  will  listen  to  all  the  gr« 
music  with  endless  delight.  When  she  I 
home  this  last  summer  she  heard  Beethc 
Fifth  Symphony  through  entirely,  s 
motionless  beside  the  instrument.  W 
was  finished  she  wanted  it  all  over  again 
taste  is  unerring.  By  some  instinct.  Ux 
knows  each  one  of  her  own  large  o  tiled 
records.  I  do  not  know  how,  since  shecj 
read,  but  she  can  distinguish  each  li 
from  the  others  and  will  search  unti 
finds  the  one  that  suits  her  mtxid. 

I  put  this  down  because  it  is  one  0 
compensations,  and  parents  of  other  chi 
like  her  ought  to  know  that  there  are 
compensations.  These  little  children 
their  joys.  I  know  one  little  boy 
"little."  and  yet  he  isa  grown  man  in  bo 
who  gets  creative  pleasure  from  his  0 
tion  of  brightly  colored  rags.  He  sort* 
over  and  over  again,  rejoicing  in  their 
and  textures.  He  is  never  weaned  of  t 
The  parent  learns  to  be  grateful  that  | 
ure  finds  its  expression,  if  not  in  way! 
benefil  the  world,  al  least  m  ways  that*! 
and  enrich  the  child.  Quantitative! 
course,  there  is  a  difference  Ix'tWCCT 


((  nitlinunl  on  1'imr  If  I) 


LADIES'  HOME  JOl  UN  VL 


/ 


tor  »y        an'  eA„  oMRY  ASSOCIMIO 

.  .    n.;rv  Farmer  -g^^ 


■■Voice  of  »he  Dairy  Farmer 


15  1 


LADIES'  MOM K  IOI  UN  \l 


Mi 


1%; 


WSm 


W's  o  WOW— 
tomato 
>  >       (uice  cocktail 
the  men  folks  go  for! 

French's  Worcestershire 
Sauce  gives  it  rich  new 
flavor,  adds  the  zip  and 
sparkle  that  make  the 
WOW  the  perfect  ap- 
petizer. Here's  how  to 
make  a  WOW:  Add  a 
pinch  of  salt  and  pep- 
per, a  teaspoonful  of 
French's  Worcestershire 
to  each  glass  of  tomato 
juice  —  mix  well,  and 
serve  very  cold. 


C0*"M 


(Continued  from  Page  152) 
bright  rags  and  a  box  of  paints  that  an  artist 
uses.  But  qualitatively  the  two  are  the  same 
to  the  boy  and  to  the  artist.  Both  find  the 
same  spiritual  satisfaction. 

To  parents  I  say  first  that  if  you  dis- 
cover that  your  child  cannot  be  normal,  be 
glad  if  he  is  below  the  possibility  of  knowing 
his  own  condition.  The  burden  of  life  has 
been  removed  from  him  and  it  rests  only 
upon  you.  who  can  learn  how  to  bear  it. 

To  learn  how  to  bear  the  inevitable  sorrow 
is  not  easily  done.  I  can  look  back  on  it  now, 
the  lesson  learned,  and  see  the  steps;  but 
when  I  was  taking  them  they  were  hard  in- 
deed, each  apparently  insurmountable.  For 
in  addition  to  the  practical  problem  of  how 
to  protect  the  child's  life,  which  may  last  be- 
yond the  parent's,  there  is  the  problem  of  one's 
own  self  in  misery.  All  the  brightness  of  life  is 
gone,  all  the  pride  in  parenthood.  There  is 
more  than  pride  gone,  there  is  an  actual  sense 
of  one's  life  being  cut  off  in  the  child.  The 
stream  of  the  generations  is  stopped.  Death 
would  be  far  easier  to  bear,  for  death  is  final. 
What  was  is  no  more.  How  often  did  I  cry- 
out  in  my  heart  that  it  would  be  better  if  my 
child  died !  If  that  shocks  you  who  have  not 
known,  it  will  not  shock  those  who  do  know. 
I  would  have  welcomed  death  for  my  child 
and  would  still  welcome  it,  for  then  she 
would  be  finally  safe. 

It  is  inevitable  that  one  ponders  much  on 
this  matter  of  a  kindly  death.  Every  now  and 
again  I  see  in  the  newspapers  the  report  of  a 
man  or  woman  who  has  put  to  death  a  men- 
tally defective  child.  My  heart  goes  out  to 
such  a  one.  I  understand  the  love  and  despair 
which  prompted  the  act.  There  is  not  only 
the  despair  that  descends  when  the  inevi- 
table makes  itself  known,  but  there  is  the  in- 
creasing despair  of  every  day.  For  each  day 
that  makes  clear  that  the  child  is  only  as  he 
was  yesterday  drives  the  despair  deeper,  and 
there  are  besides  the  difficulties  of  care  for 
such  a  child,  the  endless  round  of  duties  that 
seem  to  bear  no  fruit,  tending  a  body  that 
will  be  no  more  than  a  body  however  long  it 
lives,  gazing  into  the  dull  eyes  that  respond 
with  no  lively  look,  helping  the  fumbling 
hands— all  these  drive  deeper  the  despair. 
And  added  to  the  despair  is  the  terror  and 
the  question,  "Who  will  do  this  in  case  I  do 
not  live?" 

And  yet  I  know  that  the  parents  of  whom 
I  read  do  wrong  when  they  take  to  them- 
selves a  right  which  is  not  theirs  and  end  the 
physical  lives  of  their  children.  In  love  they 
may  do  it,  and  yet  it  is  wrong.  There  is  a 
sacred  quality  of  life  which  none  of  us  can 
fathom.  All  peoples  feel  it,  for  in  all  societies 
it  is  considered  a  sin  for  one  human  being  to 
kill  another  for  a  reason  of  his  own.  Society 
decrees  death  for  certain  crimes,  but  the  in- 
nocent may  not  be  killed,  and  there  is  none 
more  innocent  than  these  children  who  never 
grow  up.  Murder  remains  murder.  Were  the 
right  to  kill  a  child  put  even  into  a  parent's 
hands,  the  effect  would  be  evil  indeed  in  our 
world.  Were  the  right  to  kill  any  innocent 
person  assumed  by  society,  the  effect  would 
be  monstrous.  For  first  it  might  be  only  the 
helpless  children  who  were  killed,  but  then  it 
might  seem  right  to  kill  the  helpless  old ;  and 
then  the  conscience  would  become  so  dulled 
that  prejudice  would  give  the  right  to  kill, 
and  persons  of  a  certain  color  or  creed  might 
be  destroyed.  The  only  safety  is  to  reject 
completely  the  possibility  of  death  as  a 
means  of  ending  any  innocent  life,  however 
useless.  The  damage  is  not  to  the  one  who  is 
killed,  but  to  the  one  who  kills.  Euthanasia 
is  a  long,  smooth-sounding  word,  and  it  con- 
ceals its  danger  as  long,  smooth  words  do, 
but  the  danger  is  there,  nevertheless. 

It  would  be  evasion,  however,  if  I  pre- 
tended that  it  was  easy  to  accept  the  inevi- 
table. For  the  sake  of  others  who  are  walking 
that  stony  road,  I  will  say  that  my  inner  re- 
bellion lasted  for  many  years.  My  common 
sense,  my  convictions  of  duty,  all  told  me 
that  I  must  not  let  the  disaster  spoil  my  own 
life  or  those  of  relatives  and  friends.  But 
'ornrnon  sense  and  duty  cannot  always  pre- 
vail when  the  heart  is  broken.  My  com- 
promiM  was  to  learn  how  to  act  on  the  sur- 
face Bfl  much  like  mv  usual  self  as  possible. 


to  talk,  to  laugh,  to  seem  to  take  an  interest 
in  what  went  on.  Underneath  the  rebellion 
burned,  and  tears  flowed  the  moment  I  was 
alone.  This  surface  acting  kept  me.  of  course, 
from  having  any  real  contact  with  other  peo- 
ple. Doubtless  they  felt  the  surface  bright 
and  shallow,  and  were  perhaps  repelled  by 
something  hard  and  cold  beneath  which 
they  could  not  reach.  Yet  it  was  necessary 
to  maintain  the  surface,  for  it  was  my  own 
protection,  too.  It  was  not  possible  to  share 
with  anyone  in  those  years  my  inner 
state. 

I  can  speak  with  detachment  of  it  now. 
for  it  is  over.  I  have  learned  my  lesson.  But 
it  is  interesting  to  me  and  may  be  of  some 
small  importance  to  some,  merely  as  a  proc- 
ess, to  speak  of  learning  how  to  live  with 
sorrow  that  cannot  be  removed.  Let  me 
speak  of  it  so,  then. 

The  first  phase  of  this  process  was  dis- 
astrous and  disorganizing.  As  I  said,  there 
was  no  more  joy  left  in  anything.  All  human 
relationships  became  meaningless.  Every- 
thing became  meaningless.  I  took  no  more 
pleasure  in  the  things  I  had  enjoyed  before; 
landscapes,  flowers,  music  were  empty.  In- 
deed, I  could  not  bear  to  hear  music  at  all. 
It  was  years  before  I  could  listen  to  music. 
Even  after  the  learning  process  had  gone 
very  far,  and  my  spirit  had  become  nearly 
reconciled  through  understanding.  I  could 

*★★★★*★** 

Itv  Elizabeth  A.  I><»\v«>ll 

Brighter  than  the  stars  are  bright 
Are  street  lights  strung  through 

rainy  night. 
They  hang  in  loops  about  the  hills 
And  deck  the  plain  with  sequin 

frills. 

Brighter  than  the  stars  are  bright, 
Their  unplanned  beauty  marks  the 
night 

With  spoors  of  modern  wizardry. 
Few  but  lovers  watch  with  me. 


not  hear  music.  I  did  my  work  during  this 
time:  I  saw  that  my  house  was  neat  and 
clean.  I  cut  flowers  for  the  vases,  I  planned 
the  gardens  and  tended  my  roses,  and  ar- 
ranged for  meals  to  be  properly  served.  We 
had  guests  and  I  did  my  duty  in  the  com- 
munity. But  none  of  it  meant  anything.  My 
hands  performed  their  routine.  The  hours 
when  I  really  lived  were  when  I  was  alone 
with  my  child.  When  I  was  safely  alone  I 
could  let  sorrow  have  its  way,  and  in  utter 
rebellion  against  fate  my  spirit  spent  its 
energy.  Yet  I  tried  to  conceal  my  weeping 
from  my  child  because  she  stared  at  me  and 
laughed.  It  was  this  uncomprehending 
laughter  which  always  and  finally  crushed 
my  heart. 

I  do  not  know  when  the  turn  came,  nor 
why.  It  came  somehow  out  of  myself.  People 
were  kind  enough,  but  no  help  came  from 
anyone.  Perhaps  that  was  my  own  fault. 
Perhaps  I  made  my  surface  too  smooth  and 
natural  so  that  no  one  could  see  beneath  it. 
Partly  that,  perhaps,  and  partly  it  was,  too, 
because  people  shrink  from  penetrating  sur- 
faces. Only  those  who  know  inescapable 
sorrow  know  what  I  mean. 

It  was  in  those  days  that  I  learned  to  dis- 
tinguish between  the  two  kinds  of  people  in 
the  world :  those  who  have  known  inescapable 
sorrow  and  those  who  have  not.  For  there  are 
basically  two  kinds  of  sorrows:  those  which 
can  be  assuaged  and  those  which  cannot  be. 
The  death  of  parents  is  sad.  for  they  cannot 
be  replaced,  but  it  is  not  inescapable  sorrow. 
It  is  natural  sorrow,  that  which  one  must  ex- 
pect  in  the  normal  course  of  life.  The  crip- 
pling of  one's  body,  irremediably,  is  an  in- 
es<  apable  sorrow.  It  has  to  be  lived  with;  and 
more  than  that,  it  has  to  D<  used  for  some 
other  sort  of  life  than  that  planned  in  health. 


The  sorrows  which  can  be  assuaged  at 
those  which  life  can  cover  and  heal.  Thosj 
which  cannot  be  assuaged  are  those  whie; 
change  life  itself  and  in  a  way  themselvij 
make  life.  Sorrows  that  can  die  can  be  ail 
suaged,  but  living  sorrow  is  never  assuaged 
It  is  a  stone  thrown  into  the  stream,  a 
Browning  put  it,  and  the  water  must  diviq 
itself  and  accommodate  itself,  for  it  canm! 
remove  the  stone. 

I  learned  at  last,  merely  by  watchinj 
faces  and  by  listening  to  voices,  to  kno 
when  I  had  found  someone  who  knew  whj 
it  was  to  live  with  sorrow  that  could  not  t 
ended.  It  was  surprising  and  sad  to  discovi 
how  many  such  persons  there  were  and  I 
find  how  often  the  quality  I  discerned  can 
from  just  such  a  sorrow  as  my  own.  It  di 
not  comfort  me,  for  I  could  not  rejoice  i 
the  knowledge  that  others  had  the  sarr 
burden  that  I  had,  but  it  made  me  reali; 
that  others  had  learned  how  to  live  with  i 
and  so  could  I.  I  suppose  that  was  the  begii 
ning  of  the  turn.  For  the  despair  into  whic 
I  had  sunk  when  I  realized  that  nothir 
could  be  done  for  the  child  and  that  si 
would  live  on  and  on  had  become  a  mora 
into  which  I  could  easily  have  sunk  into  us 
lessness.  Despair  so  profound  and  absorbir 
poisons  the  whole  system  and  destro' 
thought  and  energy. 

My  own  natural  health,  too,  I  suppo-lj 
had  something  to  do  with  it.  I  saw  that  t 
sun  rose  and  set,  that  the  seasons  came  ai 
went,  that  my  garden  bloomed  and  th 
upon  the  streets  the  people  passed  ai 
laughter  could  be  heard. 

At  any  rate,  the  process  of  accommodatk 
began.  The  first  step  was  acceptance  of  wh: 
was.  Perhaps  it  was  consciously  taken  in 
day.  Perhaps  there  was  a  single  moma 
in  which  I  actually  said  to  myself,  "Th 
thing  is  unchangeable,  it  will  not  leave  m 
no  one  can  help  me,  I  must  accept  it."  Bt 
practically  the  step  had  to  be  taken  mat 
times.  I  slipped  into  the  morass  over  an 
over  again.  The  sight  of  a  neighbor's  norm 
little  daughter  talking  and  doing  the  thinf 
my  child  could  never  do  was  enough  to  ser 
me  down.  But  I  learned  not  to  stay  down, 
came  up  again  and  learned  to  say,  "This 
my  life  and  I  have  to  live  it." 

Having  to  live  a  life,  it  seemed  rational  i 
time  went  on  to  try  to  enjoy  what  I  could  i 
that  life.  Music  was  still  too  close  to  me,  bi 
there  were  other  things  I  could  enjoy- 
books,  I  remember,  were  first.  Flowers, 
think,  came  next.  I  began  to  care,  mildl 
about  my  roses.  It  all  began.  I  remember, 
a  sort  of  wonder  that  such  things  went  on 
they  had  before,  and  then  a  realization  th 
what  had  happened  to  me  had  actual 
changed  nothing  except  myself. 

Yet  life  did  not  really  begin  again  un 
necessity  drove  me  to  think  what  I  ought 
do  about  the  child's  life.  There  were  certa 
practical  things  that  could  and  should  I 
done.  Was  I  to  keep  her  with  me,  or  shou 
she  find  a  home  among  children  of  her  ov 
kind?  Would  she  be  happier  with  me  or  will 
them?  Had  there  been  security  in  her  lili 
with  me,  I  would  have  felt  it  best  to  kei  I 
her  with  me,  for  I  did  not  believe  that  an  \ 
one  could  understand  her  as  well  as  I  did,  1 1 
do  for  her  what  I  could.  Moreover,  I  hij 
given  her  birth  and  she  was  my  respoml 
bility. 

Itiyas'then  that  the  solitary  place  in  whi( 
she  stood  became  apparent  to  me.  The  wor 
is  not  shaped  for  the  helpless.  If  I  should  d 
too  young,  what  would  become  of  her?  W 
were  living  in  China.  The  best  that  cou 
be  expected  was  that  she  would  be  tak" 
to  our  country,  the  United  States,  at 
put  into  an  institution.  There,  alone,  si 
would  have  to  make  the  adjustment 
being  without  me  and  without  her  lovii 
Chinese  nurse  and  all  that  had  mea 
home  to  her.  She  might  not  be  able  to  maj 
such  an  adjustment  alone.  Certainly  ft 
would  not  be  able  to  understand  why  it  hi 
to  be.  and  the  puzzle  and  grief  might  distu 
her  beyond  control.  It  came  to  me  then  thl 
it  would  be  best  for  her  to  make  the  adjut 
ment  while  I  lived,  while  I  could  help.  S 
could  gradually  change  her  roots  from  tl 

(('(illllilliril  tin  I'nnr  ISf>) 


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H-MH-H- 


WITH  THAT 


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ih!  cooks  know  the  importance  of  seasoning 
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■frd  seed  and  vinegar,  permeates  the  meat 
ill  cooking — adds  the  savory  richness  and 
t  lat  make  this  pot  roast  a  royal  dish. 

me  French's,  too,  with  hot  or  cold  meats — 
social  flavor  always  makes  a  hit! 


FREE! 


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Spread  with  French's  Mustard  and  cut  in 
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moistened  with  cream  or  gravy,  in  center  of 
squares.  Fold  over  to  form  triangles.  Press 
edges  together.  Bake  in  hot  oven  about  20 
minutes  or  until  brown. 


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LADIES*  HOME  JOURNAL 


MAKES  WOOLENS 

MOTHPROOF 


fiTfllMlMS! 


Amazing  Professional  Mothproofing  Method  Now  Sold 
for  Home  Use  •  NO  ODOR  •  NO  WRAPPING  •  NO  STORING  AWAY 

To  be  ABSOLUTELY  SURE  moths  will  not  damage  woolens,  the  modern  housewife 
can  now  mothproof  the  cloth  itself.  And  it's  all  so  easy  with  larvex.  Just  spray 
it  on!  The  magic  larvex  spray  penetrates  each  tiny  fibre  and  treats  the  cloth  so 
that  moths  are  positively  stopped  from  eating  holes  in  your  woolens.  Completely 
odorless.  Stainless.  Non-inflammable. 

A  few  minutes'  easy  spraying  with  LARVEX  lasts  for  a  whole  year.  At  all  times 
you  can  be  sure  moths  won't  eat  holes  in  your  woolens  whether  you  wear  the 
garments  occasionally  or  hang  them  away  in  your  closet.  Either  way,  LARVEX 
PROTECTION  REMAINS.  Spray  your  rugs  and  sofas,  too. 


wrap- 
ping. No  storing.  Just 
spray  larvex  on. 


So  /fiejcpe/is/vef  \i 

costs  no  more  to  larvex 
a  suit  than  it  does  to  get 
it  dry  cleaned.  Only  79i 
a  pint.  S  1. 19  a  quart. 


ABSOLUTE  PROOF,  i  he  « loth  on  the  left  has  not 
been  treated  with  LARVEX.  Cloth  on  right  has 
been  treated  with  LARVEX.  Note  how  moth 
worms  refuse  to  eat  larvexf.D  cloth. 


LARVEX 

TtaUgesf  Selling  /MproofV 


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home  to  a  new  one,  knowing  that  I  was  near 
and  would  come  to  see  her  again  and  again. 

Upon  this  matter  of  her  future  security 
alone  I  made  my  decision.  It  was  hastened, 
perhaps,  by  a  situation  peculiar  to  my  life: 
that  China  was  upset  by  civil  wars  and  revo- 
lutions. I  think  my  decision  took  its  final 
shape  on  a  certain  day,  of  which  I  have 
written  elsewhere,  when  a  horde  of  commu- 
nist soldiers  forced  Americans  and  other 
foreigners  out  of  their  homes,  killed  some  of 
them  and  compelled  the  rest  of  us  to  hide  for 
our  lives.  A  kindly  Chinese  gave  us  the 
shelter  of  her  little  thatched  hut,  and  there 
through  that  long  day  I  faced  death  with  all 
my  family.  But  it  was  of  my  child  that  I 
thought  most.  If  the  moment  of  death  came, 
I  must  contrive  to  have  her  killed  first.  I 
could  not  leave  her  in  the  hands  of  wild 
soldiers. 

This  situation,  as  I  say,  was  peculiar,  and 
of  no  moment  to  those  for  whom  I  write  this 
story.  But  the  essential  question  remains  the 
same  for  all  of  us  who  have  these  children 
who  never  grow  up.  We  have  to  think  beyond 
our  own  lives  for  them. 

It  became  apparent,  too,  as  time  went  on, 
that  my  little  daughter  should  find  her  own 
companions.  The  friends  who  came  and 
went  in  my  home  could  never  be  her  friends. 
Kind  and  pitying  as  they  were,  they  felt  the 
child  a  strain  upon  them  and  they  in  turn 
were  a  strain  upon  her  and  upon  me.  It  be- 
came clear  indeed  that  I  must  seek  and  find 
her  world  and  put  her  in  it. 

Again  an  incident,  very  slight  in  itself, 
crystallized  my  thinking.  We  had  some 
American  neighbors  in  our  big  Chinese  com- 
munity, and  one  of  the  neighbors  had  a  little 
girl  just  the  age  of  mine. 
They  had  always  gone  to  ■■■■■■■■ 
each  other's  parties.  One 
day,  however,  the  other 
little  girl,  having  come  over 
to  play,  was  prattling  as 
little  girls  will,  and  she  said, 
"My  mamma  says  don't  ■■^■i 
have  your  poor  little  girl 
any  more  to  my  party,  and  so  I  can't  ever 
have  her  next  time." 

Next  time,  indeed,  the  invitation  did  not 
come.  The  great  separation  had  begun.  I 
realized  then  that  I  must  find  another  world 
for  my  child,  one  where  she  would  not  be 
despised  and  rejected,  one  where  she  could 
find  her  own  level  and  have  friends  and 
affection,  understanding  and  appreciation.  I 
decided  that  day  to  find  the  right  institution 
for  her. 

I  might  mention  another  circumstance 
peculiar  to  my  situation.  When  I  told  one 
or  two  of  my  closest  Chinese  friends  what  I 
had  decided  upon,  they  were  very  much  per- 
turbed. Chinese  do  not  believe  in  institutions. 
They  feel  that  the  helpless,  young  and  old, 
should  be  cared  for  by  the  family,  reasoning, 
and  quite  truly,  that  no  stranger,  however 
kind,  can  be  trusted  to  be  as  kind  as  the 
family.  There  are  no  homes  for  the  old  in 
China,  no  orphanages  except  those  started 
through  western  influence,  no  places  for  the 
insane  or  for  the  mentally  defective.  Such 
persons  are  cared  for  entirely  at  home,  as  long 
as  they  live.  My  Chinese  friends  therefore 
thought  me  very  cruel  to  consider  leUing 
my  child  leave  home.  In  vain  I  explained  to 
them  that  the  American  family  was  not  like 
theirs.  The  Chinese  home  is  stable  and  it  con- 
tinues in  the  same  house  from  generation  to 
generation.  All  generations  live  under  the 
same  rtx)f  and  are  mutually  responsible  for 
and  to  one  another.  It  is  true  that  such  a 
family  home  is  ideal  for  the  care  of  the  help- 
less. 

They  could  not  believe  that  I  had  no  such 
home  even  in  my  native  land.  My  relatives 
were  strange  to  me,  since  I  had  grown  up  far 
from  them,  and  certainly  they  could  not  be 
expected  to  look  after  my  helpless  child  were 
I  to  die.  Moreover,  they  lived  in  separate 
homes  of  their  own.  They  would  consider  it 
an  imposition  to  have  my  child  left  in  their 
care.  Ours  is  an  individualistic  society,  in- 
deed, and  the  st;ite  must  do  for  the  individual 
what  family  does  in  the  older  civilizations. 
It  was  hard  to  explain  this  to  my  Chinese 


friends,  and  hard  not  to  be  move, 
appeals  to  me  to  keep  the  child  w 

The  decision  made,  the  next  qu 
how  it  was  to  be  done,  and  then  w 
found  out  enough  to  know  that 
place  I  wanted  my  child  to  live  in 
money  that  I  did  not  have.  There 
to  pay  for  this  except  myself.  I  m 
devise  means  to  do  what  I  want© 
my  child. 

I  am  speaking  now  entirely  abo 
and  I  realize  that  what  I  did  cam 
be  done.  The  fact  is  I  had  never 
money  from  the  days  when  I  first 
earn  my  own  living,  at  least  in  pa 
was  seventeen  years  old  and  in  col 
pendence  had  taught  me  that  the 
thing  was  to  know  what  I  wante 
could  always  find  means  to  get  it. 
of  mine  held.  I  decided  that  wher 
came  I  would  return  to  my  cot 
search  for  the  place  which  could  b^n 
child's  home. 


There  is  infinite  relief  in  a  decisic 
vides  a  goal.  A  guiding  rope  was 
the  morass  and  I  clung  to  it  and  dn 
self  out  of  despair  day  by  day,  as  tl 
came  more  clear  to  me.  Knowing  w 
going  to  do  and  thinking  how  to  do 
heal  the  inescapable  sorrow,  but  it 
to  live  with  it.  I  ceased  to  use  all  m 
energies  in  rebellion.  I  did  not  ask  u 
tinually.  The  real  secret  of  it  was 
gan  to  stop  thinking  of  myself  an 
row  and  began  to  think  only  of 
This  meant  that  I  was  not  strugglii 
life,  but  slowly  and  sometimes  blii 
ing  into  accord  with  it.  So  long  as  i 
in  myself,  life  was  unbearable. 

shifted  that  centd 


^  He  gives  little  who  gives 
^  much  •  with  a  frown;  he 
gives  much  who  gives  a  little 
with  a  smile.  —TALMUD. 


little,  I  began  1 1 
stand  that  sorraj 
be  borne,  not  e;| 
possibly. 

I  felt,  however, I 
fore  I  let  my  ch| 
■■■■■■■■  me  I  ought  tor 
abilities  for  myl 
learn  to  know  her  thoroughly,  s| 
could  make  the  best  possible  choiu 
future  home.  For  this  I  decided  t : 
year,  during  which  all  my  time,  as^ 
family  essentials,  would  be  spent  \! 
I  would  try  to  teach  her  to  read,  to 
distinguish  colors  and,  since  she  lovtl 
to  learn  notes  and  to  sing  littll 
Whether  she  could  do  this  I  did  nd 
It  was  as  important  for  me  to  kna 
could  not  as  to  know  if  she  could. 

In  a  curious  way  I  was  helped  hen 
was  taking  place  in  China.  The  ro' 
ture  of  Nanking  by  the  new  revol 
forces  had  compelled  all  white  peopl 
the  city  for  a  period.  It  was  in  eat 
that  the  capture  took  place,  and  w 
Japan  for  a  peaceful  summer  in  the 
green  mountains  above  the  seaport 
saki.  It  was  a  happy  summer  in  its 
lived  in  a  small  Japanese  house  in  th 
and  bereft  of  possessions  and  respom 
it  was  a  return  to  nature.  For  me,  I 
hard  years,  it  was  a  time  of  healing 
no  one  except  the  friendly  Japane> 
folk  who  came  to  sell  crabs  and  fish 
morning.  My  child  could  run  abou 
liked,  while  I  did  my  primitive  house 
I  cooked  on  a  charcoal  brazier  as  tt 
nese  women  did,  and  we  lived  upon 
fish  and  fruit. 

I  shall  pause  here  for  a  little  gifto 
to  the  Japanese  people  I  met  in  thw 
ant  months  of  enforced  holiday.  Lat 
summer  I  decided  to  take  advantagi 
ness  and  to  make  a  journey  throuK' 
With  my  child  I  made  that  journey 
ing  third  class  by  day  on  the  trains, 
save  money  and  to  meet  the  averat 
nese  people.  We  ate  the  little  lun 
bought  from  venders  at  the  statior 
clean,  wtxKlen  boxes  packed  wit 
partments  of  rice,  pickles  and  fish, 
child  for  the  first  time  in  her  I 
fresh  p;  steurized  milk,  hot  and  it 

bottles. 

At  night  we  left  the  train  and  slept 
little  village  inns  where  we  saw  onl 

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daces.  We  left  our  shoes  at  the  doorway, 
Heft  Japanese  maids  put  slippers  on  our 
>«id  led  us  to  a  hot  bath  and  then  to  our 
d]  Then  the  evening  meal  was  served  in 
a':red  wooden  bowls,  a  chicken  or  beef 
eggs,  fish,  rice  and  tea.  Afterward  the 
ss  soft  quilts  were  brought  from  the 
losets,  and  spread  on  the  clean  matting 


|o|or  us.  I  woke  often  in  the  night  to  gaze 
dim  moonlit  garden,  perhaps  only  a 
irfet  square,  which  somehow  suggested, 
w:heless,  space  and  infinity.  It  is  the 
plese  genius.  Everywhere  we  met  with 
»|?ss  and  courtesy.  There  was  no  sign 
ijayone  saw  my  child  as  strange.  She  was 
4;ed  for  what  she  was  and  most  tenderly 
■d.  That  brought  healing  too. 
he  late  autumn,  before  Christmas,  we 
back  to  China  to  live  for  a  year  in 
hai.  It  was  still  not  safe,  we  were  told, 
irn  to  Nanking.  That  year  alone  with 
ild  was  a  profound  education  for  me. 
>ok  back  on  it,  I  see  that  it  was  the  be- 
g  of  whatever  real  knowledge  I  have 
human  mind.  We  had  three  rooms  at 
■p  of  a  house  shared  with  two  other 
is,  refugees  like  ourselves.  There  I 
:d  my  child's  days  and  my  own,  so 
time  each  day  devoted  to  finding  out 
ihe  could  learn.  I  willed  myself  to  pa- 
and  submission  to  her  capacities.  Im- 
ce  was  a  sin.  So  the  long  year  began, 
nterspersed  with 


;e  and  play, 
detail  of  those 
s  is  unimportant 
)ut  I  will  simply 
at  I  found  that 
lild  could  learn 
ad  simple  sen- 
that  she  was 
/ith  much  effort, 
:e  her  name,  and 
she  loved  songs 
'as  able  to  sing 
ones.  What  she 
ile  to  achieve  was 
significance  in  it- 
think  she  might 
>een  able  to  pro- 
further,  but  one 
■hen,  pressing  her 

M;  very  gently  but        ;  ^— 

■:eadily  and  per- 

Min  my  anxiety  rather  relentlessly,  I 
piled  to  take  her  little  right  hand  to 
Uit  in  writing  a  word.  It  was  wet  with 
caption.  I  took  both  her  hands  and 
Ml  them  and  saw  they  were  wet.  I  re- 
ztlthen  that  the  child  was  under  intense 
a:  that  she  was  trying  her  very  best  for 
I  ke,  submitting  to  something  she  did 
t|  the  least  understand,  with  an  angelic 
I  )  please  me.  She  was  not  really  learning 
y  ng. 

I  ;emed  my  heart  broke  all  over  again. 

I  I  could  control  myself  I  got  up  and 
■J  ay  the  books  forever.  Of  what  use  was 
W'ush  this  mind  beyond  where  it  could 
Ibn?  She  might  after  much  effort  be 
It  '  read  a  little,  but  she  could  never  en- 
|l)oks.  She  might  learn  to  write  her 

II  but  she  would  never  find  in  writ- 
Mmeans  of  communication.  Music  she 
Blpiear  with  joy,  but  she  could  not  make 

the  child  was  human.  She  had  a  right 
>piness,  and  her  happiness  was  to  be 
)  live  where  she  could  function, 
t's  go  outside  and  play  with  the  kit- 
is,  I  said. 

H  little  face  took  on  a  look  of  incredu- 
Js  >y,  and  that  was  my  reward. 
Hipiness,  I  now  determined,  was  to  be 
I  imosphere.  I  gave  up  all  ambition  for 
r.  11  pride,  and  accepted  her  exactly  as 
I  is,  expecting  nothing,  grateful  if  some 
sl'ame  through  the  dimness  of  her  mind, 
hcver  she  could  be  most  happy  would 
J  home.  I  kept  her  with  me  until  she 
1  ine  years  old,  and  then  I  set  out  in 
;<ri  of  her  final  home. 


^  Everyone  knows  the  story  of  Lin- 
^  coin's  assassination,  but  few 
have  heard  of  an  incident  which  oc- 
curred in  1863,  two  years  before  the 
death  of  the  President.  A  twenty- 
year-old  lad  w  as  standing  on  a  plat- 
form in  Jersey  City  waiting  for  a 
train.  Before  he  could  regain  his 
balance  a  restless  crowd  had  thrown 
him  to  the  space  between  the  plat- 
form and  a  train  moving  out.  As  he 
struggled  vainly  to  pull  himself  up, 
a  man  in  the  crowd  pushed  his  way 
through  and  pulled  him  to  safety. 
The  young  man  was  Robert  Todd 
Lincoln,  and  his  rescuer  was  Edwin 
Booth,  brother  of  the  man  who 
later  killed  President  Lincoln. 


Ill 


IE  to  my  own  country  as  a  stranger. 

was  disadvantage  in  this,  for  I  had  no 
"'  5  to  guide  me,  nor  any  who  knew  in  any 
What  I  needed  or  how  to  help  me.  Yet 


there  was  advantage  too.  I  knew  what  I 
wanted  to  find  and  I  had  learned  from  my 
life  among  the  Chinese  to  look  for  essen- 
tials—that  is,  for  human  quality.  I  had  deter- 
mined that  I  would  not  judge  by  money 
alone.  If  the  right  place  cost  a  great  deal,  I 
would  find  some  way  to  pay  for  it.  I  was 
young,  I  was  strong,  I  was  well  educated. 
With  those  three  gifts,  I  could  provide  some- 
how for  the  child. 

I  learned  a  great  deal  in  the  next  year.  It 
took  me  in  many  directions  indeed.  I  had  a 
long  list  of  schools  and  institutions  and  I 
asked  for  others  as  I  went.  Of  that  intensive 
search  it  would  be  useless  to  tell  every  detail, 
but  for  those  who  must  make  a  similar  search 
it  may  be  useful  to  know  certain  things. 

First  of  all,  I  learned  not  to  judge  an  in- 
stitution by  its  grounds  and  equipment. 
Some  of  the  finest  and  most  expensively 
equipped  schools  were  the  worst,  so  far  as  the 
children  were  concerned.  I  remember  one 
such  place.  I  had  spent  a  whole  day  with  the 
headmistress.  She  showed  me  every  detail  of 
the  splendidly  planned  grounds  and  houses. 
The  children  were  well  fed  and  well  cared  for, 
obviously.  She  had  a  resident  doctor  and  a 
resident  psychologist.  The  attendants  for 
the  children  were  neat  and  pleasant.  There 
were  an  excellent  school  building  and  a  good 
exhibit  of  handicraft,  done  by  the  children. 
There  was  a  department  of  music.  Every 
_  effort,  she  assured  me, 

■■■■■■■■■  was  made  to  develop 
the  children  to  the 
height  of  their  potenti- 
ality. She  herself  was 
competent,  brisk,  not 
unkind.  I  tried  to  think 
of  my  little  girl  beside 
her  and  could  not  quite 
imagine  warmth  be- 
tween them,  but  of 
course  the  headmistress 
would  not  have  much 
to  do  with  any  individ- 
ual child.  So  well  im- 
pressed was  I  as  the  day 
went  on  that  I  was 
beginning  to  think  of 
the  fabulous  annual  fee 
and  to  plan  how  it 
■■■■■■■■  could  be  found.  Eve- 
ning came,  and  I  sat  on 
the  wide  porch,  still  with  the  headmistress, 
waiting  for  the  bus  that  was  to  take  me  away. 
Then  something  happened  which  undid  all 
the  day. 

A  car  stopped  and  a  group  of  young  girls 
in  their  teens,  all  children  in  the  school, 
mounted  the  steps  and  crossed  the  porch. 
They  greeted  the  headmistress  very  properly 
and  she  returned  their  greeting.  I  saw  her 
watching  them  sharply. 

Suddenly  she  called  to  them,  "Girls, 
stop!" 

They  stopped,  half  frightened. 

The  headmistress  said  in  her  clear,  per- 
emptory way,  "How  often  have  I  told  you 
to  hold  up  your  heads?  Go  back  to  the  steps 
and  walk  across  the  porch  again!" 

They  obeyed  instantly  while  she  watched. 

When  they  had  gone  into  the  house  she 
turned  to  me  with  a  complacent  explanatory 
air.  "  It  is  part  of  my  work  to  teach  the  girls 
how  to  enter  a  room  properly  and  how  to 
leave  it.  Feeble-minded  people  always  walk 
with  their  heads  hanging— it's  characteristic. 
I  have  to  break  them  of  it." 

"Why?"  I  asked. 

She  shrugged  her  shoulders.  "These  girls 
all  come  of  good  families,  people  in  society," 
she  explained.  "The  parents  don't  want  to  be 
ashamed  of  taking  them  about."  She  laughed 
half  contemptuously.  "Why,  I  even  have  to 
teach  them  how  to  hold  a  hand  at  bridge  and 
look  as  though  they  were  playing!" 

"Why  do  you  do  it?"  I  asked. 

"I  have  to  make  my  living,"  she  said 
honestly  enough. 

We  parted  on  that,  but  I  knew  that  I  would 
never  send  my  child  to  her  handsome  institu- 
tion. I  wanted  to  find  a  man  or  woman  who 
thought  of  the  children  first.  Of  course  we 
must  all  live,  but  it  is  amazing  how  easy  it 
is  to  find  bread  when  one  does  not  put  it 
first. 


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For  first  dinner  parties  and  ever  after,  for 
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I  (»(> 

That  experience  taught  me  thereafter  to 
look  for  the  right  person  at  the  head  of  the 
institution.  I  knew  that  the  employees  would 
be  no  better  than  the  head,  therefore  the 
head  must  be  the  best.  I  ceased  to  look  at 
equipment  and  housing.  There  must  of 
course  be  space  for  play,  and  ample  sunshine 
and  fresh  air.  I  rejected  the  extreme  north 
country  because  the  season  outside  was  so 
short.  My  child  had  been  used  to  a  semi- 
tropical  air  and  much  outdoor  play.  But  be- 
yond space  and  a  minimum  of  cleanliness 
and  care,  I  began  to  look  for  the  right  people, 
people  who  were  warm  and  human. 

I  might  say  here  that  since  I  was  not  resi- 
dent in  my  own  country  I  belonged  to  no 
state  and  therefore  state  institutions  were  not 
easily  open  to  me.  Moreover,  they  had  long 
waiting  lists,  and  though  I  visited  them, 
most  of  them  were  overcrowded  and  the 
children  lived  in  strict  routine.  Oh.  how  my 
heart  suffered  for  those  big  rooms  of  children 
sitting  dully  on  benches,  waiting,  waiting! 

"What  are  they  waiting  for?"  I  asked  my 
guide  one  day. 

"They  aren't  waiting  for  anything,"  he  re- 
plied in  surprise.  "They're  just  sitting. 
That's  all  they  want  to  do." 

"How  do  you  know  they  wouldn't  like  to 
do  something  more?"  I  asked. 

He  evaded  the  question.  "We  get  them  all 
up  a  couple  of  times  a  day  and  make  them 
walk  around  the  building." 

But  I  know  the- children  were  really  wait- 
ing. They  were  waiting  for  something  pleas- 
ant to  happen  to  them.  Perhaps  they  did  not 
know  they  were  waiting,  but  they  were.  I 
know  now  that  there  is  no  mind  so  dim  that 
it  does  not  feel  pain  and  pleasure.  These,  too, 
were  human  beings — that.  I  perceived,  was 
the   important  thing  to  ^^^^^^^^ 
understand,  and  many  of 
those  who  cared  for  them  . 
did    not    understand   it.      m  1 
The  children  who  never 
grow  are  human  beings 
and  they  suffer  as  human 
bi  ings,  inarticulately  but  ■■■■■■■■■ 
deeply  nevertheless.  The 
human  creature  is  always  more  than  an 
animal. 

That  is  the  one  thing  we  must  never 
forget.  He  is  forever  more  than  a  beast. 
Though  the  mind  has  gone  away,  though  he 
cannot  speak  or  communicate  with  anyone, 
the  human  stuff  is  there,  and  he  belongs  to 
the  human  family. 

I  saw  this  wonderfully  exemplified  in  one 
state  institution.  When  I  first  visited  the 
place  it  was  an  abode  of  horror.  The  children, 
some  young  in  body,  some  old,  were  appar- 
ently without  any  minds  whatever.  The 
average  mental  age  was  estimated  at  less 
than  one  year.  They  were  herded  together 
like  dogs.  They  wore  baglike  garments  of 
rough  calico  or  burlap.  Their  food  was  given 
to  them  on  the  floor  and  they  snatched  it  up. 
No  effort  was  made  to  teach  them  toilet 
habits.  The  floors  were  of  cement  and  were 
hosed  two  or  three  times  a  day.  The  beds 
were  pallets  on  the  floor,  and  filthy.  There 
were  explanations,  of  course.  I  was  told  that 
these  children  could  be  taught  nothing,  that 
they  merely  existed  until  they  died.  Worst  of 
all  to  me  was  that  there  was  not  one  thing  of 
beauty  anywhere,  nothing  for  the  children  to 
look  at,  no  reason  for  them  to  lift  their  heads 
or  put  out  their  hands. 

Somk  years  later  I  went  back  again.  I  had 
heard  there  was  a  new  man  in  charge,  a 
young  man  who  was  different.  I  found  that 
he  wras  different,  and  because  he  was,  lie  had 
made  the  whole  institution  different.  It  was 
as  crowded  as  ever,  but  wholly  changed.  It 
was  like  a  home.  There  were  gay  curtains  at 
the  windows  and  bright  linoleums  on  the 
floors.  In  the  various  r<x>ms  the  children  had 
been  segregated,  babies  were  with  babies, 
and  older  children  with  their  own  kind. 
There  were  chairs  and  benches  and  the  chil- 
dren sat  on  them.  There  were  flowers  in  the 
windows  and  toys  on  I  lie  floor.  The  children 
were  decent  and  even  wore  pretty  clothes, 
and  they  wen-  all  clean.  The  old  sickening 
smell  was  gone.  There  was  a  dining  room, 
and  there  were  tables,  on  which  were  dishes 
and  s|MKjns  and  mugs. 


tin?    a  srood 
erfeiling  him. 
—  FRANKLIN. 


Mi 


"Are  the  children  now  of  a  higher  g 
I  asked  the  young  man. 

"No."  he  said,  smiling,  "many  a 
are  the  same  children." 

"  But  I  was  told  they  could  not  be  t; 

"They  can  all  be  taught  somethii 
replied.  "When  they  can't  manage 
someone  helps  them." 

Then  he  showed  me  the  things  th 
made,  actually  little  baskets  and  mat 
pie  and  full  of  mistakes,  but  to  me  won 
And  the  children  who  had  made  thet 
so  proud  of  what  they  had  done.  The 
up  to  us.  and  though  they  could  not 
they  knew  what  they  had  done. 

"Has  their  mental  age  gone  up?"  I 

"A  little,  on  the  average."  he 
"But  it  isn't  only  mental  age  that 
with  them — or  with  anybody,  for  th; 
ter." 

"How  did  you  do  it?"  I  asked. 
"I  treat  them  as  human  beings," 
simply. 

When  my  search  ended  it  was  at 
place  where  I  found  such  a  person.  \\ 
looking  at  the  buildings  or  the  groi 
knew  when  I  entered  the  office  and 
hands  with  the  quiet,  gray-haired  m 
greeted  me  with  a  gentle  voice  that 
found  what  I  wanted.  Of  course  I  did 
cide  upon  impulse.  I  told  him  atx 
child  and  what  it  was  that  I  looked  f 
he  listened.  There  was  something  in  t 
he  listened.  He  was  sympathetic,  t 
with  effort.  He  was  not  eager.  He  s; 
fidently  that  he  did  not  know  wht 
would  be  satisfied  with  his  school, 
might  look  around.  So  we  did  look  a 
and  what  I  saw  was  that  every  chilrfU 
^^^^^^^^^     lit  when  he  came  ii 
^^^^^^^■1     cottages,  and  that 
was  a  clamor  of  vo 

•liflerenee  be-       greet    him    and  a 

name  —  Uncle  Ed. 
called  him.  I  saw  1 
took  time  to  plaj 
mmnnHMH     them  and  that  he  le 
hug  his  knees  and 
his  pockets  where  there  were  small 
lates — very  tiny  ones,  not  enough  to 
child's  appetite.  He  knew  every  child: 
seeing  eyes  were  noticing  everything 
where.  He  greeted  the  attendants 
courtesy  and  when  he  made  a  sugges 
that  Jimmy,  for  instance,  should 
lower  chair  upon  which  to  sit,  and  so  ti 
of  the  chair  he  liked  best  could  be  cut 
suit — the  attendant  was  quick  to  9 
The  buildings  were  pleasant  and  ad<  1 
but  not  nearly  so  handsome  as  somrl 
seen.  The  atmosphere  was  what  I  felt  1 
warm  and  free  and  friendly.  I  saw  c  I 
playing  around  the  yards  behind  t'l 
tages,  making  mud  pies  and  beha\  I 
though  they  were  at  home.  I  saw  a  I 
motto  repeated  again  and  again  on  tb  I 
on  the  stationery,  hanging  above  the  I 
own  desk.  It  was  this:  "Happiness  fii 
all  else  follows." 

The  head  smiled  when  he  saw  m 
resting  on  the  words.  "That's  not  just 
mentality,"  he  said.  "  It  is  the  fruit  of  ■ 
ence.  We've  found  that  we  cannot  t 
child  anything  unless  his  mind  and  he- 
free  of  unhappiness.  The  only  child  w 
learn  is  the  happy  child." 

I  knew  enough  about  teaching  to 
that  this  is  a  sound  principle  in  any  1 
tion.  It  was  comforting  and  reassur 
find  it  the  cornerstone  here  upon  wh 
else  was  built.  I  said  to  myself  that  I 
l<x)k  no  more. 

Upon  a  September  day  I  brought  m 
girl  to  the  place  I  had  found.  We  \ 
about  to  accustom  her  to  the  new 
grounds  and  I  went  with  her  to  the 
where  her  bed  stood.  I  met  the  woma 
was  to  be  her  attendant,  as  well  as  the 
intendent  of  girls.  The  child  dung  tonr 
and  I  (o  hers.  What  went  on  in  hei 
mind  I  do  not  know,  but  I  think  som 
lxHling  was  there.  We  had  never  bee 
arated.  and  the  time  was  coming  whet 
must  he  a  separation  almost  as  final a» 
F  would  come  back  to  see  her  often,  a 
could  enme  sometimes  to  see  me,  b 
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3  tablespoons  but- 
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2  tablespoons  flour 
1  teaspoon  salt 
V8  teaspoon  pepper 
Va  teaspoon 
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Evaporated  Milk 
1  cup  chicken  stock  or  broth 
3  cups  cooked,  diced  chicken 
Vi  cup  cooked  mushrooms 
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y,  ition  was  there,  nevertheless.  We  were 
;  parted.  Even  though  I  believed  that  it 
d>est  for  her  safety  that  she  find  her 
iment  shelter  here,  the  fact  that  she 
(  need  lifelong  shelter  was  the  primary 

;he  afternoon  of  that  day  which  was  so 
ful  in  its  passing  the  head  asked  me  to 
to  the  assembly  hall.  The  children  were 
gather  there  for  some  music.  In  his 
i  ess  he  asked  me  to  sit  on  the  platform 
;  iim  and  to  speak  to  the  children  for  a 

I  inutes  about  Chinese  children.  Some  of 
!  he  said,  would  understand. 

l:re  are  moments  which  crystallize 

I I  an  instant  the  meaning  of  years.  Such 
i  came  to  me  when  I  stood  on  the  plat- 
i|of  that  room  and  saw  before  me  hun- 
Hj  of  children's  faces  looking  up  at  me. 
^  heartache  loomed  behind  each  one, 
ijyears  of  pain,  what  tears,  what  fright- 
|sappointment  and  despair!  They  were 
for  life,  prisoners  of  their  fate.  And 
g  them,  one  of  them,  my  child  must 
forth  be. 

;  kind  man  at  whose  side  I  stood  must 
discerned  something  of  what  I  felt,  for 
he  saw  I  could  not  speak  he  told  a  little 
and  made  the  children  laugh  and  I  was 
o  go  on  again.  I  think  I  never  tried 
earnestly  to  interest  an  audience,  never 
put  myself  so 


month  I  found  the  child  happy  and  well. 
This  was  not  true.  Her  distraught  little  face, 
her  pitiful  joy  at  seeing  me  brought  back  all 
the  doubts  again  and  I  was  ready  to  pack 
her  trunk  and  bring  her  home. 

The  elderly  matron  stood  looking  at  us. 
"She  has  been  quite  naughty,"  she  said 
gravely.  "She  has  not  wanted  to  do  what  the 
other  children  do  and  she  has  cried  a  great 
deal.  We  have  had  to  deal  with  her." 

"Deal  with  her?"  I  asked. 

"Yes.  When  she  ran  out  of  the  house  we 
had  to  restrain  her." 

"She  is  used  to  freedom,"  I  murmured. 
"And  of  course  she  was  running  out  to  look 
for  me." 

"She  cannot  run  outside  alone,"  the 
matron  said,  "and  she  must  learn  to  obey. 
When  she  learns,  she  will  be  happy  as  the 
others  are." 

Protest  was  thick  in  my  throat,  but  I 
choked  it  back.  "I  will  take  her  out  for  a 
little  walk,"  I  said. 

As  soon  as  we  were  outside  and  alone  she 
was  as  happy  as  a  songbird  again,  but  she 
clutched  my  hand  as  though  she  would 
never  let  it  go.  I  went  in  search  of  the  head. 
He  was  there  in  his  office  and  he  welcomed 
me  and  spoke  to  the  child.  She  seemed  to 
know  him  and  not  be  afraid  of  him,  and  this 
meant  he  had  been  to  see  her  himself. 

I  began  at  once. 


heartedly  into 
iffort  as  I  did 
that  half  hour 
c  with  those  chil- 
I  could  not  say 
was  in  my  heart, 
d  not  tell  them 
I  understood 
ives  better  than 
derstood  any- 
else,  because  I 
lived  through 
a  life.  I  had  to 
small  childish 
that  they  could 
,  and  my  reward 
heir  fresh  laugh- 


er it  was  over, 
head  took  me 
alone  and  talked 
le  gently  and 
ly.  I  have  never 

tten  his  words.  "You  must  remember," 
d,  "that  these  are  happy  children.  They 
ife  here.  They  will  never  know  distress 
int.  They  will  never  know  struggle  or 
t,  nor  will  sorrow  ever  touch  them, 
lemands  are  made  upon  them  which 
cannot  meet.  The  joys  which  they  can 
date  they  have.  Your  child  will  escape 
iffering.  Will  you  remember  that  and 
be  a  comfort  to  you?  Remember  that 
is  a  sorrow  worse  than  one's  own — it 
see  a  beloved  person  suffer  without 
able  to  help.  That  sorrow  you  will 
have." 

any  a  time  since  then  when  I  have 
sfht  of  the  child  and  the  waters  have 
ed  to  close  over  my  head,  I  have  re- 
bered  those  kind  and  wise  words.  As 
as  the  child  is  happy,  am  I  not  strong 
gh  to  bear  what  is  to  be  borne  ? 

ft  her  there  and,  following  the  request 
e  school,  I  did  not  visit  her  for  a  month, 
head  believed  that  a  full  month  was 
ed  for  the  new  roots  to  be  put  down,  and 
the  parents  delayed  the  necessary  proc- 
They  would  tell  me,  he  promised,  if  any- 
went  wrong.  So  I  tore  myself  away, 
ng  her  for  the  first  time  in  our  lives. 

that  month  I  need  not  speak.  Any 
nt  like  me  will  know  the  doubts  that 
me.  To  leave  a  child  who  cannot 
i  a  letter,  who  cannot  even  make  known 
ords  what  she  feels  and  needs,  seemed 
ie  at  times  the  height  of  cruelty.  These 
came  in  the  night,  and  only  the 
ght  of  a  future  with  the  child  grown  old 
me  gone  could  keep  me  from  hurrying  to 
nearest  railway  station.  Ah,  well,  there 
nany  who  know  such  hours  in  the  night ! 
would  be  pleasant  to  say  that  when  I 
back  to  the  school  at  '.he  end  of  the 


BY  ESTHER  WOOD 

These  two  things  I  hold  most  dear: 
The  earliest  flower  of  the  year, 
The  earliest  .  .  .  and  the  last  to  go, 
The  flower  just  before  the  snow. 

For  that  which  comes  before  the  dark 
Sings  of  courage  like  a  lark. 
And  that  which  blooms  before  the 
spring 

Proves  that  it  was  right  to  sing. 


"I  think  I  cannot 
leave  her  here,"  I  told 
him.  "The  matron 
says  that  they  have 
had  to  restrain  her, 
whatever  that  means. 
But  surely  they  un- 
derstand that  a  little 
child  like  this  cannot 
suddenly  be  happy 
without  the  home  she 
has  always  had.  She 
has  never  been  among 
strangers.  She  cannot 
understand  why  her 
life  is  completely  and 
suddenly  changed. 
Do  the  children  have 
to  be  forced  into  a 
routine?  Must  they 
walk  in  line  into  the 
dining  room,  for  ex- 
ample?" 

This  and  much  more  I  said.  He  let  me  say 
it  all  while  his  eyes  were  kind  upon  us. 

"It  is  not  possible  for  your  child  to  live 
here  exactly  as  she  has  in  your  house,"  he 
said  when  I  had  finished.  "Here  she  is  one  of 
many.  She  will  be  individually  cared  for  and 
watched  and  taught,  it  is  true,  but  she  cannot 
behave  as  though  she  were  the  only  child. 
This  will  mean  some  loss  of  freedom  to  her. 
This  loss  you  must  weigh  against  the  gain. 
She  is  safe  here.  She  has  companionship. 
When  she  learns  to  fall  in  with  the  others  in 
the  small  routines  that  are  necessary  in  any 
big  family,  she  will  even  enjoy  the  sense  of 
being  with  the  crowd.  She  has  to  learn,  you 
know.  But  rest  assured  that  she  will  be 
taught  only  those  things  which  she  is  able  to 
learn  and  nothing  will  be  forced  on  her  that 
is  beyond  her. 

"Try  to  think  of  what  she  will  be  a  year 
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I  said,  "It  is  so  hard  because  she  doesn't 
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is  for  her  good." 

"None  of  us  really  understands  why,"  he 
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there  is  any  good  in  it  anywhere." 

I  could  not  indeed. 

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Much  else  he  said  and  I  sat  listening  and 
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I  stayed  with  her  for  only  a  day,  because 
they  said  it  would  be  better  not  to  stay  too 
long  the  first  time.  Then  I  went  away.  1  shall 
never  forget  as  long  as  I  live  that  I  had  to 
pull  her  little  arms  aw-ay  from  around  my 
neck  and  that  I  dared  not  look  back.  I  knew 
the  matron  was  holding  her  fast  and  I  knew 
I  must  not  see  it,  lest  my  courage  fail. 

Years  have  passed  since  that  day.  I  came 
to  live  in  America,  not  far  from  her,  and  I 
visit  her  often.  She  is  used  now  to  my  com- 
ing and  going,  and  yet  even  now  there  is  the 
brief  clinging  when  I  leave.  "I  want  to  go 
home."  she  whispers  again  and  again.  She 
comes  home  sometimes,  too,  and  is  filled  with 
joy  for  a  few  days.  But  here  is  the  comfort  I 
take  nowadays.  After  she  has  been  at  home 
a  week  or  so,  she  begins  to  miss  the  other 
home.  She  inquires  after  "the  girls,"  she 
asks  for  some  toy  or  musical  instrument  or 
record  that  she  left  behind.  At  last  almost 
willingly  she  goes  back  again,  after  making 
sure  that  I  am  coming  soon  to  see  her.  The 
long  struggle  is  over.  The  adjustment  has 
been  made.  When  the  wakeful  hours  come  in 
the  night  I  comfort  myself,  thinking  that  if 
I  should  die  before  I  wake,  as  the  old  childish 
prayer  has  it,  her  life  would  go  on  just  the 
same.  Much  of  the  money  that  I  have  been 
able  to  earn  has  gone  into  making  this  se- 
curity for  her.  I  have  a  sense  of  pride  that 
she  will  be  dependent  on  no  one  as  long  as 
she  lives,  and  whether  or  not  I  live.  I  have 
done  all  that  could  be  done. 

I  realize  that  many  parents  cannot  be  so 
fortunate  as  I  have  been  in  being  able  to 
make  a  child  secure.  Some  of  them  have 
come  to  me  with  children  like  mine  and  have 
asked  me  what  to  do.  They  have  told  me 
that  they  have  little  money  or  that  they 
have  other  children  and  what  there  is  must 
be  divided.  The  helpless  child  cannot  have 
everything,  however  the  parents'  hearts  are 
torn.  They  are  right,  of  course.  Speaking 
coldly,  if  it  is  possible  to  do  so,  the  normal 
children  are  more  useful  to  society  perhaps 
than  the  helpless  ones. 

And  yet  I  wonder  if  that  is  so.  My  helpless 
child  has  taught  me  so  much.  She  has  taught 
me  patience,  above  all  else.  I  come  of  a  family 
impatient  with  stupidity  and  slowness,  and  I 
absorbed  the  family  intolerance  of  minds  less 
quick  than  our  own.  Then  there  was  put  into 
my  sole  keeping  this  pitiful  mind,  struggling 
against  I  know  not  what  handicap.  Could  I 
despise  it  for  what  was  no  fault  of  its  own? 
That  indeed  would  have  been  the  most  cruel 
injustice.  While  I  tried  to  find  out  its  slight 
abilities  I  was  compelled  both  by  love  and 
justice  to  learn  tender  and  careful  patience. 
It  was  not  always  easy.  Natural  impatience 
burst  forth  time  and  again,  to  my  shame, 
and  it  seemed  useless  to  try  to  teach.  But 
justice  reasoned  with  me  thus:  "This  mind 
lias  the  right  to  its  fullest  development  too. 
It  may  be  very  little,  but  the  right  is  the  same 
as  yours,  or  any  other's.  If  you  refuse  it  the 
right  to  know,  in  so  far  as  it  can  know,  you 
do  a  wrong." 

So  by  this  most  sorrowful  way  I  was  com- 
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ence for  every  human  mind.  It  was  my  child 
who  taught  me  to  understand  so  clearly  that 
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is  to  be  considered  less,  as  a  human  being, 
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goes  in  search  of  the  housemother.  She  has 
been  known  to  push  away  the  offending  one. 
She  will  not  endure  injustice.  An  attendant, 
laughing,  said  to  me  one  day,  "We  have  to 
treat  her  fairly  or  she  makes  more  trouble  for 
us." 

What  I  am  trying  to  say  is  that  there  is  a 
whole  personality  not  concerned  with  the 
mind,  and  children  mentally  deficient  often 
compensate  for  their  lack  by  other  qualities 
of  goodness. 

This  is  a  very  important  fact  and  it  has 
been  so  recognized.  Psychologists  working 
with  mentally  retarded  children  at  The 
Training  School  in  Vineland,  New  Jersey, 
have  found  that  while  the  I.  Q.  may  be  very 
low  indeed  a  child  actually  may  function  a 
good  deal  higher  because  of  his  social  sense, 
his  feeling  of  how  he  ought  to  behave,  his 
pride,  his  kindness,  his  wish  to  be  liked. 
Acting  upon  this  observation,  they  developed 
the  Social  Maturity  Scale,  to  complement 
the  Binet  Scale  earlier  brought  from  France 
and  adapted  for  use  in  the  United  States. 
What  is  true  of  the  retarded  child  is  also  true 
of  the  normal  one.  A  high  intelligence  may 
be  a  curse  to  society,  as  it  has  often  been,  un- 
less it  is  accompanied  by  qualities  of  char- 
acter which  provide  social  maturity,  and  the 
less  brilliant  child  who  has  these  qualities  is 
a  better  citizen  and  often  achieves  more  in- 
dividually than  the  high  intelligence  without 
them. 

Today  this  Vineland  Social  Maturity 
Scale  is  very  widely  used  in  the  armed  forces, 
in  schools  and  colleges,  in  aptitude  tests, 
wherever  normal  individuals  are  measured. 
We  have  to  thank  the  helpless  children  for 
teaching  us  that  mere  intelligence  is  not 
enough. 


Of  all  manifestations  of  power, 
restraint  impresses  men  most. 

— THUCYDIDES. 


They  have  taught  us  much  more.  They 
have  taught  us  how  people  learn.  The  minds 
of  retarded  children  are  sane  minds,  normal 
except  that,  being  arrested,  the  processes  are 
slowed.  But  they  learn  in  the  same  ways  that 
the  normal  minds  do,  repeated  many  more 
times.  Psychologists,  observing  the  slower 
processes,  have  been  able  to  discover,  ex- 
actly as  though  in  a  slow-motion  picture, 
the  way  the  human  creature  acquires  new 
knowledge  and  new  habits.  Our  educational 
techniques  for  normal  children  have  been 
vastly  improved  by  what  the  retarded  chil- 
dren have  taught  us. 

In  the  years  which  have  passed  since  I  led 
my  child  into  her  own  world,  again  and 
again  I  have  been  able  to  find  comfort  in  the 
fact  that  her  life,  with  others,  has  been  of  use 
in  enlarging  the  whole  body  of  our  knowl- 
edge. When  one  has  learned  how  to  live  with 
inescapable  sorrow,  one  learns,  too,  how  to 
find  comfort  by  the  way. 

When  I  speak  of  comfort  I  think  now  of 
other  parents  than  myself.  I  think  of  those 
who  bring  me  their  children  and  ask  what  to 
do  for  them.  Almost  the  first  question  they 
ask  is,  "Are  private  schools  and  institutions 
so  much  better  than  state  ones  that  we  ought 
to  make  all  the  family  sacrifice  to  the  utmost 
for  the  sake  of  one?" 

My  answer  is  this:  A  good  private  school  is 
usually  better  than  the  average  state  institu- 
tion. There  is  less  crowding  and  more  individ- 
ual attention.  But  even  this  depends  some- 
what upon  the  state.  There  are  states  where 
the  institutions  are  remarkably  good,  the 
employees  well  paid,  a  pension  system  es- 
tablished and  every  inducement  offered  for 
good  people  to  stay.  There  are  other  states 
where  the  institutions  are  medieval.  Parents 
must  examine  their  own  state  institutions. 
Where  there  are  ample  family  funds,  a  good 
private  institution  has  advantages.  Yet  the 
weakness  in  most  private  institutions  is  that 
often  they  do  not  continue  beyond  the  life- 
time of  the  person  who  establishes  them. 
Some  of  the  finest  and  most  elaborate  private 
institutions  will  close  when  the  head  dies, 
and  the  children  then  must  be  scattered  and 
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st  make  their  adjustments  all  over  again, 
is  essential  in  choosing  your  child's  home 
it  you  find  an  institution  which  is  not  de- 
ldent  upon  any  one  man,  but  which  is 
itrolled  by  a  self-perpetuating  board  of 
stees  and  has  endowments  to  carry  it 
ough  the  hard  years.  The  state  institu- 
ns  have,  of  course,  an  immense  advantage 
.hat  they  are  permanent,  and  once  a  child 
ers  he  is  secure  for  life. 

answer  the  parents  by  saying  that  where 
rivate  institution  would  bring  severe  sacri- 
:  on  every  member  of  the  family  for  the 
e  of  one,  I  would  find  a  good  state  institu- 
i,  even  if  I  had  to  move  my  home  to  an- 
er  state,  and  there  I  would  put  my  child. 
Vhen  the  child  is  safely  in  his  new  home, 
at  are  the  further  responsibilities  of  the 
ent?  They  are  many.  The  child  needs  the 
ents  as  much  as  before.  There  should  be 
ular  visits,  as  frequent  as  possible.  Do  not 
ik  that  the  children  do  not  know.  I  have 

endure  heartbreaking  moments  every 
ie  I  go  to  visit  my  child,  for  inevitably 
,ie  other  little  child  comes  and  takes  my 
id  and  leans  against  me  and  asks,  "  Where 
ny  mamma?" 

?he  housemother  whispers  over  her  head, 
oor  little  thing,  her  folks  never  come  to 
her.  Her  grandmother  came  to  see  her  two 
rs  ago  and  that's  the  last." 
"he  little  thing's  heart  is  slowly  breaking. 

■  these  children  are  always  children.  They 
loving  and  affectionate  and  they  crave  to 
oved  exactly  as  all  children  do.  There  are 
er  children  who  come  to  tell  me,  eyes 
wing,  "My  daddy  and  mummy  came 
:  week  to  see  me!"  Even  the  ones  who 
not  speak  will  come  ^^^^^^^^^ 
show  me  a  new  doll 

t  the  parents  brought. 
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se  they  feel !  The  mind 
ms  to  have  very  little 
do  with  the  capacity 

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mother  responsibility 
the  parent  is  to  watch  always  the 
son  in  direct  charge  of  the  child.  I 
1  that  I  chose  my  child's  permanent 
ne  by  finding  as  the  head  the  sort 
>erson  whom  I  could  trust.  Today,  were  I 
:hoose  again,  I  would  also  go  into  every 
tage  and  look  at  the  type  of  attendant 
re.  Were  they  the  hard-faced  professional 
e,  the  ones  who  go  from  institution  to  in- 
ution,  callous,  cruel,  ready  to  strike  a 
Id  who  does  not  conform,  I  would  reject 
t  place.  For  the  most  important  person  in 
nstitution,  so  far  as  the  child  is  concerned, 
1  therefore  so  far  as  the  parent  is  con- 
ned, is  not  the  executive,  and  not  the  man 
voman  in  the  offices,  not  even  the  doctor 
the  psychologist  and  the  teacher,  but  the 
;ndant,  the  person  who  has  the  direct  care 
the  child. 

A  cruel  and  selfish  attendant  who  has 
at  heart  the  welfare  of  the  child  can 

10  all  the  work  of  the  teacher  and  the 
chologist.  Your  child  cannot  benefit  by 

teaching  unless  he  is  happy  in  his  daily 
in  his  cottage.  The  attendant  must  be  a 
son  of  affectionate  and  invincibly  kind 
ure,  child  loving,  able  to  discipline  with- 

physical  force,  in  control  because  the 
Idren  love  him  or  her.  Whether  this  at- 
dant  is  well  educated  is  not  important.  He 
st  understand  children,  for  he  has  in  his 
e  perpetual  children. 

jw  sign  of  cruelty  or  injustice  or  careless- 
s  on  the  part  of  attendants  should  be  at 
:e  reported  by  conscientious  parents.  Do 

■  think  that  secret  bribes  or  tips  will  pro- 
[  t  your  child  from  a  bad  attendant.  He  will 
1  e  your  money  and  when  he  is  alone  with 
I  children,  as  he  is  so  much  of  the  time,  he 
J 1  treat  your  child  exactly  as  he  does  the 

lers. 

\  third  responsibility  which  the  parent 
J5  to  the  child  in  the  institution  is  to  see 
•  it  the  atmosphere  in  which  he  lives  is  one 
!  hopefulness.  I  have  observed  that  this  at- 
'  'Sphere  is  best  in  those  institutions  which 

11  ry  on  research  as  one  of  their  functions.  A 
1  ce  where  the  care  is  merely  custodial  is 
: :  to  degenerate  into  something  routine  and 


dead.  No  child  ought  to  be  merely  something 
to  be  cared  for  and  preserved  from  harm.  His 
life,  however  simple,  means  something.  He 
has  something  to  contribute,  even  though  he 
is  helpless.  There  are  reasons  for  his  condi- 
tion, causes  which  may  be  discovered.  If  he 
himself  cannot  be  cured  or  even  changed, 
others  may  be  born  whole  because  of  what 
he  has  been  able  to  teach,  all  unknowingly. 

The  Training  School  at  Vineland  is  an  ex- 
cellent example  of  what  I  mean.  For  many 
years  it  has  maintained  an  active  research 
department.  As  I  said,  it  was  the  first  insti- 
tution in  this  country  to  use  and  adapt  the 
Binet  test,  and  there  the  Social  Maturity 
Scale  was  developed.  Its  work  with  birth- 
injured  children  and  cerebral  palsy  has  been 
notable,  and  the  vigorous  men  and  women 
who  have  spent  their  lives  there  learning 
from  the  children,  in  order  that  they  may 
know  better  how  to  prevent  and  to  cure, 
have  infused  vitality  into  the  life  of  the  insti- 
tution, and  into  the  whole  subject  of  mental 
deficiency  beyond. 

Parents  may  find  comfort,  I  say,  in  know- 
ing that  their  children  are  not  useless,  but 
that  their  lives,  limited  as  they  are,  are  of 
great  potential  value  to  the  human  race.  We 
learn  as  much  from  sorrow  as  from  joy,  as 
much  from  illness  as  from  health,  from  handi- 
cap as  from  advantage — and  indeed  perhaps 
more.  Not  out  of  fullness  has  the  human  soul 
always  reached  its  highest,  but  often  out  of 
deprivation.  This  is  not  to  say  that  sorrow  is 
better  than  happiness,  illness  than  health, 
poverty  than  richness.  Had  I  been  given  the 
choice,  I  would  a  thousand  times  over  have 
chosen  to  have  my  child  sound  and  whole,  a 
normal  woman  today,  liv- 
ing  a  woman's  life.  I  miss 
eternally  the  person  she 
cannot  be.  I  am  not  re- 
signed and  never  will  be. 
Resignation  is  something 
still  and  dead,  an  inactive 
■■■■  acceptance  that  bears  no 
fruit.  On  the  contrary,  I 
rebel  against  the  unknown  fate  that  fell  upon 
her  somewhere  and  stopped  her  growth. 
Such  things  ought  not  to  be,  and  because  it 
has  happened  to  me  and  because  I  know 
what  this  sorrow  is  I  devote  myself  and  my 
child  to  the  work  of  doing  all  we  can  to  pre- 
vent such  suffering  for  others. 

There  is  one  little  boy  in  my  child's  school 
whom  I  often  go  to  see.  He  is  little  because 
he  is  only  about  seven  in  his  mind.  His  body 
now  is  almost  forty  years  old.  He  has  a  grave 
face  and  there  is  a  forlorn  look  in  his  eyes. 
His  father  is  a  famous  man,  wealthy  and  well 
known.  But  he  never  comes  to  see  his  son. 
The  boy's  mother  is  dead.  When  someone 
approached  this  father  for  a  gift  for  a  new 
kind  of  research  he  banged  his  desk  with  his 
fist  and  said,  "I  will  not  give  one  cent!  All 
my  money  is  going  to  normal  people." 

Callous?  He  is  not  callous.  His  heart  is 
bleeding,  his  pride  is  broken.  His  son  is  an 
imbecile— his  son!  In  these  years  he  has 
thought  of  himself  and  his  loss,  and  he  has 
missed  the  joy  he  might  have  had  in  his 
child— not  the  joy  he  sought,  of  course,  but 
joy  for  all  that. 

There  is  another  father-  they  are  not  al- 
ways fathers,  either— whose  boy  loves  to 
work  with  the  cows.  I  see  the  lad  sometimes, 
a  handsome  fellow.  He  is  usually  in  the  dairy 
barn,  caring  for  the  cows,  brushing  them 
clean,  loving  them.  I  saw  his  father  there  one 
day,  that  brilliant  able  man,  and  he  said, 
"  It  does  seem  that  if  my  boy  can  learn  to  use 
the  milking  machine  he  could  learn  to  do 
something  better." 

The  head  happened  to  be  there  that  day 
and  he  said,  "But  there  is  nothing  better  for 
him,  don't  you  see?  The  best  thing  in  the 
world  for  each  of  us  is  that  which  we  can  best 
do,  because  it  gives  us  the  feeling  of  being 
useful.  That's  happiness." 

So  what  I  would  say  to  parents  is  some- 
thing I  have  learned  through  the  years  and  it 
took  me  long  to  learn  it,  and  I  am  still  learn- 
ing. When  your  little  child  is  born  to  you  not 
whole  and  sound  as  you  had  hoped,  but 
warped  and  defective  in  body  or  mind  or  per- 
haps both,  remember  this  is  still  your  child. 
(Continued  on  Page  16V) 


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\S  hen  a  frien 
no  tomorrow 


(Continued  from  Page  167) 
iber,  too.  that  the  child  has  his  right 
whatever  that  life  may  be  and  he  has 
tit  to  happiness,  which  you  must  find 
i.  Be  proud  of  your  child,  accept  him 
I  and  do  not  heed  the  words  and  stares 
e  who  know  no  better.  This  child  has 
dng  for  you  and  for  all  children.  You 
d  a  joy  you  cannot  now  suspect  in  ful- 
lis  life  for  and  with  him.  Lift  up  your 
ad  go  your  appointed  way. 
sak  as  one  who  knows. 

none  of  us  lives  in  the  past,  if  we  are 
ve  ourselves.  It  is  inevitable  that,  as 
parents  in  their  time  experience  again 
1  agony  and  despair  when  their  chil- 
:e  among  those  who  can  never  grow. 
;mand  some  cause  for  hope.  Other  ills 
een  cured  and  research  is  being  car- 

for  those  we  still  do  not  know  how  to 
Jl  must  be  healed,  of  course.  People 
lot  die  of  cancer  or  polio  or  heart  dis- 
leither  should  they 
itally  deficient  if  it 
prevented  or  cured, 
cannot  be  a  choice 
:h  will  be  first.  The 

of  life  must  be 

on  all  fronts  at  MMMMMMi 
ne  time. 

efore.  I  say,  we  must  also  fight  for  the 
f  our  children  to  be  born  sound  and 
There  must  not  be  children  who  can- 
w.  Year  by  year  their  number  must  be 
«d  until  preventable  causes  of  men- 
iciency  are  prevented.  The  need  is 
>ressing  than  the  public  knows.  Our 
stitutions  are  dangerously  overcrowded 
Jess  research  is  hastened,  millions  of 
must  go  into  more  institutions.  Even 
Sing  homes  are  multiplied,  the  care  of 
ihildren  must  be  paid  for.  in  the  vast 
:y  of  cases,  by  public  funds.  How  much 
nd  more  hopeful  it  would  be  to  pay 
lentific  research  which  would  make 
ire  unnecessary !  Let  us  remember  that 
pan  half  of  the  mentally  deficient  in 
in  try  are  so  from  noninherited  causes, 
ese  causes  can  be  prevented  did  we 
>hat  they  are. 

;nt  care,  moreover,  is  very  inadequate, 
nstitutions  are  able  to  provide  very 
f  the  education  that  might  release  a 
iany  of  the  children  to  normal,  if  pro- 
|  life.  It  is  not  possible  to  do  much  edu- 
with  an  overworked  staff  in  an  over- 
d  institution.  In  some  states  the  higher 
us  in  these  institutions  are  still  politi- 
tis.  and  the  lives  of  the  children  are  at 
rcy  of  a  succession  of  ignorant  men. 
institutions,  if  they  are  good  ones, 
expensive  for  the  average  family. 
I  believe  that  the  private  institution 
indispensable  place  in  our  American 
.  Our  notable  scientific  advance  has 
ie  result  of  private  persons  working  in 


d  asks,  there  is 
GEORGE  HERBERT. 


privately  owned  places.  Public  funds  have 
developed  very  little  scientific  knowledge  ex- 
cept for  military  purposes.  So  now  I  believe 
that  research  into  this  most  necessary  field, 
the  study  of  the  causes  and  cure  of  mental 
deficiency,  must,  in  accordance  with  Amer- 
ican tradition,  take  place  in  small  private  in- 
stitutions where  scientists  can  work  in  free- 
dom. Such  research  should  be  co-ordinated 
so  there  will  be  no  time  wasted  in  duplication. 

Something,  of  course,  has  already  been 
done.  I  have  spoken  of  the  notable  work  of 
the  Research  Department  at  The  Training 
School  in  Yineland,  New  Jersey.  We  know 
that  at  least  50  per  cent  of  the  mentally 
deficient  children  now  in  the  United  States 
can  be  educated  to  be  productive  members 
of  society.  Education  alone  would  relieve  our 
overcrowded  public  institutions.  Studies  have 
shown  that  there  are  nineteen  types  of  jobs 
that  can  be  done  by  an  adult  whose  mental- 
ity is  no  more  than  that  of  a  six-year -old 
child.  Twenty  per  cent  of  all  work  in  the 
United  States  is  done  by 
^^^^^^^^     the  unskilled  worker. 

We  know,  too,  some  of 
the  reasons  for  injury  to 
the  brain,  both  prenatal 
and  postnatal,  but  we  do 
■I^hk  not  know  enough.  A  little 
physical  remedial  work  is 
being  done  for  the  injured  brains  which  are  the 
chief  causes  of  mental  deficiency,  but  it  is  still 
experimental  and  confined  largely  to  the  lim- 
ited though  important  field  of  cerebral  palsy, 
where  the  decreased  blood  supply  to  the  brain 
is  the  apparent  cause  for  mental  deficiency. 
Results  are  still  too  new  to  be  relied  upon,  but 
in  one  institution  they  were  reported  as  hope- 
ful: 34  per  cent  of  those  operated  upon 
showed  definite  mental  improvement,  an 
additional  51  per  cent  showed  changes  for 
the  better  in  alertness,  muscular  control,  in- 
terest span,  appetite  and  increased  irritability . 

I  speak  of  all  this  merely  as  grounds  for 
hope,  if  and  when  research  really  begins  in 
the  causes  and  cure  for  mental  deficiency  on 
a  scale  comparable  to  that  now  being  done  in 
other  fields.  Hope  is  essential  for  activity. 

Those  who  have  children  who  can  never 
grow — and  few  are  the  families  who  ha\Te  not 
one  somewhere — must  and  will  work  with 
renewed  effort  when  they  realize  that  more 
than  half  the  children  now  mentally  deficient 
need  not  have  been  so.  They  must  and  will 
work  still  harder  when  they  realize  that  more 
than  half  now  mentally  deficient  can,  with 
proper  education  and  environment,  live  and 
work  in  normal  society,  instead  of  being  idle 
in  inadequate  institutions. 

Hope  brings  comfort.  What  has  been  need 
not  forever  continue  to  be  so.  It  is  too  late  for 
some  of  our  children,  but  if  their  plight  can 
make  people  realize  how  unnecessary  much 
of  the  tragedy  is.  their  lives,  thwarted  as  they 
are.  will  not  have  been  meaningless. 
Again,  I  speak  as  one  who  knows. 


HAMILTON- SCHOOL  MOTHERS 

(Continued  from  Page  23) 


v  of  us  were  willing  or  able  to  provide 
ve  summer  camps  for  our  children," 
iisno  explains.  '"Yet  we  could  assist 
sort  of  recreational  program  in  the 
Drhood.  Since  the  housing  shortage 
lpped  many  of  us  in  apartments  too 
or  our  growing  families,  most  of  our 
ters  needed  more  space  to  grow,  space 
.  It  was  up  to  us  to  help  our  own  chil- 

began  to  investigate  the  skills  which 
f  the  mothers  in  our  group  had."  Mrs. 
erman  Landau  remembers.  "Mrs. 

Lurie  had  taught  swimming.  Why 
j't  she  do  the  same  for  our  children? 
iJoseph  Kingsley  had  been  a  volunteer 
y.ics  coach  at  the  Young  Women's 
A*  Association.  She  promised  to  help 
<j  ldren  with  puppets.  Almost  all  of  us 
l'  lelp  in  one  way  or  another." 
1 1  was  how  the  Hamilton  Play  School 
3  Now  in  its  third  year,  the  summer 
1  rn  utilizes  three  rooms  in  the  building, 
lyground  and  school  equipment.  Un- 
'  co-operative,  nonprofit  plan,  at  least 


three  fourths  of  the  Hamilton  School  moth- 
ers have  an  active  part  in  making  the  pro- 
gram tick.  A  small  professional  staff  carries 
out  the  day-by-day  program. 

"  It  took  far  more  than  the  idea  to  get  the 
Play  School  started."  Gay  Landau  says. 
"Most  of  our  club  meetings,  during  the  fall 
and  winter  of  1945-1946  dealt  with  our 
summer  plans.  We  called  upon  the  mothers 
who  said  they  could  and  would  give  assist- 
ance. We  talked  over  the  sort  of  program 
we  wanted  with  educators.  Then  we  got  an 
idea  of  the  expense  we  would  incur." 

The  big  problem  was  to  get  permission 
from  the  board  of  education  to  use  the 
school's  facilities.  The  women  went  straight 
to  the  superintendent  of  schools  and  to  the 
city's  director  of  parks  and  playgrounds  to 
explain  their  plan.  Then,  it  was  hoped,  with 
this  background  of  information,  permission 
from  the  board  would  be  forthcoming. 

Mrs.  Bisno  was  chosen  as  the  Mothers' 
Club  representative  to  attend  the  meeting  at 
which  the  board  was  to  vote  on  the  summer 
(Continued  on  Page  171) 


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(Continued  from  Page  169) 
.  "We  hadn't  anticipated  any  oppo- 
she  says.  "So  you  can  imagine  my 
when  I  heard  the  secretary  of  the 
;  completely  misinterpret  our  plan 
>rt  of  private  enterprise,  for  profit, 
lly.  no  action  was  taken,  and  the 
helved  the  idea  for  another  year." 
ire  of  the  Mothers'  Club  was  up  then, 
rent  to  work  in  earnest.  Before  the 
>ard  meeting,  they  personally  called 
rery  member  of  the  school  board  who 
see  them,  wrote  letters  to  those  they 
able  to  reach  directly.  Their  determi- 
was  rewarded  at  the  last  meeting  of 
ool  year.  "One  board  member  apolo- 
3  me  for  not  having  been  better  in- 
,"  Mrs.  Bisno  says.  "The  motion 
Tied  without  opposition." 
hat  was  the  last  week  of  school.  There 
time  to  get  counselors,  or  put  the  sort 
ner  program  they  wanted  into  action 
h  short  notice.  Reluctantly,  the 
8"  Club  decided  to  postpone  the  Play 
until  the  following  year, 
uly  5,  1948,  the  Hamilton  Summer 
hool  finally  began  operation.  Notices 
:n  sent  to  the  parents  of  all  Hamilton 
children  from  kindergarten  classes 
l  the  fifth  grade.  "We  decided  to  limit 
ollment  to  children  from  five  to  ten 
ince  the  public-playground  program 
xtuis  does  not  include  these  young- 
Mrs.  Landau  ex- 
Tuition  was  S30 
*eeks. 

I  professional  coun- 
:  ere  secured  for  the 
son,  with  a  moth- 
mmittee  standing 

transportation 
lunchroom  super- 
aitertainment  and 
."  Miss  Bernice 
artner,  pretty, 
ed,  energetic  St. 
choolteacher,  was 
irector.  Keenly  in- 

in  recreational 
.liss  Baumgartner 
eteran's  record  of 
years'  teaching 

from  preschool 
ugh  high  school.  Blond,  Nordic-look- 
!ia  Olsen,  a  physical-education  teacher 
local  public  school,  and  Ralph  C. 
:k,  an  instructor  in  manual  training 
jirragut  School,  made  up  the  remain- 
le  professional  staff, 
i  deeply  grateful  for  what  the  Play 
has  done  for  my  Isabel,"  Rosa 
z  told  other  members  of  the  Mothers' 
ter  that  first  year.  "Shejias  grown 
i  summer.  She  eats  more,  she  plays 
nd  she  is  happy  among  the  other 

the  first  season  a  success  and  interest 
rogram  growing,  the  Mothers'  Club 
a  position  to  make  more  ambitious 
r  the  second  summer  Play  School. 
fight  children  were  enrolled  in  1948, 
ijTCnty  more  attended  during  1949. 
i  d  income  from  tuition  made  it 
to  add  two  new  counselors  to  the 
i  liss  Louise  Miller,  whose  instruction 
ificraft  and  art  considerably  enriched 
Qriculum,  and  Robert  Light,  local 
s|  ingles  champion,  who  would  assist 
Imes  and  sports.  With  a  reserve  of 
.1  left  over  from  the  previous  season, 
whers'  Club  was  able  to  hire  a  bus  to 
m  children  to  and  from  the  swimming 
Oce  weekly,  considerably  relieving  the 
imitation  Committee. 

n>r»rity  in  enrollment  was  given  to 
U  ho  had  attended  the  Play  School  the 
ejson  and  to  children  of  the  Mothers' 
Members.  "Our  plan  is  to  keep  a  ratio 
tt  twelve  children  to  each  counselor," 
W  Mrs.  Robert  Willis,  1949  cochair- 
[Tth  Mrs.  Landau.  "At  the  beginning 
Reason  each  parent  is  interviewed,  so 
ije  counselors  know  the  children's 
lilinterests,  abilities  or  handicaps.  It 
ass  the  parents  an  opportunity  to  ex- 
I  eir  ambitions  for  their  youngsters  in 
;ijmer  program." 


THE  NATIONAL 


JAMBOREE 


Varied,  yet  informal,  a  day  at  the  Hamil- 
ton Play  School  allows  plenty  of  leeway  for  a 
child  to  ride  a  special  hobby.  Although  they 
are  not  due  until  9  a.m.,  the  children  begin 
trickling  onto  the  Hamilton  playground  any 
time  after  8:30.  A  general  songfest  and  story- 
telling period  opens  the  day  in  the  large, 
bright  kindergarten  room,  pleasantly  fur- 
nished with  an  Indian  tepee,  broad  work 
tables  and  outsize  dollhouse. 

Square  dancing  is  one  of  the  high  lights  of 
the  day.  Bernice  Baumgartner  and  Bob  Light 
lead  the  younger  children  in  their  musical 
patterns  first,  take  the  older  ones  later. 
"Swing  your  honey  till  she  feels  funny,"  the 
children  sing,  as  they  keep  time  to  the  music. 
Sometimes  Mrs.  Robert  Noel,  who  has  three 
children  in  the  Play  School,  comes  with  her 
fourth  and  youngest  to  play  the  piano  for  the 
session. 

^hile  the  younger  children  dance,  the 
older  boys  do  woodwork  directed  by  Ralph 
Wilhauck ;  older  girls  join  Miss  Olsen  under  a 
shady  tree  in  the  schoolyard  to  do  weaving 
or  other  handiwork.  Organized  play  follows, 
with  kickball  and  dodgeball  the  favorite 
games. 

There  is  a  midmoming  snack  of  graham 
crackers  and  milk  for  those  children  whose 
parents  desire  it.  This,  plus  milk  at  lunch- 
time,  costs  ten  cents  a  day.  At  11  o'clock, 
younger  children  rest  or  play  quiet  games, 
while  the  older  ones  have 
their  turn  at  square  danc- 
ing. 

Since  many  of  the  chil- 
dren live  within  easy  walk- 
ing distance  from  school, 
some  go  home  for  lunch. 
Others  bring  lunch  and  eat 
at  school.  A  general  quiet 
time  follows,  which  means 
a  short  nap  for  the  young- 
est, storytelling  or  hand- 
icraft for  the  older  chil- 
dren. The  remainder  of 
the  afternoon  is  spent  on 
field  trips,  puppet  mak- 
ing, dramatization,  work 
on  the  school  paper.  Be- 
cause one  family  loaned  a 
movie  projector,  another 
a  screen  and  a  good  supply  of  films,  rainy 
afternoons  are  no  problem  here. 

Twice  a  week  the  entire  group  goes  to  one 
of  the  large  pools  where  Mrs.  Lurie,  assisted 
by  two  of  the  counselors,  gives  swimming 
lessons.  Mothers  take  turns  accompanying 
the  group  and  act  as  extra  guards. 

"Even  the  younger  children  overcome 
their  fear  of  water  by  the  end  of  the  six 
weeks,"  Mrs.  Lurie  points  out.  "Most  of  the 
older  ones  can  swim  halfway  across  the  big 
pool.  All  learn  not  to  splash  one  another,  or 
push  a  child  under  water;  to  dress  them- 
selves and  keep  track  of  their  own  clothes." 

The  Mothers'  Club  plans  the  field  trips 
taken  once  or  twice  a  week.  "We  have  visited 
a  dairy  to  see  how  milk  is  supplied  to  a  big 
city;  some  of  the  children  had  never  seen  a 
cow  being  milked,"  Miss  Baumgartner  re- 
members. "We  have  visited  a  large  public 
library,  the  art  museum,  the  Mississippi 
River  levee.  We  have  gone  to  the  zoo,  a  tele- 
vision station  and  a  big  newspaper." 

At  the  end  of  the  week  comes  "Treat 
Day"  at  the  Play  School.  This  consists  of 
some  simple  "extra,"  supplied  by  the  moth- 
ers. "  It  may  be  only  an  ice-cream  cone  after 
one  of  the  plays  the  children  present,"  Mrs. 
Landau  says.  "Once  we  had  a  wiener  roast, 
another  time  an  old-fashioned  'hoedown'  in 
the  gymnasium.  A  Mothers'  Club  committee 
plans  these,  the  Transportation  Committee 
sees  that  we  get  to  the  destination  chosen, 
and  the  Telephone  Committee  ascertains  the 
number  of  parents  who  will  join  us. 

"It  has  taken  real  'team  play'  to  keep  the 
Hamilton  Play  School  going.  But  each  of  us 
feels  that  our  time  and  effort  have  been  well 
rewarded.  All  the  mothers  who  have  worked 
in  the  summer  program  have  learned  our 
school  community  better,  and  developed  a 
better  understanding  of  the  neighborhood  as 
a  whole.  Best  of  all,  we've  learned  to  think 
and  plan  for— not  just  'my  child,'  but  for  'our 
children.'"  the  end 


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We  didn't  know  what  to  do"  Much  of  the  Phillipses9  initial 
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ignosis  in  time  remover!  cancer  danger  for  two- 
sinia  and  Mickey.  Prompt  action  saved  Merril 


ABOUT  eight  or  ten  weeks 
l\.  before  Merrill's  acci- 
dent. \irginia  Phillips  no- 
ticed the  lump  in  her  breast. 
It  was  a  breathlessly  hot 
Indiana  evening  in  Jul)  ol 
1949.  Corn-growing  weather. 
An  electrician  and  plumber 
bv   trade,   employed   by  a 
shop  that  serviced  miles  of  farming  countrvside.  Merrill  had  begun  his 
working  day  at  seven-thirty  A.M.  As  usual,  the  family  of  three  prepared 
to  retire  early. 

Young  Mickey,  a  checker-playing  expert  of  five,  was  tucked  into 
his  crib  promptly  at  eight.  By  half  past  nine,  Merrill  had  climbed  into 
the  big  double  bed  that  fills  an  alcove  off  the  Phillipses'  living  room. 
Doll-sized  Virginia,  who  weighs  ninety-nine  pounds  and  looks  like  a 
child  herself,  dawdled  a  little.  In  the  maroon-and-ivory  bath  directly 
adjoining  the  bedroom  alcove,  she  brushed  her  pretty  brown  hair. 
She  cold-creamed  her  square,  appealing  little  lace.  W  bile  occupied 
with  these  feminine  tasks,  Virginia  admired  the  color  scheme  -he  had 
chosen  for  the  bathroom.  She  had  reason  to  approve  the  gleaming 
tileboard.  She  had  cut  and  laid  a  good  bit  of  it  herself.  Indeed,  she  had 
helped  to  raise  the  very  walls  that  sheltered  her. 

For  almost  a  year  now,  the  Phillipses  had  been  in  residence  in 
their  own  home.  Located  on  the  outskirts  of  the  village  of  Walton. 


By  Dorothy  Cameron  Disney 

nudged  on  the  right  by  a  sprawling  Indiana  cornfield,  the  four-room 
ranch-tvpe  house  was  spanking  new  and  as  modern  as  a  city  apart- 
ment. The  dwelling  had  cost  its  owners  slightly  under  $3200,  and  that 
surprisingh  low  sum  included  the  price  of  the  lot  ami  nearh  s  I ()()() 
worth  of  kitchen  equipment.  The  Phillipses  acquired  their  bargain 
bv  hrutalh  hard  work. 

Of  necessity.  the\  had  done  most  of  the  building  themselves  while 
Merrill  continued  to  work  at  his  regular  job.  \\  ithoul  his  wages,  w  Inch 
averaged  S(>()  a  week,  there  would  have  been  no  house.  The  Phillipses 
undertook  their  project  without  savings.  Merrill's  O.I.  loan  amounted 
to  $2800.  Ollie  Carey,  a  kindhearted  neighbor,  had  been  their  onl\ 
assistant.  The  amateur  builders  could  afford  Ollie's  services  because 
he  cut  his  charges  to  the  bone  and  kept  scant  account  of  his  hours. 
During  the  five  months  of  construction,  Virginia  and  Merrill  them- 
selves lived  on  an  almost  impossibly  rigorous  schedule.  In  the  morn- 
ing they  rose  at  six,  so  that  Merrill  could  get  to  his  job.  \t  half  past 
lour  in  the  afternoon.  ihe\  ate  a  hurried  supper.  Five  o'clock  found 
them  at  the  building  site.  There  thev  labored  until  close  to  midnight. 
On  Saturdays  and  Sundays  they  put  in  a  twelve-hour  day.  Fatigue  and 
exhaustion  were  their  constant  companions. 

The  Phillipses  felt  amply  rewarded  for  their  effort.  As  children, 
Virginia  and  Merrill  lived  always  in  rented  places.  They  had  wanted  a 
real  home  for  Mickey  to  enjoy.  And  they  got  it. 

To  be  sure,  the  little  green  house  still  wasn't  exactly  finished. 
Material  for  Virginia's  kitchen  cabinets  had  yet  to  be  bought.  Mickey's 


PHOTOGRAPHS      BY      SOL  LIBSOHN 


171 


★    HOW  AMERICA  1. 1  VIS  * 


With  "S10  cash,"  Merrill's  G.  I. 
loan,  their  own  labor  ("both  our 
hands  happen  to  fit  a  hammer"), 
the  Phillipses  built  and  furnished 
their  tidv  1-room  home  for  S3 1  1 1. 


We  never  had  homes  of  our  own,  growing  up— we  wanted  one  for  Mickey . 


"Very  personal  secrets  and 
jukes'"  are  saved  by  Mickey,  5, 
to  share  with  Virginia,  always 
fair  game  for  washday  recess. 


room  badly  needed  a  $15  door;  they  needed  shelving  and  partitioning 
to  hide  the  open  kitchen  alcove  from  full  view  of  the  living  room 
Many  other  items  were  listed  on  the  future  agenda.  Gradually,  weel 
by  week,  using  every  possible  penny  they  could  squeeze  from  Mer 
rill's  wages  and  working  in  their  spare  time,  the  Phillipses  wore  im 
proving  the  place.  A  few  more  months,  and  they  expected  to  be  ove 
the  hump.  Except  for  the  G.I.  mortgage,  which  Merrill  could  hand] 
nicely,  they  were  practically  free  of  debt. 

Secure  and  peaceful  in  mind,  twenty-six-year-old  Virginia  con 
pleted  her  leisurely  bedtime  preparations.  She  hung  on  the  chromiui 
rack  a  threadbare  towel.  All  Virginia's  linens — mostly  wedding  present 
six  years  old — were  rapidly  wearing  out.  When  one  is  paying  off 


'Our  budget  has  always  been  strict"— faced  with  costly  illness,  Phillipse 


Formula  for  happy  marriage:  Merrill  says,  "Wanting  to  make  it  go  and  helping  each  other.''''  "Love,  companionship,  fieri"  are  Virginia's  ingredients.  Recipe  serves  2. 


mortgage  and  simultaneously  improving  a  house,  one  doesn't  buv 
towels  and  sheets. 

Virginia  put  on  becoming  flower-sprigged  pajamas  made  from  feed 
sacks  a  relative  had  sent  her.  She  stepped  back  into  the  bedroom 
alcove.  She  knelt  down  to  say  her  prayers.  When  she  rose,  it  happened. 
Through  the  thin  cotton  material  of  the  pajamas,  she  felt  a  hard  little 
lump  in  her  left  breast. 

The  Phillipses  are  both  in  their  twenties.  Always  they  had  counted 
on  health.  For  a  moment,  so  Virginia  remembers  now,  she  just  stood 
there  in  the  hot  darkness.  Cancer,  she  thought.  Cancer.  Cold  with 
fright,  she  crept  into  bed.  She  woke  her  husband. 

Merrill,  who  understands  and  dearly  loves  his  wife,  had  reason  to 
be  less  disturbed  thaii^she.  Virginia  frankly  admits  that  she  is  a  "worry 
wart"  by  nature.  In  every  situation,  her  vivid  imagination  is  inclined 
to  picture  the  worst.  Well  acquainted  with  this  trait,  Merrill  attempted 


to  comfort  her.  To  him  the  lump  seemed  very  small.  Perhaps  it  would 
go  away.  Virginia  tried  to  believe  him,  with  indifferent  success. 

"I  didn't  sleep  very  much  that  night,"  she  says  today.  "I  kept 
thinking  and  thinking  about  my  mother.  Two  years  ago  she  was  oper- 
ated on  for  cancer." 

Did  Virginia  go  straight  to  a  doctor  next  morning?  No,  she  didn't. 
Some  of  her  reasons  for  delay  were  trivial,  all  were  human.  For  one 
thing,  the  Phillipses  had  no  family  physician.  For  another,  the  popu- 
lation of  Walton  is  around  600.  Inquiring  for  a  doctor,  thought  Vir- 
ginia, wrould  undoubtedly  cause  talk.  The  neighbors  might  begin  to 
speculate  about  her  health.  A  much  more  important  consideration 
was  financial.  The  Phillipses  had  hospitalization  insurance — it  cost 
them  .$7.20  a  month — but  the  policy  provided  only  partial  coverage. 
Any  extra  medical  expense,  Virginia  feared,  might  jeopardize  their 
hard-won  home.  (Continued  on  Page  177) 


eases  to  scant  $33  a  week.  Balance  brought  forward,  $93.  "Once  you're  in  debt,"  says  Merrill,  "it's  nothing  but  a  miracle  that  puts  you  even  again." 


★   HOW  AMERICA  LIVES  ★ 


Accident  led  to  discovery  of  Merrill's  skin  cancer.  "In  one  way,"  Virginia  says,  "it  was 
a  lucky  accident.  We  might  have  just  put  things  off."  American  Legion  helped  arrange 
admission  to  Hines  Veterans  Hospital  in  Chicago,  told  him  "not  to  worry"  about  money. 


"It's  easier  to  worry  than  to  see  a  doctor.  Especially  when 

money  is  short  and  you  fear  news  may  be  bad™ 


PHOTO  BY  MYRON  DAVIS 


octet  removed  mole  from  Merri 

head,  ordered  X-ray  treatment  when  analy- 

-i-  proved  it  cancerous.  Second  operation  at 

Hines  Veterans  Hospital  insured  thai  no 
malignancy  remained.  As  part  of  I  line-  '  pro, 
gram  Merrill  will  have  regular  eheckupfc 


"We  figured  Mickey  would  have  to  wait  his 
turn — "  But  on  advice  of  Indiana  Cancer 
Society  he  was  referred  to  University  Medi- 
cal Center.  Examination,  X  rays  confirmed 
diagnosis  of  a  Baker's  cyst.  Verdict  after  op- 
eration: no  malignancy,  no  permanent  harm. 


(Continued  from  Page  175)  The  emotional  factor  also  entered  in.  Like  most  of 
us,  Virginia  prefers  to  ignore  the  unpleasant.  By  day,  she  found  it 
comparatively  easy  to  put  aside  the  fears  of  the  night.  Both  Virginia 
and  Merrill  are  high-school  graduates.  Virginia  reads  a  great  deal. 
Educational  campaigns,  conducted  by  the  Indiana  Cancer  Society^ 
had  reached  her  through  radio  programs.  She  was  aware  of  the 
vital  importance  of  early  diagnosis  in  cases  of  cancer. 

Nevertheless,  she  shrank  from  seeking  medical  assistance.  Early 
diagnosis  had  probably  saved  the  life  of  her  mother.  The  operation, 
performed  two  years  back,  had  been  successful.  That  fact  failed  to 
reassure  the  daughter.  What  Virginia  remembered  was  the  grief  and 
terror  of  the  time  when  she  had  believed  her  mother  would  die.  In 
short,  Virginia  was  afraid  of  what  an  early  diagnosis  might  disclose. 
So  she  temporized. 

Five  or  six  slow,  hot  weeks  dragged  by.  To  Virginia,  who  kept  busy 
by  day  and  worried  by  night,  it  seemed  that  the  lump  was  grow- 
ing larger.  Merrill,  now  anxious  himself,  agreed  with  her.  On  a  week 
end  in  August  the  Phillipses  got  in  their  1937  Ford  and  drove  a 


hundred  miles  across  Indiana  to  the  home  of  relatives.  There, 
they  saw  a  physician. 

To  the  Phillipses'  profound  relief,  the  physician  assured  them  that 
the  lump  was  an  enlarged  milk  gland,  and  in  time  would  be  absorbed. 
No  operation  was  necessary.  It  was  only  by  chance,  as  they  were 
leaving  the  office,  that  it  occurred  to  Merrill  to  inquire  about  a  physical 
imperfection  of  his  own.  On  his  head,  almost  hidden  by  his  brown 
hair,  was  a  peculiar-looking  blemish  that  had  been  there  for  years. 
It  was  grainy  and  rough  in  texture,  purplish  black  in  color,  an  inch  in 
diameter  and  raised  from  the  surrounding  scalp  about  an  eighth  of  an 
inch.  The  physician  called  the  blemish  a  black  mole  and  proposed  to 
remove  it  on  the  spot. 

Merrill  hesitated.  He  remembered  back  to  his  stretch  in  the  Navy, 
when  he'd  had  a  contrary  opinion.  Then  a  naval  doctor  "with  gold 
braid  up  to  his  elbow"  had  said,  "Sailor,  leave  it  alone.  It  isn't  hurting, 
is  it?" 

The  blemish  still  didn't  hurt.  Merrill  decided  to  leave  it  alone.  Vir- 
ginia, however,  felt  uneasy.  Transferring  her  worries  to  her  husband, 


At  Medical  Center,  Virginia  was  X-rayed, 
lump  in  breast  was  examined  by  physicians 
in  tumor  clinic.  Operation  was  scheduled  a 


week  after  Merrill's  so  he  could  be  present. 
The  findings  ended  long  suspense  for  the  t 
Phillipses.  Virginia's  tumor  was  benign. 


Phillipses  find  a  favorite  cafe,  a  familiar  tune  better  than  ever,  but  bigger  plans  n  ait  for  the  day  'when  Merrill  gets  a  regular  job  again. 


re 


We've  got  health,  our  home,  hope  for  the  future 


she  urged  him  to  seek  a  second  opinion.  Merrill's  job  frequently  carried 
him  miles  from  home.  Indeed,  just  running  his  car  on  business  errands 
cost  him  personally  around  86  a  week.  Late  in  August,  it  happened  that 
he  was  caHed  to  a  small  town  some  distance  from  Walton.  More  to  put 
bis  wife's  mind  at  ease  than  to  ease  himself,  Merrill  took  this  oppor- 
tunity to  hunt  up  another  doctor.  "Leave  your  mole  alone"  was  the 
advice  he  received. 

During  the  month  of  September,  as  is  hardly  surprising.  Merrill 
and  Virginia  dismissed  all  concern  about  health.  Occasionally  Virginia 
would  think  about  the  lump  in  her  breast  or  wonder  if  the  mole  on 
Merrill's  head  wasn't  growing  larger;  but  not  often.  Most  of  her  atten- 
tion was  devoted  to  domestic  concerns  and  the  ever-present  problem 
of  maintaining  and  finishing  a  house  with  no  capital  whatever.  The 
Phillipses  were  determined  to  go  no  deeper  in  debt.  Each  improvement 
on  their  home,  purchased  out  of 
income,  was  acquired  in  the  or- 
der of  its  importance.  These  im- 
provements weren't  luxuries. 
Actually,  they  were  necessities. 

Most  people  just  live  in  a 
house.  From  the  day  Virginia 
and  Merrill  moved  in,  they  lived 
U  /'///  their  house.  The  appetite  of 
an  unfinished  dwelling,  they  im- 
mediately found  out,  is  prodi- 
gious. In  the  l'hillip-es"  fir-t  war. 
their  home  gobbled  up  more 
than  S.W).   Items  thai  Merrill 

and   \  irginia   had  completely 

overlooked    turned    out    to  be 

higliK  essential.  Screen?,  for  in- 
stance, cost  $5  apiece.  The 
l'hillip-e.  bought  a  screen  a 
wick.  Seven  weeks  after  taking 
pOMewion,  the  proud  home- 
owners  were  able  to  open  all 


W  <  l<  nine  home  lor  \1iekev  from  ;i  friend.  Prompt  action  hrou^lit  good 
news  in  the  Phillipses,  hut  National  (lancer  f  oundation  estimates  cancer. 

unchecked,  striken  I  in  2  families;  last  year,  killeil  2500  children  under  !•">. 


their  seven  windows  at  once.  This  was  pleasant,  since  the  temperature 
for  several  of  those  early  weeks  was  stuck  in  the  nineties.  The  bath- 
room door — their  only  interior  door — was  a  housewarming  present 
from  Virginia's  parents.  The  door  was  hung  the  sweltering  day  they 
borrowed  a  trailer  and  moved  from  their  rented  premises. 

The  first  winter  of  home  ownership  revealed  that  their  insulation 
was  insufficient.  They  paid  S61  for  attic  insulation,  and  tiny  Virginia 
climbed  into  the  eaves  ami  laid  the  rock-wool  strips  among  the  rafters. 
She  fitted  the  cramped  quarters  better  than  did  Merrill.  The  front 
storm  door,  also  a  winter  acquisition,  cost  them  $25.  The  $19  back 
storm  door  arrived  a  month  later.  Their  exterior  paint  didn't  weather 
well.  In  the  spring,  they  paid  $40  for  paint  and  put  on  another  coat. 
Varnish  on  the  interior  woodwork  peeled  and  cracked.  With  $10 
worth  of  paint,  they  redecorated.  A  gravel  driveway  cost  them  $35. 

They  planted  88  w  orth  of  trees. 
Mistakes  in  the  building  plan, 
w  hich  they'd  devised  themselves, 
showed  up  and  had  to  be  recti- 
fied. Their  house  is  set  very  low- 
to  the  ground — too  low,  the 
Phillipses  admit.  They  lacked 
money  to  buy  fill,  and  their 
cla\  e\  lot  declined  to  grow  grass. 
Mud  and  dirt  were  tracked  in 
from  outside,  and  Virginia  wore 
the  secondhand  carpeting  in  the 
living  room  down  to  the  warp 
u-ing  the  vacuum.  A  concrete 
front  -.loop  and  hack  BtOOp,  818 
and  $12  each,  somewhat  allevi- 
ated the  trouble,  lint  even  now, 
the  carpeting  requires  Ivvice-a- 
dav  vacuuming. 

From  the  beginning  the  Phil" 
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They  Built 
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By  Rivhard  i'ral 

Architectural  Kditor  of  the  Joii 


THIS  is  the  house  that  Merrill  and 
Virginia  Phillips  built  for  themselves 
in  4J  >  months,  working  week  ends 
and  evenings,  at  a  cost  of  a  little  un- 
der $3400,  including  the  lot,  furnishings, 
and  completely  modern  kitchen  appli- 
ances. 

It  was  quite  a  struggle,  both  physical 
and  financial.  As  Merrill  says,  "Many  a 
night  we  went  home  tired,  stiff,  calloused, 
dirty  and  discouraged,  but  the  thought 
of  finally  having  a  home  of  our  own  kept 
us  going." 

They  started  with  $10  in  their  pockets, 
but  Merrill,  an  electrician,  with  a  steady 
job  at  $56  a  week,  and  with  Virginia's 
brother-in-law  as  endorser,  was  able  to 
borrow  $2000  from  the  bank,  buy  the 
$350  lot,  and  purchase  materials.  Then, 
after  the  house  was  well  under  way, 
Merrill  got  a  G.  I.  loan  of  $2800,  enabling 
him  to  pay  back  the  bank  and  finance  the 
finishing  of  the  house  with  that  and  with 
what  he  could  spare  from  his  weekly 
wages.  His  home  that  cost  him  $3400 
would  have  cost  him  almost  twice  that 
much  to  buy  ready-built ;  and  the  $35  he 
pays  back  each  month  on  his  G.  I.  loan  is 
just  about  half  the  rent  he  would  pay  for 
a  house  or  apartment. 

What  the  Phillipses  had  in  addition  to 
the  $10  with  which  they  started  were 
Merrill's  abilities  and  Virginia's  willing- 
ness to  work  right  along  with  her  hus- 
band. She  .helped  dig  the  foundation 


ditches,  gave  Merrill  a  hand  witl 
plumbing  and  wiring,  and  did  a! 
waterproofing  of  the  cement  block 
most  of  the  painting  inside  and  oi 
tiny  woman,  less  than  five  feet  ta 
Merrill  reports,  "She  also  helped  wi 
the  carpentry  work,  swept  up  the  d 
helped  lay  the  asphalt  tile.  She  insu 
the  attic  with  only  a  very  little  help 
me,  as  I  was  in  a  cast  at  the  time,  am 
did  many  other  innumerable  jobs  th; 
with  building  a  house,  like  driving  tc 
rounding  towns  in  search  of  hard-t< 
materials." 

This  kind  of  co-operation,  coupled  j 
Merrill's  handiness  with  all  kinds  oft 
made  it  possible  for  the  Phillipses  ti| 
along  with  remarkably  little  outsid 
bor.  In  fact,  their  total  labor  bill  fot 
house  came  to  $269!— an  item  that  i 
narily  would  have  been  five  or  six  t, 
that  much  on  a  house  the  size  of  thei 

The  five-room  house  is  twent) 
thirty,  with  a  ten-foot  utility  room 
off  the  kitchen.  It  makes  no  try  for  a 
tectural  distinction,  and  the  floor  plat 
faults  of  which  the  Phillipses  are  av 
but  its  very  simplicity  and  sturdines 
neat  and  trim  appearance,  give  it  a  c 
ity  that  many  small  houses  lack  w 
are  more  professional  in  plan  and  ap 
ance. 

The  house  was  built  of  cement  bl 
from  foundations  to  eaves,  with  a 
crete  slab  floor  on  which  Merrill  an< 
ginia  laid  their  asphalt  tile.  The  walls 
given  a  coat  of  pale  gray  weather-i 
paint  on  the  outside;  and  on  the  i 
Merrill  plastered  them  over  plaster! 
lath  to  make  a  dry  and  well-insulate 
closure.  The  roof  is  a  simply  framed  g 
with  rock-wool  insulation  and  a  cov( 
of  mineral-surfaced  asphalt  shing 
long-lasting  and  easily  laid.  The  win 


The  concrete  footings  have  just  been 
poured  with  the  (onus  still  in  place. 


The  house  is  now  ready  to  he  o 
on i  in  while  the  reel  ol  ihc  work  I 


This  if  how  the  door  and  window  (rami's 

arc  »ci  into  the  cement  ■block  walls. 


181 


PHOTO  BY  SOL  LIBSOHN 


With  a  little  planting  and  seeding,  the  rawness  will  soon  disappear. 


>  fetal  casements  into  which  Merrill 
t'  glazier  to  fit  the  glass. 

(\|;oon  as  the  house  was  roofed  over, 

>  ndows  and  doors  in  place,  the  wiring 
Blind  the  plumbing  installed,  Merrill 

i  irginia  moved  in.  It  was  pretty 

ii  living  for  a  while,  until  the  interior 
to  take  shape,  but  even  so,  it  was 
than  staying  on  in  the  small  house 
,vere  sharing  in  the  neighborhood, 
y  being  in  the  house  they  could  give 
:ir  spare  time  to  the  finishing  proc- 
many  of  which  have  still  had  to  wait 
k  of  funds. 

ere  Merrill  found  that  he  needed 
Df  his  outside  help  was  right  at  the 
That  was  where  an  experienced 
1  came  in  handy — a  man  who  knew 
ow  to  lay  out  the  foundations,  and 
after  the  foundation  trenches  were 
:ne\v  just  how  to  put  the  forms  for 
■undations  in  place.  These  were  to 
lared  with  ready-mixed  concrete  de- 

I  to  the  site,  and  it  was  absolutely 
.ary  that  everything  be  level  and 

and  brought  to  the  proper  grade. 
>n  as  the  concrete  foundations  were 
d  in  place,  and  the  ground  prepared 

house  area,  the  ready-mixer  truck 
ed  with  the  concrete  to  pour  the 

m  this  point  on,  the  ticklish  part 
ver.  Everything  was  squared  and 
id.  The  house  walls  could  be  started 
a  solid  base,  and  the  concrete  floor 
a  smooth  platform  on  which  to 
The  rest  was  routine — far  from 
but  little  chance  to  go  wrong  if,  as 

II  says,  "you  took  your..time  and 
edyour  step." 

far  as  the  house  proper  was  con- 
i,  the  Phillipses  got  no  breaks  on 
At  the  time  they  started  to  build, 
oil,  1948,  many  building  materials 
still  in  short  supply,  and  prices  had 
>me  down  appreciably;  so  the  costs 
mized  here  are  certainly  not  less 
Current  averages — if  anything,  some- 
more.  But  when  it  came  to  kitchen 


Phillips,  at  work  on  the  gable 
did  almost  all  the  painting. 


appliances,  Merrill's  connection  with  a 
local  power  company  made  it  possible  for 
him  to  buy  these  things  at  various  dis- 
counts, as  indicated  in  the  prices  listed. 

COSTS 

Lot   $350.00 

Concrete  foundations  (30")  .  .  .  144.00 

Concrete  floor   104.15 

Outside  walls  (cement  blocks) .  .  151.61 

Cement   50.06 

Windows  (7)   136.54 

Doors  (5)   110.79 

Nails   15.30 

Roof   366.51 

Lumber   128.03 

Plasterboard  lath   80.00 

Plaster   84.10 

Chimney   20.88 

Labor   269.00 

Interior  trim,  etc   53.19 

Paint   31.99 

Plastic  tile  for  bathroom  ....  80.00 

Plumbing   341.44 

Wiring   119.39 

Cement  porches   8.00 

Asphalt  tile   66.60 

Refrigerator   250.00 

Dishwasher  and  disposal  ....  209.00 

Electric  range.   115.00 

Electric  water  heater  (40  gal.) .  .  110.00 

Total  $3395.58 

What  is  left  to  be  done  on  the  house 
can  be  done  easily  during  the  Phillipses' 
spare  time,  and  when  spare  cash  is  avail- 
able again.  The  floor  plan  works  very 
well  for  them  with  an  easy  working-living 
arrangement,  although  a  minor  shifting  of 
bathroom  and  bedroom  partitions  would 
improve  it  by  giving  more  privacy  to  the 
second  bedroom,  a  desirable  feature  to 
most  families.  But  what  they  have  right 
now  is  a  house  whose  livability  and  looks 
they  like  enormously,  with  monthly  pay- 
ments for  the  next  nine  years  which  are 
well  within  their  budget — and  a  home  that 
they  can  really  call  their  own.  the  en  n 


The  floor  plan  does  well  by  the  working 
arrangements,  suits  the  Phillipses1  needs. 


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DOTTIE  and  '  Lloyd  are  two  of 
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Sweet-Sour  Ham 
Green  Beans  end 
Frozen  Corn  Succotash 
Fresh  Pineapple 


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l.iH'Xsino  Imam*' 

Eggs  a  la  Ta>  lor 
Asparagus 
Green  Salad 
Blueberries  with 
Sour  Cream  and  Sug 


On  the  days  that  Dottie  corml 
I  he  city,  she  and  Lloyd  coll 
mi  dinner,  but  both  inainta 
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While  she's  getting  Eric  to  he 
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egg"' 

"Confusion  is  my  secret, 
keep  Dottie  guessing     use  a 
of  seasonings,  so  they  alwa 
different,"  said  Lloyd  when  I 
pill  him  down  lo  a  recipe.  I 
Hid  a  little  milk,  id  course, 

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IS  ALSO  THE  FINEST 
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FRIED  TOMATOES  WITH  CREAM 
GRAVY 

Cut  3  slightly  underripe  tomatoes 
(those  in  the  markets  usually  are  at 
this  time  of  year)  in  slices  2^-inch 
thick.  (Do  not  remove  skin!)  Sprinkle 
with  salt  and  pepper.  Dip  in  flour  and 
brown  quickly  in  1  tablespoon  butter 
or  margarine.  Reduce  heat  to  low  and 
cook  about  10  minutes.  Remove  toma- 
toes and  make  1  cup  cream  sauce  in 
the  pan.  Dottie  uses  a  cream-sauce 
bar — says  it's  the  simplest.  Serve  the 
tomatoes  covered  with  the  sauce. 


y  could  not  cook  when  we 
ried.  It  took  me  a  long  time 

ruined  dinners  that  would 
ri  good  otherwise  to  learn 
erdo  herbs,  seasonings  and 

dish.  I  had  the  idea  that  if 
is  fine,  a  lot  should  be  per- 

I  stick  to  the  books!" 

OPS  WITH  ONION  SAUCE 

eal  chops,  or  3  if  you  think  1 
't  enough.  Brown  the  chops 
;des  in  a  little  butter  or  mar- 
1  remove  to  a  casserole.  Sea- 
ith  salt  and  pepper.  Slice  3 
ized  peeled  onions  and  brown 
ne  pan  in  which  you  seared 
Blend  in  tablespoons 
ablespoons  tomato  paste  or 
lichever  you  have.  Add  a 
hyme  and  one  of  marjoram, 
if, crumbled,  2  bouillon  cubes 
ups  water.  (Dottie  uses  half 
half  sauterne  wine.)  Let 
ome  to  boil.  Season  to  taste 
salt  and  pepper.  Pour  over 
ake,  covered,  in  moderate 
0  F.,  35  minutes.  Serve  with 
w  potatoes. 


Thursday 

Shoppe  r  **  ImcU 

Minute  Steaks 
ied  Tomatoes  with 
Cream  Gravy 
Mixed  Salad 
I  Favorite  Cheese 


Dottie  does  most  of  the  regu- 
)ing,  Lloyd  occasionally  likes 
ver.  When  he  does,  he  heads 
alian  markets  and  the  cheese 
.  Manlike,  he  buys  what- 
eals  to  him,  beyond  the  list 
tie  gives  him.  It  makes  their 
jre  interesting,  but  it's  not  so 
the  budget,  Dottie  says. 


ng  the  stage  for  dinner. 


Friday 
Fair  anil  Warmer 

Jellied  Madrilene 
Salmon  Salad 
New  Peas 
Wilted  Cucumbers 


"When  the  weather'  gets  warm  we 
have  many  mostly  cold  meals  with 
one  hot  vegetable.  This  menu  has 
practically  no  warm-kitchen  fussing. 
While  we  don't  always  have  a  first 
course,  we  are  particularly  fond  of 
jellied  madrilene — would  rather  have 
it  than  dessert.  I  buy  several  cans  at 
a  time  and  keep  them  in  the  refriger- 
ator regularly  from  the  first  warm 
day  until  practically  the  first  frost." 


Saturday 
Our  Company  Dinner 

Chicken  with 
Celery  and  Apple 
Plain  or  Wild  Rice 

Green  Salad 
Peach  Shortcake 


"For  a  long  time  after  we  were  mar- 
ried, I  persisted  in  trying  new  recipes 
when  we  were  having  guests.  Most  of 
them  were  fine  until  the  painful  day 
when  Lloyd's  boss  and  his  wife  came 
to  Sunday  lunch.  I  tried  a  gourmet 
special,  but  we  could  have  done  bet- 
ter at  the  drugstore.  Now  I  do  my  ex- 
perimenting a  deux.  Chicken  with  cel- 
ery and  apple  is  now  one  of  our  favorite 
company  dishes.  Yet  the  first  time  I 
made  it,  it  was  also  a  fiasco.  The  recipe 
said  to  brown  the  chicken — -not  a 
word  about  having  it  cut  up  at  the 
butcher's.  I  had  an  awful  time  with 
that  little  detail." 

CHICKEN  WITH  CELERY 
AND  APPLE 

Have  a  3J^-pound  chicken  cut  tip  for 
frying.  Season  with  salt  and  pepper. 
Brown  a  few  pieces  at  a  time  in  3 
tablespoons  shortening  or  salad  oil. 
Remove  the  chicken.  In  the  fat,  cook 
1  onion,  sliced,  1  small  stalk  celery, 
sliced — and  2  peeled  and  cored  apples, 
sliced.  Cook  until  soft  and  nearly  ten- 
der. Remove  from  heal.  Add  1  table- 
spoon more  shortening.  Blend  in  2 
tablespoons  flour.  Add  \}/2  cups  water 
or  chicken  broth.  Stir  until  sauce  is 
smooth.  Put  back  chicken.  Reseason 
and  add  a  pinch  of  thyme  and  mar- 
joram. Cover  and  simmer  until  tender. 
Stir  in  2  tablespoons  grated  Parmesan 
cheese,  and,  if  you  like,  2  tahlespoons 
sherry. 


All  the  world  loves  a  good  dish  of  spaghetti ...  but  a 
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1  medium  onion,  chopped 

1  garlic  clove,  minced 

2  tablespoons  chopped  green  pepper 
2  tablespoons  salad  oil 
1  pound  ground  beef 


Vi  teaspoon  salt 
2  cans  Campbell's  Tomato  Soup 
1  cup  water 

1  cup  grated  sharp  cheese 
VS  pound  spaghetti,  cooked 


Cook  onion  garlic  and  green  pepper  in  salad  oil  in  heavy  skillet 
until  soft  Add  beef  and  salt;  brown,  stirring  to  keep  meat  particles 
seDarated  Mix  Campbell's  Tomato  Soup  and  water;  combine  with 
Simmer  sauce  over  low  heat  for  1  hour.  Add  cheese;  stir  until 
cCse  is  melted.  Pour  over  cooked  spaghetti.  Makes  4-5  servings. 


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185 


THE  RHODODENDRON  ROOTS 

(Continued  from  Page  59) 


i  be  so  beautiful,  so  kind.  I  am  looking 
>]  ard  to  it,  Laura.  Death  will  be  as  sweet 
5  le  song  of  a  happy  bird.  It  will  be  like 
ti  'arly-morning  light  on  our  hills." 

Yes,  dear  Lucy,"  said  Laura.  "Mind  the 
it .  But  it  was  of  something  else  I  wanted 
BJk.  You  know  our  father  left  us  a  little 
n  ;y  and  we  have  used  hardly  any  of  it." 
ijfou  have  been  such  a  good  manager  all 
a  ives."  nodded  Miss  Lucy.  "I  don't  know 

0  you've  done  it." 

j)ur  wants  have  been  so  simple  and  our 
<  ies  have  lasted  so  well.  Your  tussore  is 
tf'St  as  good  as  new,"  murmured  Laura, 
fc  stroked  the  folds  of  her  long  pongee  skirt 

ii  straightened  the  boned  collar  of  her  lawn 
Use.  "But,  Lucy,  we  must  think  now  of 
ijjsing  of  our  money." 

{ es,"  said  Lucy  obediently.  "  I  shall  help 
■think.  .  .  .  Oh,  look,  Laura,  there  is 

1  Starret  Meade  in  her  garden.  Do  you 
m,  she  is  a  good  woman  in  spite  of  her 
i  voice  and  lip  rouge.  I  have  heard  that 
;ig  the  winter,  in  New  York,  she  helps 
"  ide  milk  for  poor  and  undernourished 
lien." 

)  know,  Lucy,"  said  her  sister.  "But  we 
I  hinking  now  about  our  wills." 
ilfou  are  right,"  said  Lucy.  "I  think, 
E  a,  we  ought  to  leave  our  money  to  some- 

I  vho  is  truly  deserving.  Could  we  leave  it 

I I  the  children  in  the  world,  for  I  think 
i  are  the  most  truly  deserving?" 

l.t  would  be  nice,"  said  Laura  quietly. 
It  I'm  afraid  it  would  not  last  long  and 
i lo  not  know  how  to  reach  them  all.  In 

ley  matters,  Lucy,  we   

:  be  definite."  ■■■^■■^B 
j-W  course,"  said  Lucy, 
fwyers  are  so  nervous 
h  things  are  not  defi- 
,1  and  we  could  not 
ie  dear  Mr.  Scoville 


jjous  when  he  reads  our 
I .  Perhaps  we  could  ask  ■■■■■■■■ 

((Claymore  if  he  knows 

umeone  who  is  truly  deserving.  A  min- 
is apt  to  know  such  people." 

I  own  Elm  Street  the  two  sisters  walked, 
the  Harmony  Inn  and  the  Town  Hall, 

(doctor's  house  and  the  De  Rosiers'. 

Igaret  de  Rosier,  looking  up  from  her  pile 

1  tters  and  newspapers,  saw  them  through 

; window  and  sniffed. 

jCrazy  old  fools  wearing  clothes  like  that," 
said,  and  went  back  to  her  only  pleasure 
fe. 

very  evening  after  supper,  Margaret  de 
er  answered  advertisementsin  the  papers 
naids,  cooks  and  general  houseworkers. 
ing  done  this  for  several  years,  she  was 
uthority  on  the  domestic  requirements 
undreds  of  homes.  She  knew  all  the 
ees  of  salaries,  sizes  of  families,  whether 
laundry  was  sent  out,  other  help  kept, 
of  children  involved  and  plain  or  fancy 
:ing  wanted.  Her  main  pleasure  lay  in 
vering  these  letters,  presenting  herself  as 
lonest,  capable  and  reliable  cook,  then 
ring  the  desperate  pleas  for  interviews, 
tin  de  Rosier  thought  what  she  did  both 
n  and  dishonest.  But  Martin  knew 
er  than  to  interfere.  Margaret's  ill 
ire  was  to  be  avoided  on  every  occasion, 
s  he  sat  on  the  front  porch  with  his  wife's 
e,  Ellen,  he  too  watched  the  Finches 
<  past.  "You  couldn't  find  two  nicer 
es  than  Miss  Lucy  and  Miss  Laura,"  he 
and  Ellen  nodded. 

wcing  at  her  soft  profile,  he  thought  of 
much  he  loved  Ellen  and  hated  his  wife, 
"tin  could  be  forgiven  his  thoughts,  for  no 
i  is  proof  against  the  constant  and  daily 
irence  between  an  old  shrew  and  a  tender 
ng  woman.  For  the  entire  year  that 
n,  orphaned  and  alone,  had  lived  with 
n.  he  had  suffered  and  delighted  in  the 
irence.  Only  that  evening,  as  he  watched 
wife  and  her  niece  bent  over  the  dishes  in 
sink,  he  had  compared  their  hips.  Ellen's 
>  were  as  sweetly  rounded  as  lily  bulbs; 
rgaret's,  like  two  full  sacks  of  grain, 
•re  were  times  when  he  hoped  desperately 


^  Never  lend  books — no  one 
^  returns  them.  The  only 
books  I  have  in  my  library  are 
those  which  people  have  lent 
me.  — ANATOLE  FRANCE. 


that  Ellen  would  marry  and  go  away,  and  in 
the  next  instant  imagined  how  pleasant  it 
would  be  to  strangle  any  man  who  looked  at 
her.  But  Ellen  seemed  content  to  stay  at 
home  in  the  evenings  and  sit  with  him  on  the 
front  porch.  Once  she  had  told  him  shyly 
that  she  looked  forward  to  it. 

Now,  watching  the  two  sisters  turn  down 
the  walk  to  Mr.  Claymore's  house,  she 
looked  at  Martin  with  sadness  in  her  face. 
"Poor  Miss  Laura,"  she  said.  "I  heard  she 
couldn't  last  much  longer  with  what  she's 
got  wrong  with  her.  Whatever  will  happen  to 
Miss  Lucy  when  Miss  Laura  goes?" 

As  Miss  Lucy  and  Miss  Laura  stood  before 
the  rectory  door,  each  looked  the  other  over. 
Miss  Laura  pinned  back  a  loose  strand  of 
Miss  Lucy's  fine,  white  hair  and  Miss  Lucy 
lightly  dusted  off  her  sister's  embroidered 
jacket. 

"Now  we  are  proper,"  said  Miss  Laura. 
"Would  it  please  you  to  knock,  Lucy?" 

Mr.  Claymore,  opening  the  door,  smiled 
with  pleasure  when  he  saw  them.  He  shook 
their  thin,  brittle  hands  with  delight  and 
made  a  little  ceremony  of  showing  them  into 
his  study.  "How  nice  of  you  to  call,"  he  said. 
"Elizabeth  is  upstairs  with  the  baby.  Will 
you  have  this  chair,  Miss  Lucy?" 

"  I  should  like  the  rocker,  if  it  would  be  all 
right,"  said  Miss  Lucy  eagerly.  "The  little 
to-and-fro  is  always  comforting  to  me.  It's 
Laura  that  likes  the  stiff  chairs."  She  settled 
herself  contentedly.  "We  have  such  serious 
business  to  discuss  with  you." 

  Laura  explained  about 

^■■■■■i     the  rhododendron  roots. 

looking  steadily  at  John 
Claymore's  kind,  young 
face.  When  she  had  fin- 
ished, he  glanced  down  at 
the  floor  and  cleared  his 
throat. 

■HMM         "You're  quite  right, 
Miss  Lucy."  He  smiled  at 
her  and  drew  a  deep  breath.  "  I  think  I  could 
explain  the  situation  to  the  Alworthys." 

"You  must  not  think  we  are  vain,  Mr. 
Claymore,"  Miss  Lucy  said  anxiously.  "It  is 
not  vanity.  It  is  propriety  in  the  sight  of  the 
Lord.  We  could  not  stand  before  Him  di- 
sheveled." 

"Of  course  not,"  said  Mr.  Claymore.  "I 
understand  perfectly." 

"  I  have  always  told  Laura  that  for  such  a 
young  minister  you  are  a  very  understanding 
one,"  Miss  Lucy  said  gravely.  "Because  you 
are  still  unsure,  you  are  the  more  eager  to 
know  all  the  beauty  of  His  word.  A  minister 
who  is  too  sure  has  not  even  turned  the  first 
pages  of  His  mystery." 

Miss  Laura  coughed  gently  and  leaned 
forward.  "There  is  something  else  we  should 
like  to  ask  you  about,"  she  said.  "We  have 
been  thinking  about  our  wills,  Mr.  Claymore. 
We  have  only  a  little — about  five  thousand 
dollars.  But  we  must  arrange  to  leave  it  to 
someone.  Since  we  have  no  one  left  of  our 
own,  Lucy  is  most  anxious  that  we  leave  it  to 
someone  who  is  truly  deserving,  and  we 
thought  with  your  help  we  might  discover 
such  a  person  in  Harmony." 

"What  a  good  idea,"  said  Mr.  Claymore. 
"Someone  truly  deserving.-  But" — he 
hesitated — "choosing  such  a  person  would 
require  a  great  deal  of  consideration — a  very 
great  deal." 

They  sat  in  silence,  each  of  them  thinking, 
and  before  each  of  their  minds  spread  the 
village  and  all  the  people  in  it.  Suddenly 
Miss  Lucy  stopped  rocking  and  closed  her 
eyes. 

"  I  cannot  stop  thinking  about  the  rhodo- 
dendron roots,"  she  said.  "And  how  difficult 
it  would  be  to  struggle  through  them.  To  me 
they  are  like  the  temptations  of  the  flesh, 
holding  down  the  innocent  spirit.  Everyone 
has  rhododendron  roots  in  their  minds,  have 
they  not,  Mr.  Claymore?" 

"  I  had  never  thought  of  it  quite  like  that," 
he  said,  giving  her  a  startled  look.  "But  I  can 
see  what  you  mean." 

(Continued  on  Page  187) 


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(Continued  from  Page  IS 5) 
lease.  Lucy,"  said  Laura.  '"I  implore 
tot  to  think  of  them  any  more.  We  must 
•ntrate  upon  our  wills,  dear." 
;ut  I  am  thinking  about  them,  too,"  said 
,  opening  her  eyes  in  surprise.  "You 
,  I  can  often  think  of  several  things  at 
And  I  think  a  truly  deserving  person  is 
3ne  who  struggles  against  the  rhodo- 
■on  roots  of  the  flesh." 
ss  Laura  and  Mr.  Claymore  looked  at 
other. 

.  is  very  clear  to  me."  Miss  Lucy 
d  the  arm  of  the  rocker  precisely.  "The 
*rson  who  comes  to  you,  Mr.  Claymore, 
vrestles  with  the  roots  of  temptation 
d  be  rewarded.  It  has  always  seemed 
:  that  a  struggle  with  evil  is  never  suf- 
tly  rewarded.  Is  that  not  true,  Mr. 
rtore?  " 

erhaps,  perhaps,"  he  said  slowly.  "But 
who  struggle  against  evil  are  usually 
ded  in  other  ways,  Miss  Lucy.  They 
self-control  and  the   cleanness  of 

ntion  from  selfish  desires  and  " 

f  course,"  said  Miss  Lucy.  "But  what 
ded  pleasure  to  be  rewarded  physically, 
ual  reward  is  beautiful  and  necessary, 
eople,  being  human  and  of  this  world, 
to  be  so  joyous  if  they  have  something 
s  world's  goods.  I,  myself,  have  never 
understood  it,  since  money  has  mat- 
little  to  me.  But  you  must  agree  that 
are  so  delighted  if  they  have  a  little 
money.  Their  eyes  shine.  They  can 
plans.  Even  yourself,  Mr.  Claymore,  a 
jal  man.  Think  of  the  toys  you  could 
)r  your  baby,  the  flowers  for  Elizabeth, 
;  »ks  for  yourself,  if  you  had  a  little  extra 
y." 

m  Claymore's  pink  face  grew  pinker 
ie  smiled  ruefully.  "Yes,  Miss  Lucy," 
id.  "I  cannot  argue  with  you  on  that 
[  It  would  be  very  pleasant." 
lou  see,  Laura,"  Miss  Lucy  cried 
By.  "Now  if  Mr.  Claymore  will  tell  us 
I  first  person  who  comes  to  him,  wres- 
I  /aliantly,  that  person  shall  be  our  heir." 
ss  Laura  sighed.  "It  seems  strange." 
!id.  "But  I  suppose  it  is  as  good  a  way 
tide  as  another.  Would  you  be  willing  to 
[is,  Mr.  Claymore?" 

IDPLE  have  inherited  money  on  a  less 
I  basis,"  he  said  thoughtfully.  "As  a 
It  of  fact" — he  stroked  his  chin — "I 
i  never  thought  highly  of  inherited 
fi.  I  have  always  thought  all  money 
d  be  earned  in  some  way  or  another, 
i.ps  Miss  Lucy's  suggestion  would  be  an 
| ant  solution.  Yes,  I  should  be  happy  to 
l  ou  in  this." 

'hank  you,  thank  you,"  said  Lucy, 
lirtg  her  hands.  "Now  we" need  not  be 
I  as  about  the  roots  or  the  will.  As  soon 
^  know  who  is  struggling,  we  can  carry 
a  or  wonderful  plan.  Shall  we  tell  Mr. 
jnore  about  it  now,  Laura?" 
|h,  no.  Not  yet,  not  yet,"  said  Miss 
i  quickly,  rising  to  her  feet.  "Come, 


Lucy.  We  must  not  take  any  more  of  Mr. 
Claymore's  time.  .  .  .  Thank  you  for  your 
kindness  to  us,"  she  said,  turning  to  him. 
"And  please  give  our  fondest  love  to  Eliza- 
beth and  the  baby.  I  hope" — she  clasped 
her  hands  together  and  looked  at  him 
anxiously — "I  hope  these  matters  can  be 
settled  shortly." 

But  it  was  only  the  troublesome  question 
of  the  rhododendron  roots  that  was  settled  in 
the  next  few  weeks.  The  Alworthys,  after  they 
had  recovered  from  their  astonishment  and 
given  several  refusals,  finally  agreed  to  re- 
move the  plants. 

July,  however,  was  finished  and  August 
well  into  itself  and  still  Mr.  Claymore 
shook  his  head  whenever  Miss  Laura, 
growing  daily  thinner  and  more  fragile, 
asked  him  a  question  with  her  eyes.  No 
one  in  Harmony,  it  seemed,  had  occasion 
to  wrestle  with  the  roots  of  his  lower  nature, 
and  the  life  of  the  village  moved  blandly  in 
the  simmering  heat  toward  autumn. 

Mrs.  st arret  meade,  in  her  big  white  clap- 
board house,  was  already  beginning  to  make 
plans  for  returning  to  New  York.  The  plans 
were  flawless  in  all  respects  but  one.  Her  old 
cook.  Minnie  Dupuis.  having  grown  too 
feeble  to  work,  was  planning  to  live  with  her 
sister  in  Rutland.  At  Mr.  Meade's  sug- 
gestion, Mrs.  Meade  put  an  ad  in  the 
Harmony  Clarion  and  Margaret  de  Rosier 
immediately  answered  it,  signing  a  fictitious 
name. 

Mrs.  Meade's  answer  to  her  letter  came  on 
a  day  that  was  hot  and  breathless  with  the 
threat  of  a  storm.  Martin's  head  ached  and 
he  fretted  like  a  dog  with  the  growing  tension 
in  the  air.  He  had  no  liking  for  his  supper, 
which  Margaret  served  with  a  constant 
whine  against  the  heat,  holding  out  her 
sticky  dress  from  her  bosom  and  fanning 
herself  with  a  handkerchief.  Turning  from 
the  heat,  she  began  to  pick  steadily  at  Ellen 
while  Martin,  spraddle-legged  with  misery, 
sat  dumbly  in  his  chair.  He  began  to  imagine 
what  it  would  be  like  to  have  only  Ellen  in 
the  house,  how  quiet  it  would  be.  He  sighed 
so  heavily  at  his  thoughts  that  Margaret 
swiveled  toward  him. 

"And  now  what's  eating  you?"  she  said. 
"Look  at  your  supper.  What's  the  use  my 
cooking  a  supper  when  you  turn  up  your 
nose  at  it?  You  know  what  I  found  out  to- 
day? For  doing  what  I  got  to  do  for  you  and 
her" — she  glanced  contemptuously  at 
Ellen — "I  could  get  a  hundred  and  seventy- 
five  dollars  a  month  from  Mrs.  Meade. 
Don't  I  wish  I  could  go  off  and  make  money 
like  that !  And  what's  more,  on  my  days  off,  I 
could  go  round  them  big  employment 
offices  in  New  York  and  find  out  all  I  like 
about  who  wants  what."  An  avid  look  came 
into  her  face,  and  Martin's  mouth  twitched 
with  disgust.  Looking  at  him  sharply,  she 
said  with  a  sly,  little  smile,  "And  don't  think 
I  don't  know  you'd  just  as  leave  have  me 
go.  You  and  somebody  else.  Hah.  You  think 
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two  of  you  are  up  to."  She  flicked  a  glance  at 
Ellen,  who  was  staring  at  her  aunt  with  dis- 
may on  her  face. 

"Oh,  no,  Aunt  Margaret,"  she  said.  "You 
don't  know  what  you're  saying." 

"Oh,  I  don't  know  what  I'm  saying." 
Margaret  mimicked  her  niece's  frightened 
voice.  "But  I  know  what  I'm  thinking.  If 
people  knew  all  I  put  up  with  right  in  my 
own  house!  All  this  sighing  and  sheep's  eyes 
and  sitting  together  on  the  front  porch.  My 
own  niece  too."  She  sniffed. 

"Don't  you  talk  like  that,"  said  Martin. 
"You  got  no  call  to  talk  like  that.  I  won't 
have  a  word  said  against  Ellen,  you  hear — or 
I'll  " 

"You'll  do  what?"  she  sneered.  "You 
dirty  old  milksop.  The  Lord  knows  what  got 
in  my  head  when  I  married  you.  All  my  good 
years  gone  and  now  you  start  fiddling  around 
with  my  flesh  and  blood."  She  shifted  into  a 
whine.  "I  know  what  you're  after.  But 
you're  not  going  to  get  it.  No,  sir.  I'm  your 
lawful  wife  and  you  can't  do  anything  about 
it  and  the  two  of  you  can  go  hunking  round 
and  I'll  just  laugh  at  you.  See.  Like  this." 
She  threw  back  her  head  and  laughed,  her 
thick  throat  shaking. 

Ellen,  with  a  sob,  her  face  turned  from 
Martin,  ran  from  the  room  and  Martin,  get- 
ting up  slowly  from  the  table,  looked  down 
at  his  laughing  wife.  "I  never  thought,"  he 
said,  "I'd  like  to  kill  a  woman."  She  kept 
right  on  laughing  and  he  turned  blindly  away 
and  went  out  of  the  house. 

Walking  through  the  streets,  almost 
staggering  with  the  load  of  his  hate,  he  barely 
heard  Mr.  Claymore  calling  to  him  from  his 
garden. 

"Martin,"  Mr.  Claymore  shouted.  "Mar- 
tin de  Rosier.  Can  you  spare  me  a  second, 
please?" 

Martin  stopped,  shaking  his  head  to  sift 
his  wits.  "Why,  sure,  Mr.  Claymore,  sure," 
he  said. 

Mr.  Claymore  gestured  toward  the  tool 
house.  "I've  been  thinking  I  might  like  to 
add  on  another  shed,"  he  said.  "If  you  have 


the  time  someday  you  might  come  oveil 
make  me  an  estimate." 

"Another  shed,"  said  Martin  stun 
"Yep.  I  guess  maybe  I  could." 

"What's  the  matter,  Martin?"  A 
John  Claymore.  "Aren't  you  feeling  w 

Normally,  Martin  would  never  have 
cussed  his  trouble.  But  standing  there  i 
dusk  with  another  man,  and  that  mai 
one  responsible  for  the  spiritual  guidan 
all  Congregationalists  in  Harmony,  h( 
the  boil  of  his  misery  burst  and  the  nee 
advice  grow  imperative.  Spitting  a  strea 
tobacco  juice  clean  into  the  heart  of  a 
dock,  he  stammered  thickly: 

"What  can  a  man  do — what  can  h 
when  he  hates  the  living  daylights  out  ( 
wife?  I  can't  do  it.  I  can't  go  on  living  L 
same  house  with  her  and — and  Ellen, 
can't  talk  to  Ellen  like  that.  I  got  t 
something.  A  man  shouldn't  think  the  tl 
I  been  thinking." 

"Come  in  the  house,  Martin,"  said 
Claymore  quietly.  "Maybe  if  you  talk 
with  me  you'll  feel  better.  Elizabeth's  a 
Friendly  Society  and  we'll  be  alone." 

Later  on,  after  Martin  had  gone 
John  Claymore  called  Miss  Laura 
night,  she  and  Miss  Lucy  sat  up  until  tt 
hour  after  their  bedtime,  discussing  e 
thing  that  must  be  done. 

At  five  the  next  day  they  were  up, 
heads  bound  in  dust  cloths.  All  morning 
cleaned  the  small  house.  They  burned  < 
tities  of  old  letters  and  pictures  in  tht 
stove.  They  packed  all  their  clothi 
grocery  boxes  saved  for  the  purpose, 
labeled  them  for  the  Salvation  Army.  1 1 
afternoon  they  called  upon  Mr.  Scoville 
him  their  instructions,  and  with  trem 
hands  wrote  their  spidery  signature 
their  wills.  On  the  way  home,  Miss 
stopped  at  the  drugstore  and  bought  ca 
which  she  gave  to  all  the  children  she  m< 
the  street.  They  stopped  at  the  green! 
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I  bought  their  favorite  cake,  a  small 
i  olate  one  with  white  icing. 
I  was  six  o'clock  when  they  came  home. 
;  Lucy  arranged  the  roses  in  the  parlor, 
i  while  Miss  Laura  wrote  a  long  letter  to 
[Claymore  and  notes  to  all  their  friends, 
I;  Lucy  went  through  each  room  in  the 
le,  singing  happily.  She  went  out  into 
[  small  back  yard  and  touched  each 
I — the  syringa,  the  lilacs,  the  forsythias 
[the  bridal  wreath — and  waved  her  hand 
Frd  the  large  sugar  maple  that  stood  in 
lorner  of  the  yard. 

Ess  Laura,  who  had  finished  writing  and 
[watching  Miss  Lucy  from  the  kitchen 
low,  touched  her  eyes  with  her  handker- 
I  and  turned  away  quickly  as  her  sister 
I:  in.  When  they  had  finished  their  cake 
Jmilk  and  thrown  the  ^^^^^^^^ 
I  crumbs  for  the  birds, 
(  stood  in  the  kitchen 
|  moment. 

liss  Lucy's  eyes  were 
ling  and  she  said, 
Iw,  sister?" 
I'es,  now,"  said  Miss 


^  The  whisper  of  a  pretty 
"  girl  can  be  heard  further 
than  the  roar  of  a  lion. 

—  ARABIAN  PROVERB. 


le  poured  out  a  glass  of  water,  and  from 
lupboard  over  the  sink  took  out  a  small 
|e  of  capsules;  then,  taking  her  sister's 
she  led  her  into  the  parlor.  Together 
sat  down  on  the  sofa  and  Miss  Laura 
ged  the  pillows  comfortably  behind 
backs.  Before  them  on  a  table  were  the 
res  of  their  mother  and  father;  and 
d  them,  the  yellow  roses,  sweet-smelling 
onamon  sugar. 

refully  Miss  Laura  divided  the  capsules 
each  sister  swallowed  hers  and  drank 
water. 

it  take  long?"  asked  Miss  Lucy, 
lo,  dear,"  said  Miss  Laura, 
low  pleased  mother  looks,"  said  Miss 

She  knows  we  are  coming." 
ey  sat  silently,  looking  at  the  pictures 
e  them. 

er  a  little,  Miss  Lucy  stirred  and  mur- 
d,  "I  hope  Mr.  de  Rosier  will  be  very 


happy  with  his  reward.  I  hope  the  rhodo- 
dendron roots  did  not  hurt  him  too  much." 

Miss  Laura  tried  to  tighten  her  grasp  on 
Lucy's  hand. 

"How  peaceful  it  is  growing,"  said  Lucy 
drowsily.  "Thank  you,  Laura,  for  having 
been  my  loving  sister." 

"And  I  thank  you,  my  dearest,"  said 
Laura.  "And  now,"  she  whispered,  "let  us 
close  our  eyes  and  thank  the  Lord  for  all  His 
goodness  to  us  and  for  His,  ways  that  are  full 
of  wonder.  May  He  forgive  us  for  what  we 
have  done." 

A  few  months  later,  Martin  de  Rosier,  in 
a  new  suit  and  with  pride  in  his  eyes, 
watched  Ellen  step  off  the  train  in  Delray, 
Florida.  "Well,  now,"  he  said  and,  kissing 
her  clumsily  on  the  cheek, 
looked  self-consciously 
about  him. 

"Oh,  Martin— I  can't 
believe  it,"  she  said.  "Is 
everything  ready?" 
"Yep."  He  tucked  her 
■■■■■MMI     hand  under  his  arm.  "The 
minister's  waiting  and  I 
got  us  the  best  place  in  the  trailer  camp. 
You  see  Margaret  before  you  left  home?" 

"Oh,  no."  She  shook  her  head.  "She  went 
straight  from  Reno  to  work  for  Mrs.  Meade 
in  New  York." 

"Hope  Mrs.  Meade  can  take  it,"  he  said. 
"Living  with  Margaret  is  like  trying  to  pour 
a  pound  of  melted  butter  in  a  wildcat's  ear 
with  a  red-hot  darning  needle."  He  patted 
her  hand.  "I  still  can't  get  over  it."  He 
frowned.  "Without  Miss  Lucy  and  Miss 
Laura  leaving  me  that  money  this  never 
would've  happened." 

"Martin,"  Ellen  said,  speaking  his  name 
with  all  the  love  in  her,  "whatever  do  you 
think  made  Miss  Lucy  and  Miss  Laura  leave 
it  to  you?" 

"I  don't  know."  He  scratched  his  head. 
"  I  can't  think  of  a  thing  I  done  would  make 
them  pick  me.  It  sure  is  funny  the  way 
things  can  happen."  the  end 


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or  similar  skin  problems— here's  news. 

A  noted  Doctor  has  now  developed  a 
new  home  beauty  routine.  1  le  found, 
in  clinical  tests,  that  a  greaseless  skin 
cream— famous  Noxzema— has  a  gentle, 
medicated  formula  that  helps  heal  such 
blemishes  .  .  .  helps  supply  a  light  film 
of  oil-and-moisture  to  the  skin's  outer 
surface  .  .  .  helps  your  skin  look  softer, 
smoother,  lovelier.  I  Icre's  what  you  do: 

4  Simple  Steps 
Morning— 1.  Apply  Noxzema  all  over 
your  face  and  with  a  damp  cloth 
"creamwash"  your  face  —  just  as  you 
would  with  soap  and  water.  Note  how 
clean  your  skin  looks  and  ieels.  2.  After 
drying  face,  smooth  on  a  protective  film 
of  greaseless  Noxzema  as  a  powder  base. 

Evening  — 3.  Before  retiring,  again 
"creamwash"  your  face.  4.  Now  mas- 
sage Noxzema  into  your  face.  Remem- 
ber—it's greaseless.  Pat  a  little  extra 
over  any  blemishes*  to  help  heal  them. 

This  new  "Home  Facial"  actually 
helped  4  out  of  5  women  in  clinical 
tests.  The  secret?  First,  Noxzema  is  a 


greaseless  cream.  And  secondly,  it's 
Noxzema's  medicated  formula  —  in  a 
unique  oil-and-moisture  emulsion! 

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Try  this  Doctor's  new  1  lome  Beauty 
Routine  for  10  days.  If  you  don't  sec  a 
real  improvement  in  your  skin,  return 
the  jar  to  Noxzema,  Baltimore,  Md.— 
your  money  cheerfully  refunded.  1  hat's 
how  sure  we  arc  you  will  be  wonder- 
fully pleased  with  the  results. 


Protective  Cream! 

"Ever  since  I've  used 
Noxzema  as  my  pow- 
der base  I've  found 
my  skin  looked  so 
much  softer  and 
smoother.  Noxzema's 
wonderful! "says  Mary 
Proctor. 


Blemishes!     "I  was 

troubled  with!  annoy- 
ing facial  blemishes*,'1 
savs  Dorothy  Johnson. 
"My  girl  friend  ad- 
vised Noxzema.  In  a 
v e  r y  s h  o r t  time  it 
helped  my  skin  look 
Softer,  clearer." 


Medicated  Noxzema  Skin  Cream  is 
the  favorite  beauty  aid  of  scores  of  ac- 
tresses, models,  and  nurses.  See  for 
yourself  why  over  25,000,000  jars  are 
used  yearly!  At  all  drug  and  cosmetic 
counters.  40$:,  60*!,  $1.00  plus  tax. 


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Piece 


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PLANNING  a  bridge  luncheon  is  rather  a 
tricky  business— there  are  so  many  consid- 
erations that  must  be  borne  in  mind.  First  of  all, 
this  is  party  food,  and  it  should  look  festive 
as  well  as  taste  delicious.  Just  as  important,  it 
must  be  easy  to  serve  and  it  should  require  verv 
little  effort  from  the  hostess  on  the  day  of  the 
party.  Here's  a  luncheon  menu  planned  with  all 
these  points  in  mind. 

In  the  place  of  honor  there  will  be  hot  salmon 
mousse  with  egg-and-caper  sauce.  The  sauce  is 
slightlv  sweet-sour  and  fairlv  highlv  seasoned, 
and  it  s  delicious  when  combined  with  the  taste 
of  the  salmon.  The  mousse  can  be  baked  in  a 
ring  mold  or  in  individual  molds;  but  whatever 
its  shape,  the  pink  salmon  and  the  yellow  sauce 
flecked  with  pimiento  can  t  help  looking  lovelv. 

The  vegetable  will  be  asparagus  Polonaise. 
Asparagus  is  a  wonderful  vegetable.  The  one 
thing  it  won't  stand  is  overcooking.  That's  true 
of  many  vegetables,  but  it's  especially  impor- 
tant that  asparagus  should  be  barely  done.  When 
it  is  cooked  to  just  the  right  stage  of  perfec- 
tion, sprinkled  with  butter  and  browned  bread 
crumbs — which  is  (Continued  on  Page  192) 


Bridge  luncheon,  buffet  stvle — 
salmon  mousse,  asparagus  Polonaise, 
hot  buttered  bread  sticks. 


PHOTOS  BY  STVAKT 


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Jot  these  down  on  your 
grocery  list  today. . . 


and  make  the  best  raisin  pie 
you  ever  tasted ... 


with  the  Magic  Ingredient 
champion  pie -makers  use ! 


"It  takes  lard  to  make  a  pie  crust 
really  tender  and  flaky,"  say  women 
everywhere  who  win  blue  ribbons 
for  their  pies. 

Yes,  lard  is  the  Magic  Ingredient 
of  the  champions.  And  the  cham- 
pion of  all  lards  is  Armour  —  Amer- 
ica's finest  pie  lard.  Armour  Star 


Lard  blends  faster  and  easier  than 
any  other.  Mighty  economical,  too! 

So  ask  your  grocer  for  Armour 
Star  Lard  in  the  self -measuring 
green-and-white  carton.  Use  this 
finer  lard  regularly  to  make  all 
your  pie  crusts  flakier,  hot  breads 
tastier,  fried  foods  more  digestible! 


For  a  free  booklet  of  Marie  Gifford's  choice 
baking  rec  ipes  using  lard,  write  Dept.  410,  Box 
2053,  Armour  and  Company,  Chicago  9,  Illinois. 


ARMOUR 

pure  LARD 


Marie  Gifford's  famous 
5-minute  pie  crust 

RECIPE  ON  THE 


CIPE  ON  I  II  K  \ 
PACKAGE  J 


.  .  the  lard  that  stays  fresh 
without  refrigerat  ion. 


(Continued  from  Page  190) 
asparagus  Polonaise— it's  truly  an  exciting 
dish. 

For  a  relish  that  is  next  door  to  a  salad, 
we'll  have  vegetable-stuffed  celery.  The 
stuffing  is  made  by  combining  finely  chopped 
carrot,  onion  and  green  pepper  with  a  well- 
seasoned  gelatin  mixture. 

The  bread  can  be  rolls,  Melba  toast  or 
anything  you  like,  but  I'll  give  you  a  recipe 
for  soft  bread  sticks  which  you  can  use  if 
you  want  something  quite  special  in  the 
bread  department.  The  dough  is  baked  in 
square  or  oblong  cake  pans,  cut  into  strips 
and  buttered  on  the  cut  sides.  I  served  these 
at  a  dinner  party  the  other  night  and  they 
stole  the  show. 

Now  the  dessert,  coeur  d  la  creme  and  fresh 
strawberries.  Our  coeur  a  la  creme  will  be  a 
frank  imitation  of  the  real  thing,  which  is 
made  and  sold  in  some  parts  of  France, 
but  we  can  do  a  good  job  with  a  mixture  of 
cottage  and  cream  cheese.  It  must  be  eaten 
while  it  is  very  fresh.  The  cheese  is  pressed 
through  a  sieve  and  placed  in  small  coeur  a  la 
creme  baskets  or  in  a  colander  or  sieve 
lined  with  wet  cheesecloth,  and  stored  in 
the  refrigerator  to  drain  and  mold.  On  each 
dessert  plate  there  should  be  a  little  heart 
of  cheese,  a  mound  of  strawberries  and 
some  confectioners'  sugar,  and  Melba  toast 
should  be  served  with  the  dessert.  A  little 
heavy  cream  is  poured  over  the  cheese,  or 
you  can  have  a  small  pitcher  of  cream  on  the 
table.  Leave  the  stems  on  the  berries  so  they 
can  be  dipped  in  sugar  and  eaten  with  the 
fingers.  I  like  to  eat  some  of  my  cheese  with 
a  fork  and  some  of  it  spread  on  toast — I  also 

like  to  crush  an  occa-   

sional  strawberry  with  ■■^■■■^■■■■■■■l 
my  fork  and  scoop  it  up 
with  a  bit  of  cheese. 
Chacun  a  son  gout. 

These  recipes  will 
serve  eight. 


M«y,  J 

Now  to  the  matter  of  eliminating  wor  t 
day  of  your  luncheon.  I  have  cooke 
mousse  entirely  the  day  before  and  reh 
it  in  a  water  bath  before  serving.  It  will  I 
a  little  when  it  is  cold,  but  will  puff  up^i 
when  reheated.  The  texture  is  a  little  li  B 
than  if  it's  baked  just  before  serving,  but  « 
had  no  complaints.  If  you  prefer  to  ba'| 
the  day  of  your  luncheon,  mix  everyi^ 
but  the  eggs  in  advance  and  add  these 4 
before  baking. 

EGG-AND-CAPER  SAUCE 

Mell  \4  slick,  Y%  pound  or  4  tablespoo- 
they're  all  the  same  amount  —  butter  or 
garine  and  blend  in  6  tablespoons  floor. :» 
in  slowly  3  cups  hot  milk  and  add  1  t.fr 
spoon  Worcestershire  sauce,  V2  cup  vinur 
1%  teaspoons  salt,  1  tablespoon  and  1  1. 
spoon  sugar,  teaspoon  while  peppet^ 
teaspoon  red  pepper,  1  envelope  din  , 
bouillon  powder  or  1  chicken-bouillon  te 
and  1  teaspoon  horse-radish.  Cook  over.* 
heat,  stirring  constantly,  until  sauce  lib 
ens  and  is  boiling.  Add  3  tablespoons  choi  J 
pimiento,  6  hard-cooked  eggs  cut  into  f  fa 
large  pieces,  and  3  or  4  tablespoons  caa 
depending  on  how  well  you  like  them.  TV  ■ 
sauce  the  day  before  and  heat  in  lop  of  N. 
ble  boiler  before  serving. 

To  serve,  turn  ring  mold  of  mousse  o  t 
platter,  fill  center  with  egg-and-caper  ■  ■ 
and  garnish  with  water  cress  or  parsle*  id 
slices  of  lemon  and  hard-cooked  egg.  ll  I 
are  using  small  molds,  you  probably  pi.  1 
serve  the  plates  in  the  kitchen.  Turn  a  Id 
onto  a  plate,  surround  with  sauce  and  b> 
ble  a  small  amoinot 


SALMON  MOUSSE 


people  went  to  bed  early  unless 
there  was  something  worth  staying 
up  for.  When  the  entertainment  was 
not  worth  keeping  the  candles 
lighted,  "the  game  was  not  worth 
the  candle." 


sauce  over  top.  t- 
nish  as  for  large  11  i 

ASPARAGUS 
POLONAISE 


This  recipe  will  fill  a  bbbbbbMbbbBbbI 

10-inch  ring  mold  or  8 

or  more  individual  molds,  depending  on  size. 
Fresh  cooked  or  canned  salmon  can  be  used, 
and  you'll  need  about  4J^  cups  after  it  i9 
flaked.  Two  1 -pound  cans  of  red  salmon  will 
be  enough.  If  you  use  fresh  salmon,  a  2- 
pound  steak  should  be  enough.  (If  you  find 
that  you  have  a  little  more  than  4}"2  cups, 
that's  all  right.)  The  fresh  salmon  must  be 
cooked  in  a  very  little  water  over  low  heat 
until  firm.  From  here  on  the  procedure  is 
the  same  for  fresh  or  canned  salmon. 

Drain,  reserving  broth,  discard  all  bones 
and  skin  and  flake  salmon  with  a  fork  or  your 
fingers.  Don't  mash  it  to  a  fine  pulp.  Into  a 
stewing  kettle  put  1  cup  lop  milk  and  J£  cup 
strained  salmon  broth,  add  13^2  well-packed 
cups  soft  bread  crumbs,  crusts  removed,  and 
cook  over  low  heat,  stirring  constantly,  unlil 
smooth — about  4  minutes.  Pour  this  into 
bowl  with  salmon  and  add  3  tablespoons 
minced  parsley,  3  tablespoons  catchup,  I 
teaspoonsalt,l  teaspoon  paprika,  14  teaspoon 
red  pepper,  1  tablespoon  lemon  juice  and  I 
tablespoon  MSG  (monosodium  glutamateor 
Chinese  seasoning  powder).  Add  3  egg  yolks 
beaten  until  lighl  and  slir  until  all  ingredients 
are  thoroughly  blended.  Beat  3  egg  whites  un- 
til stiff  and  fold  them  into  mixture.  Don'l 
beat  or  stir  with  a  circular  motion,  but  blend 
thoroughly.  Taslc  for  seasoning.  If  ihe  color 
is  too  pale,  add  a  few  drops  of  red  vegetable 
coloring. 

Hub  the  mold  or  molds  generously  with 

butter  Or  margarine  and  sprinkle  lighl  Ij  w  illi 
flour,  or  line  ring  mold  willi  slrips  of  cello- 
phane as  I  have  described  before.  I  ill  mold 

carefully  with  salmon  mixture  and  insert  a 

silver  knife  here  and  I  here  lo  remove  air  bub- 
bles. ( over  lop  w  i  1 1 1  aluminum  toil*  crimping 
the  edges.  If  you  don  I  have  aluminum  foil, 

fusleii  wax  paper  mrr  lop  with  a  rubber 
band  or  siring.  I'ul  mold  into  u  pan  of  hoi 
water  imrl  bake  in  a  moderate  oven.  3.r)0°  I'-., 
until  firm  lo  the  lourli  -about  10  minutes. 
Individual  mold-  -lion Id  bake  about  20  lo  25 

minutes,  Remove  aluminum  foil  or  wax  pa- 
per during  last  Ml  minuter,  of  rooking  for 
large  mold  and  ">  mltlUtCS  for  -••■<•  1 1  our-. 


Brown    the  brl 
crumbs   the   day  1 
fore — you  might  as  I 
■■■■■■■■■      have  this  job  off  I 

agenda.  Use  grcl 
bread  crumbs  or,  if  you  want  to  be  a  11 
fancy,  let  a  hunk  of  unsliced  bread  becl 
stale,  remove  crusts,  slice  paper-thin  and! 
into  tiniest  possible  squares  no  bigger  fl 
a  match  head.  Fry  the  crumbs  very  ski 
in  a  generous  amount  of  butter  or  inargsl 
until  dark  golden  brown,  and  turn  constat 
with  a  pancake  turner  because  they  del 
love  to  burn. 

The  asparagus  will  have  to  be  rooked  > 
the  last  minute,  either  by  you  or  som  I 
else.  Since  it  takes  only  12  to  IS  minut  I 
cook,  that  shouldn't  be  too  difficult  toil 
age.  Get  3  pounds  asparagus,  wash  I 
oughly,  cut  off  tough  ends  of  stalks,  an  I 
the  asparagus  stand  upright  in  a  little  I 
waler  until  you're  ready  lo  cook.  Cover  I 
boiling  waler  lo  which  a  pinch  of  soda  I 
been  added,  pour  off  most  of  the  water,  I 
salt  and  cook,  covered,  unlil  lender.  Di  I 
the  first  10  minutes  no  watching  is  neel 
but  afler  that  you'd  belter  test  oecasiorl 
with  a  fork  lo  avoid  overcooking.  Cool 
lime  for  asparagus  varies,  depending  on  I 
and  freshness.  When  barely  tender  dil 
sprinkle  with  some  melted  butler  or  maS 
rine  and  keep  hot  over  very  low  heal  cov  J 
with  an  asbestos  mat. 

To  serve,  arrange  asparagus  on  plait'  « 
on  individual  plates  and  sprinkle  witiilj 
browned  bread  crumbs. 

SOI  T  BREAD  STICKS 

Scald  2  cups  milk,  add  pound  butt) 
uiargarinr,  2  I ahle-.pi m >n-  -ugar  and  I  i 

tablespoon  salt.  When  cool,  add  I  yeas 
or  I  package  quick  dry  ycasl  dissoM 
\4  cup  lukewarm  water.  In  using  <piick 

yeas!  ii  i-  important  to  follow  exactly  I 
tions  on  package.  \dd  2  well-beaten  offl 

Stir  in  gradually    1%  rups  Hour.  Ural 
until  dough  is  smooth.  This  in  not  a  wr\ 
dough.  Work  it  into  a  ball  in  CM 
grease  side*  of  bowl,  rover  with  a  I  o  wi 
ii  i  lo  double  its  bulk  — about  2  hour*.  'If 
onto    a    well-floured    breuilbourd,   «pri  " 
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At  our  Grand  National  r'Bake-off"  at  the  Wal- 
dorf-Astoria Hotel  last  December,  I  realized 
how  strong  the  love  for  good  baked  foods  still 
is  in  this  country  of  ours. 

You  may  want  to  add  some  touch  of  your 
own  to  these  nine  grand-prize-winning  recipes 
(as  women  do,  who  bake  with  their  hearts,  as 
well  as  their  hands;.  But  I  know  that  you  will 
find  the  recipes  every  bit  as  interesting  as  I  did 


.  .  .  and  that  you'll  want  to  try  them  soon. 

These  nine  recipes  now  are  in  even.-  sack  of 
our  Pillsbury's  Best  Flour.  Each  one  was  espe- 
cially submitted  by  the  contestant  for  use  with 
Pillsbury's  Best.  Each  one  is  arranged  in  easy- 
to-follow,  step-by-step  form. 

Good  luck  and  good  baking! 


Director,  Pillsbury's  Home  Service  Center 


*50,000  WINNER 


Pillsbury's  '50,000  No-Knead 
Water-Rising  Twists 

submitted  by 
Irs.  Ralph  E.  Smafield,  Detroit,  Michigan 

BAKE  at  375;  F.  for  12  to  15  minutes. 
MAKES  2  dozen  twists, 
ombine.  .  .       cup  shortening 

3  tablespoons  sugar 
1: .  teaspoons  salt 

1  teaspoon  vanilla 
}i  cup  scalded  milk* 

dd   2  cakes  compressed  yeast,  crumbled 

(or  2  packages  dry  granular  yeast  dis- 
solved in  cup  lukewarm  water); 
mix  well. 

lend  in... li,  cups  sifted  Pillsbury's  Best  Enriched  Flour 

and  beat  until  smooth.  Cover  and  let 
rest  15  minutes. 

*dd   3  eggs,  one  at  a  time,  beating  well  after 

each  addition, 
lend  in  ...\\A  cups  sifted  Pillsbury's   Best  Enriched 
Flour  and  mix  thoroughly.  The  dough 
will  be  quite  soft, 
et  rise   in  one  of  two  ways:  (1.)  Either  set  cov- 

ered dough  in  warm  place  (80c  to  90' 
F.)  about  54  hour;  (2.)  or  tie  dough  in  a 
tea  towel,  allowing  ample  space  for 
dough  to  rise.  Then  place  in  large  mix- 
ing bowl  and  fill  with  water  (75°  to 
80=  F.).  Let  stand  until  dough  rises  to 
top  of  water,  about  30  to  45  minutes. 

|  Recipe  aho 


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Starlight  Mint  Surprise  Cookies  by  Miss  Laura 
Rott.  Naperville,  Illinois.  Wait  till  you 
taste  the  chocolate  mint  surprise  that's 
baked  right  into  these  cookies! 

ilUcipc  in  every  bag) 


Remove  from  water.  The  dough  will 
be  soft  and  moist. 

Combine...  !4  cup  chopped  nuts  la  ny  kind 
I  cup  sugar 
1  teaspoon  cinnamon 

Divide   dough  into  small  pieces  with  a  table- 

spoon. Roll  each  piece  in  sugar-nut 
mixture;  stretch  to  about  8-inch  length. 
Twist  into  desired  shapes.  Place  on 
greased  baking  sheet.  Let  stand  for  B 
minutes. 

Bake   in  moderate  oven  (375°  F..>  for  12  to 

15  minutes. 

*If  dry  yeast  is  used,  decrease  milk  to  ':,  cup. 
n  erery  bag) 


'4,000  WINNER 

Aunt  Carrie's  Bonbon  Cake  by  Mrs.  R.  \V. 
Sprague,  San  Marino.  California.  Here  is 
a  particularly  delicate  and  tender  choco- 
late cake — wonderful-looking,  too. 

(Recipe  in  every  bag) 


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qui!  Sponge  Cake  by  Mrs. 
:ella  Worlev,  Los  An- 
es,  Calif.  So  beautiful  it 
sds  no  frosting — only 
ipped  cream. 

{Recipe  in  e  rery  bag) 


Chocolate-Crusted  Pie  by  Mrs. 
Robert  Monroe,  Atlantic 
City,  N.  J.  Vanilla  filling 
with  whipped  cream  and 
bits  of  chocolate  pastry. 

(Recipe  in  every  bag) 


Crusty  Dinner  Rolls  by  Mrs. 
C.  Arthur  Reseland,  Des 
Moines,  la.  Golden  brown, 
crisp  outside  —  light  and 
tender  inside. 

(Recipe  in  every  bag) 


Sea  Foam  Nut  Squares  by 

Mrs.  Eddie  R.  Wagoner, 
Bryan.  Tex.  Delicious  as 
sea  foam  divinity,  with  a 
wonderful  "chewiness." 

Recipe  in  every  bag) 


Deaurille  Dumplings  by  Mrs. 
Joseph  F.  Maley.Osborn.O. 
Currants  and  a  seasoning 
trick  make  them  perfect 
with  chicken  or  meat  stew. 

I  Recipe  in  every  bag) 


Mount  Vernon  Dessert  bv 

Mrs.  Harry  W.  O'DonnelL 
Crandon,  Wis.  Sauce  and 
whipped  cream  go  with 
this  cherry  dessert. 

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with  flour  and  pal  to  thickness  of  a  little 
more  than  inch,  in  patting,  have  in  mind 
the  shape  and  size  of  your  pans.  Grease  pans 
well.  Cut  dough  into  approximately  the  shape 
of  pans,  put  it  in  and  press  it  so  that  it  eovers 
the  bottom  entirely.  It  will  he  very  soft  and 
inclined  to  pull  out  of  shape  as  you  make  the 
transfer  from  hoard  to  pan,  but  don't  let  this 
worry  you.  This  will  be  enough  to  fill  two 
9-inch  pans.  Let  rise  again  for  about  l  hours 
and  bake  in  a  hot — 400°  F. — oven  about  30 
minutes.  It  will  be  done  when  it  is  delicately 
brown  on  top  and  leaves  sides  of  pans. 

Bake  the  day  before,  wrap  in  heavy  paper 
and  reheat  in  paper  before  serving.  If  you 
have  a  freezer  you  can  bake  far  ahead  of  time 
and  store  the  bread  there.  When  it's  reheated 
it  will  taste  as  if  it  had  been  baked  that  day. 

To  serve,  cut  through 
middle  of  slab,  then  ■■■■■Hi 
each  half  into  strips  about 
an  inch  wide  and  butter 
the  cut  sides. 


and  if  it  seems  too  dry  add  a  little  top 
( lut  8  squares  of  cheesecloth,  wring  the  m 
of  cold  water  and  line  the  interior  ollc|, 
basket.  Kill  with  cheese  mixture,  print 
gently,  and  fold  edges  of  checseclothvn 
tops.  I'ut  in  refrigerator  to  drain  over  jii 
Quite  a  bit  of  moisture  will  he  drawn  <>m(j 
the  cheese  will  be  molded  and  smooth l,, 
baskets  can  be  put  directly  on  a  plait  be. 
cause  they  have  false  bottoms  and  the< 
will  not  rest  on  the  surface  of  the  pl[(, 
Place  colander  or  strainer  on  a  cooli!  ot 
cooking  rack  on  a  platter  to  drain. 

To  serve,  turn  cheese  hearts  onto  d^- 
plates  and  remove  cheesecloth.  Or  senth, 
larger  mold  on  a  serving  platter.  Pour  aid 
heavy  cream  over  them,  or  serve  creaiuii 
small  pitcher.  Put  a  heap  of  unsteuei 
strawberries  and  some  confectioners'  n 
on  the  same  plateani  ivi 
■HHBHBM     some  Melba  toast  out! 
table. 


This  recipe  will  make 
more  bread  than  you  will 
need  for  your  party,  but 
you  won't  have  to  use  all 
the  dough  at  one  time  if 
you  don't  want  to.  After  the  first  rising,  you 
can  put  any  surplus  dough  into  a  greased  bowl, 
cover  very  tightly  and  store  in  freezer  as  long 
as  you  like,  or  in  refrigerator  several  days  to 
a  week.  When  you're  ready  to  use  it,  arrange 
in  rolls  or  a  loaf,  let  rise  again  and  bake. 

VEGETABLE-STUFFED  CELEBY 

Chop  very  finely  l  cup  raw  carrots,  cup 
green  pepper  and  cup  onion.  Soak  l  en- 
velope unflavored  gelatin  in  }/£  cup  cold  wa- 
ter, add  %  cup  boiling  water  and  stir  until 
gelatin  is  dissolved.  Add  x/i  CUP  vinegar,  2 
tablespoons  sugar  and  l  ]/2  teaspoons  salt. 
When  cold,  add  vegetables  and  chill  until 
quite  thick  but  not  entirely  set.  Fill  celery  as 
high  as  you  can,  which  will  be  quite  high,  and 
store  in  refrigerator. 

COEUB  A  LA  CBEME 

If  you  don't  have  the  3-inch  coeur  a  la  creme 
baskets  (they  can  be  had  at  stores  that 
carry  French  earthenware  and  supplies),  you 
mav  make  the  creme  in  one  large  mold,  using 
a  colander  or  strainer  lined  with  a  double 
thickness  of  damp  cheesecloth.  Let  6  ounces 
cream  cheese  stand  at  room  temperature  un- 
til softened  and  add  it  to  20  ounces  creamy- 
cottage  cheese  and  press  through  a  fine  sieve. 
The  cottage  cheese  should  be  quite  moist, 


^  Henry  Thoreau  made,  last 
W  night,  the  fine  remark 
that,  as  long  as  a  man  stands 
in  his  own  way,  everything 
seems  to  be  in  his  way. 

—EMERSON. 


This  dessert  will  ol 
lovely  without  any  is 
ing  up,  but  if  you  w;« 
give  your  ingenuity  a  rk 
out  in  arranging  the  i  :a 
■■■■I  go  to  it.  For  instanc  h 
coeur  a  la  creme  ba  ft 
which  are  very  inexpensive,  come  in  a  id 
size  too.  and  they  look  very  pretty  linei  ■ 
paper  doilies  and  filled  with  the  b  I 
Small  individual  bread  baskets,  eithei  ia 
with  paper  doilies  or  not,  would  ma  at 
tractive  containers  for  the  berries— an  I 
could  serve  the  sugar  in  small  frilly  oe 
cups.  Whatever  the  arrangement,  the  I 
will  be  the  same — and  that's  a  delicious 

Svrpiff.  This  luncheon  could  be  a| 
service  affair  and  the  buffet  would  be 
tiful.  A  lovely  arrangement  of  spring  flo 
the  garnished  ring  of  pink  salmon  wiij 
center  of  egg-and-caper  sauce,  the  plat  I 
green  asparagus,  the  delicate  colors 
stuffed  celery  would  be  charming,  and  tHj 
much  to  be  said  for  this  form  of  service! 
simple  and  quick.  Each  guest  could  fi  ie 
plate  and  take  it  to  a  table  where  she  <| 
eat  in  comfort.  But  many  people  feel 
easier  to  serve  the  plates  in  the  kitcheil 
bring  them  to  the  tables,  and  with  thisil 
that  would  be  quite  feasible.  In  this  casl 
mousse  would  be  in  individual  molds  anl 
asparagus  and  stuffed  celery  could  ocj 
the  same  plate.  The  bread  could  be  t§ 
too,  if  you  like.  But  whichever  form  ofl 
ice  you  use,  I  think  the  dessert  plates  si] 
be  brought  in  already  filled.  As  to  empl 
them,  you  can  confidently  leave  that  tel 
guests. 


ARRIVAL  IN  JUNE 

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for  many  years  so  many  of  you  have  been 
asking  me  to  do  something  about  a  certain 
event  that  occurs  from  time  to  time  in  the 
lives  of  most  of  us.  There  may  be  such  a 
thing  on  the  minds  of  some  of  you,  right 
now.  You  have  a  friend  and  I  have  a  friend 
and  Jessie  and  Mabel  know  girls  who  are 
going  to  have  a  new  boarder  in  the  house 
soon.  With  this  thought  uppermost,  we  have 
at  last  got  around  to  doing  something  to  help 
you  plan  the  party,  for  a  party  is  in  order. 
There.  Now  the  secret's  out,  and  the  new 
arrivals  will  find  out  about  parties,  too,  as 
soon  as  they  get  their  bearings  and  get  on  to 
what  it's  all  about.  It  doesn't  take  them  long. 
Observation  teaches  me  that  they  get  on  to 
things  pronto.  I  guess  most  mothers  will 
agree  with  me. 

So  what  x<k'i  on!  Well,  my  dears,  what  had 
better  go  on,  for  one  thing,  is  this  party. 
I  lave  it  a  shower  with  a  tea  or  a  luncheon  or 
whatever,  but  have  a  parly.  I've  picked  a 
luncheon,  and  take  it  from  me  it's  a  g<x>d 
party  and  the  mom-to-be  will  love  it,  and  if  a 
shower  goes  with  it  so  much  the  better  I  But 
this  is  no  party  for  the  so  t  ailed  expectant 
father.  He's  out.  lie's  as  out  as  a  nx>kie  ball- 
player running  the  wrong  way.  So  you  can 
tell  him  that.  In  case  he  doesn't  get  the  idea. 


Keep  it  in  keeping.  Everything  shot 
light  and  bright  and  as  dainty  as  a 
doll  with  a  rosebud  mouth.  You  know  I 
little  china  dolls  they  used  to  have,  the! 
even  doll-hating  tomboys  like  myself  I 
to  love  to  get  at  Christmas.  My,  they  I 
cute.  I  haven't  seen  one,  lo,  these  il 
years.  Have  you? 

Well,  pink  and  blue  and  small  thing! 
best  for  flowers  and  cakes  and  decoratl 
After  all,  the  expected  new  boarder  worl 
very  grown  up  for  quite  a  while,  antl 
party  is  sort  of  in  his — or  her — honorl 
isn't  it?  And  now  let's  look  into  the  il 
and  see  how  true  we've  been  to  the  s<l 
and  the  occasion,  and  how  charming  t<| 
and  taste  it  all  is. 


First  come— first  serml .  But  of  course.  I 
comes  first  and  it's  served  first  and  fori 
I  have  sorted  myself  out  so  I'm  not  pul 
the  soup  in  the  middle,  and  trying  from! 
on  to  get  back  to  getting  the  horse  beforl 
cart.  So  it's  soup,  right  where  it  bell 
And  this  is  it— and  here  you  are. 

AVOCADO  SOI  i' 

Suute  ]/2  eup  of  finely  chopped  onion!  t'l 
<  up  of  very  thinly  sliced  ecler)  in  1  1 

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The  World's  First  and  Only  Fully  Automatic 

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REFRIGERATOR 


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iat  Automatically  Defrosts  Itself. . . 
wtomatically  Disposes  of  Defrost 
t^ater . . .  Does  It  So  Fast  Even 
Ice  Cream  Stays  Hard 

is  it!  The  greatest  refrigerator  development  in 

t  20  years.  Now,  for  the  first  time,  you  can  truly 

■  all  about  defrosting.  With  the  revolutionary  new 
Ighouse  "Frost-Free"  Refrigerator  you  can  wipe 
Ird  .  .  .  and  the  work  .  .  .  right  out  of  your  mind. 

I  k  what  that  means.  No  more  frost  to  scrape 
jb  more  water  to  carry  and  empty,  and  no  more 
nl  to  mop  when  it  spills  .*". no  more  melting  and 
I  ing  of  ice  cream  and  frozen  foods,  they  never 

■  hance  to  thaw  ...  no  more  food  to  remove  and 
jp  again  ...  no  dials  to  set  or  clocks  to  turn. 
Itct,  with  this  great  "Frost-Free"  Refrigerator,  all 
|ive  to  do  is  put  it  in  your  kitchen  .  .  .  and  use  it! 

new,  fully  automatic  "Frost-Free"  Refrigerator 
plicity  itself  in  operation.  You  see,  every  time 
Refrigerator  door  is  opened,  warm,  moist  air 
in.  This  warm,  moist  air  is  what  causes  frost, 
the  door  has  been  opened  60  times,  the  first  thin 
of  frost  starts  to  form.  So,  the  "Frost-Free" 
1  automatically  counts  the  door  openings.  After 
)th  door  opening,  it  swiftly  and  automatically 
i  out  every  trace  of  frost.  Does  it  so  fast  .  .  .  that 
|mperature  of  your  foods  changes  practically  not 
i.  Since  the  Freeze  Chest  normally  operates  at 
lyour  frozen  foods,  ice  cubes,  and  even  your  ice 
I,  stay  brick  hard  always. 


The  Amazing  Story  of  Two 
Identical  Bricks  of  Ice  Cream 

Ice  cream  on  right  went  through  a  defrosting 
cycle  in  the  new  "Frost-Free"  Westinghouse. 
It  came  out  as  you  .see  it  here  .  .  .  still  hard, 
the  two  flavors  still  separate  and  rich. 
The  ice  cream  on  the  left  went  through  ordi- 
nary "automatic''  defrosting  in  a  refrigerator 
equipped  with  a  defroster.  The  camera  tells 
what  happened.  The  ice  cream  had  melted, 
flavors  ran  together.  The  ice  cream  lost  its 
shape,  flavor,  richness  and  appetite  appeal. 


What  happens  to  the  frost  water?  There's  very  little 
of  it,  and  that  little  is  automatically  evaporated  .  .  . 
quickly.  As  far  as  you're  concerned,  the  defrost  water 
does  not  exist. 

This  "Frost-Free"  Refrigerator  works  less  .  . .  and  so 
does  your  budget!  Since  frost  never  really  forms  in 
this  amazing  new  Refrigerator,  there's  no  accum- 
ulated frost -resistance  to  combat.  As  a  result,  the 
Westinghouse  Economizer  Mechanism  operates  at 
peak  efficiency  .  .  .  and  costs  less  to  run. 


Fully  automatic  defrosting  is  only  part  of  the 
story.  You  get  all  these  marvelous  features,  too,  in  the 
great  new  "Frost-Free"  Refrigerator: 

•  An  Automatic  Butter  Keeper  that  keeps  a 
half  pound  of  butter  just  right  for  spreading. 

•  A  Meat  Keeper  that  automatically  keeps 
meat  at  just  the  right  temperature  .  .  .  and 
keeps  it  that  way  for  days  if  you  don't  want 
to  freeze  it  in  the  Freeze  Chest. 

•  Two  Humidrawers  that  automatically  main- 
tain the  right  temperature  and  humidity  to 
keep  fruits  and  vegetables  fresh  and  crisp. 

•  It  even  has  an  automatic  door  closer,  in 
case  you  forget  to  close  it  yourself. 

•  And  a  Sterilamp"  germicidal  light  guards 
against  transfer  of  food  odors,  protects 
health  and  insures  cleanliness. 

In  every  way,  this  new  "Frost-Free"  Westinghouse  is 
today's  last  word  in  modern  refrigeration. 

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quicker  ...  to  keep  frozen  foods  safely  frozen.  At  the 
same  time,  you  get  safe,  steady  cold  in  the  Main  Food 
Compartment,  even  with  zero  cold  in  the  Freeze  Chest 
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lultk  a  loui-cost  roast 


pot  roasted  u/ttfi 


POT  ROAST— Hunf  Sfy/e 


You'll  thank  your  lucky  stars  for  the  way 
Hunt's  Tomato  Sauce  makes  low-cost  cuts 
of  meat  extra  delicious  ! 

It's  Hunt's  Kettle-simmered  flavor  that 
does  the  trick.  All-tomato  goodness— no 
starchy  fillers !  Costs  just  a  few  cents  a  can  ! 

Choose  the  best  buy  in  beef,  according 
to  your  budget. 

Get :        4  to  S  lbs.  round,  rump,  chuck, 
or  heel  of  round 

Use  a  deep,  heavy  pan.  Brown  meat  on  all 
sides  in: 

Vm  cup  drippings  or  shortening 

Add:      2  medium  onions,  sliced 

2  cansHunt's  Tomato  Sauce 

2  cups  water     J  hp.  salt     6  cloves 

V*  Hp.  pepper      V*  Hp.  ginger 

Cov»t  lightly.  Simmer  over  low  heat  3  to  3'/4 


The  Kettle-Simmered 
cooking  sauce 

hours  or  till  tender.  The  liquid  will  be  rich 
and  savory,  thanks  to  Hunt's  Tomato  Sauce. 
Add:      6  to  8  potatoes,  pared  and  halved 
6  to  8  carrots,  halved      1  Hp.  salt 

Cook  30  minutes  longer  till  tender.  Then  — 
Get  ready  for  joy!  Your  delicious  roast 
will  serve  6  to  8  hungry  people.  And  you'll 
decide  lo  always  keep  Hunt's  Tomato  Sauce 
on  hand  — for  stews,  meat  loaf,  casseroles, 
^paghelti,  leftovers. 

Get  Hunt's  right  away.  Your  grocer  sells 

il  for  a  few  rents  a  can! 


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Hunt  Foodi,  Inc.,  lot  Angel»«,  Calif. 


for  breakfast  or  defer!  . 
HUNTS 
HEAVENLY  PEACHES 


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spoons  of  butter  or  margarine  until  trans- 
parent but  nol  brown.  Add  21  ■>  cups  water 
and  I  teaspoonful  sail.  Simmer  5  minutes. 
Add  2  cans  condensed  cream  of  chicken  soup. 
Blend  well  and  heat  lo  boiling.  Takeoff  the 
heal  and  add  slow  ly  2  cups  of  sieved  or  riced 
avocado.  (To  prepare  avocado,  cut  2  medi- 
um-sized ripe  avocados  in  half  lengthwise  and 
remove  the  seed  and  skin.  Force  through  a 
sieve  or  ricer  and  measure  out  2  cups.  Be 
sure  there  are  no  brown  spots  to  begin  with.) 
Heat  and  serve  at  once,  garnished  with  a 
thin  slice  of  avocado  or  lemon.  Serves  8.  This 
soup  may  be  chilled  and  served  cold,  if  it's 
cold  you  want.  Fine  either  way.  Cheese 
crackers  go  right  well  with  it.  Hot  ones  are 
best. 

Second  number  noted.  Now  to  the  main 

course,  and  you  can  see  it  is  like  the  early 
aspen  leaves  or  the  willows  by  the  brook 
where  the  wild  flowers  hide.  Green — the  color 
of  spring,  the  color  of  hope  and  happiness. 
And  now  for  the  receipt. 

GREEN  RICE  RING 

Cook  2}^2  cups  of  rice  in  boiling  salted  water 
until  tender.  Drain  and  rinse  once  with  boil- 
ing water.  Saute  ]/i  cup  of  scallions,  chopped, 
in  cup  of  butter  or  margarine  until  wilted. 
Add  to  the  hot,  cooked  rice  with  2  cups  of 
parsley,  chopped,  4  teaspoons  of  salt,  and  )/i 
teaspoon  of  pepper.  Grease  thoroughly  a 
2 -quart  ring  mold,  and  pack  the  rice  mixture 
in  the  mold.  Place  the  ring  in  a  pan  of  hot 
water  and  bake  20—30  minutes  in  a  moderate 
oven,  350  F.,  to  heat  it  through.  Run  a 
spatula  around  the  mold  and  carefully  invert 
it  on  a  heated  platter.  Fill  with  creamed 
shrimps.  Serves  8. 

Second  part  of  the  same.  This  isoneof  those 
two-way  receipts.  Make  one,  then  the  other, 
and  put  them  together,  and  the  ensemble 
comes  to  life.  So  this  is  Part  2  and  it's  as  well 
to  make  it  first  if  you  choose  and  keep  it  hot 
in  the  double  boiler.  And  one  thing  I  want  to 
say.  That  is  don't  let  your  sauce  get  too 
thick.  You  know  how  I  hate  paste.  All  right 
on  wallpaper,  no  good  on  the  table.  Have 
it  like  heavy  cream.  That's  as  much  as  I 
need  to  say,  isn't  it? 

CREAMED  SHRIMPS 

Cook  4  pounds  of  raw  shrimps  in  water 
enough  to  cover,  adding  celery  tops,  parsley, 
J-4  lemon,  sliced,  salt  and  pepper.  Simmer  un- 
til tender.  Strain  the  liquor — saving  1  cup 
for  the  sauce.  Shell  and  clean  the  shrimps 
when  cool.  For  the  sauce,  melt  6  tablespoons 
of  butler  or  margarine.  Mix  in  6  tablespoons 
of  flour  until  smooth.  Add  2  cups  of  milk 
gradually,  stirring  over  low  heat.  As  it  be- 
gins to  thicken,  add  the  cup  of  shrimp  liquor 
and  2  cups  of  light  cream.  Cook,  stirring 
constantly  until  thickened.  Add  the  shelled 
shrimps,  1  J  2  teaspoons  of  salt,  ">"><  teaspoon 
of  pepper,  and  a  few  dashes  of  Tabasco  sauce. 
Serve  in  the  green  rice  ring.  And  don't  throw 
up  your  hands  and  call  the  police  if  there 
aren't  any  fresh  shrimps  scooting  around  in 
your  neighborhood.  There  are  frozen  and 
canned  ones  (belter  use  less  sail)  everywhere. 
So  what's  the  matter  with  them?  Easy 
does  it. 

Inother  bit  of  spring.  You  won't  be  going 
out  to  pick  a  nice  big  basket  of  green  peas 
right  now,  but  it  won't  be  long  before  you 
who  have  gardens  will  be  doing  that  very 
thing.  That's  one  of  the  things  for  which  I 
envy  folks  who  have  vegetable  gardens.  How 
wonderful  they  are,  those  sweet  and  tender 
little  first  peas,  and  how  eagerly  they're 
awaited  when  June  and  July  come  along  to 
promise  and  then  fulfill  that  promise. 

Hut  there  are  frozen  ones,  with  the  sweet- 
ness and  flavor  sealed  in  only  waiting  for  the 
word,  the  way  and  the  suiK-rb  result.  Canned 
|m;is,  Ion,  of  course,  but  you  know  these 
things.  So  to  our  bit  of  spring    Spring  Salad. 

si'kim.  SALAD  PLATTEH 

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DAD'S  A 
HAMPION 


\ewood,  N.  J. — Biggest  booster  for 
i  my  Henrich,  famous  N.  Y.  Yankee 
i  is  4-year-old  Tom  Jr.  Father  and 
t  ;reat  pals.  And  both  get  fast  start  at 
scfast — with  Wheaties!  Big  Leaguer 
iich  has  enjoyed  these  nourishing 
j  3  for  10  years. 

Mom  is  too! 


«  er  nurse,  Mrs.  Henrich  is  a  "cham- 
o  "too — in  eyes  of  her  3  children.  She 
v\  keeping  family  happy  and  healthy. 
Grille:  Lots  of  Wheaties  I  Husband 
Jiiny  likes  this  famous  training  dish 
o,  with  milk  and  pineapple. 


JPercy  isn't  afraid  of  bullies 
>ny  more,  since  he  started 
ringing  his  lunch  to  school. ' ' 

w-because  of  improved  WHEATIES 
jcking— these  100%  whole  wheat  flakes 
Wto  you  fresher,  crisper—more  deli- 
Mthan  ever!  Had  your  Wheaties  today? 
(■ties— "Breakfast  of  Champions"! 


"Wheaties"  and  "Break- 
fast of  Champions"  are 
registered  trade  marks  of 
General  Mills. 


dressing.  Chill.  Slice  2  bunches  of  radishes 
and  2  good-sized  peeled  cucumbers.  At  serv- 
ing time,  stir  2  tablespoons  of  chopped  mint 
into  the  peas  and  arrange  on  lettuce  or  other 
greens.  Toss  the  radishes  and  the  cucumber 
slices  separately  in  French  dressing  and  ar- 
range to  look  like  a  spring  salad  on  your  plat- 
ter. Garnish  with  scallions.  Serves  8. 

The  compleat  party.  You've  heard  of  and 
maybe  read  Izaak  Walton's  Compleat  An- 
gler. Have  you?  It's  pretty  fascinating  if  rod 
and  tackle  intrigue  you.  And  probably  pretty 
dumb  stuff  if  fish  in  a  can  is  more  to  your 
taste.  But  the  compleat  party  is  another 
thing.  And  to  compleat  it  there  has  to  be  one 
of  the  most  important  things  "appertaining 
thereto,"  as  the  lawyers  say.  (They  do  think 
up  the  most  cumbersome  words,  but  sort  of 
cute,  at  that.)  Anyway,  you  have  here  a  pale 
green  like  the  green  of  the  first  apple  buds, 
and  it's  as  fresh  and  cool  as  the  brook  that 
flows  through  the  garden.  It  is  a  sherbet 
made  with  fresh  limes  and  topped  with  a 
strawberry  whip. 

LIME  SHERBET 

Beat  4  eggs  until  light  and  thick,  adding 
gradually  1  cup  of  sugar  while  beating.  Then 
add  1  cup  of  light  corn  sirup,  2  cups  of  light 
cream,  2  cups  of  milk  and  %  cup  of  fresh 
lime  juice.  Add  2  teaspoons  of  grated  lime 
rind.  Tint  a  very  delicate  green  with  vege- 
table coloring.  Pour  into  3  freezing  trays. 
Set  indicator  to  coldest  position.  When  al- 
most frozen,  scrape  into  chilled  bowl.  Beat 
quickly  with  hand  or  electric  beater  and  re- 
turn to  2  refrigerator  trays  this  time  and 


^  With  most  men  life  is  like  back- 
^  gammon — half  skill  and  half 
luck.  — OLIVER  WENDELL  HOLMES. 


refreeze  until  firm.  Set  the  indicator  to  posi- 
tion which  will  keep  sherbet  frozen  until 
serving  time.  Makes  2  quarts.  If  too  much, 
halve  the  receipt.  That's  no  problem. 

STRAWBERRY  WHIP 

Add  a  pinch  of  salt  to  1  egg  white  and  beat 
until  stiff  but  not  dry.  Gradually  add  3  table- 
spoons of  sugar,  a  tablespoon  at  a  time,  beat- 
ing after  each  addition.  Fold  in  3^  cup  of 
chopped  strawberries.  Place  a  spoonful  on 
top  of  each  serving  of  lime  sherbet.  Serves  8. 

Inspiration — inspiration.  It  took  some 
dreaming  to  dream  up  the  central  theme  for 
this  party,  and  I  hope  you  like  it.  It's  collab- 
oration that  did  it.  Getting  together  and  hav- 
ing fun,  and  that  means  that  other  folks  have 
fun  too.  So  here's  our  cake  stand  all  dressed 
up  like  a  baby's  bassinet  and  filled  with  de- 
lectable little  cakes,  as  beautiful  as  flowers, 
only  better  to  eat. 

PASTEL  CAKES 

To  save  time  and  patience  and  a  lot  of  heat- 
ing use  one  of  the  good  white-cake  mixes. 
Follow  the  directions  on  the  package.  Bake 
in  greased  small  cupcake  pans—  the  open- 
ings for  our  pans  measure  1  Yi  inches  in  diam- 
eter and  are  %  '"eh  deep,  so  you  see  they  are 
tiny.  One  package  makes  2  dozen  this  size. 
Bake  in  a  moderately  hot  oven,  375°  F.,  15 
minutes.  Turn  out  and  cool  on  racks.  Frost 
with  your  best  boiled  or  7-minute  icing,  then 
decorate  the  tops  with  paslry  tube.  Use  orna- 
mental or  a  butter  frosting  for  this  business. 
Color  parts  of  frosting  are  palest  pink  for 
rosebuds,  pale  blue  for  forget-me-nots  and 
pale  green  for  leaves. 

Our  separate  ways.  Now  we  shall  go  our  sep- 
arate ways.  You  to  start  planning,  I  hope, 
for  the  party  you'll  be  inspired  to  have  for 
that  girl  who  is  looking  for  a  June  arrival— a 
newcomer  who  will  take  over,  lock,  stock  and 
barrel.  That's  the  way  they  are. 

And  I  will  go  a  different  way  to  a  quite 
different  rendezvous— a  narrow  rock-bedev- 
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OX  A  MAY  MORNING 

(Continued  from  Page  60) 

could  you  be  anything  else  but  Sally?  Cer- 
tainly you're  not  a  Jane.  And  even  more 
certainly  not  Deborah  nor  Georgiana  nor 
Grace.  You  must  be  Sally."  He  pulled  her 
to  her  feet.  She  had.  suddenly,  no  will  to 
protest.  They  strolled  along  under  the  lacy 
trees. 

At  length  Sally  broke  their  silence.  "You 
look  like  a  leprechaun." 

"I'm  not,  actually,"  Tim  replied.  "To  be 
technical,  I'm  more  or  less  a  leprechaun's 
superior  officer.  I  combine  the  better  traits  of 
Puck  and  Pan  with  a  dash  of  Cupid  for  good 
measure,  and  your  pleasure,,  madame."  He 
bowed  low,  sweeping  an  imaginary  hat  before 
him  in  the  dust. 

"Silly!"  Sally  giggled.  "You've  been 
reading  too  much.  What  do  you  do  when  it 
isn't  a.  Saturday  morning  in  May?" 

"  It's  always  a  May  morning  for  me,"  Tim 
answered  solemnly.  He  flicked  his  hand  at  a 
bush  in  an  absent-minded  way  and  its  tight- 
curled  buds  burst  into  giddy  pink  blossoms. 

Sally  jumped.  "Did  you  do  that?" 

"It's  easy,"  Tim  said.  He  poked  his  foot 
at  some  stems  and  they  became  a  cluster  of 
purple  crocuses. 

"Could  I  do  it?"  Sally  asked. 

"If  I  let  you."  replied  Tim.  "Here,  try 
that."  He  indicated  a  clump  of  flat  leaves  in 
the  grass. 

"What  do  I  do?"  she  inquired. 

"Just  think  about  it,  hard,  for  a  minute," 
he  told  her. 

Sally  thought,  and  among  the  leaves  ap- 
peared a  dandelion,  saucy  and  gold.  "Gosh ! " 
she  breathed,  and  produced  another  a  few 
feet  away. 

"That's  enough,  now,"  Tim  told  her. 
"Dandelions  are  beginner's  stuff,  really. 
Everyone  practices  on  them;  that's  why 
there  are  so  many.  It's  a  little  early  for  them, 
though." 

"Piffle,"  said  Sally.  She  concentrated  on  a 
third  clump,  but  produced  nothing.  "You're 
a  hog,  Tim,"  she  said  crossly.  "You  want  the 
fun  of  doing  them  all  yourself." 

"That,  to  be  sure,  is  my  privilege."  The 
twinkle  in  his  eye  was  a  composite  of  all 
joyous  things  and  made  him  look  more  like  a 
leprechaun  than  ever.  He  took  Sally's  hand 
again  and  she  tingled.  While  her  intelligence 
insisted  that  she  was  bewitched,  her  heart 
argued  that  Tim's  brown  paw  was  as  warm 
and  solid  as  her  own  slim  one. 

They  walked  on  slowly,  without  speaking. 
From  Tim's  artesian  pockets  came  striped 
candy  for  children  on  roller  skates,  nuts  for 
the  squirrels  which  came  and~  brushed  their 
furry  tails  across  his  trouser  legs,  and  crumbs 
for  the  birds  that  sailed  past  his  pointy  ears 
without  fear.  Sally  smiled  and  glowed  and 
gave  little  skips. 

Around  a  curve  in  the  path  they  came 
upon  a  statue  of  a  man  riding  a  horse.  The 
sun  gleamed  sharply  on  the  clean,  white 
stone,  and  Sally  cried  out,  "It  looks  as 
though  it's  made  of  sugar!" 

Tim  walked  over,  broke  off  a  corner  of  the 
pedestal  and  nibbled  at  it.  "It  is  sugar,"  he 
told  her.  "Try  some."  He  crumbled  a  bit  of 
the  horse's  right  hoof  and  handed  it  over. 

She  tasted  it  gingerly  at  first,  then  ate  it 
all.  Unquestionably,  it  was  sugar.  "Is  it 
always?"  she  asked. 

"When  you  have  the  sense  to  realize  it," 
Tim  said. 

"Are  you  the  one  who  wrote  that  foolish 
bit  of  poetry  about  all  the  trees  being  bread 
and  cheese?"  she  wanted  to  know. 

Tim's  happy  laughter  rang  out.  "That 
kind  of  |x>etry  is  sheer  idiocy  composed  by 
amateurs,"  he  explained.  "Nursery  rhymes! 
One  must,  after  all.  be  practical."  His  voice 
was  almost  stern. 

"Urn-m-m,"  said  Sally.  He  turned  sud- 
denly and  his  gaze  swept  her  from  head  to 
toe.  She  blushed. 

"Something,"  he  said,  "is  missing.  Come 
on." 

Uunning.  he  pulled  her  after  him.  off  the 
path  and  over  the  crest  of  a  little  hill.  Sally 
stopped  short  and  gasix-d. 


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"It's  a  hat  tree  that  I  invented."  Tim 
said  modestly.  "A  girl,  particularly  a  girl  as 
pretty  as  you,  needs  a  hat  in  the  spring. 
You'd  better  pick  the  one  you  like." 

Incredulously,  Sally  stepped  closer  to  the 
shrub.  At  the  ends  of  its  low,  spreading 
branches,  hanging  rainbow-colored  like  crazy 
fruit,  were  perhaps  a  hundred  spring  hats. 
There  were  big  ones  and  small  ones.  They 
were  made  of  straw  and  felt  and  flowers. 
There  were  shiny  yards  of  ribbon  and  fragile 
heaps  of  lace. 

"Come  on."  Tim  sounded  impatient. 
"Don't  let  them  wilt." 

"How  can  I  possibly  choose?"  Sally  won- 
dered, and  then,  on  the  topmost  twig,  she 
saw  it.  Her  Hat.  Tenderly,  she  lifted  it  down. 
It  must  have  been  exactly  ripe,  it  came  off 
so  easily.  Wide  it  was  and  delicate,  the  palest 
pink  imaginable,  crowned  with  yards  of 
circling  net  in  which  nested  a  single,  lovely 
rose.  She  set  it  on  her  golden  head,  saying, 
"Just  like  a  strawberry  sundae  with  whipped 
cream,"  and  turned  to  Tim.  "Do  you  like?" 
she  asked. 

He  stood  stock  still  and  stared,  his  eyes 
misting.  "Yes,"  he  said.  "Yes.  I  like.  Oh, 
Sally  " 

A  little  frightened,  she  watched  him  come 
toward  her,  and  all  at  once  she  was  in  his 
arms  and  he  -was  kissing  her.  Never  had 
there  been  such  a  kiss.  She  closed  her  eyes 
as  the  bright  world  swam  before  her.  From 

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By  linn  4>.  Huffman 

Spring  begins  wherever  spring's 

enchantment 
First  dissolves  old  rigid  barricades. 
Not  air  nor  earth  nor  pond's  her 

first  encampment; 
One  place  she  still  more  readily 

invades — 
The  hearts  of  men  and  women 

prove 

Spring's  all  but  human, 
And  knows  where  best  to  plant 
fresh  hope,  new  life,  and  love. 

★  **★★★★★★ 

somewhere  music  sounded  —  Brahms,  she 
thought  irrelevantly— and,  helpless,  she  be- 
gan to  spin. 

Faster  and  faster  she  whirled  with  the 
warm  sun  on  her  eyelids  and  stars  bursting 
all  over  her  universe.  The  glorious  hat 
slipped  from  its  moorings.  One  of  its  pins 
jabbed  her.  hard,  at  the  base  of  her  skull.  She 
jerked  upright. 

She  was  sitting  on  a  park  bench.  Across 
the  path,  on  an  identical  bench,  sat  a  young 
man.  He  was  a  tan  young  man,  with  a 
wide,  curly  mouth  and  dark  eyes  that  tilted 
a  little  upward  at  the  outer  corners.  The 
collar  of  his  corduroy  jacket  was  turned 
up  and  his  hands  were  in  his  pockets. 
His  grin  lent  a  curiously  elfin  quality  to  his 
features. 

"I  expected  you'd  wake  up  when  your 
head  fell  back  on  that  spike,"  he  remarked. 
"Your  neck'll  be  stiff  too.  You  don't  sleep 
very  comfortably,  I  must  say.  Try  stretch- 
ing. We  don't  do  nearly  enough  of  it.  Have 
you  ever  noticed  how  animals  stretch?  They 
enjoy  it  and  it's  good  for  them."  It  all  came 
out  in  a  rush,  as  though  he'd  been  waiting  a 
long  time  for  her  nap  to  end. 

Frantically,  Sally  avoided  his  eyes.  She 
was  afraid  of  what  would  happen  next.  It 
did. 

"Look,"  he  said  from  the  other  bench. 
"I  don't  believe  in  pickups  either.  But 
all  the  world  goes  a  little  crazy  in  May 
and  surely,  under  such  circumstances,  a  well- 
bred  young  lady  can  allow  herself  the  priv- 
ilege of  park-bench  conversation  with  an 
equally  well-bred  young  man."  He  crossed 
over  to  her  side  of  the  path,  proffering  a 
cordial  hand.  "My  name's  Tim."  he  said. 

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CLEANSER  D.  .    .    .  42 .5 %  \ 


SEVEN  TIMES  MORE 
GREASE-REMOVING  ACTION 

Your  sink  and  tub... even  your  greasiest 
roasters  and  broilers  come  shining 
clean  faster  than  ever  before!  Amazing 
new  grease -dissolver  in  Old  Dutch  cuts 
stubborn  grease  on  contact! 

ELEVEN  TIMES 
BUSIER  SUDSING  ACTION 

See  your  pots,  pans  and  porcelain  gleam 
...  as  rich,  thick  Old  Dutch  suds,  filled 
with  Activated  Seismotite,  absorb  sticky 
grease,  dirt  and  stains . . .  float  them  all  away. 


No  other  cleanser 
givet  you  this 
cleaning  action  — 
becaute  no  other 
cleanser  it  made 
with 

ACTIVATED 
SEISMOTITE 


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DIWER  PARTNERS 


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Nothing  is  more  enjoyable  than  a  good  dinner.  But  a  good  din 
that  doesn't  cost  very  much  is  a  feather  in  your  cap— mone)  in 
pocketbook.  You  can't  create  new  cuts  of  meat.  \ou  can't  use  exp 
sive  food  accessories  to  make  your  dinners  different:  hut  you  can  I 
your  head  and  hands  to  transform  everyday  economical  foods  B 
some  mighty  good  dishes.  Here  are  three  dinner  combinations  of  nil 
dishes  and  desserts.  Two  are  made  in  the  oven  so  that  you  can 
it  for  both  filler-upper  and  topper-offer.  Add  a  crisp  green  or  Vf 
table  salad,  rolls  or  bread  and  your  favorite  beverage  and  you've 
three  more  good  economical  dinners  for  your  list. 


Cheese- Vegetable  Pie 

< Seri  es  6.  Approximate  cost — TSt.) 

Peel  and  cook  2  dozen  small  white 
onions  in  a  small  amount  of  boiling 
salted  water  until  tender.  Drain. 
Arrange  in  bottom  of  shallow, 
round  8-inch  baking  dish.  Add  1 
cup  cooked  peas  and  6-8  scraped 
and  cooked  young  whole  carrots. 
Prepare  1  cup  medium  cream 
sauce,  flavoring  with  1  chicken- 
bouillon  cube,  and  seasoning  with 
salt  and  pepper.  Pour  over  vege- 
tables. Then  beat  2  eggs  well.  Add  2 
tablespoons  melted  butter  or  mar- 
garine, 3  tablespoons  cream  or 
evaporated  milk  and  1  cup  grated 
Cheddar  cheese.  Mix  all  together 
and  pour  over  hot  vegetable  mix- 
ture. Bake  in  a  moderate  oven. 
350°  F..  about  25  minutes,  until  top 
is  set  and  nicely  browned.  Garnish 
with  crisp  bacon  curls,  if  desired. 

Lemon-Rhubarb  Meringue 

(Series  6.  Approximate  cost  —  49t.) 

Cut  into  1 2-inch  cubes  enough  stale 
bread  to  make  3  cups.  (Trim  oft  the 


Cheese- vesetahlc 
pie. 


Lemon- 
rhubarb  merin 


crusts  first.)  Soak  the  bread 
cup  water  and  V\  cup  lemon 
adding  lhi  teaspoons  grated  \< 
rind  and  1  cup  rhubarb,  cut 
}  2-inch  pieces.  Meanwhile, 
together  1 2  cup  butter  or  marg 
and  1  cup  sugar.  Separate  3 
Beat  yolks  till  light  and  fc 
bread  mixture.  Pour  into  gr 
1-quart  casserole.  Set  in  a  p 
hot  water  and  bake  in  a  mod 
oven.  350°  F.,  35  minutes.  ( 
pudding  with  meringue  made 
the  3  egg  whites. 6 tablespoons  | 
and  a  pinch  of  salt.  Continue  hi 
for  12-15  minutes  until  merl 
is  a  delicate  brown.  Serve  warH 


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ia —  rruli-. 


i  hi<«ken-S|»ai(h«»lt 

n«ti*'Wi.  In/troxinuiti  <  o«f  — 

^  Cover  and  sni 

a  whole  2'a-|l 
chicken  and  fl 
in  1  cup  Hateil 
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I  n  tender,  strain  and  save  stock. 
He  the  chicken  off  the  bones  in 
a)  ish  pieces.  Dice  giblets.  Melt  2 
jespoons  shortening  in  a  heavy 
i^epan.  Add  lA  cup  chopped  on- 

0  Hcup  chopped greenpepper  and 
!<k  slowly  for  5  minutes.  Add  INo. 
!.  can  (3/12  cups)  tomatoes,  1  can 

1  cup)  tomato  sauce,  Yi  cup 
jbken  stock,  \Yi  teaspoons  salt,  a 
\ph  of  basil,  Ys  teaspoon  pepper, 
jeaspoon  Worcestershire  sauce 
1  1  small  clove  garlic,  mashed. 
Inner  30  minutes.  Cook  6  ounces 
ighetti  in  boiling  salted  water  un- 
jjtender.  Drain  and  add  to  sauce 
|h  chicken  and  giblets.  Pour  into 
Jirge  or  6  individual  casseroles. 

:e  in  a  moderate  oven,  350°  F., 
•35  minutes.  Serve  with  grated 
ian  cheese. 

Cherry  Cobbler 

''erros  6.  Approximate  cost  —  16c.) 

pty  the  contents  of  1  No.  2  can 
ed  red  sour  cherries  into  a 
cepan.  Add  K  cup  sugar,  3 
lespoons  quick-cooking  tapioca, 
ablespoons  butter  or  margarine 
1  a  pinch  of  salt.  Stir  until  well 
nded,  bring  to  a  boil  and  cook  5 
hutes,  stirring  constantly.  Pour 
o  an  8-inch  square  pan.  Beat 
ks  of  2  eggs  until  thick  and 
ion-colored.  Gradually  add  6 
lespoons  sugar,  beating  well 
er  each  addition.  Add  M  tea- 
ton  salt  to  the  2  egg  whites  and 
it  until  foamy.  Add 

llied  plums 
strawberries. 


Be  sure  the  skewers  go  through  the 
onions  to  hold  them  in  place.  Sea- 
son each  roll  with  salt  and  pepper 
and  dust  with  flour.  Melt  2  table- 
spoons shortening  or  a  piece  of 
beef  suet  in  a  Dutch-oven-type  pan. 
chicken  fryer  or  any  heavy  pan 
with  tight-fitting  lid.  Brown  the 
beef  rolls  on  all  sides  in  the  hot  fat. 
Add  1 1  2  cups  water  and  simmer  1  Y> 
hours  or  until  meat  is  tender.  Push 
meat  to  one  side.  Pour  off  excess 
fat.  Much  of  liquid  will  have  cooked 
away.  Leave  about  2  tablespoons. 
Add  1  cup  water  and  1  can  con- 
densed consomme.  Blend  in  2  table- 
spoons flour  mixed  to  a  smooth, 
thin  paste  with  a  little  water  and  M 
teaspoon  dry  mustard.  Cook,  stir- 
ring constantly  as  gravv  thickens. 
Serve  gravy  over  the  rolls  with 
spinach  noodles.  There  will  be  a 
beef  roll  apiece  with  2  extra  for  the 
hungriest. 

Spinach  Noodles:  Cook  an  8-ounce 
package  of  broad  egg  noodles  in 
boiling  salted  water  according  to  di- 
rections on  package.  Wash  1  pound 
spinach  thoroughly,  removing  root 
ends.  Cook  in  just  the  water  that 
clings  to  the  leaves  until  spinach  is 
just  wilted.  Drain  and  chop.  Saute 
1  tablespoon  minced  onion  in  2 
tablespoons  butter  or  margarine. 


earn  of  tartar  and  beat  until  stiff 
it  not  dry.  Fold  beaten  whites  into 
e  egg-and-sugar  mixture.  Then 
Id  in  lightly  Yi  cup  sifted  cake 
»ur.  Pour  over  hot  cherry  mixture 
id  bake  in  a  moderate  oven, 
•0°  F.,  35  minutes  or  until  the 
onge  topping  springs  back  lightly 
om  the  touch.  Serve  warm. 

Beef  Rolls 
with  Splnneh  Nottdles 

Semes  6.  Approximate  cost— $2.28.) 

it  VA  pounds  thinly  sliced  round 
eak  into  strips  2  inches  wide  and  as 
ng  as  a  slice  of  bacon.  Lay  a  slice 
bacon  on  each  strip  of  beef.  Boll 
ich  strip  up  around  a  small  whole 
:eled  onion.  Fasten  with  skewers. 


Beef  rolls  with  spinach  noodles. 

Toss  spinach  and  noodles  together, 
adding  the  cooked  buttered  onion. 
Season  with  lA-3A  teaspoon  salt 
and  a  generous  sprinkling  of  pepper. 

.    Jellied  I'lnms 

and  Strawberries 

(Serves  6.  Approximate  cr>st — .i.'lc.) 

Drain  1  No.  2  can  (2  cups)  plums; 
remove  pits  from  plums  and  save 
the  sirup.  Dissolve  1  package  straw  - 
berry-flavored  gelatin  in  1  cup  boil- 
ing water.  Add  %  cup  of  the  plum 
sirup  and  2  tablespoons  lemon  juice. 
Chill  until  thick  and  sirupy.  Stir  in 
1  cup  sliced  fresh  strawberries  and 
thepitted  plums.  Pour  into  a  1-quart 
gelatin  mold  or  individual  molds,  if 
you  like.  Chill  until  firm.  Turn  out 
and  serve  with  plain  or  whipped 
cream.  Substitute  canned  pineapple 
or  fruit  cocktail  for  plums  for  still 
other  jellied  fruit  desserts. 


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Tin:  ill  hi:  PRINCESSES 

(Continued  from  Page  45) 


I  said  to  Margaret,  "This  is  your  chance. 
Go  down  before  breakfast  and  just  ring  the 
bell." 

But  she  got  into  a  state  of  giggles  and 
nerves  and  said,  "Oh,  I  couldn't  possibly 
go  down  and  ring  it." 

I  said,  "You've  been  longing  to  do  it  for 
months,  you  know." 

She  said,  "No,  Crawfie,  you  do  it,"  and 
now  I  could  not  get  either  of  them  to  go,  al- 
though we  had  been  given  permission  to 
ring  it. 

I  usually  went  to  breakfast  at  nine,  and 
one  day  I  went  down  early,  at  eight-thirty. 
Two  faces  appeared  at  a  bedroom  win- 
dow where  they  had  been  waiting  for  ages  to 
see  me  go  down  the  steps. 

I  looked  up  and  said,  "I'm  going  to  do  it ! " 

Their  faces  went  pink.  "Oh,  do  hurry! 
The  sentry  is  coming  round  the  corner. 
Hurry  up,  Crawfie!  Hurry  up!" 

Then  I  was  beginning  to  be  nervous  my- 
self, because  I  thought,  Dear  me,  I  have  only 
got  to  pat  my  finger  on  this  bell  and  the  whole 
guard  of  the  castle  will  drop  what  they  are  doing 
and  run.  It's  much  too  much.  Even  I  can't  do  it. 

I  looked  up  and  said,  "I  can't  do  it." 

And  they  said.  "Oh,  you're  a  coward.  Go 
on!" 

I  opened  the  door,  pressed  the  bell;  I 
heard  bells  tingling  all  over  the  castle,  down 
the  slopes,  down  the  drive.  Every  bell  in 
England  seemed  to  be  ringing. 

The  Princesses  tried  not  to  go  into  shrieks 
of  laughter.  They  said  my  face  was  a  com- 
plete picture  of  horror  at  what  I  had  done, 
and  I  speedily  went  through  to  breakfast 
rather  red  in  the  face.  I  met  some  of  the 
officers  who  had  been  in  the  middle  of  their 
breakfast,  running  along  the  corridor. 

I  managed  to  ask,  "What's  wrong?  Is 
there  a  fire  alarm?" 

And  one  sa  d,  "Oh,  no,  the  usual  routine 
bell  for  parade,  but  we  have  not  had  one  for 
days,  and  perhaps  there  is  something  wrong. 
We're  going  to  find  out." 

Another  thing  the  Princesses  wanted  was 
to  be  challenged  by  the  guard  at  Windsor 
Castle.  Everybody  had  a  password.  You 
could  not  get  into  the  castle  after  dark  with- 
out g.ving  the  password.  I  took  the  Prin- 
cesses out  to  the  Crown  Equerry's  house  on 
the  rounds  of  Windsor,  and  I  thought  it  was 
rather  dangerous  at  this  time  in  the  war  to 
have  the  Princesses  challenged  by  the  sentry; 
you  could  not  know  what  might  happen. 

Without  telling  them  I  arranged  with  the 
major  in  charge  that  1  heir  Royal  Highnesses 
got  the  password  and  would  be  coming  up 
this  particular  drive.  They  then  had  mobile 
sentries,  young  men  with  tommy  guns  who 
prowled  around  among  the  bushes.  I  thought 
anything  might  happen  if  they  saw  us  in  light 
coats,  and  I  wanted  to  make  sure  of  their 


safety,  so  they  were  warned  we  would 
coming  through  the  arch  at  about  ei 
thirty. 

After  we  left  the  Crown  Equerry's  he 
we  began  to  get  a  little  scared.  "Do 
know  the  password?"  We  had. written  im 
a  bit  of  paper  which  I  had  in  my  pocket. \ 
opened  the  paper  and  saw  that  "Wye,"l| 
name  of  a  river,  was  the  password. 

As  we  walked  along  I  said  we  had  be  a 
make  lots  of  noise  and  crunching  so  ie 
sentry  would  see  us.  We  walked  togetM 
and  the  girls  were  clinging  to  my  coat,  ij 

A  voice  suddenly  said,  "Halt!  Who 
there?" 


We  stood  in  complete,  shivering  silek 
Neither  Princess  could  say  a  word.  I  sS, 
"Hurry  up,  you'll  be  shot  if  you  don't."  \{ 
they  wouldn't,  and  so  I  shouted,  "Frierv" 

The  sentry  said,  "Advance  two  paces  d 
give  the  countersign." 

The  Princesses  pushed  me  forward,  an 
my  horror  I  was  within  an  inch  of  his  b;, 
net.  However,  I  knew  perfectly  well  he  k 
who  we  were,  though  I  did  not  apprei 
being  pushed  to  within  an  inch  of  his  bay< 

When  he  said,  "Give  the  counters! i 
of  course  I  said  "Wye,"  and  he  rep 
"Pass,  friend." 

We  passed,  and  then  to  my  disgust 
sentry  saluted  smartly,  though  he  was 
posed  not  to  take  any  notice  of  us. 

The  Princesses  dug  me  in  the  ribs  I 
said,  "Look  at  them!  They  have  recognf 
us." 

But  I  said,  "  Why  not?  It's  moonlight, 
they  can  see  who  you  are." 

And  they  said,  "Oh,  yes,  of  course.' 

There  was  a  most  extraordinary  lisjif 
words  for  passwords.  I  don't  know  wfe 
they  found  them  all,  but  I  believe  a  longl 
of  names  was  sent  to  the  King,  who  fori 
week  picked  them  at  random  with  a  I 
shutting  his  eyes  to  make  the  selectioil 
passwords  in  that  way.  This  is  perhaps  I 
true. 

The  passwords  were  kept  a  great  seel 
and  it  was  very  difficult  to  get  them.  TI 
were  never  given  on  the  telephone.  If  1 
rang  up  the  major  in  charge  and  said  to  11 
"  I  am  going  out  to  dinner  but  shall  be  hi 
at  the  Henry  VIII  Gate  at  eight,"  hewm 
send  the  password  to  you  in  a  sealed  envell 
which  you  either  opened  then  and  read  | 
memorized  and  destroyed,  or  you  kept  i 
ful  watch  on  when  you  went  out  to  dii 

There  was  one  night  at  Windsor  v 
there  was  a  scare  of  parachutists  arri\ 
and  ev^ry  care  was  taken.  The  Gr 
diers  were  ready  with  tommy  guns.  We 
two  cream-colored  Norwegian  ponies  in 
of  the  fields  who  were  just  foals  and  < 
young.  At  about  midnight  I  heard  a 
commotion  on  the  grounds  of  the  castle, 


"Should  I  tvparuie  them,  chutfr  I  don  1 
think  the  ■>'•'  609  can  Uthe  much  more," 


Tearing  your  hair 
^/er  crusty  pans? 


BRILLO 

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in 


HALF  the  DME/ 


New  "Seorchy  Pan"  Tests  prove 

Brillo  shines  crusty  pots  and  pans 
\faster  and  brighter  than  other 
(types  of  cleansers  tested!  Sci- 
entific shine-meter  records  show 
Brillo  actually  gives  aluminums 
twice  the  shine  in  half  the  time! 

Brillo  has  spunk!  .4,  square, 
metal-fiber  Brillo  pad-with-soap 
just  whisks  off  gummy  crust !  The 
■jeweler's  polish"  in  Brillo  soap 
gets  busy  right  away  at  the  shini- 
est, fastest  polishing  job  ever!  No 
scouring !  No  soaking !  Clean  pots 
and  pans  with  Brillo  every  day. 
Get  twice  the  shine  in  half  the  time! 


BRILLO 

CLEANSER 


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GREEN  box  — pads  and  cake  soap 

There's 

jeweler^  polish 
in  BRILLO 


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couldn't  think  what  it  could  be.  I  looked  out 
the  window.  In  the  distance  on  the  grass  I 
saw  two  little  white  figures  flitting  about. 
The  soldiers  were  running,  but  luckily  they 
did  not  shoot,  for  it  was  discovered  that  in 
the  thunderstorm  which  had  just  ended  the 
foals  had  got  very  frightened,  jumped  the 
fences  and  raced  all  over  the  grounds,  with 
half  the  trained  battalion  of  Grenadier 
Guards  after  them.  After  this  wonderful  mid- 
night chase  for  parachutists,  they  found  only 
two  very  frightened  little  foals  down  near 
the  river. 

At  Windsor  during  the  war  we  were  given 
our  helmets  and  gas  masks  and  were  also 
given  an  intriguing  little  box  marked  Iron 
Rations,  which  we  kept  close  to  our  helmets 
in  a  holdall.  We  also  had  plugs  for  our 
ears  to  be  used  when  the  guns  went  off. 
We  had  a  little  box  with  Vaseline  oint- 
ment which  cleaned  the  eyepiece  of  the  gas 
mask  when  it  became  dimmed.  Princess 
Elizabeth  used  to  set  us  a  great  example  by 
wearing  her  gas  mask  every  day  as  required, 
and  by  cleaning  this  eyepiece  very  carefully 
every  evening. 

The  gas  chamber  was  brought  to  Windsor 
to  test  the  masks.  I  went  through  it;  the 
children  did  not,  for  I  felt  that  was  unneces- 
sary. Stupidly  enough,  I  came  up  from  it 
and  stood  in  front  of  the  fire,  and  all  the  gas 
regenerated  again  off  my  tweeds  and  nearly 
killed  me. 

The  long  slow  months  went  by,  and  we  re- 
mained incarcerated  and  cut  off  in  Windsor 
Castle.  They  were  monotonous  days,  but 
certain  incidents  stand  out.  All  through  one 
lovely  early-summer  day  we  could  hear  the 
sound  of  far-off  shattering  explosions  and 
gunfire.  Aircraft  kept  coming  over.  The  little 
girls  were  bothered  and  anxious  about  their 
father  and  mother,  and  kept  pausing  in  their 
play  to  ask  anxiously: 

"Crawfie,  whatever  is  it?" 

I  was  at  least  able  to  assure  them  that 
whatever  was  taking  place,  it  was  not  in 
London.  I  knew  it  was  too  far  off  for  that; 
and  I  was  right.  It  was  at  Dunkirk,  where 
the  army  was  being  taken  off  the  beaches  by 
the  little  boats.  We  had  all  of  us  seen  an  Ad- 
miralty notice  in  the  papers,  asking  that  any- 
one owning  a  small  boat  of  any  kind  would 
take  or  send  it  to  a  rendezvous,  but  no  one 
knew  exactly  what  it  was  for.  So  the  news 
given  out  over  the  wireless  came  as  a  shock, 
mixed  with  thankfulness  that  most  of  our 
men  had  escaped.  There  had  been  vague 
rumors  that  the  army  was  cut  off,  but  most 
of  them  came  from  abroad,  and  no  one  knew 
what  to  believe. 

We  kept  a  large  map  with  flags  on  it 
which  we  moved  from  place  to  place,  and  I 
kept  the  little  girls  up  to  date  as  far  as  pos- 
sible with  what  was  happening. 

It  was  with  profound  relief,  I  remember, 
they  both  rushed  to  speak  to  their  mummie 
and  papa  on  the  telephone  that  evening,  and 
learned  that  they  were  still  quite  all  right. 

Lilibet  developed  rapidly,  and  those  quiet 
months  at  Windsor  helped  a  lot.  For  the 
first  time  she  was  on  her  own,  away  from  her 
parents.  At  various  mealtimes  and  when  we 
gave  parties,  it  was  she  who  had  to  do  the 
honors,  play  hostess  and  see  to  the  seating  of 
her  guests.  She  who  had  been  a  rather  shy 
little  girl  became  a  very  charming  young 
person,  able  to  cope  with  any  situation  with- 
out awkwardness. 

We  had  lunch  all  together  with  the  house- 
hold, and  schoolroom  tea,  but  they  still  kept 
up  the  old  habit  of  a  simple  nursery  dinner. 

The  King  and  Queen  remained  at  Buck- 
ingham Palace  all  through  the  London  blitz.- 
There  were  times  when  we  felt  extremely 
anxious  about  them.  Ineffective  efforts  were 
made  in  official  circles  to  get  them  to  go  away 
to  a  safer  place.  Accommodations  had  been 
arranged  for  them  secretly  that  would  not  be 
so  simple  a  landmark  for  the  enemy  as  Buck- 
ingham Palace  was,  or  even  Windsor  Castle. 
This,  being  on  the  Thames,  was  rather  easy 
to  locate  from  the  sky. 

There  were  evenings  in  that  summer  of 
1941  when  London  was  under  fire,  when  we 
all  felt  anxious.  Windsor  is  near  enough  to 


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A  Product  of 
CORNING  GLASS  WORKS 


London  for  what  was  going  on  there  to  be 
only  too  evident  to  us  all.  The  castle  is  built 
on  chalk,  and  vibrations  were  felt  from  great 
distances. 

To  divert  the  little  girls'  attention,  we 
would  play  the  piano,  and  they  would  sing 
their  duets  at  the  top  of  their  voices.  When 
I  think  back  on  it  now,  there  was  through  all 
this  an  immense  amount  of  laughter  and  fun 
in  spite  of  it  all,  so  that  sometimes  Lilibet, 
who  was  a  very  thoughtful  little  girl,  would 
pause  and  say:  "Oh,  Crawfie,  do  you  think 
we  are  being  too  happy?" 

I  replied,  "  Mummie  and  papa  want  you  to 
be  happy,  and  we  shall  not  help  anything  or 
anyone  if  we  sit  in  corners  and  cry,  shall 
we?" 

The  little  girls  lived  for  Friday  nights, 
when  their  parents  would  come  if  it  was  at 
all  possible.  It  was  heartbreaking  to  see  how 
all  this  was  telling  on  Their  Majesties.  The 
Queen's  charming  and  youthful  face  became 
pale  and  drawn,  and  the  great  strain  she  was 
undergoing  showed  in  her  eyes.  The  King 
came  suddenly  to  look  very  much  like  his 
father. 

But  the  royal  discretion  still  held.  Un- 
pleasant or  bothersome  matters  were  never 
discussed.  When  they  came  down  to  Windsor 
we  took  up  the  pleasant  family  life  again  for 
a  little  while,  and  tried  to  live  those  three 
short  days  as  if  there  were  nothing  else. 

Then  came  Monday,  or  often  even  Sunday 
night,  and  they  had  to  go. 

Food  grew  scarce.  Now  we  all  looked  for- 
ward greedily  to  our  Sunday-morning  egg, 
the  only  one  we  got.  We  had  it  fried  until  fat 
became  scarce. 

Ration  books  and  gas  masks  we  all  had 
had  for  some  time.  It  was  difficult  to  fit  the 
little  girls  properly.  After  several  abortive 
efforts  they  were  issued  Mickey  Mouse 
masks,  horrible  affairs  with  red-and-blue 
noses  that  never  failed  to  put  us  in  mind  of 
the  mandrill  at  the  zoo. 

We  had  to  put  on  these  contraptions  every 
day  and  wear  them  for  ten  minutes  to  get 
used  to  them.  This  was  a  grim  and  at  first 
rather  frightening  business,  for  a  gas  mask, 
until  you  get  used  to  it,  gives  a  nice  imita- 
tion of  slow  suffocation. 

We  made  a  game  of  it,  wore  them  out-of- 
doors,  and  played,  in  the  woods,  at  being  pre- 
historic monsters,  which  I  am  sure  we  closely 
resembled.  When  the  children  got  over  their 
first  qualms  it  all  became  funny  and  we 
laughed  a  lot,  which  resulted  in  some  very 
curious  noises  emerging.  Gas  masks  are  not 
intended  for  laughing  in. 

One  day  as  we  were  doing  our  daily  ten 
minutes  we  saw  a  mysterious  figure  skulking 
from  tree  to  tree  in  a  most  suspicious  man- 
ner, obviously  trying  to  get  away  without 
being  seen.  A  spy!  we  thought.  Forgetting 
we  still  wore  our  gas  masks,  we  followed  him 
through  the  woods,  but  presently  lost  him. 
Our  last  view  of  him  was  running  wildly 
through  the  thicket. 

We  hurried  back  to  the  castle.  The  warning 
was  sounded  and  the  police  turned  out.  Pres- 
ently a  terrified  plumber  boy  was  rounded 
up.  He  had  liked  the  look  of  us  all  in  our  gas 
masks  much  less  than  we  liked  the  look  of  him. 

We  knitted,  Lilibet  making  manful  efforts 
to  improve  her  skill.  Margaret  and  I  col- 
lected acorns  and  beech  huskings,  painted 
them  in  gay  colors  and  made  them  into  orna- 
ments to  be  worn  in  buttonholes.  We  sold 
these  for  the  war  effort  and  made  live  pounds. 
Even  on  their  holidays  the  girls  made  an 
effort  to  do  something  useful,  as  this  letter 
shows: 


WINDSOR  CASTLE 

DlOt  Crawfie:  Murnmie  I  hanks  you  for  your 
Idler  and  han  atkcrl  mi:  to  write  to  you.  Can 
you  come  hark  the  heginninK  of  next  week, 
I  lie-,  or  Wcrl.  lit  arifl  ?.\\(\  of  Oct.?  We  have 


Only  Duffs  Makes 
Prize  Gingerbread 

Like  This ! 


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than  time-taking  home  recipes! 
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■^TJ  A  Product  of 

AMERICAN  HOME  F0C: 


And  Only  Duff  s 
Makes  Prize 
Waffles  Like  Thes« 


Creamed  Chicken  and  Waffle*  . . .  Wo 

derful  for  Sunday  Night  Supper!  Cris 
crisp  waffles  made  the  DUFF's-yo' 
just-add-water  way  —  plus  tende 
rich  chicken  creamed  with  Border^ 
Evaporated  Milk.  So  easy  .  .  .  ai 
so-o-o-o  good! 


A  Pf'jrJuCl  Of 

AMERICAN  HOME  fOODS 


lite  a  long  holiday,  but  poor  Monty  has 
hry  little.  She  has  got  a  cold  at  the  mo- 
Jso  perhaps  she  will  give  it  to  us. 
(jhave  been  collecting  chestnuts  every  day 
Hjarly  a  fortnight,  now.  It  is  very  back- 
i  work  but  quite  fun.  We  also  get  acorns, 
fck  damsons  for  a  jam  factory  and  we 
i  adders  to  pick  the  fruit.  There  is  so  much 
l:  le  branches  are  breaking, 
i  ing  you  will  be  able  to  come. 

Love  from 


were  still  at  Windsor  when  Christmas 
round  again.  It  did  not  look  like  being 
•  merry  one  for  anybody.  So  I  decided 
iuld  do  the  Christmas  play  we  had  re- 
:d  but  had  never  performed  at  Birk- 
?his  proved  to  be  a  great  diversion  for 
me. 

gave  the  show  at  St.  George's  Hall  at 
stle.  The  altar  there  is  not  consecrated, 
were  able  to  have  the  play  round  it. 
sor  Castle  is  a  wonderful  place  for  any- 
of  this  kind,  there  were  so  many  pieces 
icade  and  tapestry  and  suitable  odd- 
we  could  borrow  for  dressing  up. 
bet  had  a  golden  crown  and  a  velvet 
and  she  was  one  of  the  Kings.  The 
King  was  one  of  the  evacues,  a  boy 
we  blackened  with  cocoa,  and  the 
King  was  also  an  evacue. 
had  the  Little  Child  in  the  shepherd's 
nd  that  was  Margaret.  It  was  a  simple 
with  a  rocking  cradle.  She  wore  a  little 
dress  and  a  string  of  turquoise  beads, 
le  sang  Gentle  Jesus  Meek  and  Mild, 
still  see  that  little  figure  and  the  cradle, 
ad  a  most  beautifully  clear  voice  and 
ng  it  all  alone,  with  that  great  hall  half 
people. 

brtunately,  I  could  not  see  what  was 
ning  when  the  play  was  actually  given, 
ire  behind  two  double  doors  at  the  back 
t  we  never  saw  the  play  in  full  produc- 
We  ushered  the  children  through  and 
lem  so  well  trained  that  they  did  the 
thing. 

who  took  part  walked  through  the  au- 
!,  Lilibet  leading,  carrying  the  frankin- 


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cense  and  myrrh.  The  shepherds  were  all 
schoolboys.  They  had  scarfs  around  their 
heads  and  very  much  looked  the  part,  and 
did  a  very  good  murmuring  scene. 

The  King  and  Queen  were  absolutely 
amazed  at  the  entire  performance,  and  so 
was  everybody  else.  That  was  the  beginning 
of  the  children's  acting.  The  money  we  got 
from  that  quite  overwhelmed  us.  We  felt  we 
could  not  ask  for  money  for  the  seats,  but  we 
passed  around  a  collection  plate  and  got 
about  thirty  pounds. 

The  success  of  our  first  effort  made  us 
ambitious.  One  day  I  said  half  jokingly,  "I 
really  believe  we  could  do  a  pantomime." 
From  that  moment  I  had  no  peace.  Margaret 
was  after  me  incessantly.  "Crawfie,  you  did 

say  "  she  would  begin  a  dozen  times  a 

week.  She  produced  drawings  of  Aladdin. 
She  arranged  all  the  parts.  She  talked  panto- 
mime constantly,  and  it  was  a  great  deal  to 
do  with  her  persistence  that  in  the  end  we 
began  to  think  very  seriously  about  it.  Mar- 
garet knows  what  she  wants,  and  she  never 
lets  go. 

I  spoke  to  the  King  about  it  one  week  end. 
He  said  rather  absently,  obviously  ready  to 
do  anything  that  would  keep  the  children's 
minds  bu